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OOC: Mature trigger for mature content

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It started off as a big bang, a wicked explosion that threw all of Reajh into a panic. The former Grand Duke had resigned, the reasons unknown (but there had been great speculation), leaving an empty seat, a vacuum of power.  Many nobles had spilled into the center, mudslinging and left winging in hopes to fill the void, all the while men were barking and arguing over the sins of mages. You see, it happened quite suddenly, the former Grand Duke had resigned, and not even a day later he was killed. He was exploded, to be more precise; as a giant fire ball had erupted and destroyed the entire keep he had been taken residence at the Grand Duke’s Palace.  Naturally, mages were to blame.

There had been letters found, threats and brands of magics, traces even detected by the mordecai. It was hard to say how that much power could have gotten past the mordecai on guard, but as the rumors spread, Blaith Harmond only smiled, his eyes simmering sinisterly as he leaned within his bench as the meeting proceeded. So many dukes were barking furiously, throwing up their hands as what was to be done. It amused him terribly to watch, though when the calming voice of a certain man, a certain other Duke, Duke Calent of Allar, to be precise, stepped forward and began a debate, proposing to raise the stakes and laws against mages, it tipped the argument in his favor, generating support that this Duke Calent would be a great candidate as the New Grand Duke.

The idea, of course, had Blaith Harmond fuming mad, but the only indication was the faint flickering within his cool, blue eyes. This was not exactly how he had planned it to be. Duke Calent should not have taken lead on the conversation, but it seemed the men would rather hear Calent's ideas over his own, and so after long winded, vein popping snaps of debate, Blaith had gone quiet and let the conversation break down. The flood gates were already open, and he bit his tongue until it bled. After all, if he hadn’t argued so furiously and radically with this Duke Calent, he would not have given him the proper fuel to take the reins and popularity of their conversation, of this debate.

This was day two of the great debate on who would become the next Grand Duke. Rumors were already spreading that Calent of Allar would take the seat. It was a hard fact to swallow, so when Blaith returned to his room, he stared with some disdained towards the four whores still dead on the floor.  He had left them there after he killed them by having sex.  After all, a man with his certain type of power and ability, it left it difficult to touch a woman without killing her, and it took four in all to sate himself after his victory from earlier when he had killed the former Grand Duke.  Now he found himself pissed off at the world and kicking in their dead heads and screaming out in rage, turning over the tables and tearing the room completely apart. It seemed Duke Calent had won the battle, but he’d hardly win the war. The seat of the Grand Duke was meant to be his, and he would make sure that his title for it would be secure- even if it meant he had to kill again.

He was still weak, however, not just from the sex the other night, but also from the killing of the former duke.  Taking in so many lives by his absorption, he had become an emotional wreck, fighting off the pitiable memories of the four dead whores on the floor. The memories from each woman plaguing him, fighting at his brain as he cowered into a corner when he should have been continuing to rage. And there he simply wept. And cradled one of the four blonde whores into his lap, the one that most looked like his sister and held onto her as if she were a child, hot tears streaming down his face as he brushed her hair aside and sealed his lips to her cold dead ones. Then in another burst of insanity, drew out his knife and began to cut off her hair, like his sister had done and left for him the night she had disappeared. He held the freshly cut perfumed hair to his chest and sobbed. 
“Kella, oh sweet Kella.” And he did this for hours, unmoving from his floor until his own madness overtook him again and he was making love to a corpse.


Reajh. It was here Kella Harmond had found herself finally reaching the capital of Connlaoth on foot during her journey south. Despite the fact she was trying to avoid her brother, she found, much to her dismay, he was there, and the Grand Duke was dead. The entire place was in an uproar. One day he resigned, the next day he was dead, and there was already rumors about who would take the seat next.

Politics mattered little to her now. She had run away from her life as a lady, and with it, taken on no name at all, moving from town to town in attempts to find her way in any other place but here. She was terrified of her own power, of her brother, and of what consequences it might have on the world. Oh, it seemed Angsar had been right and these wicked powers of mages were just so cruel, especially when she heard the news it had been a mage that killed the former Grand Duke and left all of Connlaoth sore.

