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Post by Avery on Jan 13, 2016 6:05:27 GMT
"I know,"
"Stay awake. Remember out duel." Caspian murmurs, cleaning the wound gently and wrapping it before he changes out the ones on her shoulder, cleaning that as well, being thorough
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Post by X'zayvean on Jan 13, 2016 6:08:44 GMT
"Stay awake. Remember out duel."
"Duel?" she murmurs, then her eyes brighten a little in remembrance. "You still want to duel?"
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Post by Avery on Jan 14, 2016 5:44:06 GMT
"Duel? You still want to duel?"
"Of course." Caspian murmurs, laughing a moment "I hardly ever get to spar, let alone meet someone who enjoys the bow as much as I."
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Post by X'zayvean on Jan 14, 2016 5:49:54 GMT
"Of course. I hardly ever get to spar, let alone meet someone who enjoys the bow as much as I."
She smiles a little, gaze moving to the bloodied shirt beside her as she shivers a little, and she grabs it and looks it over. "I suppose I owe you a shirt," she murmurs, a leg tucking under her as he finishes.
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Post by Avery on Jan 14, 2016 6:09:46 GMT
"I suppose I owe you a shirt,"
"You owe me nothing." Caspian mutters, shaking his head "I just want you to get better."
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Post by X'zayvean on Jan 14, 2016 6:44:05 GMT
"You owe me nothing. I just want you to get better."
She sits still a moment, eyes drooping just a little as she lets go of the shirt and wraps her arms around herself slowly. She catches a whiff of smoky oak and metal, the same smell that had been around her since she had worn his clothes, and the words blurt quietly from her mouth, "It smells of wood and forges."
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Post by Avery on Jan 14, 2016 6:48:54 GMT
"It smells of wood and forges."
Stilling at her words, Caspian studies her for a moment before his hands slip under her, shifting her slightly so she'll be more comfortable, pulling the quilt over her "Does it?"
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Post by X'zayvean on Jan 14, 2016 6:56:43 GMT
"Does it?"
At the touch of his hands her eyes open a little more from their droop, the warmth welcomed, even more so when the quilt is pulled over her. "I noticed it the morning after I ended up here," she goes on, almost in a state between awake and asleep as she fights it. "It's...It's comforting," she adds, though more quietly as she finally turns to look at him, studying. Then, after a moment she gains the nerve to ask. "At the forges-- why did you decide to help me?"
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Post by Avery on Jan 14, 2016 7:01:50 GMT
"I noticed it the morning after I ended up here. It's...It's comforting. At the forges-- why did you decide to help me?"
Pausing, Caspian looks away, gaze turning distant, sighing after a moment of silence "Because I've been in your shoes. Injured, freezing, with no where to go. Except it was fire that got me, not another being."
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Post by X'zayvean on Jan 14, 2016 7:11:06 GMT
"Because I've been in your shoes. Injured, freezing, with no where to go. Except it was fire that got me, not another being."
She studies him closely, hands holding the quilt close. "Exverd achm krat," she says after a moment, remembering something the wise woman once told her.
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Post by Avery on Jan 14, 2016 7:12:51 GMT
"Exverd achm krat,"
"Pardon?" Caspian asks, frowning in confusion, gaze meeting hers
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Post by X'zayvean on Jan 14, 2016 7:16:27 GMT
"Pardon?"
"It means reforged by fate," she answers quietly. "There's something I see that reminds me of that, something that the wise woman once told me before I became the Sherai. Fate takes a path that many don't understand, and that there were times when the sparks from the flame could be seen." After a moment Ib's cheeks grow red and she looks away as she realizes she was nearly rambling. "Apologies," she murmurs, a hand coming to her forehead.
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Post by Avery on Jan 14, 2016 7:19:53 GMT
"It means reforged by fate. There's something I see that reminds me of that, something that the wise woman once told me before I became the Sherai. Fate takes a path that many don't understand, and that there were times when the sparks from the flame could be seen. Apologies,"
Frown deepening, Caspian studies her once she stops talking, brow furrowed before he leans over and kisses her cheek, turning away "Thank you." he murmurs quietly, back to her, fists clenched at his sides
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Post by X'zayvean on Jan 14, 2016 18:42:56 GMT
"Thank you."
At the kiss on her cheek her expression grows a little more alert, and slowly she turns and looks at him as her hand lowers. Her gaze studies him, and seeing the tension Ib starts to reach out, but stops short in hesitation. She gathers her nerve and she places a hand on his, touch gentle. "You survived," she murmurs quietly, "though not without scars. And because you helped me, I'll live another day." She offers a small, almost unnoticeable smile that lightens her exhausted gaze.
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Post by Avery on Jan 14, 2016 18:47:59 GMT
"You survived, though not without scars. And because you helped me, I'll live another day."
Stiffening when her hand slides into his, Caspian turns back halfway to look at her, blue eyes glinting in the light, lips pursed "You should rest, Iberia."
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