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Thread: The Prophecy (Tesora & CharmSnake)

It was a good horse. He could tell by how relatively well behaved he was despite the thunder and lightning. Yarrol led the dark chestnut stallion by the reins the last few yards into the road. The ground was a quagmire and the carriage tracks were flooded with water. The coach had left an easy trail to follow in the mud and he was a bit surprised that it had run even this far. You are good with horses? he turned to Gwyndolen and prompted her. Do you ride? He mounted and reached down for her hand and let her have the stirrup. By your attire, side saddle would be best for you, he suggested and helped her up. It won't be far. He adjusted his quiver on his back so that the ends of the bolts wouldn't be in her face. They were off at a slow trot, letting the horse find its own footing in the muck. The sky lit up again followed quickly by another huge crack of thunder. The horse stopped and whinnied. Yarrol patted him on the neck and let him relax before continuing. The road bobbed over knolls and low crests, still the cart tracks rolled on before them. What supplies are in your coach? he asked her over his shoulder as she held onto his waist. Obviously you would have food and a change of clothes? Do you have needle and thread? he posed knowing that his arm would need to be sewn up. They passed one of the other bandit's horses, riderless at the edge of the road before a right hand bend. Looking into the trees he saw the silhouette of another shaking the wet from its mane. Rounding the bend the coach finally came into view. The road inclined and halfway up the horse team got tired of ascending. One of the lead horses had tried to turn back but the wheels were stuck in the mud and refused to follow. The tangle of horses and lines blocked the way. Yarrol let her down first before dismounting himself and walked up the edge of the road where the roots of the tall grass held the soil firmer for better footing. Opening the carriage door, he let her in first, tossing his things in after her, and climbed in. He sat opposite her. Light-headedness was starting to set in and he let out a deep sigh. They looked at each other, two drowned rats resusced on a river bank. Her exposed chest rose and fell as she caught her breath. Yarrol pushed his hood back to reveal platinum locks, almost white, over his ears and down the back of his neck. Are you feeling all right? he asked.
Thread: The Prophecy (Tesora & CharmSnake)

Gwyn was glad very much to see the coach. She had a dress to change into there and it would certainly be nice to stop showing him her breasts. And she did have needle and thread but it wouldn't be needle and thread that would heal that wound. I have it, she answered him outwardly, more than thankful for the horse. A coach stuck in the mud was useless for anything except shelter from the rain and once arrived, she made sure to cut the tangled leather so the horses could roam free, knowing they wouldn't go far from the coach and then she stepped inside, exhausted and completely sodden. As she settled, she watched him push his hood back, flushing at the reveal of his hair, such an unusual color. His question made her nearly laugh, despite the situation and her hand quickly tugged at her ripped bodice. F-fine...Shock I think... she swallowed hard and then slowly moved forward. I don't have much...in the way of supplies...a day's worth of bread and cheese for the two of us I think but no more than that...and a dress...I was quickly tossed in this carriage during the attack...after father... she trailed off, finding herself unable to speak the words. Examining as best she could in the darkness of the carriage, she slid to the edge of the carriage seat and then pulled aside the wet fabric, seeing the crimson flow of blood and torn flesh. It was a nasty wound and she would have to heal him if he had any chance of making it through. Cuts like that left nasty infections and slow deaths. Here...just...just trust me alright...considering you saved me from rape and abduction, this is the least I can do, she murmured and then placed her palm over the wound, instinct telling her where the deepest parts of the cut were before closing her eyes. Beneath her palm, a warm light emitted and she sucked in a breath as the pain of the wound affected her in the same place. God above it hurt but she made no move to stop, instead pressing her hand firmly against him and trying her best to not move or make a whimper. She could feel the tissue reconnecting, feel the blood stop pouring out and then felt as the wound sealed itself up into one smooth white scar. Drawing back, her hand was covered in blood and her own arm was throbbing but he was healed well. There we are...That wound...it shouldn't bother you any more, she said then gave a sigh before wiping the blood onto her already ruined dress, turning and opening a satchel to pull out her other dress. Made of sturdy wool, it was far better a travel dress than the one she was wearing now.
Thread: The Prophecy (Tesora & CharmSnake)

