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Post by destiny on Nov 7, 2007 23:23:26 GMT -8
The sun was about to set, and it was getting colder. A short, thin, shadow like girl could be seen walking next to a rather large horse, looking drawfed in comparision. She held the reins of her horse, even though she was not on the horse itself, appeared to be leading the horse ahead. She was pale, with pale lips, pale cool eyes, color less skin but rather striking hair. She wore a white robe, with a platinum belt, hung loosely. A cloak, about the color as the belt, covered the gold and blue sword at her hips. She wore a white iris in her hair, which was tied up tightly.
She walked slowly, and not even the hint of an expression could be seen in her face. There was something unsettlingly calm about her, and in the deep abyss of her mind, there were secrets, fears and insecurities, just like those in the minds of everyone else. The girl, looking very small, but rather mature, slowly stood on a tiptoe and whispered, "Desmonda...stay still," to her horse, and then turned back to the land she had come from.
She stopped, and for a moment, a hint of expression seemed to lace her face: a glint of sadness in the eye, a painful hurt on her face. But as suddenly as it had come, the expression was gone. She turned back to her horse, which had not moved, and started walking. She did not tug at the reins, but the horse followed her, even as the sun set, as she walked close to the school of the Silmaril Knights, to be her home for a few years now.
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Post by Peregrine Alexander on Nov 7, 2007 23:30:39 GMT -8
A yuong man of 16 years years old, sat astride his charger and most trusted friend, Vollo. A 5-year-old black 1/2 Holsteiner, 1/4 Friesian, 1/4 Thoroughbred stallion. A mighty steed, he stood at 17.2 hands and had an impressive air and a huge ego.
Peregrine, a handsome, dark haired youth was watching the small-looking student approaching. So far the Knights seemed to be making a vibrient come back. He watched the figure in the distance for a minute before shortening his reins and riding Vollo down to meet her. He rode until he was a few yards away from her and her horse before syaing,
"You look troubled, can I help you with something?" He had a high tenor voice clipped with a Scottish accent.
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Post by destiny on Nov 7, 2007 23:41:54 GMT -8
Destiny walked ahead, and saw, in the distance, a large horse, with a man on him. She quickly checked that her sword was clear in it's scabbard and satisfied that it was, she walked ahead. Perhaps she could even ask for instructions from him. He did not seem very bad, as far as she could see, but then, she could only see his dark hair and green eyes. She pushed back her hair with a practiced motion. She did not like things which interfered with her vision, or her hand, when she was fighting. If, of course, the need to fight ever came up.
She suddenly realised that the big horse had come quite close, and so had the man. She took a step back. Even Desmonda was looking short against the horse, and Desmonda was quite tall, as far as mares were concerned. She, of course, who was drawfed when compared to Desmonda, was nothing but an insignificant obstacle for this huge horse. She took a step back, but the expression on her face did not change.
She looked coolly at the man, and said, "Nice to meet you, Sir. I am Destiny, and I will be much in your debt if you tell me the way to the Silmaril Knights academy." Her voice was soft and low, but clear. She spoke in old english, the type she had read in books, not tainted in the least by the slang of those days. She had not smiled while she had been speaking. In fact, her expression was much the same it had been all day - cool and calm and undisturbed.
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Post by Peregrine Alexander on Nov 7, 2007 23:46:26 GMT -8
"The Silmaril Knights Instatution of War and Magic." The youth questioned. "Ah, yes, I would know." He paused as if thinking, then continued. "I can take you there, if your heart so desires, I know this land like the back of my hand and I know the teachers at the school." He half-haulted on his exctiable-stallion's reins to regain control of him for perhaps the 14th time that day alone.
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Post by destiny on Nov 7, 2007 23:51:17 GMT -8
"That would be very kind," she said, in her soft voice, for the first time letting the hint of a smile touch her lips. She jumped nimbly on the back of Desmonda, and then said, "You have what seems to be a very powerful horse." Desmonda, obedient as always, needed only the touch of a hand to move ahead a little. "This is Desmonda, my horse," she said, indicating the thoroughbred white horse that she was riding. "What do you call your horse?" Destiny was good at riding, though not exceptional at it. She was not exceptional at anything but magic, and that too she had a lot to develop.
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Post by Peregrine Alexander on Nov 7, 2007 23:56:48 GMT -8
"My thanks." Peregrine said, and Vollo arched his neck and put himself into a nice dressage frame as the girl called Destiny was commenting on him being powerful. "This is Cursed Pirate King." Peregrine explained and Vollo snorted immediately, annoyed at being called by his full and official name. "But he is called Vollo." Pererine added hastily, and Vollo seemed to relax and blew out again. "Have you been to Erroterra before, or is this the first instance you have come here?"
