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Post by Jashin on Feb 11, 2015 5:46:02 GMT
Raven woke up and smiled seeing Adir laying sound asleep beside her. It had been so long since either of them slept well, it was near midnight already. Quietly slipping from the bed, she donned her loose fitting breeches and a simple lace up shirt. Half lacing it, more for comfort than modesty, she padded silently on bare feet out the door and across the manor to the weapons room. She was awake, so she figured she would set the room to rights while Adir slowly awoke on his own.
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Post by Jashin on Feb 11, 2015 5:46:11 GMT
((ADIR))
Still held within the depths of slumber so late into the night, he finally awoke to find himself alone in the bed chamber. Scanning the room, he could not see Raven anywhere, and briefly began to consider the possibility he had hallucinated the entire reunion. Was he still dreaming? In reality, lying staked upon the floor amidst some bout of lunacy?
Experimentally, he called out to her, "Raven, my love? Are you here?"
((RP on cell phones, transcribed with permission))
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Post by Jashin on Feb 11, 2015 5:46:21 GMT
((ADIR))
The lack of reply was certainly disquieting. Rising, and beginning preparations for the night, he began to dess. All the while plagued by doubts troubling his every thought with consideration of the events playing out in his mind. Taking a moment to pause, he focused his will in an effort to heighten his senses, eyes lidded as his concentration took hold. Almost immediately he picked up her distinct scent. He would swear he could find her among a crowd of thousands by her scent. It filled his mind, swirling within the pool of doubt as he swiftly took to following the trail he thought best to find her.
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Post by Jashin on Feb 11, 2015 5:46:37 GMT
((Raven))
As his heightened senses reached out, he would smell her scent, lavender and night jasmine. He would sense other things as well... he would smell oil, from freshly polished steel... and cleaning solution overlaying the fading scent of dried blood.
And he would hear things as well. He would hear her humming. The tune danced between an ancient classical tune and a half forgotten lullaby. And he would hear footsteps, methodical and rhythmic, beating a soft staccato on wooden floor boards that creaked in response to her motions. And as he rounded the corner closer to the practice room, he'd hear the soft swoosh of fine steel cutting through the air. And when he looked finally upon her, he would see her dancing in graceful, deadly precision around the weapons salle.
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Post by Jashin on Feb 11, 2015 5:46:43 GMT
((ADIR))
Following along with mostly his senses leading him by scent, his fingers rested at the wrapped handle of his sword, on the defensive just in case Alyssa still lurked within the Keep's vast halls. The humming sound mixed with the woosh of steel cutting through the air, set him on edge. His steps slowed to silent the approach, ever nearing the practice hall.
Edging closer towards the doorway, fingers still waiting to pull steel should he have a need. Peering past the threshold for verification of his wandering thoughts, only to find his lovely wife instead of all the variables that previously raced though his mind. Muscles relaxing their tension as he took in the scene, a smile upon his lips at watching her dance the forms of steel. A sly grin replaced the hint of smile, drawing his own steel before swiftly leaping into her space, taking up the dance of forms with her.
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