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by Serrif Von Chatlyn on April 11th, 2011, 1:30 am
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by Blythe on April 11th, 2011, 5:21 pm
Blythe was standing barefoot on the bamboo matts of the suvai pavilion. It was the first time in a long time that she was sparring with Fleur again. Not that Blythe minded, after all, Fleur was rather skilled with the sword. Each of the Konti's hair was left down, their hair ties, pale pink ribbons, having fallen out ages ago, at the beginning of their spar. Each of their faces, their palms, were coated in a thin sheet of sticky sweat. Their long blonde hair clung to the edges of their faces, to their lips. Blythe was staring at her opponent with her lavender-colored eyes. Each of them had assumed a starting stance known simply as prime. Their sweaty palms rested tightly around the hilt of their wooden practice swords, which were held up high, next to her heads. The portion that would have been the blade, was pointed up and towards the ceiling. The blade was arched; ready to strike out at anyone who stood in the Konti's way. Each woman's legs were bent, and their stance was rather low to the ground. Fleur was swirling her sword slowly in the air. Only the end moved, the portion farthest away from her hands. It was swirling, humming through the air as it made the smallest of circles. Blythe was tempted to watch the blade, at how it moved, the subtle changes in its position strangely alluring to her, but the Konti forced herself not to get distracted. For as soon as she got distracted, she found herself losing just about every practice fight, if not every one of them. Blythe's throat had grown dry. She stood silently, waiting. "Are you ready to start again?" Fleur asked. Blythe nodded. As soon as she had, Blythe stepped forward, and brought her sword around the side of her head. She sliced diagonally across, so that if her sword struck, it would cut downwards from Fleur's right shoulder to her left hipbone. As though she had anticipated the older Konti's attack, Fleur took a half step backwards, and lowered her blade. It was held out in front of her, the blade running up and down the length of her body. Her arm was dangling awkwardly over it, the elbow far out to the sky. The shape it made reminded Blythe of a chicken wing, even though it made a square, or a backwards seven, depending on how you looked at it. Click! The wooden blades met. Fleur smiled devilishly, her eyes seemed to flash. "Try again Blythe," she called, a sort of playful taunt. "Will do," Blythe whispered as she pulled her blade back, and away from Fleur's. She passed her eyes over the girl's body for a fraction of a second, looking for a weak spot, the best place to strike. Of course, in that amount of time, Blythe found that she was unable to locate such an opening. Not wanting Fleur to go after her however, Blythe took two steps to the right, and then slashed downwards, towards Fleur's left leg. Fleur moved her sword to the side, and blocked Blythe's instantly. Click! Fleur brought stepped back, and returned to the prime position. Blythe backed up as well. Her heart was pounding, and her chest was rising and falling rapidly as she gasped for air. Fleur, being the more fit of the two, didn't need as long to catch her breath. Instantly, she darted forward. Her blade twisted around her head, and came to an end in front of her, she then lifted it up again rapidly, only to bring it back down, in an attempt to slice through Blythe's head. Startled, Blythe took a half step back, she twisted her sword so that it would run diagonally across her head, and hover just above her forehead. Click! What an odd move, why attempt to strike the one place that was left heavily guarded? Blythe wondered as Fleur pulled her sword away. Fleur's sword seemed to twirl in-between her fingers, and a second later, Blythe found that it was pressing into the center of her chest. Blythe's flesh curled inwards, making way for the sword. "You win," Blythe whispered as Fleur pulled the sword away. Blythe let out the breath she hadn't even realized she had been holding in, as a soft, subtle throbbing pain began to spread out around the impact mark. That may leave a bruise, Blythe thought, as she watched her opponent bow her head to her. Blythe mimicked the motion, before each of them walked over to a small stack of wooden practice swords and placed theirs on top. It seemed like the class had ended a few minutes before, and they hadn't even noticed. "Well we best be going," Fleur said, as she gazed at the door. Several of the Konti women were already heading out. "Looks like," Blythe replied simply. Just before she reached the door that led out of the pavilion, she heard a loud splash. That's odd, she thought, as she shrugged it off and continued through the door, Fleur right behind her. But surely if one of the other girls went for a dip, they'll be alright. After all, we have scales and gills, we can't exactly drown. "Hey did you see that!" a woman called from up ahead. "See what?" another asked. "He just fell into the water!" the first replied. He? "Well