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Post by X'zayvean on Feb 1, 2016 4:58:23 GMT
"There's no need for me to retrieve water."
She looks at him questioningly, not realizing that any had already been brought back in.
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Post by Avery on Feb 1, 2016 5:09:12 GMT
Sighing softly, Caspian's lips purse before he inhales, hands fisting at his sides before he walks over to the pot near the fire and holds his hand out above it, palm down as his eyes flash blue and water is squeezed from the air. Gritting his teeth, he continues till the whole thing is full then stumbles back away from it, breaths shallow "There."
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Post by X'zayvean on Feb 2, 2016 4:57:40 GMT
"There."
Iberia watches in awe, eyes wide before she looks at him, suddenly uncertain. "You're of Kajin blood," she murmurs quietly, "Blood of the north?"
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Post by Avery on Feb 2, 2016 5:10:55 GMT
"You're of Kajin blood. Blood of the north?"
"Yes." Caspian murmurs quietly, eyes distant as he looks at the fire "Though, here, I'm merely known as the blacksmith, and the son of one."
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Post by X'zayvean on Feb 3, 2016 4:50:11 GMT
"Yes. Though, here, I'm merely known as the blacksmith, and the son of one."
Slowly a memory returns, and her gaze fills with recognition. "You're like him," she says quietly, hesitating before moving to the stairs to retrieve the clothes. "You're secret is safe."
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Post by Avery on Feb 3, 2016 5:01:40 GMT
"You're like him. You're secret is safe."
"Thank-" Caspian starts to mutter before her words register and his gaze widens, swallowing as he walks over, grabbing her arm "Him? Like who?"
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Post by X'zayvean on Feb 3, 2016 5:15:08 GMT
"Thank- Him? Like who?"
She stops and looks back at him, uncertain a moment. "It was years ago, before the attacks on our tribe. There was a rogue who had been infected with Death's Shadow. The wisewoman found him silent as a snowstorm in the night, and he used an ability like yours, water and ice. He wore himself out to keep her away, and it was then she healed him. After he recovered, he cleared the way through the passage just north of here so we could cross into Varisvaara." She pauses, studying. "In fact," Ib says as she faces him, "he resembled you in your appearance."
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Post by Avery on Feb 3, 2016 5:31:55 GMT
"It was years ago, before the attacks on our tribe. There was a rogue who had been infected with Death's Shadow. The wise woman found him silent as a snowstorm in the night, and he used an ability like yours, water and ice. He wore himself out to keep her away, and it was then she healed him. After he recovered, he cleared the way through the passage just north of here so we could cross into Varisvaara. In fact, he resembled you in your appearance."
Face paling more and more with each word spoken, Caspian swallows thickly, not trusting himself as he takes a step back "And what became of this rogue?"
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Post by X'zayvean on Feb 4, 2016 19:09:06 GMT
"And what became of this rogue?"
She shrugs a little. "He left without a word. Every once and a while we caught wind of him from passing travelers, many of the stories about his courage and generosity despite this..." Ib pauses a moment. "This darkness about him. Sometimes he remembered faces, sometimes he didn't. But I haven't heard any word of him for at least seven years or more." Then, it dawns on her. "Do you know him?"
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Post by Avery on Feb 5, 2016 4:17:48 GMT
"He left without a word. Every once and a while we caught wind of him from passing travelers, many of the stories about his courage and generosity despite this... This darkness about him. Sometimes he remembered faces, sometimes he didn't. But I haven't heard any word of him for at least seven years or more. Do you know him?"
Face shadowing, Cas's jaw locks, fists clenching before he slowly nods in response to her question "He's... Family. But I haven't seen him in over ten years, I'm not sure he'd remember."
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Post by X'zayvean on Feb 5, 2016 4:58:39 GMT
"He's... Family. But I haven't seen him in over ten years, I'm not sure he'd remember."
"Memories can never be truly lost," Ib says quietly. "Especially when they are close to the heart." She turns and starts up the stairs to retrieve the clothes.
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Post by Avery on Feb 8, 2016 4:40:04 GMT
"Memories can never be truly lost. Especially when they are close to the heart."
"Iberia." Caspian mutters quietly, stopping her before she's even halfway up the steps "I wish to find him. Would you help me?"
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Post by X'zayvean on Feb 8, 2016 23:32:09 GMT
"Iberia. I wish to find him. Would you help me?"
Ib stops and looks at him, gaze uncertain a moment before she offers a small smile. "Of course. It's the least I can do. Once I'm able to move around a little more, and we've clean clothes, we'll figure out where to start."
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Post by Avery on Feb 16, 2016 5:55:54 GMT
"Of course. It's the least I can do. Once I'm able to move around a little more, and we've clean clothes, we'll figure out where to start."
Shoulders slumping slightly, Caspian opens his mouth then shuts it momentarily, turning away "Of course. Thank you."
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Post by X'zayvean on Feb 16, 2016 19:01:20 GMT
"Of course. Thank you."
She purses her lips with a nod and continues up, only to return shortly later with both his clothes and her clothes.
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