The rain lessened in its intensity again but still pelted down upon the carriage. The two of them sat across from another in perfect stillness until she spoke. Here...just...just trust me alright...considering you saved me from rape and abduction, this is the least I can do. Gwyndolen knelt before him, taking his wounded arm into her careful grasp. Slipping her fingers through the cut in the leather she covered the gash in his flesh. A soft glow tried to escape from beneath her palm and a warmth spread through his upper arm and shoulder. It had been a long time since Yarrol had witnessed someone do this and he had wondered if he would ever see the feat performed again. Some would call it magic but she had the natural powers of healing. Wincing and gritting her teeth she shared his physical pain in empathy and with eyes pinched tightly shut she breathed deep and even to bear it. After a few moments she removed her blood smeared hand and slumped back on the floor of the coach regaining her breath. The wound was closed. The only blood left on his arm was that which had already run forth previous to her touch. Have you always been able to do that? he asked. The lack of food was not a problem as there would be plenty where they were headed by nightfall, but the dress was less than ideal. The coach untethered from the horse team left them in a serene stillness. That is wool, he noted calmly. You may think it tough and warm but in this rain it will soon become terribly heavy with soak. He took a moment to have a good look out each of the windows. No one was in sight, only horses. When we reach camp, we will get you proper clothes. He kept an eye out the window. The visibility was getting poor as the skies grew darker. Bring the bread and cheese. We will eat it on the way. Yarrol cared not for her title, only her person. He had witnessed her courage, now he had felt her compassion. Her skin carried luminescence in the shadowy dim of the coach. The dotting of freckles upon her cheeks made her appear innocent, almost childlike. He admired her beauty both in flesh and in aura. We should keep moving, he said as he rose to his feet. If you need a moment to change I shall step outside for your privacy. Yarrol moved to open the door. And thank you, he said. Thank you for healing me.
Thread: The Prophecy (Tesora & CharmSnake)

I've been able to do it since I was small... She mused thoughtfully and then sighed, glancing down at her already sodden attire and then deciding it was probably better to not change into the wool. Biting her bottom lip, she searched for needle and thread and then used both to haphazardly see up the torn bodice. At least enough to give her some sense of decency. Once accomplished, she grabbed her cloak and tugged it on before stepping back out into the rain, basket in hand, covered with her spare dress to keep the food dry. That done, she shut the door of the carriage and then turned to look at him, glad that her breast wasn't visible though she was sure she had the appearance of a drowned rat. Ready to go? She asked of him. And would we be taking horses? She asked curiously, brushing her loose hair back from her faces all the while hoping that his camp wasn't very far from where they were now.
Thread: The Prophecy (Tesora & CharmSnake)

