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Post by Claw on Aug 31, 2006 13:19:38 GMT -5
The streets of Corus were packed as usual, apart from a small area surrounding an individual who was traversing a street. The reason? He was a centaur, and people moved out of his way as he walked along. A bow was strung on his back, and although no weapons were allowed in Corus, nobody had yet tried to relieve him of it. Ignoring the muttering that followed him down the street, he took in all the details of the people walking around him. Nobody stood out to him, but he stood out, especially the obvious muscles which bulged all over him.
For a moment he paused, enjoying the sounds of the city around him. And then he continued back to his wandering, as he searched for the reason he was there; a weapons trainer. This being the first visit to the city, he did not know where one was, and so wandered aimlessly. He had been doing this for an hour now, with still no sign of any trainers. The closest he had found was Raven's Armoury, but they didn't appear to actually teach you. They just seemed to sell weaponry.
He sighed, and looked around the street again. It was hopeless, and he decided to give up for the day. It was the same as always. And so, with a leaden heart, he began to return to his home in the forest.
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Post by Jazz on Aug 31, 2006 13:31:17 GMT -5
Holly, for once, was not helping her father, or out delivering, or out promoting the products. She had been given a day off, a leisurely day to do as she liked. So, with a light spring in her step, she'd headed off into the city. She was nineteen, and her parents - although extremely over-protective - couldn't restrict her. She loved just walking through the streets, although she didn't buy much. She dressed in bright, bold colours - not strange, but not common either. A dark pink dress over a white shift was simple, but looked good on Holly. It was summer; Holly had a chance to be daring.
She hummed slightly as she walked along, a bag slung over her shoulder. She usually carried a straw basket, but she was free today. She had but some money, a dagger just in case, a book, some odds and ends, and a small pot of honey which was oddly very useful. She couldn't count the times when it had been. And it was honey, by the Godess. Honey.
But let us go back to Holly McKaylen, a dreamer. She tended to, however, knock things over by her general unattentiveness. She also had a nasty habit of tripping, falling and general clumsiness. It wasn't much of a shock when she tripped over a loose cobblestone and fell down. She grimaced, mentally cursing herself for being hasty with her choice of shoes. Dusting off her knees, she looked around for the things she'd dropped. She shakily got to her feet, her foot slightly painful, but not too worse for wear. She cursed under her breath, her bag having opened and everything scattered on the ground. Muttering, she began to gather her lost belongings.
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Post by Claw on Aug 31, 2006 13:45:31 GMT -5
As he was returning a person caught his eye. She stood out from the crowd, and so he noticed her. And then, a moment later, she had tripped. Now, Firehoof was a frendly person, for all his quietness. And so, when he saw her fall, he did the only thing his consciousness would let him. He walked over, pushing his way through the crowds with ease. When he reached her, he lowered himself to the ground and picked up the items which had skidded further out. He held them out, palm open, and spoke quietly.
"I believe these are yours."
As he did so, he took in the details of the person in front of him. She was young, and to cut a long story short, pretty. He smiled at her as he mentally assessed the situation, and ignored the whispers which still echoed aound the crowd, follwoing him. A single stood out above the rest, and, though too rude to type here, involved him and Holly in a rather unlikely sitaution. He glared back at the crowd, and then looked back at the woman.
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Post by Jazz on Sept 1, 2006 7:48:13 GMT -5
Holly straightened herself up, muttering. Once by one she put the items carefully in the cloth bag, and a few were still missing. They'd probably been stolen - she was in Corus, after all. She rolled her eyes, mentally kicking herself. Now here was something she had to work on. She dusted off her dress, brushing off all the dirt. She'd been lucky that there hadn't been any rain that week. No mud. She sighed, clicking her tongue at her folly.
"I believe these are yours."
Holly looked up, startled by the voice. She brightened visibly, taking the offered bits and pieces, putting them in her bag. Some could call Holly naïve, but she was far from it. Perhpas a bit of a dreamer, but she knew perfectly well what was happening in the world. Her view, the view of a country girl, might be simplistic, but in her opinion, prejudice was just plain stupid. She was also perfectly aware of the whispers coming from the onlookers, but Holly plain didn't care. She'd never been one to go with the crowd.
So, just as she would any other person, she spoke kindly, cheerfully, as she put her things away. "Oh, thank you so much. I'm just so clumsy. I don't know what I'll do with myself," she told him, half talking to herself. She buttoned the bag closed and slung it over her shoulder. Then she smiled gratefully. "Thank you," she said, holding out her hand for him to shake. "I'm Holly."
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Post by Claw on Sept 2, 2006 10:42:31 GMT -5
"Oh, thank you so much. I'm just so clumsy. I don't know what I'll do with myself,"
Firehoof smiled and laughed softly. It was a friendly laugh, and gave a sense of comforting to anyone who heard it. Not that they would necessarily realise it. In general they would just feel happier.
"I doubt that."
He smiled as he said it, eyes dancing.
"Thank you, I'm Holly."
He nodded in acknowledgment, and shook her hand warmly. For a second a fleeting thought shot through his head. She doesn't hate centaurs. Makes a nice change. And then it was gone back into his mindf. He smiled unconciously, and found himself liking Holly on instinct.
"I'm Firehoof. It is a pleasure to meet you Holly. Will you walk with me?"
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Post by Jazz on Sept 3, 2006 14:19:56 GMT -5
"I doubt that."
Holly laughed, still smiling, and shrugged. He was sweet. "Doubt what? My clumsiness?" Holly clicked her tongue, and then shook her head. "No. It's all geniune," she remarked, amused. Because, in all honestly, she was. She was a bright girl, and she was pretty, and she had a way with people (and bees) - but she was inexpicably, terrible, exaggeratedly clumsy. Not many people can trip on a dry, flat surface, barefoot. Holly can. But Holly could laugh at herself, so she always just picked herself up, dusted herself off and carried on with life.
"I'm Firehoof. It is a pleasure to meet you Holly. Will you walk with me?"
Holly smiled again, brushing a strand of hair out of her eyes with her recently reclaimed hand. Holly got along with most people, and she was quick to smile - and she genuinely liked him. He was polite and sweet - a nice change, in actual fact. "Likewise," she said warmly, "And of course I will. Where are you going?" she enquired, straightening her skirts.
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