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Rowan//Shang//Dameron
By: Zellaphone Date: November 3, 2018, 9:56 pm
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Rowan ignored most of Freya's protests. He expected them, but he
knew Freya needed help, but he also knew she would never admit
to needing help nor seek it. Therefore, it was his job as her
friend (and her secret admirer), to help her get some help. I
mean, he couldn't very well help her all himself. Knowing his
track record, he'd probably make the wound worse somehow.
Anyway, that's what nurses were for, even though they were
probably some of the most terrifying people he had ever met. No
one should have that many sharp and poky things. No one.
When Freya punched his shoulder, it felt about as soft as the
flapping of butterfly wings on a crisp, spring morning, which
was not normal for her. Normally when she would so casually
punch him, he would walk away with a bruise. Gods, he really
hoped that she wasn't actually dying. Why was she so resistant
about going to the infirmary if she was dying? Gods know that he
certainly wasn't resistant about going to the infirmary for his
horrific injury, but Freya needed to come first. He could
recognize that, at least.
"Freya, you don't need to worry so much. It'll be fine," Rowan
did his best at trying to comfort the struggling, stubborn
woman. "It'll probably only take them a second to fix you up,
and I'll be there the whole time. Plus, if it makes you feel
better, you can totally hit me all you want once it's all over,"
he offered, but knew deep down that he would probably cry if she
hit him too much. He was a sensitive guy, what could he say?
"Maybe they'll even give you a sweet roll if you behave well
enough. They do that to me sometimes."
Rowan rounded the corner and enter the infirmary, carrying Freya
over to the nearest bed. There only seemed to be two nurses on
duty today, but luckily, no one else was in sight, meaning Freya
could get all the care and attention she needed. "Um, excuse me
ladies, but my friend here is kinda bleeding and coughing... a
lot. Also, please ignore the very graphic burn on my neck, my
friend needs to come first," Rowan insisted, being a perfect
gentleman despite the excruciating pain he was in. The nurses
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Shang laughed for what felt like the first time in forever when
Emmett made a comment about him stealing Rowan's girl. He knew
it was a joke, which is partially why he laughed, but yeah,
there was no need for anyone to worry about him stealing
someone's girl. Really, you don't even have to worry about him
stealing anyone's man either.
"Again, really, I'm fine," Shang reiterated. He was touched by
Emmett's concern and kindness, but he had been through a lot
worse and was more than capable of taking care of his ankle and
his side. Just a little split and minimal movement for his ankle
and constant washing and changing his bandages for his side and
he should be as good as new. No big deal. Still, it was good to
know that someone really cared. He knew Freya cared somewhat as
well, but there was that lack of trust that seemed to have a
wall between them.
Shang listened as Emmett explained his love life, speaking of a
love he lost long ago, telling him that he now didn't have the
time for such a thing, nor the motivation, claiming to be
content of being alone. Shang knew that couldn't be true, but he
didn't press it. It wasn't his place to. If Emmett said he was
fine with being alone for now, or even the rest of his life,
then he'd just accept that, even if he thought that that
couldn't really be true for anyone. Not even he was content on
being alone, but he also wasn't willing to go out and seek
anything or even let anything seek him out. It just didn't feel
right yet. As much as he didn't want to be alone, he also wasn't
entirely sure if he was capable of accepting anyone romantically
into his life, but that was just his burden to bare for now.
Emmett then reflected Shang's question back at him, which was a
thing Shang strongly dislike, and was very much caught off guard
by it. Damn, why did he never except anyone to ask about him?
"Oh, that's a very boring, unimportant story," Shang lied,
faking a smile. There was no way in hell he was getting into
that with Emmett right now. Or ever, really. There was no need
for anyone to know about his past.
"So anyway," Shang began, wanting to immediately change the the
subject or leave now that he was quite uncomfortable. "I should
probably be going on my way to rest a bit," he concluded,
getting to his feet only for a sharp pain to emit from his right
ankle. "Fuck," he said quickly under his breath before faking
another smile, this one more strained. "Thanks for checking up
on me, Emmett. It was nice to formally meet you," Shang said
politely, casually gripping his thigh due to the pain. "I'll see
you around."[/center]
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Dameron sat down when Cass suggested it, bracing himself for the
strange wave of illness that was surely to overcome him once
Cass grew near. Really, he should be more worried about the
stitches themselves, but he was so used to them by now. Why
wasn't he used to Cass, though? She shouldn't make him so
nervous and bashful, so why did she? If he kept asking himself
questions, he was surely going to get a headache.
Once Cassia got close, it didn't take her long before she took a
few steps back. As soon as she did, Dameron found himself having
to stop his hand from reaching out and grabbing her's to stop
her. Why would he feel sick with her near but still want her
close? There he was asking questions again. At least now he
wouldn't have to worry so much about it, and for that, he was
grateful, he supposed, even if he did still find himself wanting
that closeness.
