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Post by Fang of the Dead on May 27, 2011 18:03:07 GMT -5
(Hello?)
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Post by Deleted on May 27, 2011 20:37:44 GMT -5
(I'm waiting for Nat to post...)
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Post by Deleted on May 28, 2011 7:04:45 GMT -5
(Sorry for the delay!) "Your idea of forgiveness is warped," Anthy thought. Her legs were growing sore--she had been hunched over books for too long--from all this walking, but even so she opted to move them faster than before to escape this uncomfortable situation as soon as possible. And soon she was out of it: after a few moments, she'd reached the outskirts of the palace. She sat down on a stone, breathing out in relief. That was too much for her. Dealing with people like that was exhausting. She rubbed two paws together with a hum, biting her lip once a few pale sparks appeared. After some more formed, she drifted her gaze to guide them to form a small, glittering ring of fire. Practicing magic was always calming to her, even if her little egocentric sister Ava liked to call her a pyromaniac for it. (You two can continue on from there. Sorry again. ^^
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Post by Deleted on May 28, 2011 12:29:56 GMT -5
Xandra began to cry again while holding Hunter tightly. She'd just lost herself a friend. She was never, never going to mention it again. Ever.
She looked over at Saeryennan, who seemed to be looking out the window at Anthy. The princess's eyes were narrowed and her hands were resting on the windowsill, trembling and balled into fists. It was clear that she was trying to hold in the urge to give the little Xweetok what-for.
Xandra thought about going out there and trying to apologize, but she knew that wouldn't work. She wished Caylin were here right now. Caylin knew everything; she would be able to set the red Xweetok straight.
And she didn't even know her name.
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Post by Dju on May 28, 2011 15:45:53 GMT -5
(( I hope I haven't interpreted Anthy's feelings wrong, tell me if I did ok? ^-^ Once again, don't mind Victor's lack of heart )) "You don't get it, do you?" Victor rolled his eyes coldly at the crying xweetok. "None of you three do. You simply decided Anthy was the bad guy! Don't you see your crying was too much?" The eyrie stared Xandra in the eyes now. "Who knows what she thought? Maybe that you were pretending, or maybe that you are way too traumatized to go on. Be strong." He hissed angrily, and he had to admit he was a bit surprised at his insensitivity. A real knight was supposed to follow ethics, to protect people like Xandra...but it turns out, he wasn't born that way. "And you, Princess Saeryenann..." He turned himself to the cybunny. "You need to learn compassion just as much as I do." (EDIT: Heh, sorry! Guess I got used to typing 'Saeryena' XD)
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Post by Deleted on May 28, 2011 15:54:46 GMT -5
(I don't mind, it's just a character. Also, it's Saeryennan, not Saeryena. And how does he know Anthy's name?)
Saeryennan took a look at the Eyrie.
"I do know compassion," she said in a mildly sharp tone. "I found it when I had my visions of Xandra. I've always wanted to protect my family and Altador, and I'm just so mad that she's making the same mistakes I did..."
Xandra didn't answer. No one seemed to know what it was like to be taken from your family forcibly and horribly mistreated until a revolution took place and a kind Faerie happened to find you. And if that wasn't enough, the perpetrator had to have enough power to enter her dreams and make sure she woke up possessed.
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Post by Deleted on May 28, 2011 16:19:46 GMT -5
(That's fine, Dju. ^^)
A teal-finned, goldenrod-skinned Ixi tiptoed through the halls of the Altadorian palace. Both of her arms supported a pile of crisp, clean, folded clothing, and she shot a glance behind her to see if the recent clatter of footsteps was coming her way. She had heard yelling--probably near the library--ranging from infuriated to anguished. Her instincts urged her to care, but she was desperate to avoid getting entangled in others' problems when she already had her own to deal with. So she exerted a ton of energy to keep from caring. What mattered most now was that she deliver Princess Saeryennan's clothes. And do a whole slew of other chores, too...
"WhEn WiLl YoUr HoUrS bE oVeR, jEm?" Anthy's voice, badly distorted, echoed in the corner of her head. Jem made a face, crinkling her nose as if a disgusting scent had engulfed her.
"Your telepathy is terrible and creepy," She mentally replied. There was an incomprehensible noise--a little like a mix between a cough and a crackling fire--and then it faded. Good, Jem thought with a wince as she arrived at Saeryennan's room. She knocked once, then twice, and nudged the door open to drop off the clothing.
It was weird, though. Through all the strange noise, she could still hear a touch of exhaustion and sadness in Anthy. Usually she was more stoic than this.
