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| Nightgazer | Sun Jul 8, 2007 12:32 am Post #1 |
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The salty air was so strong that Meera was able to taste it on her tongue as she simply breathed. Luckily, she was not one to be at all bothered by this. If she was though, for what reason would she have simply meandered to the docks? An easy grin settled on her face, Meera dodged by the hustling sailors as they constantly loaded crates onto boats getting ready to leave port, and hastily threw down things that needed to be unloaded. Meera made sure she was careful though. The speed at which they were moving was a cause for much concern for one's safety. The sailors knew what they were doing, but that alone isn't enough if someone isn't watching and steps beneath a falling package. Keeping her golden emerald eyes up above her, Meera watched herself, but also admired the large ships that were docked today. These giant floating beauties weren't always here, but today was the busiest shipping day of the year. Meera had decided to take advantage of it and wander down. The goddess of water was much intrigued by the men who dealt with the liquid on such a daily basis. Were they like her at all? Did they have as much wonder and fascination with it as she? Though these questions were implanted in her mind, Meera would never go up to a sailor and simply ask him. They looked much too busy, and besides that would be quite random. Most of them probably didn't even know her title. That wasn't a problem of course, because that's what Meera was going for. She had her hood up and her long amber waves of hair tucked in. Right now, Meera wasn't eager for the people coming up to her and asking of godly things. She wanted to live like a normal person again. She wanted to talk about normal things. Right now, Meera was sick of being regarded as the know-all. Sometimes, she even felt she was insufficient. Those thoughts were quickly stifled. Meera had pride within herself to know that she wouldn't have been given the post if she wasn't good enough. With the swift breeze gathering up over the ocean and sweeping across the land, Meera had to constantly reach up and grip the edges of her hood to prevent it from falling back. She occaisionally also had to sweep a lock of her hair back beneath. It was almost as if she was trying to be discovered. Meera wasn't panicking though. That didn't last long. In the split second that Meera's eyes left the skies to look out at an open expanse of water, a crate came falling down above her. It was only so lucky that the sailor was able to cry out "Oi!" before the large box slipped from his grasp. Meera knew she didn't have time to look up, or else her face would be crushed in too, so instead, she crouched her body down quickly and stuck her arms out in front of her spitting out the words to cast telekinesis. Though she had cast the spell, Meera still wasn't sure whether her reflexes had acted quickly enough so her eyes closed quickly. Only after a few moments that Meera did not feel anything hit her, was she ready to open her eyes once more. She opened them to a large panel of wood right in her face. Too close for comfort. Meera let out a breath that she hadn't known she was holding, then stepped out of the way and eased the box down beside her. Unbeknownst to Meera, in her haste to save her own life, the hood from her cloak had fallen down. That fact only registered in her mind when she habitually reached her hand up to run through her hair. Meera paused in the middle of the motion and blinked. Oh man. Had anyone caught that. She turned slowly on her heel and glanced around her. Biting her own lip, an internal battle ensued. What did it matter anyways if someone recognized her? Breathing a frustrated breath out, Meera caused her hair to flutter. Whatever. A bit more pride in her step, Meera walked over to sit on a barrel that sat devoid of any sailors on the dock. She crossed her long legs and unlatched the cloak from around her neck. Since she wasn't using it anymore, might as well put it away. She took it off to reveal a tunic covered by a buckskin lace up corset. Meera might want to draw attention off of being a goddess, but she sure wasn't going to dress like a man. Tossing her hair, she took one more moment to fix it up, then stood once more. She bit her lip again as if hesitating for the last time, but she was on her way. This time, a few sailors eyed her. Meera returned their mildly interested gaze with a steely one of her own. She knew they had been away for a long time, but there was no way that she was going to entertain them. Despite how strong Meera felt about that, she really didn't want to be rude...which brought her some trouble when a sailor was able to gather the guts to talk to her. A burly man grabbed her arm and whiped some snot on his sleeve with his other hand. Disgusting, Meera thought, and the grimmace on her face showed it. The sailor grinned at her and eyed her greedily while saying, "I can see yeh like yehr men with a bit 'o muscle on them. I cahn help yeh with that." He gave her a stupid wink, then much to Meera's dismay continued, "Will yeh be goin with me ter get a drink?" Meera fumbled for an answer "ahhh..well" she was well aware of the tight grip on her arm and knew that she wasn't getting out of it unless she physically hurt him, or he let go. "ah..." she continued, "you see...um..." |