Dameron laughed when Cass commented on Rowan and his preference
of woman. It did appear that he liked scary women, didn't he?
But all of them knew that Freya wasn't actually all that scary.
She was just usually a bit more violent than everyone else,
which did usually turn out well on the battlefield, but Rowan
often ended up bruised after a playful punch or two. It was
strange that a man who also happened to be a dragon bruised like
a banana. Of course, if you brought it up to him, he'd deny it.
"You're probably right," Dameron agreed, chuckling. "He endures
too much to not like it, or her," he mused, wondering why the
two weren't already together. "They definitely make an
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Emmett, Freya, & Cassia: Post Five
By: winterssmary Date: November 4, 2018, 1:32 am
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"What's the battle plan, buddy?" Emmett needed to accompany
Rowan through the marketplace at the festival for a number of
reasons. No one trusted him with money -- for obvious reasons --
and he shouldn't be left unsupervised for more than a half hour
at a time. On top of that, Emmett just missed the little guy --
sidenote: Rowan is not actually a little guy, nor does Emmett
see him that way, but he is a child, in essence so it works --
since he hadn't seen him for several hours. Rowan had been
spending time in the infirmary with Freya. He was there mostly
to be supportive of his "not-girlfriend," but he also went to
get himself checked out. Initially. Since Rowan wasn't whining
at the moment, he decided to leave the topic alone. He'd most
likely forgotten.
Anyway, Emmett missed his friend. He spent a considerable amount
of time alone and truly cherished his time with his [s]kids[/s]
friends. Rowan was his best friend, so it only made sense that
he wanted to go on this "adventure" with him. Also, he needed to
keep him from getting lost. "Do you know where you're going or
what you're looking for?" he asked. The two were attending a
large festival at the palace and the marketplace would be
selling rare goods from all over the kingdom. Then there was a
ball later in the night that they needed to be ready for. "Also,
how was Freya when you left her?"
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Freya owned literally nothing. She was born with nothing. She
was sold into nothing. She was given nothing and she left her
home with nothing. In total she had two daggers, a spear, two
sets of leather armor, one set of night clothes, and one set of
boring, everyday palace clothes. Technically, they weren't even
palace clothes. They were what she wore when she fought in the
desert: a flowing tunic and pants. They were brown, only a
little darker than her own skin. There was no color in her
wardrobe and there was no value to her "belongings". At least,
that weren't her weapons. Which, in reality, weren't worth much.
She just made them work after years of practice.
She was tearing through her clothes, trying to find a way to
make something -- anything -- work with what she had. There was
a festival tonight and she wanted to make an appearance. Mostly,
it was because she wanted to look not gross in front of Rowan
after what he'd seen today. She also didn't want to come off as
weak to all the other knights and members of the palace. She was
feeling better -- dressing wounds properly and substances for
pain will do that to you -- but she had nothing. She had no way
to make this work. She didn't even have shoes aside from her
riding boots. This was never going to work. She was just going
to have to give up.
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Rowan//Shang
By: Zellaphone Date: November 4, 2018, 4:36 am
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Rowan was beyond excited, to tell you the truth. He had
completely forgotten earlier that day when he was flying in the
skies and burning people alive that there was a festival in the
capitol for the day. It also didn't help that he had had a lot
to worry about that day. His burn aside, he had to sit with
Freya for a good chunk of the day while she got fixed up and
rested a bit. Okay, well, he didn't have to wait with Freya, but
he wanted to. It had been obvious just how much she hated the
infirmary when they got inside, and part of him had felt bad for
basically forcing her to go there, but he also knew that it had
been for her own good. Shang probably should have went too, to
be honest, but it seemed like he had had at least a little bit
of nursing knowledge.
Rowan stopped himself from skipping down the isles of the
festival, eyes going everywhere to try and take everything in.
To make everything better, he had Emmett with him. He felt awful
that it seemed like, recently, they had only really spent time
together for training and battles. They were best friends, so it
was required that they hung out outside of work as well. It was
really all because every chance that he got he'd hang out with
Freya that had caused he and Emmett to not have as much time
together.
Emmett asked him what the battle plan was, asking where he was
going and what he wanted to do. Rowan had no idea, but all he
did know for sure is that he definitely wanted to pick Freya
something up. She had been so upset about the whole infirmary
thing that it only felt right to try and make it up to her
somehow. Plus, it would probably cheer her up after everything
to get something neat. Rowan never pointed it out or anything,
but he knew Freya didn't have much. That was just what she came
from, being from the desert, and she deserved the world, so
Rowan could totally find her something.
