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This northernmost city is the home of Morwen, The Goddess of Winter, and her followers who dwell year round in a land of frozen wonder. [Lore]
by Coren on November 21st, 2012, 10:35 pm
There was a long awkward silence as he waited for an answer to his offer of taking over the bird of her, but this time it seemed that Sliver finally had enough of lugging the carcass around for a while. “Of course, I'm stronger then I look so I don't think it would be much of a problem, I worked in the iceglaze mines last season you know.” Coren said in what he had intended to be a lighthearted tone, though he would leave it up to Sliver how good that one had come out, he honestly didn't have any idea. Coren wrestled for a short wile to get the hawk over his shoulder while his right arm was still hanging besides his body, he had managed to move it a bit but he wasn't going to push his luck. So with Slivers help he managed to throw it over his shoulder, keeping the dead hawk in place with his strong left hand.
At Slivers inquiry for his mask he gave her a bit of a surprised look. “animal mask? It is just a leather strip that covers my nose and the rest of my lower face actually.” He turned his body towards her, moving the hawk a bit out of her line of vieuw and raised his hood a tad. Lifting the shadows that it usually cast over his face and mask. Showing indeed that his mask was just a simple piece of leather that covered the lower half of his face. “Then again, with the hood covering the other half of my face I don't think its to weird that you had a bit of trouble seeing exactly whats underneath my hood. Its what they are made for after all.” Coren answered her question without to much fuss, it wasn't as if she was asking what was underneath the mask anyway. |
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by Sliver on November 21st, 2012, 11:05 pm
Sliver glanced at it in curiosity, so simple really. She realized that this was the first time she had glimpsed Coren's face, even if it was still mostly covered, and she took a long look into his eyes, appreciating the sight when they were not encased in shadow.
"Huh, did you have some kind of injury, or do you just really like being creepy?"
She smiled at herself as they continued walking. She always found herself so amusing, and was never quite ashamed of that fact like she probably should have been. Regardless she just could never grasp why the mage always covered up so much. Aside from the fact that he was most certainly marked by his Goddess, if one dressed so obviously out of place, it was like asking for everyone to recognize the young mage and beat the shyke out of him at every given turn. Why purposefully bring that upon oneself?
It was clear they were growing close to Winterflame for Sliver could already pick up the smells of wondrous things cooking on stove tops or sitting to cool outside. |
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by Coren on November 22nd, 2012, 8:18 pm
Coren just shrugged at Slivers question, which was a bit hard to do with the carcass hanging over one of his shoulders. “Neither actually, I just started wearing it when I was young and it grew on me while I was wearing it, same with the heavy clothing and hoods.” Coren replied to Slivers question, technically it was true, he started wearing those when he was a lot younger, but more to help cover up the fact he was a mage. If people couldn't see your body language and face they couldn't easily tell you were lying.
“Besides, the amount of pockets on the inside of this robe is quite impressive, I don't know how much exactly I can fit in there but I do know the icewatch will be busy for quite a while if they ever decide to search me.” Coren added the horrible joke at the end. As they where coming closer to the winterflame hold even Coren's unsensitive nose began to pick up the delicious smells. "Well, we are nearly there, lets drop this bird off and see what we can get for it before getting thsoe wounds of yours checked." |
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by Sliver on November 23rd, 2012, 4:23 am
The Kelvic rolled sore shoulders, reluctantly relived to be free of the burden as they pressed onward through the light snow. What would make a child wear such a simple yet confining mask from such a young age was something she simply couldn't comprehend, but someone who enjoyed acquiring knowledge from things filled with tiny indecipherable words was never to be considered entirely sane by the wolverine's account, so she needn't question him any further on the matter.
She agreed with Coren's sentiment. Though she was perfectly fine with taking her time back to the barracks to be berated for once again injuring herself, she was sore tired and still recovering from her annoyance with the mage, and wouldn't mind a little space. When they reached the back door to one of the kitchens and knocked, an middle-aged man who smelled of burnt grease and pungent herbs collected the fowl from them. There was no shortage of frost hawks being as how they were pests, but because of the size and condition of the specimen, he gave them a single silver miza for it before taking it indoors with very little to say. Neither mage nor Kelvic was given much choice for bartering, but Sliver didn't much care about money, as long as she had enough to pay for her keep in the barracks and buy those sweet rolls down at the bakery she enjoyed so much, the wolverine was content with her financial situation.
Of course this left Sliver and Coren standing alone outside of Winterflame Hold. She cleared her throat.
"Well it was...mostly fun..."
She handed Coren the Silver Miza.
"Here, as an apology and thanks for putting up with me. I expect you to buy me some cider at some point, maybe after we go on a real hunt someday."
There was something final int he way she thrust the coin into his face, that dared the mage to refuse the gift. Dark and weary eyes gazed up under the hood.
"Also you should try taking that mask off sometime, I bet you look less like an insane mage and a bit more like a Vantha, probably wouldn't be a bad thing, ya know?"
With that the wolverine turned and headed off, leaving the mage to contemplate her words. Sliver itched behind her ear, even that action causing her pain in her shoulder, and she grumbled under her breath about kitchen knives and crazy hawks as she proceeded slowly back to the barracks, ready for a nice nap. |
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by Coren on November 27th, 2012, 9:49 pm
Coren was a bit miffed on how their hard work was being undervalued and that they where nearly shoved out of the door by the man with the bad smell. But he doubted that arging or trying to barter would change anything anyway from the look on the man's face. So he kept his mouth shut and just accepted the mans offer. He looked towards Sliver as she got his attention. Blinking in suprise as he nearly got the silver miza shoved in his nostril as sliver quite suddenly trusted into his face. “Well, It was enjoyable for the most part, aside the small spat and both of us nearly getting killed by a frosthawk.. Though your opinion most likely differs on the last one.” Coren said in an amused deadpan as he accepted the coin. Even if she hadn't insisted on him receiving it he probably would have accepted it anyway. Coren could never have not enough money. At Slivers last remark coren just shook his head. She didn't understand it, while he might have chosen to wear it all those years ago, he had grown dependent on the heavy covering. Most likely some light case of paranoia or overprotective of his body that projectors tended to develop. Then again, it was magic and as much as he knew about it it was still quite unpredictable. “I'll keep that in mind. See you later then Sliver.”Coren sad his own farewell and walked away from Sliver. Though he was going to make sure to check up on her later to see if she really ahd gotten medical attention. |
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