Jondera
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Part 1:
Szaiya: On the outskirts of Bent Creek, several hundred yards past the last of the hovels of the slave compound, a young woman stands, shrugging a reddish-brown cloak around her shoulders, gazing towards the northwest.
Szaiya: She carries a long spear slung across her back under the cloak, as well as a small bag that appears to be full of books and papers.
Vale: At the same time, a sturdy man with pale skin and blond hair struggles northeast through the compound, evidently trying to get past without lingering for more than a moment longer than he must.
Vale: As he passes the woman, he stops and looks at her again, a look of confusion clouding his features.
Vale: He steps slowly up behind her and stands, staring, a few feet off.
Szaiya turns around, a quizzical expression clouding her features as she looks at the man.
Szaiya: "Er, yes?"
Vale: Vale looks down at his feet, abashed at his rudeness, "Sorry. I, um. Do . . . I know you." This last bit is evidently not a question.
Szaiya: The curious expression turns to a slight frown, as Szaiya studies the man and thinks back. After a moment, she says "I don't believe we have met before, but I know what you mean... there is something familiar about you."
Vale: The man cautiously steps closer, "You're right, I am sure we have never met before. Yet I feel I know you, Lady-" He cuts off mid-sentence, embarrassed again, "Pardon, I got too caught up to introduce myself." He bows awkwardly, as if performing a highly unfamiliar rite, "I am called Vale of Tranquil Silver. And I am honored to meet you . . . again?"
Vale: As he straightens after his bow, his hair falls away from his forehead, revealing a dull silvery disk emblazoned on his brow.
Szaiya's eyes widen slightly in surprise at the sight of the caste mark. "You are exalted? Silver... not a chosen of the Sun." She closes her eyes for a moment.
Szaiya: "The memories are faint... a chosen of Luna?"
(To be continued when I can reconnect to the IRC channel)
Szaiya: On the outskirts of Bent Creek, several hundred yards past the last of the hovels of the slave compound, a young woman stands, shrugging a reddish-brown cloak around her shoulders, gazing towards the northwest.
Szaiya: She carries a long spear slung across her back under the cloak, as well as a small bag that appears to be full of books and papers.
Vale: At the same time, a sturdy man with pale skin and blond hair struggles northeast through the compound, evidently trying to get past without lingering for more than a moment longer than he must.
Vale: As he passes the woman, he stops and looks at her again, a look of confusion clouding his features.
Vale: He steps slowly up behind her and stands, staring, a few feet off.
Szaiya turns around, a quizzical expression clouding her features as she looks at the man.
Szaiya: "Er, yes?"
Vale: Vale looks down at his feet, abashed at his rudeness, "Sorry. I, um. Do . . . I know you." This last bit is evidently not a question.
Szaiya: The curious expression turns to a slight frown, as Szaiya studies the man and thinks back. After a moment, she says "I don't believe we have met before, but I know what you mean... there is something familiar about you."
Vale: The man cautiously steps closer, "You're right, I am sure we have never met before. Yet I feel I know you, Lady-" He cuts off mid-sentence, embarrassed again, "Pardon, I got too caught up to introduce myself." He bows awkwardly, as if performing a highly unfamiliar rite, "I am called Vale of Tranquil Silver. And I am honored to meet you . . . again?"
Vale: As he straightens after his bow, his hair falls away from his forehead, revealing a dull silvery disk emblazoned on his brow.
Szaiya's eyes widen slightly in surprise at the sight of the caste mark. "You are exalted? Silver... not a chosen of the Sun." She closes her eyes for a moment.
Szaiya: "The memories are faint... a chosen of Luna?"
(To be continued when I can reconnect to the IRC channel)