"Well, she wasn't bleeding anymore," Rowan said in response to
Emmett's question about how Freya was. "And I'm certain she
wanted to kick me, but hey," he said with a shrug. He couldn't
always win. In fact, he could never win, but maybe he could if
he got Freya the perfect thing. "I was actually thinking about
getting her something to cheer her up, but I don't know what
yet." Most women liked jewelry. This was normally the safest bet
with women, and Rowan knew she didn't own any jewelry, but he
also figured that Freya probably wasn't even that much of a
jewelry girl to begin with. It was too flashy, and Freya didn't
need anything flashy and shiny to stand out or "improve" her
looks.
"Maybe she'd like something li-" Rowan cut himself off when he
spotted the perfect stand. It seemed like a local blacksmith had
set up a tent, displaying some of his finest swords, shields,
chain mail, and, most importantly, his daggers. Now if there was
one thing Rowan knew that Freya liked, it was daggers. "Emmett,
this stand. We're going to this stand!" he insisted, grabbing
Emmett by the wrist and dragging him over the the blacksmith's
stand.
"Hello sir, how can I-"
"You got anything dark and scary that's a dagger? Something that
will strike fear into the hearts of men?" Rowan asked, now
cutting off the blacksmith.
"Um, well, I do have this lovey-"
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" Rowan interrupted again. "Do you have any pairs
that are especially intimidating?" he asked, practically
bouncing on the balls of his feet.
The blacksmith blinked, seeming pretty peeved. Rowan couldn't
help it, he was excited. "Well I do have a pair of ebony
daggers, sir," the blacksmith replied, turning around to fetch
said daggers, displaying them in front of Rowan. "But they are
quite pricey."
Rowan leaned forward, taking in the daggers. The daggers were
both made completely out of ebony, decorated with a simple, yet
beautiful silver design the resembled swirls. They were elegant,
yet fierce. "They're perfect!" Rowan concluded, eyes sparkling
in complete and total awe. "How much?"
"Roughly thirty shillings, sir."
That was when Rowan's face fell. So Rowan was never wealthy, per
se, but he did have money. It was just, he never usually carried
a lot of money around with him, and he definitely didn't have
enough for the daggers. Damn. Guess he'd have to resort to more
drastic measures. There was no way in hell he was letting these
daggers slip out of his grasp.
"How about ten shillings?" he tried to bargain. He knew it was
too much of a stretch, coming from a family of merchants, but it
was worth a shot.
"You've got to be kidding me."
"Fine," Rowan sighed, working one of his many rings off one of
his fingers, setting it down on the stand. "How much for this?"
It had to be enough. It had to be. The ring was a ring that had
been passed down from generation to generation through his
family. It was probably one of the oldest things still in
existence, not to mention it had a perfectly cut emerald in it.
"Sir, you could buy this whole stand for that ring," he said,
eyes wide as he observed his ring.
"Hmm... No thanks, just the daggers," said Rowan, proud of his
decision. He was a great haggler. His father had raised him
well.
"Deal!"
Rowan snatched up the daggers, covering them with the cloth they
had been presented with and tucking them into his belt while the
blacksmith pocketed his new ring. Yes, Rowan was a happy man who
was certain he had just made the best trade in history.[/center]
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Shang, admittedly, wasn't feel a whole lot better. Since that
morning, he was bathed and re-bandaged, and he has fashioned a
splint for his ankle that was holding up as well as could be
expected, but he was still quite sore. However, ever since he
had escaped to go lie down in his room, he couldn't stop
thinking about Freya. He just knew they needed to bond at least
somewhat in order for their battle dynamic to work. Plus, he
knew that she had gotten beaten up pretty badly as well, and he
just kinda wanted to make sure she was alright. Even if all she
did was throw a shoe at him or something. He didn't know Freya
all that well.
When he reached Freya's door, he knocked softly, knowing better
than to barge in on anyone, even if he had been allowed to in
the past. Once he had received the okay to come in by Freya, he
slowly opened the door, poking his head inside.
Right away, he noticed just how bare everything was. There was
no color, and nothing on the walls or floors. In fact, there
appeared to be nothing at all. Gods, did she own anything? In
fact, the room reminded him of...
Oh. Oh.
Shang had almost completely forgotten that Freya was from the
desert. He was pretty used to seeing people with darker skin
where he was from, so it never really clicked for him as quickly
as it probably did for others, but now he understood. Freya was
from the land of nothing. She was probably used to having
nothing, and that, that was something that Shang just couldn't
stand for. He never could. Everyone should have the things they
dream for. Especially those who deserve it.
Then Shang noticed Freya by the closet. Her empty closet. Oh no.
Oh no, no, no, no, no. He knew what was going on here, and it
wasn't happening.
