[Flashback] Mishaps, Maladies & Milady (Milya)

[Larcen]

"Don't be sorry for me. I'm not sorry for myself, so there's no reason for you to be sorry, now is there?" A wry smirk. As she continued speaking, Larcen looked more amused than anything at her worried query. "I'm quite sure about not having possession of the bed, yes." An odd smile under the mask. "I do still retain some measure of appropriate gentlemanly instinct. The lady takes the comfort." Mister Fluffy meowed laconically. "And I'm also weak against women, says Mister Fluffy," Larcen added in an offhanded manner while he made himself comfortable on the floor, then observed Milya casually as she went about her business. "So you just let the memories about that boy fade into fond recall?" A tilt of the cowled head. "Why not try to re-establish contact? Seems like a good approach, if anything," he watched her, bemused, as she proceeded to a writing desk. This girl was proving to be one of those sadder souls in Syliras. Birds of a feather, huh. It was true what they said about those of the same ilk gathering together. Even the miserable ilk. "What are you writing?" Larcen asked, as a means of getting his head out of the mired trench of self-sympathizing.

[Milya]

Milya smiled and rubbed her eyes. She should probably go to sleep now, but she liked talking. She laughed as he said the cat says he was weak against women. She replied with a smile, "I'm not a women, I am only 14 years old." She walked over to her desk and gave him a side-long glance. "Yes, I let the memories fade into fond-recall. I do not go looking for him for I do not know where to find him, or to even reach information about him. We also met when I was younger, I seriously doubt he would know who I was." she said it with a sigh. She was just making excuses and she knew it. If she really wanted to meet the boy again she would, the only thing that would stop her is going alone is dangerous. The reason she didn't want to find him was because she was scared and didn't want anymore important people in her life to go away. When he left, he was still alive. She could always hope she'd see him again. Her family on the other hand...

She shook her head, she wouldn't think of it. She hugged herself and stared at the page she had just written to her brother, when Larcen asked of it she sighed. This was one of those things she didn't want to confess but did anyways. She said, "Something I write to my brother every day or a few times a week." Before when she was a little more social with a couple of chosen people she had only written in it sometimes, but lately she had been writing in it a lot. She looked at him and gave a big yawn and stretched. "Can we go to bed now? I am tired.." she said it quietly and nervously but she knew he would understand. She quickly scampered to her bed and lied down.

[Larcen]

The decidedly roguish man quirked a brow, and the need to make a witty comment overwhelmed his sensibility. "So 'can we go to bed', you say?" Larcen commented lightly, a teasing note in his usually sombre and plaintive tone of voice. "You, milady, can go to bed, certainly. I, on the other hand, will not be getting into the bed, because it is not entirely proper for one who is not entirely a lady yet and likely not in love to engage in such promiscuity." A low chuckle as he patted the pillow on the floor and used it as a back support, propping it up against the wall, and using the blanket as a sort of mat, before he settled down in a casual sitting position and closed his eyes. "But, sleep is agreeable. Good night ... Milya." Her name, stated last of all before Larcen stopped speaking, seemed to ring in the air for some time. - When dawn came and the roosters crowed the next morning, the blanket was neatly folded into a brisk pile, with the pillow on top, and placed beside the bed where Milya was. The grimy footprints from Larcen's passage into the room had been scrubbed away, and there was no trace, no evidence, of the black-clad man's presence the night before. When she awoke, she would find the door slightly ajar, as an indication someone had woken early, opened the door quietly, then sneaked outside into the open lawn without her noticing.

[Secret]

THREAD AWARDS Milya   Skills Skill Gain Notes Field Medicine 1 Observation 1 Writing 1 Rhetoric 1   Lores Even Shady Strangers Need Care Making Cloth Bandages (Basic) Opening Up One's Home to a Stranger   Notes Well done, not much to award but I felt you stuck to your appropriate levels. Thanks Larcen   Skills Skill Gain Notes Stealth 1 I felt you were a bit stealthier than your skill level allows. Weapon: Sword Catcher 1 Again I felt your combat was beyond your skill. Acrobatics 0 Would have awarded more if you used it at a more reasonable level Weapon: Throwing Dart 0 Would have awarded more if you used it at a more reasonable level. Intimidation 2 Deception 1 Observation 1 Rhetoric 1   Lores Crossbow Bolts Hurt Poison Resistance (Minor) Sleeping and Running   Injuries Description Heal Time After effects Crushed and punctured hand 12 weeks until full strength Minor Puncture Scars Punctured Thigh 8 weeks until normal walking Large Puncture Scar, slower running and jumping Punctured Waist 15 weeks Puncture Scar, internal scarring, digestion issues Punctured Back 8 weeks Two Punctured Scars Poisoned 1 week Nausea, Severe Burning when urinating Injured Leg (Mister Fluffy) 2 Weeks Noticeable Limp If you would like your injuries properly healed, for both you and your cat, you can visit a healer. If not then the thigh and stomach wounds will be life long handicaps. Mister Fluffy needs to be taken to a vet or he will limp the rest of his limp.