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1  The Dojo / The Graveyard / Re: The Creeping Curse of Corellia on: October 21, 2010, 04:39:19 pm
Rozaline grins as she looks at the girl's muddy boots.

"I'm not the only one who has to remember to clean up around here."

Scratching my nose I give her a wink as I lean back and adjust myself in my seat. I turn to notice the old man giving me a look as he turns back to the pot, and I sigh and shrug my shoulders.

"At least I rembered to wash my hands and face, and I even dusted myself off before returning to the table. Besides... It's not like anyone remembers to cleaning up when its my turn to serve a meal. Which reminds me tomarrow is my turn and I'm making something that will leave you all wanting seconds."

Rozaline still has yet to notice the flowers and leaves in her hair, but they are always gone by morning... usually by morning. She has started to notices the dirt that she collects through the day more often now. Maybe the tomboy in her is finally ready to become a lady... or maybe she's grown tired of being scolded, but its hard to tell since she acts a little odd lately.
2  The Dojo / The Graveyard / Re: The Creeping Curse of Corellia on: October 15, 2010, 07:47:19 pm
I had already seated myself before the others arrived. Pulling my pack from my back and place it in my lap as Haitel turns towards to stare at Chrome, but I then return my attention to my pack. Slipping my hands inside the pack I grin and pull my hands out and place a bag upon the table in front of me. The scent of freshly caught fish catches my attention as I look up to see Mystallia presenting a fish to Haitel. Grumbling a bit I return the bag to my pack and place the pack at my feet.

"Now that the stare off is finished may we settle down for dinner."

The old man casts a glance at me as I look over to see him looking at me. Scratching my nose I realize that that there's a bit of dirt on my face.

"Alright... *sigh* I'll go clean up."

I rise from me chair and grab my pack before heading up to my room. Setting my pack beside my bed I dust myself off and go to the washstand to wash my hands and face. After drying my face and hands I proceed back downstairs to recailm my seat. I notice the old man look at me and shake his head with a grin, but I have no clue as to why. I've washed my hands and face, and even dusted off my clothes. Streching my arms I reseat myself and make myself comfortable in my chair. My stomach grumbles again.  I really should quit skipping out on breakfast.
3  The Dojo / The Graveyard / Re: The Creeping Curse of Corellia on: October 13, 2010, 11:50:37 pm
About halfway down the tree I hear Merydith's voice call up from the ground bellow and I pause for a moment. A grin spreads across my lips as I hear her voice though I do not relpy. As she calls up again I sigh realizing that I am hungrier than I thought as my stomach growls again.

"If you play with it too much you might wear it out before its time," I call down to her as she walks away.

Dropping to the ground after climbing down a few more branches I take a moment to strech my arms and legs really good. A yawn escapes my mouth as I finish stretching and I race towards the house taking a shortcut along the way. My mind now eclisped by my hunger I barely notice the leaves in my hair as I race towards the house.
4  The Dojo / The Graveyard / Re: The Creeping Curse of Corellia on: October 13, 2010, 07:12:44 pm
The scent of food fills my nose as I sit in my perch up in the trees outside the house. Though hunger is far from my mind at this moment. Listening to the others below as I scratch my nose, I wonder about it again. That... that dream... I had that dream again. I haven't said a word about to Haitel since the last time. The old man worries and frets over things unseen.

"Stupid dreams... full of nonsense and make-believe. But..."

But this dream did not feel like a dream, and the voices sounds to real to be a figment of my wandering imagination. I am not a child anymore and there are far more important things to concern myself with. Stroking the fur of the squirel that had come out of hiding to rest in my lap, I pull an acorn from my pocket and feed it to the little fellow.

"Here you go little one. I know its not much, but you can have it."

As the squirel scamppers further up the tree with his treat my stomach growls, and my mind returns to the meal that Haitel is brewing inside the house. I think I'll slip back inside while the food is still hot. Sure he might say something for being late, but at least the food will still be warm. Streching my arms I let out a sigh and make my way down the tree.



(Edit: No character sheets in the actual RPs, please. Thanks! ~Kadri)
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