"Okay," he began, "I was honestly here just to see how you were
doing, but there is no way in hell I'm letting you walk out of
here in any of those clothes," he decided. "No, no," he went on,
stepping fully into Freya's room and approaching her closet.
"No, these will never do. We are going out and getting you new
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Emmett, Freya, & Cassia: Post Six
By: winterssmary Date: November 6, 2018, 5:09 am
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Emmett nodded when Rowan, somewhat distracted, started talking
about Freya. It was good that she wasn't bleeding. She likely
didn't suffer from any major damage. On top of that, Freya was
strong. Knowing the woman, she'd be back to her old self in no
time. Which was a very, very good thing. After Evelyn's death,
the knights couldn't handle another tragedy. They needed people
who could bounce back after a rough day. They needed to not be
terrified every time a dear friend took to the battlefield with
the rest of them. "Glad to hear it," he said. He chuckled at
Rowan's comment about Freya wanting to kick him. Freya wasn't
incredibly violent, but she always reacted harshly to having her
independence and strength questioned. What Rowan did threatened
both of those things. "I'm sure she's secretly grateful for what
you did for her," he said with a shrug. "You just may have saved
her life."
So that was the reason that Rowan wanted to go shopping. Emmett
just thought he wanted to look at all the shiny things. Or food.
Or whatever else he's into. It all made sense though. His
admiration for Freya obviously went beyond just a schoolboy
crush. She genuinely and truly cared for her. He was just
really, really bad at expressing it. That seemed to be a common
theme among the dragons and the knights. They were all
emotionally illiterate, Emmett included. "That's kinda sweet,
actually," he said with a lopsided grin. "I wish I could help,
but I don't know enough about what Freya likes to help. But you
can never go wrong with candy, right?"
Wrong.
"Wait, wha-," but Rowan was too fast and already darting toward
a stand. It took a moment for Emmett to figure out which one he
was referring to, but once he spotted it, he felt like an idiot.
Of course they were going to weapons. Freya loved weapons.
"Careful, Rowan. Make sure you have enough to actually buy
something," he whispered. It didn't seem to matter though.
Rowan, the son of a merchant, was already trying his hardest to
haggle with the poor blacksmith. He managed to find a pair of
beautifully crafted, ebony daggers. They were rarity throughout
the kingdom and very, very expensive.
BUT, to Rowan's credit, they were exactly Freya's style. They
suited her, oddly enough. And, if Emmett remembered correctly,
she didn't own a single valuable object. All of her weapons were
poorly crafted, only slightly higher grade than the ones Emmett
played with as a child in the North. If Rowan could manage to
pull of the transaction, they would be a perfect gift for her.
That was when Emmett noticed that Rowan was working on of the
rings off of his fingers. "Rowan, think about what you're doing
for a minute here," he warned, but the dragon had already showed
it to the smith.
Emmett's jaw dropped when Rowan said he only wanted the daggers
for that super, super valuable ring. In fact, the ring went
beyond monetary value. It had sentimental value to his family --
he thought, but, really Emmett couldn't remember which one it
was that was a super important family heirloom. "What are you
doing?" he asked. But the deal had already been struck and Rowan
looked so very pleased with himself. "Your poor mother is going
to have a heart attack," he chuckled. He was shocked and
somewhat disappointed. At the same time, though, he couldn't
help but smile. Was it a stupid move? Absolutely. Did Rowan just
make the mistake of a lifetime? Sure. BUT, it was all because he
cared so much about a girl, that he couldn't see anything beyond
a reason to make her happy.
And that, alone, is more than enough of a reason for anyone to
love Rowan.
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Everything still hurt, but she was focused. And frustrated. It
had been a bad, bad day. She was frustrated with the limitation
of her own, stupid flesh prison. She was frustrated with her
good friend, Rowan, who forced her into a place of death against
her will; his intentions were good, but it still sucked. She was
frustrated with her pathetic lack of anything elegant enough to
wear to a festival at the palace. She was frustrated with her
lack of anything. Period. She hated having nothing. Hell, the
palace servants had more personal property than she did. And
more respect, in many circles.
She allowed entry to whomever just knocked at her door. She was
expecting someone like Rowan or Cassia, but, instead it was her
new partner. "Oh," she breathed, eyes immediately darting to her
lack of anything on the walls. And lack of furniture. And lack
of everything else. She suddenly felt humbled. Embarrassed,
even. She didn't need the new, rich guy to know just how little
she actually owned. "Hi Shang," she said, trying to fake her
confidence again. "How's the ank-," but she didn't even need to
finish her sentence before the man started talking again.
It was nice that he wanted to check on her, especially since she
was about to do the same -- even if just to distract from the
bareness of her room -- but she suddenly felt very defensive.
