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Post by Ara'vada on Apr 9, 2007 8:32:57 GMT -5
Ara'Vada walked peacefully through the dunes. The dragon Riders were the only ones ever to walk on the sands of the Beirland islands.
She took a deep breath as a gust of the salty sea wind swept her curly dark hair back behind her shoulders and swished her skirt around.
It was very rare to find Ara in a skirt or dress - as it was quite difficult to ride dragons then - but this was an exceptional time. She rarely ever had the time to visit her birth place. Her outfit consisted of a black silky skirt coming a bit past her knees, and a gold rimmed half shirt, the best she owned.
She walked on a bit more but stopped. She listened. Someone was watching her. She whirled around yelling in her thoughts to Serenity to stay close. You would never have known Ara was carrying a weapon in such a pretty outfit. Ara unsheathed her Amethyst blade, Aiedail (morning Star) and started turning in circles, ready to strike....
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Post by Murtagh on Apr 9, 2007 9:05:49 GMT -5
Murtagh had been watching his childhood friend intently. 'She sure has grown up...' he thought admiring her looks.
'Don't get any idea's boy.' Thorn warned from across the island.
Murtagh rolled his eyes and wandered closer to where she was walking. A twig snapped and he cursed under his breath his dark hair falling into his eyes. He crouched down and watched as she unsheathed a sword. 'Where the heck did she get that?!' he wondered, his eyes growing wide. He stood up and pulled Zar'roc out.
Murtagh walked forward and then started laughing at how serious she was. From what he remembered, she had NEVER been serious. 'There must have been a dramatic change in her life..' he thought as he moved forward to face her.
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Post by Ara'vada on Apr 9, 2007 9:16:27 GMT -5
Ara knew that laugh... "Murtagh...?" she asked inching slowly forward. Could she trust him? He was for the Empire, she was for the Varden, but they were friends...Very good friends...They had started going for more than friends at one point but then it vanished along with Murtagh. Ara had been heartbroken but had moved on. She scowled at the memory. "What are you doing here Shur'tugal?" she asked menacingly.
She stepped closer so as to seem more intimidating.
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Post by Murtagh on Apr 10, 2007 8:14:42 GMT -5
Murtagh had not expected this approach from her. "What, no hello ole' pal? Nice to see you good buddy?" he said sarcastically and started to laugh again. "Let's talk." he said simply. He motioned to the ground, and, in order to seem as nonthreatening as possible, sat down with his back to her. He didn't want to hurt her. No, not her.
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Post by Ara'vada on Apr 12, 2007 5:12:14 GMT -5
Ara cautiously sat down next to him. "You don't know me anymore Murtagh." she said flatly. "Ive changed since you left." she said again and looked at him. She paused for a moment, took a deep breath, and said slowly, "And...Ive moved on.." she said and looked away, still keeping her hand on Aiedail.
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Post by Murtagh on Apr 21, 2007 5:42:46 GMT -5
Murtagh looked sideways at her. "What's that 'sposed to mean?" he asked staring into her eyes. His palm began to burn and his eyes grew wide in shock and horror. He lept up yanking Zar'roc from his belt as it all became clear. "You'r a rider? Ara?" he asked, pulse quickening.
How could he have been so stupid? That explains the sword...
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