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Post by Dju on May 28, 2011 21:28:42 GMT -5
(( They have mentioned several times in front of him that her name was Anthy! )) "That's not the kind of compassion I'm talking about, Princess." Victor continued, staring fiercely at the cybunny. "You protect those who you love no matter what, even when they're not right. You must put your feelings aside and put the truth in first place." He sighed and turned himself back to Xandra. "I'll repeat what I told you before." He said a bit more kindly this time. "I know it has been a tough time for you, but please...stop living in the past and go on with your life, or else you'll be forever a slave. Katriana is still in charge."
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Post by Deleted on May 28, 2011 22:13:13 GMT -5
Saeryennan sighed too. Perhaps she shouldn't be so angry at the Red Xweetok. After all, she'd reacted exactly the same way when Xandra first arrived at the palace. She took a walk back to her room, where Calissa must be; Incidentally, the Snowbunny was affectionately rubbing her pink head against Jem's arm as she put clothes down on the princess's bed.
"I...guess..."
Xandra didn't finish her sentence. The Eyrie was right...but how was she expected to get over it when everyone still hated her and no one would believe her?
"I'm sorry," she said, breaking Hunter's embrace and turning to the Eyrie. "What is your name?"
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Post by Fang of the Dead on May 29, 2011 15:29:36 GMT -5
"I'm going to go talk to Miss Anthy." Hunter got up and strode outside the palace. As Lupes have strong senses of smell, he was able to follow the scent of an enchanted flame. "Miss Anthy? I'd like to have a word with you." Hunter's voice was back to its usual calm, peaceful tone. He knew he would have to keep calm if he wanted to get the message across.
Meanwhile, a pair of burning red eyes scanned the land of Altador from atop the closest mountain. A tall, cloaked figure looked down upon the bountiful land below him. "Once. Once this land belonged to me. But the Faeries, they stole it from me, and I was driven to the mountains." He scowled, baring his teeth. "And then, they imprisoned that blasted Fire Faerie here. And a few hundred years after THAT, the disgraced Shenkuuvian general Attil led the Dragon's Teeth into becoming an empire... But now, now that the Dragon's Teeth were taken care of by Attils daughter, the Shenkuuvian princess Miraja... This land will belong to me once more."
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Post by Deleted on May 29, 2011 16:29:42 GMT -5
"Yes?" Anthy looked over her shoulder at the approaching Lupe. She dedicated some scattered attention to him, still eying the fire cradled in her paws. "Is there something you need?"
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Post by Fang of the Dead on May 30, 2011 12:01:08 GMT -5
"I want to talk." Hunter sat down next to Anthy. "Xandra... I can't say I like what she did. It wasn't justified, either. But I've forgiven her because, in the end, she regrets what she did. Not only that, but she recently saved Altador from Katriana." Hunter opened his crane bag and took out some scones to give to Anthy. "Here. I wasn't hungry, anyway."
(the crane bag is an enchanted pouch from Celtic legend that can carry objects larger than itself; it's bigger on the inside!)
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Post by Deleted on May 30, 2011 19:11:51 GMT -5
(Ooh, neat! =D)
Scones? Anthy looked at the Lupe curiously, then at the pastry. She gingerly picked it from his paw, broke off a piece, and popped it into her mouth. After swallowing it, she glanced over her shoulder at the Altadorian landscape.
"Well, it helps to know she genuinely has a sense of remorse," clipped the red Xweetok. "I should not have treated her that way, but--" She pitched her voice a little higher, feeling tensions rising within her. "--what she said. Condemning the faeries, talking about them as if they're smug little pixies perched on clouds making soup all day long--how could she? That just...it disgusts me. How anyone could talk about them as if they are all the same, as if it's that simple, then go on to complain that everyone else is looking at it too simplistically..." She slapped a paw to her temple. "I'm sorry. I'm going on and on. But I don't see how feelings like that can just fade over time, even with regret in the mix. It's too convenient."
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Post by Dju on May 30, 2011 19:20:27 GMT -5
"Victor." The eyrie answered, he was glad the xweetok stopped crying and that things were at last coming back to order.
(Huzzah, super mega long post! XD)
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Post by Deleted on May 30, 2011 19:45:44 GMT -5
"H-hello," Xandra said, still trembling a bit. "You know who I am..."
She sighed.
"No one seems to know about this...that's why I've confined myself to the palace. It's the only place I feel safe and loved." A tiny tear emerged. She quickly wiped it away.
"I wish I could see Caylin...I need a guiding hand right now and Mother's still in Brightvale. She's coming here, but..."
Caylin was off on her search for the lost Queen Miarra. Xandra didn't know when she would get back.
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