"What's wrong with my clothes?" she asked, but she knew she was
only asking out of her own, petty pride. She knew exactly what
Shang was talking about. "Don't answer that," she quickly added,
defeated. "They're poor people clothes and there aren't enough
of them. I have absolutely nothing to wear for the festival
tonight," she said, suddenly feeling like a self-conscious,
teenage girl again. "I stick out like a sore thumb as is," she
said. "Do you think you can help make me look at little less...
poor?"
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Rowan//Shang
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Rowan, of course, didn't hear Emmett's quiet warnings as he sold
his family's most precious heirloom, but it would have matter
anyways, really. Rowan was quite aware of what he was doing,
even if it didn't seem like it. He knew what he was giving up,
but if anything meant something to him, it was Freya. Emmett and
the rest meant something to him as well, of course, and so did
his family, but Freya was different. He knew he was in love.
Sure, he had never experienced it before, but he just knew. He'd
die for Freya, so giving up an old ring was really the least of
what he'd do for her.
"Yeah, probably," Rowan agreed when Emmett said his mother was
going to have a heart attack. "But she'll get over it. This was
worth it," he said, grinning to himself. "Besides, it was kind
of her fault to entrust me with such a thing, really." Which was
the truth. The fact that his family decided to give him
something valuable was a huge mistake. Surely, deep down, they
knew that too. They probably regretted their decision as soon as
they made it. After all, Rowan knew, even if they'd never say it
aloud, they regretted having him in general. It wasn't that big
of a deal, though. They still treated him well and loved him,
even though they always praised his brother's more and tried to
make Rowan be just like them.
"I wish Freya could be here," Rowan voiced aloud, absentmindedly
patting the daggers. "I think she'd like to get out every once
and awhile. Guess she needs rest more though," he went on,
talking more to himself than Emmett. Really, he was just
surprised to see that they were the only two who seemed to have
even been interested in attending the festival. Maybe some of
the other's would show up later.
Rowan sighed. Well, at least he had Emmett to hang out with. The
man was his best friend, after all. "You wanna get something to
eat?" he asked his friend, wanting to distract himself from his
lack of other friends. "I want a turkey leg. It's my new quest
to find the best turkey leg now," he decided, searching for the
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Shang blinked, turning slowly to look at Freya, eyebrow raised
when she asked what was wrong with her clothes. She was kidding,
right? No, no, Shang knew she wasn't. He got it. He knew that
this was all she had. He knew that coming from the desert meant
coming from nothing. He hadn't experienced it himself, but... he
knew. He had seen it from others. Coming from wealth
unfortunately meant coming from a place where it was okay to own
people. At least Shang knew, once he was a little older, that
that wasn't okay.
Freya explained why she own such few outfits, and Shang let her
finish even though he already knew. It was interesting, however,
to see Freya act like a love-struck teenage girl, but when she
asked for his help, Shang's face lit up so fast. "Honey, I was
born to help you with this issue," he assured her, going ahead
and closing her closet. "Of course, we can't use any of that,"
he said, gesturing to the now closed closet. "No, no, we're
going to have to buy you completely new clothes, which should be
no problem at all! Just leave it to me, and I'll have you
feeling like a princess," he smiled, taking Freya's hands in his
own, briefly.
"Now, how about we head into town, hm? I can do your hair once
we have something picked out. I am a master at braiding, and if
I can get my hand on some flowers? Girl, I can work wonders."
Shang chuckled, making his way to the door. Yes, today
definitely just went from good to great. He was going to have
the time of his life, and, hopefully, Freya would have some fun
as well. He completely didn't want to push her out of her
comfort zone. He was going to buy nothing but things she'd like
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By: winterssmary Date: November 8, 2018, 3:14 am
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Emmett wasn't sure if Rowan was choosing to ignore him or if he
just genuinely wasn't hearing his protests, but it didn't really
matter. To be completely fair, Rowan was an adult. Technically.
So Emmett couldn't have done anything about it anyway. His poor
mother though. That poor family. Emmett was sure that they loved
Rowan as much as he did, but nothing could have prepared them
for the man he grew up to be. So willing to sell a precious
family heirloom for a woman. Emmett shrugged off the thought. It
was fine. Everything was fine.
"I guess she'll have to," Emmett said with a chuckle. "Your dad
might be pissed though," he added. "But I guess it doesn't
really matter." Of course it mattered, but it wasn't anything
that Rowan didn't already know. Whether he really considered it
or not was still a mystery, but it'd be fine either way. Right?
"That's fair," he replied when Rowan said that it was his
parents' fault for trusting him with something to valuable. It
was absolutely true. If you care so much about a family
heirloom, why give it to your youngest son who regularly turns
into a giant dragon and burns things for a living? Why not lock
it up?