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| Gregory Faust | Sun Jul 8, 2007 1:30 am Post #2 |
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Gregory had decided earlier on in the day that the streets were far too busy to casually walk through, and he was in no mood to put much effort into the day. Only the day earlier he had flown from the city of Cascadia to this main city in the promise of greater celebrations, and he had never thought that he would have to sacrifice relaxation for celebratory enjoyment. His head ached with the constant noise of the city, and his thoughts quickly returned to the pleasant Cascadia. But alas, even in such a busy city he was capable of finding a release. The docks were much quieter than the city, despite the fact that this was their busiest time of the year. Gregory's nose tingled with the smell of salt and goods coming off the water. From his vantage point in the crows-nest of a large docked ship he could look out at the endless water and recall times in the temple of the goddess of water. He grinned and imagined that she probably spent quite an amount of time near the ocean when she could and he played with the idea that she could even now be looking out onto the same waters as he. A tingle ran through his spine, and he dismissed it as simply the thought of a god being nearby. He found himself sitting up and looking out at the water for more than an hour before he turned and looked onto the dock. A new person had made an appearance, from the looks of it, it was a woman and she was trying quite hard to hide her identity. He shrugged it off, but wasn't about to stop watching. He watched as a large man almost dropped a box on her, and before he could process it and decide to do something, he found the box hovering over her head. He laughed lightly at this. You just never knew who could use magic in this day and age. He didn't stop laughing until closer inspection. Her hair was long and amber in color, and for some reason he couldn't shake the thought that he recognized her. As he peer at her from his high-vantage point, he witnessed her struggle with something for only a moment before walking briskly to a barrel and taking a seat. Apparently she decided that she didn't want to hide her identity anymore, and this seemed curious, but of no business to Gregory. He watched and shrugged as she adjusted her hair and stood to walk. He almost got the impression that she wanted to be noticed, but her cold eyes betrayed any outer secret. Unfortunately, such a saunter was bound to get her in trouble somewhere like this. He narrowed his eyes as a burly man grabbed the frail-looking girl by the arm and jerked her to his attention. He watched the man enforce an idea on her, and he had his fill when she tried to stumble her way out of it to no avail. She seemed as if she was far too embarrassed to say no, and this man probably wouldn't have taken no for an answer. Standing up and adjusting his pants, which he had twisted around when he twisted to watch the girl, he whipped open his wings to catch an ocean breeze, and allowed it to take him down at a glide. He circled where he was about to land twice, landing smoothly onto the heels of his feet and walking forward as though he had been doing it the whole time. He stopped just behind the man and paused for a moment. "Perhaps you should go find yourself a more willing wom-" His mouth froze and his gaze locked on the girl’s eyes. He recognized her well enough now, and his cold impassionate eyes followed to the sailor. "Do... Do you know who this is?" His rage boiled forth from his lips and his holy aura burned like the sun. His hand closed on the man's stained and ragged vest, and with one solid heave he pushed the man with all the force he could muster through rage. He quickly reached into the small and gaudy purple back at his side, and drew forth his newest spear. The weapon itself was a gift from the gods and it had been delivered by none other than a pegasi. The Unicorn Spear, as they had called it. He preferred to call it "Eviendressil", Angel's Spear. The fact alone that he removed such a large, golden and white spear from a little sack at his side stunned many and frightened the muscle-headed barbarian before him, sending the man sprawling on his stomach and clawing to get away, thinking that the blade of the spear would be whetted with his blood. "You all stand before a god! You should be ashamed!" He brandished his weapon in a half-circle, aiming the tip at each sailor that had decided to see what was happening. His cold eyes dug into each and enforced his words. |
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| Nightgazer | Wed Jul 11, 2007 2:44 pm Post #3 |