Gwyn was glad for the break from the rain and gave a sigh of relief once within the walls of the tent. It was warm, dry and by god was she ever glad for it. Soaked to the bone as she was, she imagined she must look a sight but none of the others seemed to be bothered by her drowned rat appearance. As Yarrol pointed out and introduced, she nodded to each of them in kind and then turned, watching him disappear. As his sister returned with the clothes, she gave a smile. Thank you... she said gratefully and then took the tunic and shawl and hose before making her way behind one of the many curtains to change, She was certainly glad to be rid of the sodden gown and after putting on the clothes, she felt much better. The tunic was long and went to her knees. Completed with a belt around her middle it fit her well and allowed for some shielding against the rain. Using a tattered piece of her gown, she braided her hair tying it at the end with her makeshift ribbon and then exited from behind the curtain. Complete with the boots that had been so kindly given to her, she felt much better and certainly dry. The warmth of the fire eased the chill and she thanked Tirra for the hearty stew. It filled her belly in a way the soggy dry bread had not and remained silent before slwoly answering Bennu. I am a healer, she said after several moments silence. I...I was born with the ability to ease the hurts of others...it takes much from me but I'm certainly glad that I was able to help Yarrol with his wound. It would of become infected or the bleeding might of caused him some distress. I knew that I had to do the best I could by him but the healing exhausts me. Coupled with all of the riding and climbing I have done tonight, I can say I shall certainly sleep well. She hoped anyway but she was more than likely to be plagued by nightmares. Yarrol had mentioned the lack of silken sheets but she didn't give a damn about fine things like that. She would just be happy for a place to rest her head tonight and he was giving her that. And without being asked, he was giving her an escort to Valys. Though her future after that was unclear. Especially with Zol doing everything he could to find her. Because he certainly knew of her abilities and wanted to claim them for himself. What made a supernatural army even more destructible than a girl who could heal even the most life threatening of injuries. It was power he could wield to his advantage. I am very grateful. The food, the clothes...thank you...I don't know what I would have done without Yarrol's aid, she whispered, shuddering at the memory of blood and muck and death.
Thread: The Prophecy (Tesora & CharmSnake)

You are fond of my brother, are you not? Tirra asked her keenly. He is fond of you. Such a bold question, child, Bennu said quietly. He can hide it from you but not from me, she said with a glint in her eye. I'm an empath. I read him easier than I do you but your aura is quite clear, she explained. You were very pink when you first stepped in. You still are, but not as bright, probably since he is out. We'll see when he returns. Enough, said the old man calmly without wavering from neither his scratchy monotone nor his craft. But there is more, said Tirra. You are orange as well. Yarrol re-entered through the flap and began to remove his tree bark vest. Rabbit? he smelled the aroma of the stew. And yam, said his sister. Smells good, he said and hung the vest over a line to dry near the fire. Then he began to pull off his tunic as he walked across the dirt floor. The soaked leather tried to cling to his skin as he pulled it over his head. The muscles of his back strained to remove it before he disappeared behind one of the hanging blankets. And mushroom, he called from out of sight as he changed into dry clothes. The blanket flapped as he hurriedly rewrapped fresh leggings and his tight fit bottom became momentarily visible as he bent over to step into clean breeches, jerking them up around his waist and cinching the laces tight. Tirra grinned almost smugly at Gwyndolen, hinting at a change in the pinkness of the princess' ethereal color. Yarrol returned in dry clothes, a shawl about his shoulders, and hung all the wet ones, including Gwyn's torn gown, upon the line. If it would not be worn again, at least it could be fuel for the fire later. Tent is up, he said as he sat cross-legged next to Tirra and helped himself to a bowl and spoon. So what mischief has my sister told you? he asked Gwyndolen. He knew all too well of her ability to sense emotions and perceive energies as well as how keen she was to use it.He was never completely comfortable with her antics and hoped to cast doubt upon anything that she may have revealed. You are royal, Bennu changed the subject. Your pendant, he explained how he knew. Valys is probably the best place for you right now. Zol will want you alive. You're the heir. You're the bloodline, his voice rasped on. He can take Parnathea with force, but keeping the people under control will be difficult without you.
Thread: The Prophecy (Tesora & CharmSnake)