Emmett laughed at his absentminded comment about Freya. "I bet
you do," he said with a smirk. "Maybe she'll turn up later," he
said with a shrug. "She doesn't like to stay down long," he
added. "She's a fighter, that one," he commented, more trying to
fill the silence than anything. The festival did feel oddly
empty without the rest of the knights and the dragons there. For
the moment, it seemed like it was just Emmett and Rowan, two
best friends with nothing better to do on a Friday night.
"Absolutely. I'm starving," he answered. "Why specifically
turkey legs?"
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Did he just call her honey?
Oddly enough, Freya was willing to live with it. Sure, she hated
names like that, but it didn't feel insulting coming from Shang.
Maybe it should have. But oh well. She sighed when Shang made it
very, very clear that everything she owns is absolutely hideous
and disgusting. And a constant reminder that she wasn't meant to
live among the people in the capital. Her armor always made her
feel strong, but everything else she had made her feel
worthless. Helpless.
She cringed at the word princess. "Maybe not a princess," she
said casually. "Something about that feels like... like the
opposite of me," she said with a shrug. "Can we settle for, say,
not a desert slave?" she asked, kind of sarcastic. Her eyes
widened at the comment about hair braiding as the man took her
hands and they made way for the door. "My... my hair?" She
didn't realize that there was anything wrong with her hair. As
it turns out, there was a whole new world outside of being poor
where everything about you was wrong. Oh boy.
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"This stuff all feels so... strange," she said, running her
fingers over the fabric of a silver dress that Shang pointed out
to her. "How does anyone fight in these clothes?" she asked. Of
course, she knew that you weren't supposed to wear stuff like
this for battle, but still. She found it odd that women would
chose to wear something that confined them and provided no
protection. Back in her home, women were either warriors -- or,
like, four of them were -- or prostitutes, who wore absolutely
nothing. "I don't know what's ugly and what isn't and what's
trying too hard and what's too subtle," she whispered,
exasperated.
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Re: dragon tales
By: Zellaphone Date: November 8, 2018, 9:01 pm
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Rowan's smile finally faltered at the mention of his father. Now
that was a person he needed to worry about when it came to
giving away his ring. His mother was too tired dealing with so
many boys to really be able to care, but his father was one of
the best merchants in town. He definitely be peeved about the
ring. Oh well, he'd probably just go on some rant and then be
over it. One of his brother's might scold him as well, but that
would be the extent of it all, he was certain.
Rowan was back to smiling, however, when the subject of Freya
was at hand. Emmett was right though - Freya was a fighter. She
would totally be up tomorrow, without a doubt. It was still just
too bad that she couldn't join in the festival activities. There
was probably going to be fireworks tonight and everything. Maybe
she'd even let him hold her hand...
Nah.
"Because turkey legs are a classic festival food! What else
would you get? The little kebabs of fruit? Those are lame!"
Rowan tried to explain, observing the nearby turkey legs. "But
the best turkey leg depends on the seasoning, for sure."
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Thankfully, it didn't take Rowan long to find a really good
turkey leg. Sure, it wasn't perfect, but it was something.
However, before he could really even partake of such a glorious
leg of meat, he heard crying nearby. "Uh oh, that doesn't sound
too good," he said, looking in the direction of the cries.
Standing in the middle of one of the isles of stands stood a
little girl who looked no older than five. She had long brown
curls and pale skin with the cutest little dress. Immediately,
Rowan felt for her. There was nothing worse than a sad child, in
Rowan's opinion. He loved kids more than anything, and seeing
one cry was heartbreaking. He had to know what was wrong.
"Hi sweetheart," Rowan greeted the little girl, bending down to
be more her height. "What's the matter?"
The little girl sniffed, rubbing her eyes with one hand and her
nose with the other. "I- I can't find my parents," she managed
to say between tears.
Rowan frowned, but quickly gathered himself again, not wanting
to appear distressed in front of the crying girl. "Well don't
worry!" he said with the biggest grin he could muster. "Emmett
and I can help you find your parents! Right, buddy?" Rowan
turned to his friend, eyes filled with hope. They had to help
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Shang was absolutely giddy, if he could be such a thing, when
Freya stepped out in the beautiful silken dress he had picked
out for her. She looked stunning, not that she didn't always
look beautiful, but nice clothes did help a lot of the time. Not
that appearance was the end-all be-all. Men were quite pretty,
though. Freya asked how anyone fought in the clothes she was
trying, and Shang held back a shy. He had almost forgotten what
it was like to wardrobe from someone who was a slave/once was a
slave. It was fun, but also a bit heartbreaking and frustrating.
"You're not suppose to fight in them. That's the whole point,
they're dress clothes. These are only for special occasions. If
you want, though, we can fit you for some better fighting
clothes afterwards," he promised, circling Freya to see how the
dress hung on her. It fit quite well, but it definitely wasn't
what they should settle on. He wanted whatever they got to be
things that Freya immediately recognized as perfect for her.
