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No Good Days [P]; Merla, Corvo
Topic Started: Sat Sep 24, 2011 7:10 am (258 Views)
Aleith Carmena
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The young man held his hands close to his chest, haunching over to try and blow warm air into them. The northern cold was something he wasn't close to being accustomed to, his tiny frame barely supporting any warmth in the more heated areas of Imythess, let alone here. He'd have to remember to get some better gloves while he was in town, or at least a warm place to stay. He opened his pocket and looked in, a frown growing over his face. He maybe had enough for a dinner, but any room he could afford would likely involve a small tent in the snowy back yard of a woodsman who took pity on the lad.
He sighed and ran a hand over his face, rubbing his forehead as gently as he could. From the headache he was starting to feel, the food would be the better choice of the two, it seems. He sighed and approached the gates of the town. Striberg was what it was called, but he had a few less-popular and more-colorful nicknames he would attribute to it. It was beautiful, he would admit, but even with the enchantments to make the place bearable he still felt his teeth clattering together.
With a raspy sigh he moved to the Inn. Warmth was all he wanted right now, and his mind wouldn't muttle together any other thought until he gave it what it wanted.

He stepped into the Inn and felt an uncomfortable feeling on the back of his neck, his teeth grinding together as it happened. It was always tense when one walked into a tavern or bar and everyone turned to look at you. It made it a bit awkward on top when some of the looks were glistening with curiosities of whether or not the young man is an idiot, his clothing not exactly screaming winter attire. He huffed and pulled his trentch coat tighter as he walked towards the bar that ran across the far wall, sitting as close to the fire built nearby as he could. He began to feel something in his fingers again, helping him miss the creaking noise of the chair he was sitting on entirely.
He pulled his journal from his jacket, scribbling into it to get an order from the bartender, trying to rasp along with it to get his point across. A few people didn't understand when he did that, and often times he would get looks that made him think they thought he was an ass. Not that he didn't act like it now and again, he was still trying to avoid people wanting to collect gold from him because of a minor accident involving a magical spell, a building, and property damage that he continuously tried to push from his mind. Stupid birds...
As he ran his hand across his forehead again the leg of his chair collapsed, dropping him unceremoniously to the floor with a loud slam, the young man barely able to avoid bouncing his face off of the floor. Of course, trying to do that he rolled, slamming into another man's table.
He looked up at the man as he stood up, at least two meters of muscle staring down at Aleith with rage in his dark colored eyes. All he could do was swallow hard and pull himself to his knees, bowing his head. This really wasn't his day at all.
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Merla
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Icy cold wind wizzed past the woman as she flew. The air here was far colder than anything she was use to. The only thing that kept her limbs from freezing off were her feather which had trapped small pockets of warmer air benieth them. As she neared the city she landed. Once her feet hit the ground, her glossy black feathers disapeared and gave way to thin femanine arms. The feathers that had covered her head, thinned and transformed in raven black hair.

Now looking like a perfectly normal woman, Merla waslked into Striberg. But she was not a perfectly normal woman. She was a spirit tamer. She had the ability to obtain the powers of animal through forming a sort of bond with them. It was more of a pact really. She would d something that gained the creature's favor and they would loan their powers to her. If she did anything that was against that animal's nature while using their power she would loose it.

Currently the only creature she had this bond with was the raven. But the raven would always be with her, for he was her spirit brother. It was the Raven who had saved her life and blessed her with the gift of a spirit tamer.

Even though the inside of the city was much warmer than the outside, she still wanted to find an inn. It was not long until she found on. She entered just in time to see Aleith fall to the ground. Another man did not seemed to pleased about this and looked as if he were about to punch the smaller man. Before that could happen Merla quickly moved across the tavern floor and began to help Aleith to his feet.

She flashed a sweet smile to the raging man. "Please forgive my brother," she said in a voice that could be fitting for a bard. "He was injured in the head as a child and sometimes can't control his actions. Please excuse us, and enjoy another drink on me."

She handed him a small coin, before quickly leading Aleith to a vacant table. The other man, now smiling with the prospect of a free drink, just waved at her and sat back down.
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