can he swim?" the second asked. "Maybe... but his things may be weighing him down," the first woman replied. "He was carrying a lot on his back." Blythe's eyes grew wide, and her heart began to pound wildly in her tiny rib cage. Ser! Her breath caught in her throat, as she walked over to the edge of the balk, where she had assumed the man fell considering the ripples that still lingered on the top of the water. How long has he been down there? And can he swim? Blythe wondered, as she stared down at the lake, hoping that it was all a mistake, and that he hadn't fallen in. Even though she knew that was not the case. OOCFleur, and Annabelle (another thread) are going to be the only two people I spar with. Um... Ser, not feeling so great, so my posting speed may decline dramatically. 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by Serrif Von Chatlyn on April 12th, 2011, 12:32 am
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by Blythe on April 12th, 2011, 2:17 pm
Blythe watched the water, waiting for the man she was certain had fallen in to resurface. Surely he would if he had only pulled the back-pack off of him. For not even a Konti could swim with all of that weight on their back, although, they may have been able to walk around the bottom of the lake with it on for awhile. Blythe was biting her bottom lip nervously when Ser appeared on the top of the lake, several feet away from where she stood. He was closer to the other end of the balk. Startled, Blythe's heart started to speed up as she pushed off the wooden fence that lined the wooden platform, with her hands, and then proceeded to run along the balk, pushing past confused and scared-looking Konti women. By the time Blythe had reached the middle portion of the balk, Ser had floated over, close enough for Blythe to reach if she just stuck her arm out through the wooden bars that kept her in place. Within seconds, Blythe found herself on her nose, poking her tiny arms between the space that existed between each of the balk's wooden posts. She was biting her bottom lip, quietly mouthing the words, "come on, come on," as she reached for him. Surely he couldn't stand to be on his stomach, face down in the water much longer. Especially when it appeared as though he had already passed out some time ago. The Konti's fingers began to ache, as her shoulder met with the wood, trying to reach Serrif. "Just a little closer," she whispered, as her hand met his flesh. The Konti forced a small smile as she stuck her other hand through the bars. Slowly, the woman turned Serrif over so that he was floating on his back. Perhaps it will help him breath, Blythe thought, as she watched him float along the lake. Blythe pulled her hands back through the bars, and finally got to her feet. Her knees were sore, and her whole body ached. It felt as though she had pulled a few muscles, especially those in her neck. "Hopefully he'll be ok," Blythe whispered, as she followed Serrif with her eyes. He was headed towards the other end of the balk, away from the suvai pavilion. Well, at least if he continues in that direction, he'll wind up on shore soon, Blythe thought, as she walked along the balk, and stepped down on the other side. Perhaps, if she only waited, Ser would come to her, and then she could help him. Unless, of course, one of the other women stepped forward and offered their assistance. That would probably have been a good thing too, considering what had happened the week before, and how little Blythe knew of medicine. |
by Serrif Von Chatlyn on April 12th, 2011, 5:52 pm
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by Blythe on April 12th, 2011, 7:14 pm
"A familiar face," Blythe whispered as she stared down at Serrif's unconscious body for another moment. She was silent, as was the other Konti who had taken his pulse. A moment later, the woman stood up and continued on her way. So much for assistance, Blythe sighed, as she gave Serrif's right cheek a soft slap, hoping it would help him get up, just a little bit faster. But it did nothing. The man's face hung awkwardly at an angle, his neck twisted slightly to the side. At least the other lady said he'd be alright. Not like we would know. Blythe knelt beside Serrif for several moments, her eyes filled with fear. Now why would he have gone and jumped into the lake? Was he trying to get himself killed, or was it merely an accident? Did someone push him? Blythe shuddered, she couldn't so much as think of another Konti doing that to him. Well maybe not pushed, but accidently knocked him into the lake? Blythe made no move, it was possible. Surely he wasn't so miserable that he would throw himself in. Blythe sighed, if only the man woke up, she could ask him. But when would that be? Gently, Blythe pressed her hands into the center of the man's chest. Perhaps he drank a little too much water to get up properly? she thought, before quickly removing her hands. It seemed that, if anything, only a trickle of saliva poured out of the corners of his mouth. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Serrif opened his eyes. "You're awake," Blythe said simply, with a slightly pained smile. "How are you feeling after your short bout in the lake?" There was a slight pause. "You didn't hit your head or anything did you? You feel ok, remember who and where you are?" Blythe inquired. There was a long pause. "You didn't jump into the lake on purpose, did you?" she asked, her head tilted slightly to the side, awaiting an answer. She didn't know what she'd do if he said, "yes." |