This dress didn't scream Freya. "And honey, anything looks good
on you, it's just a matter of finding something that is you," he
told her, gently touching her should for a brief second as a
gesture of comfort. "Just don't stress about it too much. If you
see something you like, we can work from there. Does anything
catch your eye in here?" he asked, glancing around himself. If
he were to guess, he would think that possibly reds and golds
would work best for Freya. With her skin being darker, gold was
usually a safe choice. Ugh, perhaps a gold dress with jewelry
with rubies. That would be beautiful.[/center]
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Emmett, Freya, & Cassia: Post Eight
By: winterssmary Date: November 9, 2018, 5:57 pm
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Keeping Rowan's attention was already a feat in itself. The man
was basically a giant pre-schooler and could never stay focused
on one thing for too long. However, in this particular case, it
turned out to be a very, very good thing. Among all the noise
and chaos of the festival, it was easy for Emmett to lose touch
with all of his senses. Today was no exception. In fact, Emmett
was so accustomed to the creaming and giggling of the festival
and its patrons that he was completely oblivious to the cries of
a small child, cries that Rowan could pick out of the crowd
immediately.
Emmett liked children. He wasn't particularly great with them,
but he liked them well enough. He couldn't stand to see any of
them suffering. However, despite all of his feelings towards
kids, Rowan definitely had him beat. His way with children was
probably Rowan's greatest strength. You know, aside from being a
massive fire-breathing dragon, of course. But he had a knack for
working with the little ones and he loved pretty much all
children dearly. It was something else that Emmett found
endearing about his best friend. He found it much less endearing
when he turned around to watching his friend running off --
almost so fast that Emmett didn't catch up to him -- to find a
small, dark haired girl.
She lost her parents. Shame. Emmett followed Rowan's lead and
knelt down to the girl's level. "Of course we can help. What
your name, darling?" he asked. "Morena, she replied. "Well, I'm
Emmett and this is Rowan," he said, more awkward than Rowan.
Children made Emmett slightly uncomfortable sometimes. "Can you
tell us what your mommy and daddy look like?" The little girl
nodded, but didn't give much of a description of her parents
aside from the fact that her mother was wearing a yellow dress.
"Why don't Rowan and I walk around with you and see if you can
point them out?"
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"It just feels wrong to wear anything and assume that you aren't
going to get attacked," she said with a shrug. She liked to be
prepared, even when it was completely unwarranted. Of course, it
was always warranted in her mind. Shang couldn't possibly
understand that. No one really could. She had to keep reminding
herself that what she came from was completely irrelevant. She
was assimilating into a new culture. She learned the language
quick enough. Why weren't the little customs coming to her as
easy. She regained her focus. "I think my armor is just fine,
thank you," she said.
The dress felt weird on her. It was a little form-fitting, and
not in the way that she liked. Of course, Shang said it looked
fine. And, based on the sorts of things she'd seen Shang
wearing, he knew what he was talking about. She raised an
eyebrow when he said that anything looked good on her. She knew
it wasn't insulting and, in fact, she'd been hearing things like
that most of her life, but it still made her feel odd hearing
it. She winced slightly when he touched her, more from shock
than anything. "Thanks," she said quietly. She looked back down
at the silver on her body and shrugged. "Maybe it's the color
that makes it weird?"
She glanced up at where he was gesturing. It was a colorful
sight, much more pleasant than the blandness of her room. If she
knew one thing, it was that she wanted something with color. She
couldn't take neutrals anymore. "That red one might be nice,"
she said, pointing to one of the dresses.
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By: Zellaphone Date: November 9, 2018, 7:39 pm
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Rowan grinned when Emmett agreed to help the little girl. He
knew it wouldn't be an issue to convince him to help, but still,
he was just really, really glad that they could help out this
little girl. Morena, was apparently her name. How pretty. As for
her parents, well, all they had to go on was a yellow dress.
That... wasn't helpful, but it also wasn't unhelpful. It was
something, and that was all that mattered. They were knights!
They'd find Morena's parents in no time.
"Here," said Rowan, outstretching his arms, "how about you sit
on my shoulders so you can see better?" Morena nodded, letting
him gently take her into his arms so he could help her onto his
shoulders. She was still sniffling despite their offer to help,
and to Rowan, that just simply wouldn't do. "And how about a
sweet roll, darling?" Rowan asked, to which Morena nodded
enthusiastically, wiping away what was left of her tears.
So, with a sweet roll in hand, Rowan and Emmett began their
journey around the festival in search of Morena's parents. Of
course, they made a few stops along with way - Rowan wanting to
buy Morena nice things before Emmett would always stop him. What
a spoil-sport. But, eventually, Morena completely perked up,
pointing excitedly in a certain direction.