She wasn’t sure why she was still wandering the streets, she needed to get out of this town and fast. Fixing her hood about her face to conceal it better, she peered around curiously to the masses and kept to herself. She felt queasy, knowing there were dozens upon dozens of mordecai about. Her power was fickle that way, in that the forcefield of a mordecai made her ill, her mind race and the powers within her fight amongst themselves to burst free. And then it had happened so suddenly, an entire garrison of mordecai paraded into the city, so that now her powers were screaming, nearly bursting inside her head. She felt her skin burn with fever, becoming clammy beneath the thick leather gloves she wore up past her elbows. And she was growing light headed and dizzy.  She needed to get outside of Reajh and fast.. lest she…

But before she knew it, she was collapsing in the middle of the street, in the middle of the crowds of people all spilling around, becoming trampled underfoot, but being too weak to cry out or ask them to stop. Did they not see her or care? So many passed her by just to see the rags that she wore and nothing more. Nothing else mattered to them. Reajh was in a state of panic. They needed a Grand Duke, and everyone that was anyone was spitting out facts about who they believed was best for the seat and this and that, ignoring any of the meager street beggars and rats.  Her mind whirled and everything around her was curdling into shadows and shapes.
It was then she accidently bumped into a man, one wearing fine clothe and shoes, and he grew upset, calling the guards. She knew not what to make of this, but soon guards were spilling around her and she peered around at all of them, clutching on desperately to her cloak.
"No, please, you don't understand!" she begged. But they didn't listen. They didn't care. THey wanted to keep the beggars off the street while the wealthy were all in town, and soon she found herself dragged off, tossed aside into the chaos of the alley ways. 

The beggars and thieves quickly swarmed around her, pressing themselves up close so that even she was having trouble flinching away.
"What a pretty face to be thrown into the streets," one man told her, a man who only had one eye and a fat lip as he leered.
Another at her left came up and took her by the arm.
"It's a pity she doesn't have much hair," he began, tearing off her hood to expose her short, golden hair. "It could have caught us a fine price!" the man laughed.

Kella was terrified and tried to pull away, but neither men was letting go.
"No, please stop! Don't do this! You shouldn't touch me! Please let me go!"

But the men didn't listen and laughed all the more, grabbing at her arms and tugging at her gloves. SHe panicked, shaking her head. "No, please don't!"a nd once one was removed, she reared back in fear, only to have her exposed arm be clutched by one of the men- and he was soon screaming out in pain.
His memories rocked through her, in one heavy, electrical shock. She felt his life, his energies sucking in through her skin, blistering and puckering inside her as she gasped, dropping to one knee as the man let out a scream again.
His friend did the only thing he could think of, and he knocked Kella out, leaving her to crash face first into the cobblestone, her temple running with blood onto the cold stone streets.

But after an outburst like that, it cleared up the alleyway around her, leaving Kella alone, face crumpled, unmoving, beautiful.
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Elapheesa

Nothing in his experience as a Mordecai, as a soldier or a citizen of Connlaoth could have prepared Farn Ovir for the events of the last few days.  The whole city was in uproar and feelings in the Mordecai Citadel were running wild too.  There were accusations about incompetency and possibly even deliberate neglect of duties.  The one question on everyone's mind was how in a city where the Mordecai were based and where their great Citadel of training and indeed their most skilled soldiers were located could a mage commit murder and murder of the Grand Duke no less!

It seemed unfathomable how a mage could have murdered the Grand Duke so easily.  How the mage remained undetected and even now had not been caught brought further disgrace to the Mordecai and they were now under scrutiny and perhaps even suspicion.

Farn had kept to his usual schedule of work taking part in patrols, following leads of reported magic use.  He had not allowed the murder to effect his work and he would not concede that it was the Mordecai who were at fault. 