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Meera's extra sensitive hearing hadn't been able to help her before, but now as she heard the whoosh of wings overhead, she was fully aware of the fact that the sailor holding her had not heard their approach. Determined not to do anything to change that, Meera did not look up. Instead, she tried to find a way that she may be able to use this to her advantage. Her mind rushing around, she wasn't able to focus on what the man was saying to her and, in fact, it looked like she had turned to ignoring him. Her mind was rudely brought back to the matter at hand when she felt the man working his grip up her arm. Oh no no no, she throught. This had gone too far. Before she could do anything about that though, she saw the man approaching. For a moment, she was hopeful that he could be her way out. That all changed very quickly when their eyes connected. Meera groaned inwardly. She recognized this man. His name escaped her for the moment, but she definitely remembered when he had come to her temple and was going to fight that other man. She remembered that he had been incredibly tenacious and devoted to the cause. Too devoted for his own good. Though Meera worried about what he would say, he had come to help her out so she figured that she would give him a chance. The track that he had started upon seemed fine, but the moment after their eyes connected, everything changed. Oh man...he recognized her. The first thing Meera did after he had made the man release his grip on her was to bring her hands to her face. Oh goodness. Running her fingers through her hair, Meera stepped forwards before he did anthing worse. Just then though, he did. She was too late. He had just told all of them that she was a god and began to threaten them with his spear. Gritting her teeth, Meera reacted quickly. She used her telekinesis to quickly cast the spear down, then took the few extra steps she had to take to get to him. Slipping her arm around his waist, Meera laughed easily. She looked around to the scrambling sailors and said, "A god? Honey, don't flatter me. I'm only that way in your eyes." She tossed a quick glance in his direction with a stone cold look that tried as hard as she could to tell him to shut his mouth, then looked back at the group of sailors. Just as she was about to say something to them, she realized that she did have a way to make him stay quiet. Guesturing quickly in his direction, she whispered the words to the spell Drown. She had no actual intentions of drowning him. She knew he was to smart for that. At least it would keep him occuppied for a few moments. Meera then spoke to the sailors once more. She said with a forced smile, "I'm sorry for interrupting your work. He sometimes gets ahead of himself." With that, Meera gave his waist a gentle squeeze and tugged him forwards. They were leaving. Meera didn't know how far they would have to go to get away from the sailors, but she did know that he would stay with her until they were. They needed to have a chat. Only when Meera knew that they were out of hearing distance did she growl under her breath, "I thank you for coming..but what in the world did that turn into?" Her eyes scanned his face looking for any sign. When she was met with nothing, the realization hit her like a brick. Great. He believed that he had done the right thing. Shaking her head, Meera noted that they were just about to leave the docks and head back into the town of Taras. Meera did not want to talk to him out there and the docks obviously weren't the best. Knowing exactly where to go, Meera let go of his waist and gripped his wrist. She gave it a pull and nodded towards the edge of the dock. Meera knew he wouldn't have the faintest idea of what she wanted, so she took the lead. She strode quickly to the end of the boards, then easily jumped off. It wasn't into the water as one might have suspected, but in fact into the sand. Meera walked beneath the docks and took a seat. The sand was just as, maybe even more, comfortable than a chair. They could sit here. Now they'd just have to see how the man handled what Meera was going to say. ((ehhh sorry if it's bad. I don't really like it for some reason)) |
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| Gregory Faust | Sun Jul 15, 2007 4:23 am Post #4 |
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((OOC: T'is not bad at all! I had a wee speck 'o trouble deciding whether you were drowning Gregory or the sailor, but I was quick to cue in. Still a little brain-dead from the early mornings and all that fishing. PS: My post will probably be waaaayyy worse ))Gregory’s eyebrows lifted for only a moment as some outside magical force tossed his spear from the ground. As his eyebrows lowered he prepared himself for a spell that would make for an easy escape, but the words were quickly thrown from his lips as he felt a slender arm wrap his waist. He had felt the grapple of an enemy in combat, and instinctively he knew this as being quite different. The goddess had pulled him into her and she was quick to diffuse any situation. Gregory's light blush was as much caused by embarrassment from his own knee-jerk mistake as from the feeling of such a woman so close to him, and he was quick to put on a nonchalant air. Water filled his mouth, and he immediately knew it as the goddess' spell. Trusting in her tactics he kept his mouth shut and only hoped that the air in his lungs would hold. His mind processed everything around him as he thought of his own situation. Kicking up his spear to his hand, he took it in his obsidian and wrapped his flesh hand around the goddess' waist. Smiling infatuatedly at the girl, he shot one last cold glance at the sailor