by Serrif Von Chatlyn on April 13th, 2011, 2:36 am
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by Blythe on April 13th, 2011, 2:20 pm
"You... you're welcome," Blythe stammered as she watched Serrif get up. He is acting rather strangely, isn't he? Perhaps he's embarrassed. There was a pause. Or perhaps he still doesn't want to talk to you after what happened last week. He was beginning to walk away from her, "hey Ser," Blythe called to him, as she slowly got to her feet. "Where are you going?" she asked. She took a few steps towards him, doing her best not to get too close, so that he wouldn't feel crowded. "Shouldn't you be headed in the opposite direction? Towards the Opal Temple?" Blythe inquired. "After all, you nearly drowned, and were knocked unconscious," there was a slight pause as the woman stopped to think of her words, to push the edge of fear and sorrow out of her voice. "Don't you think the healers should have a look at you? Just to make sure everything is okay?" Blythe took a half step closer. "You know, you scared a lot of us, by falling into the Lake Ser." There was another little pause, "it's the least you could do for us, and for yourself." Deciding that now would be the time to close the small space that still lingered between them, Blythe took the last few steps forward. She extended her right hand, her fingers seemed paler than usual, they were trembling. She placed it on Serrif's right shoulder, wrapping her fingers around him lightly. She leaned in a little closer, "come on, we can walk together if you'd like, and talk..." her voice trailed off a bit. "Unless you're upset with me, about what happened last week." There was a slight pause, "it's ok if you are, you deserve to be angry and upset," Blythe whispered, as she cast her head down. A part of Blythe wished she had never run from him, another portion knew that it was the only thing she could have done. That part of her knew that if she could have redone everything, she would have done the same thing; run. A part of her simply wanted to run away now, but her somewhat motherly nature was taking over, and she had to make sure that Serrif was ok. Even if he didn't want Blythe to stick around and make sure he was. "Sorry, for running away Ser," Blythe whispered. She hoped he could hear her, for she seemed hardly capable of hearing the words herself. Her bottom lip was trembling as she simply waited. "But for what it's worth, you seem to be the one running away now... funny how things change, isn't it?" her voice was soft, little more than a whisper. Her head was tilted slightly to the side, her hair was plastered to the sides of her face, stuck to her lips, concealing it in shadow. There was a long pause, "the thing is Ser, that we can't run from each other forever," Blythe whispered. "Eventually, one of us will catch up." A small smile crossed her lips as she lifted her head back up, and let her hand trail down his body, before returning to her side. |
by Serrif Von Chatlyn on April 13th, 2011, 6:03 pm
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by Blythe on April 14th, 2011, 2:45 am
What a strange thing to remind someone of. Never being alone. There was a slight pause within Blythe's thought processes. He's probably right though, it's nearly impossible to get any time to yourself when you have nine nieces, three older sisters, a mom, a Kelvic, and your grandmother all under the same roof. Blythe sighed. "Well ok, you can lead if you like. It seems like you know where you are going nowadays," Blythe whispered, as his hand fell from her face. Blythe was walking silently beside Ser, "so is she still pushing you Ser?" Blythe inquired. "Is that why you still come to the pavilion? To pick up those bags she leaves for you?" There was a slight pause. "Just like the last time we met here?" Blythe flashed a weak smile, as she turned to face Serrif. He seemed strained, his face contorted slightly as though he were in pain, or was lying about how he felt about her. No need to think so negatively, he could always have a headache or something after that fall. "Are you feeling ok Ser?" Blythe asked. "You don't need to sit for a minute or anything, do you?" There was a pause. "After all, it is a bit of a walk, and it's a little warm out today." Blythe was running her fingers absently through her long blonde hair. Several lockes were curling into her flesh, tickling her, but not enough to make her laugh. Her hair was soft, and had a strange calming effect on her. Much like a teddy bear might in the hands of a small child. "We wouldn't want you to pass out again, so if you need a break, just ask ok? The Temple won't be going anywhere, so there is no need for us to rush." |
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