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Post by rain on Nov 2, 2006 19:44:17 GMT -5
Amaya sat in one of the large trees and just admired their natural beauty. There was nothing better that sitting in the rain for her, especially in a forest. She heard a familiar beating of wings and looked to find that Thurkear had landed next to her. He closed his enormous wings and moved his snakelike head to her. His head fit comfortably on her thighs, but he knew he would soon be too big and heavy of a head to rest there without hurting her.
"How was your flight dear one?" Amaya asked her greatest friend while stroking his smooth scales.
"Quite fine, quite fine." he said and they both sat there enjoying themselves.
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Post by Linwë Culnámo on Nov 5, 2006 18:11:40 GMT -5
"Fangorn is not a place to just sit in the trees." A voice approache Amaya, Linwe stood there in her complete ranger 'glory' holding onto Lundi's reins, "The tree's have feelings of there own." She let go of the reins and looked around. She held none of her weapons for she knew the trees would be offended if she did. Her mood was light yet wary as she stared at this new comer.
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Post by Tári Nólatári on Nov 5, 2006 22:41:15 GMT -5
Tári rode up behind her companion, her rains slack in her hands. Now Linwë and her were travling together she was happy. She smiled at the person who was sitting in the forest. She looked compleatly relaxed astride Ranger. Ranger looked like a war horse, stomping and tossing his black mane his blood red coat shining.
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Post by Linwë Culnámo on Nov 6, 2006 15:05:45 GMT -5
Linwë grinned as she noticed Tari from the corner of her eye, Lundi was dressed in her full armor. Prepared for any battle that may come along. She had blinkers and a steel bit and her face covering was leather. Her saddle was her best one and she had on her metal and chain mail covering over her chest and withers and hind-quarters.
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Post by rain on Nov 6, 2006 19:19:07 GMT -5
Amaya felt Thurkear stir next to her at the sight of the two newcomers. She turned to the dragon and shook her head as if saying 'no'. She turned back to the two women and replied lightly.
"The trees have no reason to harm me, so they do not." she said and slid down from the tree, traveling on the trunk. "They're actually quite nice to chat with if you can put up with their non stop chattering." she said and felt an acorn nail her inthe back of her head. "Hey! It's the truth!" she yelled back in the direction it came from, earning her another acorn. "Fine, fine. You're too sensitive." she mumbled and turned to the two.
"Well, my name's Amaya, yours?" she asked them.
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Post by Linwë Culnámo on Nov 6, 2006 19:24:00 GMT -5
"My name is none of your business. And you should not give your name so lightly, I could take it to enemys at this second." She said sternly, and Lundi tossed her beautiful head and rattled her armor, while Linwë could feel her hand slipping towards her sword every second.
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Post by Tári Nólatári on Nov 6, 2006 20:18:56 GMT -5
"Tári....." she started to say but stopped when Linwë had not given her name. she blushed turning her head to the side, looking off to the right. She was so relaxed while Linwë was more caushes and wary. She shook her golden red hair back it seemed always to want to be on her sholders.
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Post by Linwë Culnámo on Nov 6, 2006 20:48:25 GMT -5
Linwë caught herself from yelling at Tari, it was an honest mistake, the younger elf was easy-going and unlike the more uptight half-elf. She looked back up at the trees before shaking her head.
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Post by rain on Nov 18, 2006 23:45:18 GMT -5
Amaya looked taken aback at the rudeness. Her eyes fluttered slightly and she looked at the one who seemed to be constantly shaking her head.
"Well then, beg my pardon for being nice and trustin' of elves?" she asked, a slight accent coming out, "I did not know that elves would be so evil as ta' go and cause a neutral party harm." she said offended. She walked over to Thurkear and put her foot on his hand and wrapped her hand around his arm. He lifted her to the crook between the neck and back that was meant for a rider. There was a black leather saddle there and she hopped onto it. Thurkear walked closer to the two female elves and Amaya spoke.
"I had no idea that the friendly elves were now so mistrustin'. I'm simply a mercinary for hire, an assassin as some would name me." she said, a slur on the words. "Methinks you very rude for bein' such misbegotten. I'll be guessin' I'm not wanted?" she said as more of a question.
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