as if to punch in the understanding of his wrath. As they walked away from the group his elated smile turned to a frown, and he quietly gargled the words to his dispel, following through the subtle hand-motions and taking in a refreshing breath. He decided that he would remain quiet even though his restraints no longer applied, and whether he was out of sight of the sailors or not, he kept his arm locked around her waist and kept close to her, not changing how close he stood when she shifted her grip to his wrist and his to her hand; not wishing to spoil the act, after all. He let his arm slide of as she jumped from the edge of the dock, landing lightly in the sand, and pausing a moment for her to move a bit, he opened his wings slightly and drifted to the sand himself. She apparently wished to talk with him, and he was quite willing to listen. She was, after all, a god. Taking up a seat beside her, he returned his spear to his small purple pouch and sat cross legged beside the girl. "I suppose I should have realized your wish for secrecy... I suppose I tend to get angry when brutish sailors handle any women, but a god!" His rage began to bubble up again, but he was quick to stifle it. "You wished to speak with me..?" |
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| Nightgazer | Thu Jul 19, 2007 2:54 pm Post #5 |
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Meera was glad that this man had at least gotten her message and was playing along. She took careful note that he had the ability to dispell her small casting, but didn't and instead waited until they were walking away. That show of respect for wishes made her happy, but there still was a matter to take care of. She knew that they would get along, but it would be hard and possibly dangerous if he couldn't control his emotions. As Meera turned her head to watch him float down gently using his wings, she was reminded of her own grafted to her back. It had been a long while since she had used them. Making a mental note to go flying soon, Meera turned her attentions to the man who was sitting down beside her. Sighing lightly and quietly, Meera turned herself to face him. She said "I remember you. You were in my temple for a short while. Can't say you ever gave me your name though..." Giving him a small half smile, Meera stuck out her hand and said "I'm Meera." It was at times like this that she even forgot for a while that she was a goddess. It wasn't that the title was nothing to her, for it meant a great deal. The fact was more that Meera wanted to be respected as a person before she was respected just because she rose to the height of a deity. Though Meera knew she really had to speak to Gregory about thinking more, she wasn't all serious. That seemed like all she had been to him though. Golden emerald eyes sparkling in anticipation, Meera tried to make the subject as light as possible. Crossing her legs, Meera made herself comfortable. She then gently placed a hand on the man's shoulder. "I understand that you're a good man. You seem like you always want to do the right thing, but you don't always listen to your head," Meera tapped her temple for emphasis. She looked at him quietly for a moment and said, "If you want to be of any help in this world, you need to learn to control your emotions. Don't let them overrule your rational thinking. So far, you've gotten lucky. Luck and guts can only get you so far. Right now, you're quite possibly a danger. Not only to yourself..." Meera knew that her words would only do so much. She would have to let him figure it out on his own. The best she could do that hope he was safe when he came to realize it. Sometimes people found out the hard way. Shaking her head, Meera looked back up at him and grinned. She asked "How about, just for right now, I'm not a goddess? Let's go out and have some fun, shall we?" Meera jumped up to stand once more. Her smile faltered for a second as she said, "And please. I can handle myself. Just trust me. I'll be okay." Her eyes narrowed as she looked at him, wondering if she could really trust this man to not overreact. The poor truth was that she couldn't. There was no way she could trust him just yet. They would have to wait and see. Reaching her hand down to help him up, Meera's brows raised and said "Shall we fly?" Spreading her wings out, she demonstrated that she did, in fact, remember how to use them. |
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| Gregory Faust | Thu Jul 19, 2007 3:42 pm Post #6 |