Pink aura? What in the world did this woman think was going on? She'd only just met Yarrol and fondness wasn't the word that came to mind. It was more of a gratefulness but she decided not to remark, turning her head as Yarrol returned and proceeded to undress. She did feel herself flush and the flush only deepened when she saw Yarrol's backside peaking out from behind the sheets hanging for sake of modesty. She didn't miss Tirra's smug grin either. As Yarrol settled close by, she took another bite of her food, enjoying the warmth of the fire as they settled to eat. Thank you, she said to him, giving a glance at Tirra before deciding not to answer his next question. Which was just as well since Bennu had decided to speak up. Gwyn turned to look at him before giving a nod. Yes..it's not the only reason Zol wants me alive of course, she whispered softly before taking another bite. It...it's also for the healing...he knows I have the ability and he wants to use that ability to keep his troops alive and well...I am a key player to his plans...whatever they are, she said, tugging her shawl about her for added warmth and then finishing her stew and the crusty bits of bread. I don't know how long I will be safe in Valys but I don't want to put those lives at risk... She trailed off and then lowered her head, finishing her meal completely and then holding the empty bowl in her lap since she had no idea what to do with it. It's terrible enough having you all in the path of danger by having me here...Yarrol...saved me from hired men seeking to take me back to Zol...and some of them had more...on their minds than that...so I'm just grateful to be here and alive, she mused then took a deep breath.
Thread: The Prophecy (Tesora & CharmSnake)

We are in no more path of danger than any other day, and he will go after Valys whether you are there or not, Bennu spoke as calmly as he had from the beginning, his eyes still on his handywork. Still we cannot hide you forever as much as we may wish to. The fire crackled. Tirra took the pot of boiling water and tipped it gently into several small ceramic cups which she had prepared with pinches of tea and passed them around. She still had a clever grin on her face. Yarrol returned an apprehensive stare. He could not deny his attraction to the princess. Gwyndolen was beautiful to be sure. What man would not find her fetching? Still, he was on a mission to move her safely across his world and back to her own. This was not the time nor the place even if his emotions were something that his sister would be apt to continue to play upon. How many? Bennu asked lifting his eyes to Yarrol. Six, he recounted the lives that he had taken that afternoon. He would have to do repentance, preferably at dawn since dusk had already passed. When fletching one must be sure that each bolt is perfectly straight, Bennu spoke of his craft. Tall reeds are collected from the marsh and creeksides and dried in a smoke hut. Good reeds are light and straight. He picked up one of the reeds laying before him and began to fit the piece of whittled bone into the tip. Then they are hung in tree sap resin with snake bile for three days to harden. This gives them the dark brown color. Then they are dried again, always hanging plumb to stay straight. Satisfied with the fit of the tip he picked up another tiny piece of bone and plugged it flush into the tail. Trimmed to length, they are tipped and plugged with bone. Bones of birds are used for their light weight. Fitted with bone at both ends the old man balanced the bolt on his finger. It sat perfectly still. These are bolts for crossbows. Arrows for longbows will be much longer and usually tailed with feathers. Some say that Zol makes it rain, said Tirra. I don't believe them. Perhaps he does, perhaps he doesn't, said Yarrol. Makes no matter to me. We all influence the elements ... collectively, remarked Bennu. If he has enough followers and they give him their moods willingly, he can influence the weather, certainly. The rain tapped lightly on the roof of the yurt. It was thinning. Yarrrol finished his tea and placed the cup into his empty stew bowl. We must get good rest for tomorrow, said Yarrol. Will you be sleeping in here or next to me? he asked Gwyndolen trying to put the question as clinically as possible. She will sleep with you of course, Tirra sparkled. Must you? Yarrol stopped his sister. The tent is warm and dry, said Bennu. The beddings are as separate as you like.
Thread: The Prophecy (Tesora & CharmSnake)

Oh I don't mind...thank you, Gwyn said with a smile, noting the way Tirra was trying to steer the direction of thoughts but of course, Gwyn had only just met the man and while he had saved her life, she hadn't considered any sort of romantic entanglements. Zol was her main concern and this man was being kind enough to escort her to Valys and she felt nothing but relief and gratitude at the risk that Yarrol was taking. I...thank you, she said softly before running her fingers over her necklace, thanking Tirra as she took the bowl from her lap and then she took a deep breath before standing. Thank you for sharing your hospitality and your food with me, she said then glanced at Yarrol before looking down, crossing her arms over her chest. She bit her bottom lip, walking with Yarrol to his tent, the rain, thankfully, not as heavy so she was barely damp when they reached his tent and she looked at him. Thank you, she whispered softly. If I annoy you with my constant thanks, I'm sorry... she added then slowly looked at him. Is there anything I can do to help. You've done so much already... she said her voice soft, tinged with fatigue but she didn't want to leave Yarrol with all the responsibility. Thanks to him, she wasn't dead or in Zol's custody.
Thread: The Prophecy (Tesora & CharmSnake)