"That's them! That's my mommy and daddy!" she said happily,
clapping her hands together, sweet roll freshly eaten.
"Really? Where?" he asked, looking in the direction she was
pointing. Hm, okay, that was disappointing. Her dress was more
of a honey beige, if anything. "Oh, I see them." Rowan squatted
down, letting Morena slide off his back.
"Thank you, Rowan! Thank you, Emmett!" said Morena, hugging each
of them (really just hugging Emmett's leg) before rushing off to
her obviously distressed parents.
"Well Emmett," Rowan began, standing back up and placing his
hands on his hips with pride. "We did good today, my
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Shang nodded when Freya suggested that maybe it was the color
that was wrong with her dress. Good, good, she was learning. It
was nice when people weren't completely useless. He felt even
more pride, however, when Freya pointed out a particularly
beautiful red dress. Ugh, yes. It was like she was reading his
mind! If the red dress worked, which it would, then they could
pick out some stunning gold jewelry.
"Okay, you have to try that one on," Shang decided, grabbing the
dress and handing it to Freya. "It was like you were reading my
mind, darling. I know you'll like this one." There was no doubt
it wasn't going to work. Like he said, she could pull off
anything, but the dress was her. He'd never say it aloud to
Freya, but Rowan was going to love her outfit. In fact, he might
run away. Hopefully not, but he felt like it was a thing that
could happen. They two definitely had something going on, just
like Cassia and Dameron, and Shang was going to totally play
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Emmett, Freya, & Cassia: Post Nine
By: winterssmary Date: November 11, 2018, 2:15 am
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As the sun went down, the dance at the festival started and
Rowan insisted on being there as soon as possible. Emmett was
significantly less concerned, but he needed to tag along with
his friend before he got overexcited and burned a cabbage cart
or something. On top of that, Emmett was having a lot of fun
with Rowan and he wasn't quite ready to retire to his room for
the night. She had enjoyed helping Morena find her parents, even
though Rowan did all the fun stuff. He enjoyed watching Rowan
sacrifice a family heirloom for the woman he loved. He found it
amusing that he had to stop him from doing the exact same thing
and buying half of the festival for the crying child on his
shoulder. Yes, this festival was exactly what the pair needed to
remember why they were best friends.
And Rowan wanted to go to this dance. Emmett wasn't much of a
dancer, but it would be fun to watch Rowan try. Also, Rowan
would likely find a lute, which would be even more fun. Call him
what you will, but Rowan was a very talented musician. Well, I
guess you could call him a musician. To be completely honest,
Emmett wasn't entirely sure if he knew how to play anything
besides the lute, but it didn't matter. He was very good. That
was the point.
Rowan busted out the lute after being at the dance for a grand
total of ninety seconds -- good job Rowan -- which left Emmett
to sit down -- finally -- and listen and relax for a moment. For
a moment, Emmett wondered if they would be joined by any of
their comrades later in the night. He assumed that Freya would
ditch, but hoped that Dameron or Cassia -- or both -- would make
an appearance at some point, even if both of them were a little
bit more introverted. He also though about Shang, the pretty boy
from a rival kingdom. With the way that man dresses, Emmett had
no doubt in his mind that he loved to party. He just didn't know
if he'd be well enough to show up or not.
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"And you're absolutely sure that this isn't too much?" she asked
Shang for the third time that day. Freya was wearing the red
dress that Shang insisted was 'perfect' as well as some
complimentary gold jewelry. He'd also taken the time to braid
her hair. It was beautiful, but awfully extravagant, which was
not something she was accustomed to. Freya was used to a
ponytail or, if she was feeling extra special, maybe a single
braid in her hair. She was used to riding boots and beige. Now
she wore barefoot sandals and a crimson red gown. Hell, the
little man had even talked her into a corset for the evening. It
was comforting to know that, for once, she looked like she lived
in a palace. However, she still felt like a wolf in sheep's
clothing.
Would Rowan even recognize her if he saw her? She felt like she
had been transformed into something completely new. And while
this new thing wasn't necessarily bad, it was scary. Her old
clothes were safe. This was the opposite of safe. Danger
shouldn't worry her, especially when it's not actual, physical
danger, but this terrified her more than anything. She was, in a
sense, being horribly exposed for the second time that day. On
top of that, she was still physically weak from her injuries.
Overall, she didn't feel safe. She didn't know how to feel safe
like this. And, whether she wanted to admit it or not, she was
kind of depending on Shang to help her until she saw Rowan.
"Don't answer that," she said quickly. "Thank you for your help
today," she said quietly as the two of them walked toward the
festival dance.
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