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Gregory reflected on his meeting with the goddess at the temple. He was ashamed about that meeting, caught fighting on the deck of her very temple. He had admitted to her then that his emotion could often get the best of him, and in that time they indeed could. His mind wandered as he looked for what had changed him from that to what he is, and he found the memory of his father's death before his eyes to be the largest point. His emotions soon dulled and had much less say than they had to. Looking back on his older, happier self he smiled. He felt cold and alone, and no matter how many he had with him he would always feel cold and alone. "My name is Gregory Faust," He looked out onto the water, thinking on what he had just come across in his mind. His smile faltered slightly, but he kept it alive if only to hide his thoughts. "Greetings, Meera." The answer came slowly, and he still found himself in thought. He returned to his conscious to hear the girl scolding him for his emotion. Preaching. They always preached to him of his emotions! Who were they to have any say! They didn't give a sh*t about him, or about his well being! Why should they when to other people he is so obviously a useless piece of trash! His eyes widened at his own thoughts run rampant. What was coming over him. He looked over to see Meera offer him a hand, and he gladly took it, standing up on his own and letting go of the hand he had used. "Fly?" Gregory's wings tensed as he trifled with the idea, "Um, no, I think not. I think I need a drink. Shall we walk instead?" His eyes met her own for a moment as his thoughts turned yet again to this new-found self-loathe the he hated so dearly. " and I do not want your lectures. I acted how I wished and I am still alive. I have consciously decided every decision I have made and I am still alive and growing. I am no damned moron. I have made it this far and gained what I have gained by my own means, and I'll be damned if I need, or want, anyone to help Me." He was fed up. Constantly it was criticism, always preaching and preaching about how he could be better and smarter. Finally it was starting to piss him off. He did so like the god's company, and he would admit as any others that he enjoyed the company of the girl, but at this moment he would have very much liked to have been alone. The thought came to him in a flash. A body with wings falling, wings closed and eyes shut, the body flitted just above the ground and the thought winked out. He refused to acknowledge who the person was, his mind refused. "Perhaps we can go have a drink as something other than master and student. For I do not wish any lessons from god or otherwise." |
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| Nightgazer | Mon Jul 30, 2007 2:00 pm Post #7 |
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At first, the man seemed pleasant enough about what Meera had said. That all quickly changed. His own irritation fed Meera's rising feeling of frustration with him. Growls of thought flew through her mind of all the things she would like to say to him right then and there. Unlike Gregory though, Meera had the self control to bite her tongue and note that this was obviously a sensitive subject and now was not the time. There was no avoiding the fact that this was something that needed to be talked about though. It was going to be hard to get that through his shallow 'I'm doing fine. My way is the right way.' style of thinking. Meera had very little tolerance for that, but she was using every single ounce of it to stifle back some hot retorts. It just wasn't right. Eyes flashing, Meera sraightened up and simply continued to just look at Gregory. Her mind picked frantically for the words that she could say for now that would help him see that it was by her good grace that she was letting them drop the topic, but still remain polite. Unclenching her jaw, Meera finally said "Fine. We'll get a drink." He had no idea what he had just done. The ties were severed from any favor Meera might have done him. Apparantly, he didn't want or need her help. It should be no problem at all. No occaision should even arise. Meera turned around putting her back to him and breathed out a deep sigh. With it, much of the tense anger fled. Deep down, Meera did worry for him. He was being too thick right now though. There was no way for her to show him. He would have to learn the hard way. Pressing her eyes closed tightly, Meera willed away the blazing anger that still fueled beneath them. She erased all emotion from her features. Turning back to Gregory, Meera leaned her back on a column that held up the pier. Expressionless eyes looked him up and down as she motioned up above her and said "Lead the way." While she waited, Meera looked down to retie the strings of her corset. They had become loose. Biting her lip, Meera also thought as she tied. She knew it would be very impolite and sulky if she acted so cold for the rest of the time, but still Meera was irritated with him and she wanted to get that point across. Hmm... Tying the last bit, Meera glanced up her eyes once more bright. She would enjoy herself, just not so much with him. Pressing her hands down her waist and around her hips, Meera perfected the last bit of her outfit. Allright, they were good to go. Her eyes lingered on Gregory. Why was he like this? He was truly a good person. Did he have someone, a woman, for him? How did he live? Meera told herself that she would try and figure out the answers to these when they were getting a drink. That would be her goal. Because, of course, they needed something to talk about. |
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| Gregory Faust | Fri Aug 10, 2007 6:20 pm Post #8 |