The rain was light enough that Yarrol did not bother to shield the sleeping bundle that he carried the few yards as he led Gwyndolen from the yurt to the tent. Is there anything I can do to help. You've done so much already... A month's healing in a moment? he replied. I owe you. He held open the tent flap for her. It looked bigger on the inside than it did from the outside. There was ample room for two to lay comfortably. Yarrol unrolled the bedding, one large skin to lay upon, two separate blankets and two headrolls. The tent itself had been pitched upon loose pine boughs. We shall cross the river into Valys tomorrow, but should be a few days more to the castle at Val Mara, he informed her. We will travel on horseback with adequate provisions. The rain pattered randomly on the tent skin as he stretched his body out and rested his head on the roll. There was something awkward between them. He sensed an urge for a more casual tone with her yet at the same time felt that anything less formal could compromise a boundary of respect. I'm sorry for my sister's behaviour, he said. She can be a sprite at times, but she does have a kind and generous heart. Yarrol realized that he thought the same of Gwyn's heart, at least from what he had experienced in one day. Perhaps he had more to say, but he wasn't sure what that might be. Who was this person laying next to him in the tent? The hope of an entire kingdom, she was a natural healer, generous and diligent - and beautiful, lovely flesh, hair and spirit within arms reach. A useless thought that last one was. What had her beauty to do with her generosity or diligence? The two of them were of different worlds anyhow and in a few days he would return the princess to her own and that would be that. The thoughts meandered about his brain until the physical exertion of the day came to collect its toll. Yarrol's eyes fell shut and he soon drifted off to sleep.
Thread: The Prophecy (Tesora & CharmSnake)

As Yarrol fell asleep, Gwyn laid there, finding it very difficult to capture a moment of peace. Her mind was weaving through a lot of what ifs. The clothes Yarrol's sister had given her were comfortable, and warm, and would do better than the sodden clothes she'd had on beforehand. The inner sanctum of the tent, a welcome warmth compared to the cold rain outside. She sat up, glancing once more at the white haired man on the other side of the tent and then looked away. She was full of worry, full of fear. She'd been through hell but the worst was not over. Especially if Zol managed to get to her. The thought made her shudder. She had no idea what he desired. Her healing abilities? Her innocence? He wanted something though, something that he would kill anyone in his path to get. Curling back up on her pallet, she slipped the blanket upon her shoulder and then shut her violet eyes, trying her best to get some sleep. She must have gotten some because she woke up at first light, though she was sore and exhausted. Sitting up, she brushed the blankets off of her and then ran her fingers through her dark red hair before neatly braiding it so that it was not to much of a hassle and then saw that there was food at the flap of the tent and a new set of boots that she imagined were meant for her. She slowly got up, thinking that his sister was very kind to give her boots to wear and slipped them on, lacing them up nimbly. They would keep her feet dry from the never ending rain and make traveling on foot a little easier. Not to mention they were better fitting than the ones given to her the night before.
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Thread: A Harry Potter Rpg (Myself,Greenrust)

Hermione couldn't stop crying she had been crying for days, because she was crying so much. Her hair was a mess she looked like she hadn't bathed in days but she still managed to smell good, she needed someone to hold her so of course she went straight to Harry's room. She knew it was hard on Ginny as well but at one point she'd actually been in love with Ron or least she had started to fall in love with him now he would never really know because he was dead. She was an only child so she didn't understand the sacrifice Ron had made to save his brother's life, she more then likely never would but right now she needed some comfort.