He was on duty parading the streets, (alongside many fellow Mordecai) when a riot broke out.  Stall holders disgusted that their stalls and homes were being inspected and in some cases ransacked as the mage responsible for the Grand Duke exploding was sought and any leads were followed, had reached the limit of their tolerance and were throwing rotten fruit at the Mordecai passing by.  The disturbance was short lived a few spears poised in a threatening manner at the perpetrators squashed their protest before their behavior became ultimately in need of serious retribution but Farn had not come of unscathed.  A big nosed, over weight stall holder had managed to aim and hit Farn with several soft tomatoes whose flesh had burst upon impact with his chest causing his white tunic and silver crest thereon to be covered in red juice and the clinging skin and pips of the fruit.  Farn had ducked into a nearby side street to clean himself up and avoid further fruits making his uniform filthy, (a Mordecai's white tunic should always be pristine) when he found a rather attractive young lady laying in the alleyway at his feet.

Not wishing to leave the young lady destitute he sought to behave in a gentlemanly way and bent down collecting her lost glove and on bended knee spoke softly to the maiden as he presented her lost glove to her and introduced himself.  "Your glove" he said holding out his own gloved hand and awaited her response.  "I am Farn, may I be of service to you?"
It was clear from looking at her that she had fallen on bad times.  Her clothing was dirty and worn and could best be described as rags.  Her face appeared bruised, her temple was running with blood and her general appearance indicated she had not been living comfortably. 
Farn waited a moment before placing the glove into her lap, not wishing to linger too close to her in case his proximity was misinterpreted as threatening, she was injured already and her recent knock to her head had probably left her feeling vulnerable.  He felt a strange tingling to the skin inside his gloves though did not concern himself that it could be caused by such physical closeness to her he was too distracted by the commotion in the surrounding streets and the stains on his tunic that he would need to remove as soon as he returned to the citadel. 

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His voice sounded distant at first, drowning away with the noise from the streets. But after a time, she blinked, raising her head as dizziness struck through her and forced her to wince and scrunch her face. Her head was throbbing, she could feel her blood pumping through her ears before something caught her eyes. Her glove. She found herself now staring back at her glove.
Her heart caught in her throat as she sat up suddenly, clutching her bare hand to her chest.

"My glove!" she gasped, her voice delicate and light as she stared at it, almost fearful, then realized there was an arm attached to her glove, an arm offering her glove back to her.  Blinking, she hesitated to let her eyes follow the arm, but slowly lifted her head and took in the white armor. Her nose began to burn with acid. It was the armor of a mordecai!

She held her breath, remaining there, still feeling her mind swimming at his mere proximity as her hands itched to retrieve her glove, but she was too fearful to make an advance. Infact, she had been too fearful to even glance up and catch his eyes, her blue ones remaining stuck upon the glove still out stretched for her. She gritted her teeth, feeling her mind racing, even pulling at her, especially in the direction that mordecai garrison had gone.  She felt like her insides wanted to pull clean out of her, her skin becoming clammy beneath the many layers of her tattered, dirty clothes, which seemed a sharp contrast by the noble features of her face.

It was perhaps her strong jaw, the way her eye lids hung against her large, blue eyes, and the softness of her lips and face that made her appear more like a regal lady than a beggar on the streets. But there was definitely a sweetness amongst the sadness in her eyes, and the fear that hung there. She knew the consequences of touching another, and the man whom she had touched earlier- his memories still swam through her mind, making her sway a little from where she sat. But her eyes kept to the glove, hesitating before finally blinking and staring up at him with curiously sad, blue eyes.

"I'm afraid you can not be much help to me. This city appears to be in too much chaos that I- it just seems I'm in the wrong place at the wrong time." She lowered her head, dipping it lowly like any lady might before lifting her gaze again and looking back at the glove. He seemed nice enough, and if she was careful, she could get her glove without any harm or questioning. So, hesitantly, she lifted a hand and moved it forward, taking the glove delicately and pulling it back to her, releasing a held breath as she did so before slipping her hand into the lengthy leather glove and pulling it up past her elbow. Then, once she felt more secure at having her glove back over her hand, she stroked her other hand across it gently while whispering softly to him, "Thank you."
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I ran the Connlaothian civil war. For more info, check out it's page here. The war has now turned into a 'Cold War' with it's plotting page found here. It's no longer a huge site wide event but the scars are there.