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Gregory kept his eyes locked on her own as she struggled with a reply. Obviously what he had said had made her quite angry, and Gregory himself could hardly stifle a blush at his embarrassment at the way he acted, but he was in too deep to take it back now, and he would rather not talk about it as it was. He stood as she stood, and he crossed his arms in wait as she re-arranged her clothing. Gregory watched the entire process of her retying the bodice and patting it down at the base and he could not stop a smirk from crossing his face. "Unfortunately, I am quite un-aware of where I would have to go in order to find a drink. I have been in this city once, and the first time I was confronted by a god and drowned on a dock, so I'm a little bit at a loss." Gregory offered his arm to the god and worked at sweeping that bit of drama to the small dark space in his mind where those feelings went. A virtual tumour of self-loathe, hatred, sadness and pointless rage waiting to be relieved, "You shall lead the way, I shall hold you as if we were a couple and protect you from those that would have their way with you." He cracked a slight smile as he waited if she would comply. So far this had been a hectic meeting, but he fully intended on making sure it at least ended better. After all, how many people took goddesses out for a drink? Somewhere Gregory must have gone right to end up in this situation. He reflected on the dock scene and refused to acknowledge that as over-reacting. Then he reflected on the only other time he had shared with the god, when she had caught him on her own deck fighting a demon who wanted to stay the night. He had been young and new to his wings on this plane, and he had definitely over-reacted. He had now learned to pick his own fights, and the god would eventually have to see this on her own. |
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| Nightgazer | Tue Aug 21, 2007 4:15 pm Post #9 |
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Meera's eyes sparkled in slight amusement at Gregory's joke. She wasn't quite so ready to give him more than a small smile. Sure, he had never been in the town. That was all about to change. Needless to say, Meera had visited the docks here in Taras many times. This coast was beautiful and the people in Taras were normally kind and curteous. It was overall a nice place to be. Meera would see to the fact that Gregory recognized the good intentions of the area as a whole and would not judge the entire place based on the sole actions of a few lonely sailors. When he offered her his arm, Meera took her time. Her eyes drifted slowly from his eyes down to the arm. For a few moments, the goddess simply eyed it in thought. Then, with a playful flick of her head, Meera gently threaded her arm through, clasping the crook of his elbow and said, "Shall we go?" Without a second thought she began walking. As she strode, her eyes flickered from one place to another. The taverns were not until further along. Right now were mostly places where sailors could buy supplies that they needed on their boats. It was handy to have those shops close by. A sudden stroke of curiousity struck Meera's mind. She turned to Gregory quickly and asked "What brought you to Imythess? Were you born here?" Meera herself had simple stumbled upon this wonderful place. Lucky she did or else she would never be the person she was today. A small smile finally crossed her features as she remembered what had first brought her here. Meera had wanted to be an amazing archer. She still wasn't a bad shot, but her goals had since shifted. Especially since becoming a goddess. Finally, Meera spied her goal. The bar was called The Dragon's Lair. Okay, so it was a bit corny, the name didn't really matter though. Meera had never been here and so she figured it had the possibility of being interesting. She was definitely one for adventure. Meera gently nudged Gregory with her shoulder and pointed to the bar. She said "That one" and headed towards it. So far so good. He didn't know that she had never been here. Besides, would it really matter if he did anyways? He wouldn't care. As they approached the door, Meera gently withdrew her arm and reached for the handle, pulling it open easily. She stepped inside the bar and was immedietely reminded why she normally spent time in the woods. The stench of alcohol was very strong. Meera sighed, but smiled. It had been a long time. She could use a little something. Not even bothering to sweep the bar to see if there was anyone to watch for, Meera headed straight back to the counter. Only when a few hands reached out for her did Meera remember what she was suppoed to be doing with Gregory. Ahh well, it was too late for that right now. She was on her own. She could tolerate the few hands for now. She was almost at the bar. Just then, one finger hooked on the hip of her pants. Meera whirled on the man, eyes flashing and angrily grabbed his finger. She tightly gripped it and gritted her teeth while breathing to him "You're lucky I let you keep this." She then threw it away from her in disgust and tossed a glance back towards Gregory. It was almost apologetic, but then it was gone. Meera settled down into her seat at the bar. |
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I had a wee speck 'o trouble deciding whether you were drowning Gregory or the sailor, but I was quick to cue in. Still a little brain-dead from the early mornings and all that fishing. PS: My post will probably be waaaayyy worse
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