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Post by Tobias Mhuir on Dec 20, 2007 1:16:45 GMT -8
Scipio shivered as he felt her fingers brush his.
"You're forgiven." He said gently, "But how can you ever forgive me for acting like a child and being so selfish?"
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Post by rani on Dec 20, 2007 1:23:45 GMT -8
Ranya held a finger to his lips. "We were both being childish", she insisted. "I was childish for running off... and for slapping you". She smiled slightly. "So all is forgiven".
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Post by Tobias Mhuir on Dec 20, 2007 1:27:22 GMT -8
Scipio nodded and looked outside, the rain had stopped now, and the wind had died down. He looked back at Ranya and said,
"Do you have enough to travel back to Erroterra tonight?" He asked her.
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Post by rani on Dec 20, 2007 1:38:47 GMT -8
Ranya nodded and scrambled to her feet. She stumbled over to Surion, who had bent down on his forelegs to allow her to get on easily. "Good boy", she praised as the stallion stood up.
Leaning forward on his neck she fumbled with the straps so the bridle dropped off him to the ground. It was usless seeming as the bit was hanging down from one side. Now she was going to brave riding without any restraints.
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Post by Tobias Mhuir on Dec 20, 2007 1:43:36 GMT -8
"Here." Scipio said, holding out a piece of leather seemed to have been his belt. "Just put it through his mouth." He put the leather strap into the stallion's mount and handed Ranya the reins, then he mounted Opera.
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Post by rani on Dec 20, 2007 1:57:03 GMT -8
Ranya smiled and took the ends of the strap and held them both in one hand. She winced as her broken wing slipped off from Surion's back. Surion snorted and shuffled sideways as the feathers brushed against his side.
"Steady", Ranya whispered to the horse as she pulled her wing back up and drapped it across in front of her. "Steady boy". She didn't say anything about the wing to Scipio... right now she just wanted to get home. But she promised herself that she would mention it later.
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Post by Tobias Mhuir on Dec 20, 2007 2:17:56 GMT -8
"Ready?" Scipio asked, and he pushed Opera into a forward walk and the pair left the cave. Outside, he halted Opera and waited for Ranya to follow him, he had been away from Erroterra for a long time.
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Post by rani on Dec 20, 2007 2:24:24 GMT -8
Ranya kicked Surion to a trot and followed Opera out of the cave. Ranya leant forward to avoid hitting the roof of the cave as they left it.
Once outside Ranya looked around, searching for a sign that was familiar to her. But she didn't recognise anything. "Scip.... I dont know where we are".
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Post by Tobias Mhuir on Dec 20, 2007 15:02:24 GMT -8
Scipio smiled.
"No to worry." He said, letting Opera's reins slack. "A horse can always find his way home. Walk on, girl." He said, pushing Opera' forward into a faster walk again. He opened his mouth to say somethine else, but nothing came to him to enable him to continue the conversation. A cool but bone-chilling breeze picked up and blew in Scipio's face and making him feel throughly cold through his torn and filthy clothes. Then he thought of a topic.
"So, anything you have planned for this yule tide?"
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Post by rani on Dec 20, 2007 15:06:58 GMT -8
Ranya smiled slightly when she saw Scipio shudder from the cold slightly. She rode up beside him and took his hand in her own, warming him up with her power. "Well...." she started with a smirk. "Someone did ask me to the Yule Ball..." She was acting completely innocent, toying with his mind to see what he might think. "But I'm not sure if he would still want to go with me..." she added after a moment. "Considering how childish I've been".
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Post by Tobias Mhuir on Dec 20, 2007 15:12:03 GMT -8
Scipio smiled as she took his hand.
"Oh yes, I remember him, his name was Scipio Foolfingers, right?" He asked, but in jest. "Of course I still want to go with you, I'm the one who was a prat." He paused and squeezed her hand. "Are you cold? I've offer you my cloak if I still had mine."
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Post by rani on Dec 20, 2007 15:20:28 GMT -8
Ranya smiled slightly. "Really?" she questioned. "I heard you asked a girl by the name of Ranya Idiotic". She chuckled slightly at their use of names. "I'm fine... I hardly feel the cold anymore".
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Post by Tobias Mhuir on Dec 20, 2007 15:23:10 GMT -8
Scipio didn't know what to say to this, so he kept his mouth shut about it. Opera's hoofbeats were becoming faster, more animated and regular, and the Scipio recognized a tree where the fight sequence had happened, which seemed so long ago.
"Think we're home." he said quietly, but happily.
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Post by rani on Dec 20, 2007 15:34:22 GMT -8
Ranya smiled and dropped Scipio's hand from hers. She gripped the reins in both hands and pulled them tighter as Surion started to dance about impatiently. "Easy boy", she begged quietly. "Steady". She glanced over at Opera, the mare was picking up her pace... but she was calmer than the stallion. Please dont turn into Shahir... Ranya thought desperatly, referring the stallion that she rarely rode these days seeming as he was too wild for her liking... she feared that stallion.
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Post by Tobias Mhuir on Dec 20, 2007 15:41:44 GMT -8
"She's tired." Scipio commented, looked down at Opera. "But he seems ready to go." he said, referring to Surion.
((sorry, stuck.))
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