My currently active characters:
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Elapheesa

Her thank you seemed to reinforce to Farn that he had been right to take sympathy on her and assist her in what was obviously a time of need.  She had fallen on bad times he deduced from her current appearance, though beneath the dirt and rags he could see she was an attractive woman, a woman who certainly knew how to behave as a lady and with an air of countenance that seemed natural to her.

"The city is as you say in a state of turmoil and confusion.  Since our  former Grand Duke was murdered by a mage no one feels secure, no one feels safe.  It is our job, that of the Mordecai" he said clasping his right arm across his white tabbard and crossing the silver emblem that adorned it, "to protect our city from mages and to prevent magic being used here" he spoke with conviction.  Then he looked down at his stained tabbard.  "Excuse my appearance, it is unfortunate that I should speak so proudly whilst my attire is so filthy.  It seems that our garrison has not been met with the normal respect we expect.  Our effectiveness is in question." He spoke now with a lump in his fruit, ashamed at their recent failure. 

"The situation at present requires the presence of the Mordecai more than ever.  How a mage was able to cause our former Grand Duke to explode in this city and so close to our citadel is inexcusable.  I," he corrected himself, "we must" he paused realising just how much he was saying to the stranger and suddenly enchanted with her big, blue eyes he allowed a silence to linger for a few seconds.  "We must prove ourselves in the eyes of some of the people and indeed some of the nobles now.  Mages must not be allowed to use magic here" he said meaning every word he spoke.  "We serve to protect the people, to protect the city.  This land is only safe while magic is banished."

He shook his head, his skin was still tingling and it was evident he was feeling strange, though he put that down to the stress of the situation and pressure he and all Mordecai were feeling in fulfilling their role in locating the mage who had caused this chaos. 

"You are a stranger here but you must not judge us on our current state.  The aftermath of this event is affecting us all. You have been treated badly, I can see that.  Allow me to aid you" he said, "we could both do with refreshing our attire and I dare say some food would not go amiss in assisting us feel better.  If nothing else we ought to see to that wound" he said pointing at the cut to her forehead. His gloved index finger lingering dangerously close to her skin.

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Kella found herself momentarily charmed as the man became embarrassed by his armor being soiled.  She was also charmed by his generosity, though the idea of mages being banished and things like that put her on edge and reminded her of what he was. So when he reached a hand out to her, despite having a gloved hand himself, Kella found herself flinching back and out of the way.

"No, please, I couldn't possibly ask you to do that," she began, averting his gaze shamefully as she clutched onto her clothing, moving a hand up to touch the open cut on the side of her temple and it was only then she noticed her hood had fallen away and that her face had been exposed. The reaction caused her to gasp and look around fearfully before slipping her hood up over her head again and taking another step away from the mordecai, Farn.

"I am grateful for your offer, but I fear I must decline. I have to get out of this city at once. I was merely passing by, seeking some supplies on my way south."
Though now she had to wonder if south was really a wise direction. With her brother lurking about, she had no idea which way she would be safe, and found herself naturally pouting at the idea she felt cornered, and also in danger. With so may people in this city, it meant more opportunities to be exposed, more opportunities one of the nobleman might recognize her, more opportunities her brother might find her, and more opportunities to accidently hurt someone, this poor gentleman included.
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I ran the Connlaothian civil war. For more info, check out it's page here. The war has now turned into a 'Cold War' with it's plotting page found here. It's no longer a huge site wide event but the scars are there.

