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Writing Samples Writing Samples The quaint little book and antique shop known as The White Stag was really an impulse buy on Rhee's part but she couldn't resist! It was the perfect place for her research once she graduated from the prestigious Association owned university, and it didn't completely alienate her from regular human life either which some Association mages preferred. She'd always been a black sheep of sorts, so it was fitting that she could live in a quaint shop that doubled as her home right in the heart of a historic downtown district in London. The wards she put up out front were a great way to deter the wrong kind of customers and generally things were quiet, which she liked, as Rhee quickly got used to the lack of activity. Though today had been pleasantly busy and kept Rhee bustling around the shop to help customers, mostly fellow mages looking for reagents or artifacts for their own research, which she was glad to sell to them for a fair price. Rhee sat at the modest front counter, which doubled as a coffee bar that the non-mages seemed to love, blowing on a hot cup of tea as she waited for her latest patron to come back to the front. Are you all set, Mrs. Stafford? Rhee piped up when she saw the older woman approach the front with a book in hand. It was a gnarled old thing with wrought iron clasps on the side and a once beautiful but faded cover - a grimoire she picked up in Florence on her travels that belonged to Catherine de Medici, who had a well known interest in the occult. I am, yes. You've no idea how devastated I was when the book I received from Belmont turned out to be fake, she answered with a huff that made her ruby red lips purse. She turned her wholesome brown eyes upon Rhianwen's clear grey ones. She smiled warmly then and winked at the young woman. I'll put in another commendation for you at the Association. The Council loves what you've been finding, it's a great help to our research, Mrs. Stafford said quietly enough that the non-mages wouldn't be able to hear. Where are you going next? inquired the older mage. Rhee sighed softly and planted her chin on her palm as she thought it over. Carcassonne and Istanbul, for starters, answered Rhee. Mrs. Stafford nodded in approval. Do let me know when you get back, dear. I'd love to see your new collection before anyone else gets to take a peek! She quickly paid after that and offered Rhee a sagely nod that made her dark, shiny hair ripple around her thin face. After Mrs. Stafford left, Rhee had only three other customers, all of whom were not mages. They wandered around the main floor of the shop and took their time, which she didn't mind as she enjoyed the break from such a long stint of silence. They never walked toward the steps leading into the back room though, nor did they so much as glance at the staircase leading up to the second floor, which was accessible only by other mages and strictly by appointment. As a fail safe, humans experienced a sense of disinterest or forgetfulness when they roamed too close. Her wards ensured they were oblivious because her rare items tended to be dangerous in mundane human hands. Over the course of the next few hours her patrons flitted aimlessly around the store, occasionally buying a book or some trinket or piece of small decor she'd safely disenchanted. Mostly though they loved the coffee, biscuits, and cozy atmosphere. By the time they all left Rhee was nearly through the book she'd been reading at the counter. A fairy tale of sorts, one of her favorites. She read it dozens of times and never got bored. Taking of sip of her now lukewarm tea, Rhee placed the cup back down gently and brought her hand back up to move a lock of ash blonde hair out of her face. She was ready to tuck into another book when she heard the door open again and someone practically threw themselves inside. Rhee stood up before actually looking at who entered, and quickly smoothed out her comfortable grey sweater. In a pair of dark skinny jeans and a pair of cream ballet flats, Rhee didn't look close to the post academics she hailed from. But she didn't have to dress to impress the Association out here. Can I help you? Rhianwen asked as she took a step forward to the customer. He was the only one there so she may as well give him her full attention. Click to expand... Annalise watched Cindy get closer as her little doll lead the way with an eager skip in her step. Though the other human didn't seem excited at all, the elder vampire chalked it up to a first time experience coming to Fangtasia. It was daunting to be so near and personal with vampires and the first time was often the hardest, but it yielded such a sweet addiction to the culture of vampires that humans created before Annalise's kind came out of the coffin. To put it simply, it as very profitable, and Annalise wanted to encourage every lovely human thing that walked through her doors to continue coming back. She had a fondness for beauty. One might say it was a weakness to embody avarice and vanity and lust. Yet what was a vampire if not all of those things forever? When the human finally arrived Annalise cocked her head in mild interest as the girl drank to calm her nerves and tried to compliment the club. Awesome? You humans are so easily amused, Annalise echoed with a smirk that offered a quick flash of her white teeth, sans fangs. She didn't let those come out for just anybody. Tell me Cindy, why did you come here tonight? Anna asked. She crossed a leg over her knee and leaned back in her ornate chair while staring down at Cindy unblinking. She looked gorgeous in that dress, with that makeup. Her breasts weren't falling out of a fluorescent bikini top. She didn't have on a short plaid skirt and torn fishnets, nor was her eyeliner streaky. There was a certain class about her that Annalise detected and admired even for having seen her only a moment. She loved the care Cindy put into her appearance and that special kind of pride for oneself made her valuable. Whether or not Cindy answered Annalise yet, the vampire cut in again. Usually the women who come in here are looking for... companionship. Does that interest you? Annalise inquired point blank. She wasn't the sort of woman to beat around the bush, in life or otherwise. But a desire to know more about Cindy, the curious little thing, was almost overwhelming. Click to expand... Lilja sighed when she saw the druid struggle to sit up from the corner of her eyes. She was a stubborn one, she'd give the dark haired lass that much, but resilience in the face of being ill was quite different from standing up to the Jarl. His gaze felt like the bite of a cold winter's morning and the promise of nothing save for death and darkness. The shield maiden wished vehemently that Tesni would simply do as she was told when the time came to spare herself further injury. Although part of her also wished by then that the Jarl's following would dwindle in secret, if she could secure the druid's help instead. Stop forcing yourself, grumbled Lilja when the druid finally sat up in the bed, panting from the strain of it. For a few seconds the warrior's mind flashed with thoughts of Tesni short of breath, her wild mane of hair splayed around her beautiful shoulders and her bare chest revealed, trickling with perspiration for other reasons... Quickly she cleared her throat and scooted back on the chair further so that the heat of the fire didn't make her cheeks any more red, or dot her brow in moisture. Lilja stood up and walked closer to the bedside where Tesni sat. She held her gaze firmly with arms crossed over her shoulders and then, giving in just for a short time, her look softened and she knelt in front of the brunette. Gently she reached out and cupped Tesni's face with her hot, nimble hands that were slightly calloused from wielding a sword most of her life. You must recover. For more than just your own sake. You're in no shape to test the Jarl's patience as it is and a pretty face will grant you leniency only so long, Lilja told her softly, though still with a hint of a demand. Perhaps the druid would not bow to the Jarl but Lilja would make sure she became well again, no matter what. Just guard yourself around him... please. It left her mouth before Lilja had a chance to stop herself, and she thumbed Tesni's cheek while she said it. The addition was tacked on after a few seconds of pause, which made it clear it was difficult for Lilja to express herself so openly by begging to a near stranger - one who she nursed through fever dreams in the night, whose own well being took precedence over everything she previously held in regard. Click to expand...