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Post by destiny on Nov 8, 2007 0:02:23 GMT -8
"A very willful horse," said Destiny quietly, without betraying her disapproval. Control. Control. Control. That was what she believed in. Her calm, gray eyes looked up to the sky, while her hair shook as she bounced up and down on Desmonda's back. Her cloak, the color of platinum, blew in the wind. The sunset was making it rather cold up there. "No, this is the first time I have been to Erroterra, but my mother and father lived here before I was born, so I probably have Erroterrian blood. What about you? Have you lived here for a long time?" Her pale hands handled the reins of Desmonda, even as she spoke, and she seemed to shiver a little.
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Post by Peregrine Alexander on Nov 8, 2007 0:09:14 GMT -8
"I was born here." Peregrine explained, "I'm of pure Silmaril blood, but not that that matters. Magic and other skills are aquired by skill and not by hertitage." He let Vollo walk on a long rein once his steed had calmed down for the time being, as was, then anyway, listening to his master. After awhile, Peregrine broke the silence.
"This way." He said, guesturing to a dark opening that led into a grove of trees. Then, without hesitation, he dissapeared into the darkness.
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Post by destiny on Nov 8, 2007 0:13:46 GMT -8
"Oh," said Destiny. "I have distant Silmaril blood, so we may even be related. Are you a student of the Institution?" She paused, wondering if she was asking too much. She followed quietly, Desmonda stepping lightly over the grass and the leaves. She was cautious, though, and she did not just follow anyone into deep woods, not even people who looked to be nice. She carefully surveyed the place, and then said, "I hear there is a war going on. I have come to learn, and to help." She paused, and then followed into the grove of trees, convinced that nothing was around.
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Post by Peregrine Alexander on Nov 8, 2007 0:25:23 GMT -8
"Am I a student?" Peregrine's voice came from within the darkness. "Yes, and no." Came his answer. The trees that surrounded them where oddly twisted with dark green leaves that dripped orange liquid from their tips and that steamed as if they were in terrible heat, yet it was cool, almost cold within the small forest.
Peregrine spoke again.
"If we are related, its probably on your mother's side, do you know if you belong to one of the four tribes?"
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Post by destiny on Nov 18, 2007 21:41:45 GMT -8
"The four tribes...no. I don't know. My parents never talked much about their family," she said calmly. She was not about to tell him why, or that her parents were no longer in this world. She paused on her horse. "What are the four tribes? My mother's maiden name was Amnell. I always thought it uncommon, so it's probably not a part of the four tribes. Then again, I do not know." She spoke calmly, but her hand tightened on the horse rein she was holding. She hoped it was not noticeable.
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Post by Peregrine Alexander on Nov 18, 2007 22:18:41 GMT -8
"Perhaps your grandmother then." Peregrine tried, "Do you know what her maiden name was?" He looked over to see the bit in the girl's horse's mouth inch ever so slightly towards the cheekpiece. He had a trained horseman's eye and was not likely to miss these kinds of things. However he said nothing, just dropped his gaze from the horse's mouth as quickly as he had raised it there.
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Post by destiny on Nov 19, 2007 20:57:35 GMT -8
Destiny started thinking. Her grandmother. One of the most controversial characters in her family, barring her parents. Her grandfather, on her mother's side, had married a woman out of the family. It had been uproar. She thought she remembered the name. Odin. Yes. It was that. She looked at Peregrine and said softly, "I think it was Odin." Her gray eyes seemed to darken, for a moment, and her grip slackened. She pushed a strand of hair from her face back to behind her ears, tucked as tightly as the rest of it.
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Post by Peregrine Alexander on Nov 19, 2007 21:16:53 GMT -8
A shadow darkened Peregrine's face when he heard the name Odin, it was not a shadow of anger, it was a shadow of sorrow.
"Odin, was the surname of my fiance." He explained, "Its not one of the tribes I'm afraid." He said, thinking the girl must be mistaken about her ancestory and trying to keep the bitterness out of his voice as he uttered the word 'Odin." It brought great saddess to him, but he raised his face and pretended he wasn't in pain. He added jovially,
"This be good fun, I enjoy hearing about your family." He added.
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Post by destiny on Nov 21, 2007 3:12:07 GMT -8
((Oops, I thought it was one of the tribe names...never mind now.))
Destiny watched him, and she thought she saw a momentary flash of pain. She recognized the sadness, it was one she had often felt herself, the pain of losing one close to you. She decided that she might be wrong, considering, but she might also be right. It would be wrong to pry. Pausing she said softly, "I guess I am not a member of the old tribes then...does it matter to get admission into the school?" She didn't think that was very clear. "I mean, does one have to be a pure blood to get admission?"
She heard his comment about her discussion of her family. There was the jest, but there was somehow an odd tone to it. She decided that the topic had to be changed, so she she said something about herself that she was not likely to tell anyone else, "I'm sorry, can we please change the topic? My parents, well, they recently...you know, and I don't feel like discussing them."
Desmonda suddenly stopped, almost as if she was sensing danger but then she walked on when Destiny urged her to do so.
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