My currently active characters:
Grand Duke Calent Allarrick // Aella Coleridge // Blaith Harmond // Kella Harmond  // Hope Allarrick // Krah Mordeth // Mehtwald Allaen // Zannrick Austengarde // Katahnia Harmond // Jinai Rinstgate  // Leif Arrant // Dekka Blade  // Kentamin Dhelsbar  // Dahnny Quills  // Victoria Armani  // Ohna Waitsmith  // Jarrett L'isson  // Trest Arristaire  // Clayton "Jack-in-the-Box" Wilson // Cullen  //  Vels // Shay // Killian  // Fluke  // Mellesta // Danning // Petrin // Gavriella // Dornsley // Miersck // Aelith // Iyla // Angel // Ellarrah // Persea Ah'nikh // Phone // Jace // Ne'friss // Opus Dey // Lord Amalin // Ehvren // Narophne // Edward // Dehzrehn // Chase Vander // Valeska // Jayo //Layana // Rezvek // Red Sun // Harmanaija // Mirajah // Liana // Oska //Hay-gee // Beatrice // Ninn // Dao'bachpa //Pao'orha // Mae'leena // Davishire // Davina// Gemla // Hyathia //Thethysis // Urd // Missendria // Ina-herit // Feni'tat // Phen // Evelyn // Kell // Striker // Ithica // Connor // Vlint // The Gambler // Lord Aegis // Thomas // Quince // Althea // Vaeyna // Ihlsepar Asawa'eht // Krazxick // Djchastese // Katoma // Na'o // Moonlight // Bluesong //Caollette // Artemis // Arrick // Evetta //Jackal // Winston //Lenny // Anphis // Hebara //Ibra // Dre'hn // Veride // Arthund // Kao

Elapheesa

(OOC this reply took longer than I would have liked... but life got busy in the last 48 hours)

As she finched he kindly moved away not to compound her anxiety further he rose to his feet and stepped backwards a few steps giving her adequate space.  She was raising her hood to covered her stunning though roughly cut hair and backing away now too increasing the distance between them further but he could still continue a conversation with her, his voice easily audible in the narrow alleyway. 

"Please refrain for judging this city in its current state.  I can assure you, the streets are not always so exhuberent.  Recent events have caused a slight panic and strong reactions most notably a call for mages to be apprehended.  Though I must assure you, I sympathise for the majority of them greatly.  They have been born mages at no fault of their own.  Of course we seek to cure them, ease the difficultly away from them but since the former Grand Duke was murdered the mage who perpetrated this crime has caused all mages to be feared and perhaps even hated again.  I am sure this wil be short lived after all it is magic users who are at fault not mages, there is a difference."

He did not move closer to her he stayed at a distance and would not push his help on to her again, but he could not leave her in this manner.  Her rags for clothing would make it difficult for her to gain entry into any reputable place to stay and even traders would resist entering into conversation with her in her present state.  If she sought supplies as she suggested he would have to enable her to at least achieve this... even if she ultimately ended up leaving the city hastily rather than taking his word that this place was normally a more welcoming city.
"Before you head south please let me at least assist you in finding new garments and whatever supplies you seek" he said hoping she would admit that without his assistance she stood little chance of managing that, especially with drying blood on her forehead.  "I can show you to the home of a helpful woman who often tends to my clothing if snagged or worn  I am sure that she will have something more suitable for you to wear.  I do not mean to force you into anything, but I cannot not abandon you in this alley way.  Please let me assist you in some manner, it would be a disgrace to my upbringing and my training as a soldier.  I am a servant of the people in my role as a Mordecai. I am here to protect and to serve our land ensuring that magic has no place here.  Please let me do something to help you, I seek no repayment."

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OOC: No worries! I know you've got things going on :)

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Kella always had a difficult time telling someone no, even her brother when he'd guilt trip her into things she knew was irresponsible when they were little. Pressing her lips together, her large blue eyes stared up at him curiously before she stared down at her attire. It was her choice to wear such things. She looked up at him again, tilting her head to one side beneath her hood.

"I've got only so much money. I do not mind the tattered clothing. I've been traveling on foot for sometime, it would seem silly to fix them now." Though she finally afforded him a smile, it making her face beautiful, soft and sweet.  "But I suppose eating something might not be a bad idea and having someone help me gather some supplies would be prudent. I just... "She sighed, looking down sadly at the cobblestone. "I wasn't aware there'd be so many people in the capital city on my travels south. It's just... well, I suppose crisis can't be averted. It's terrible to think the Grand Duke had been murdered." SHe shook her head. "He was a good man." She had met him before, after all. He wad kindly. She even got to play with his children, one of the boys she had been formerly sweet upon, that was, until for unknown reasons he had backed away. She would never have guessed her brother had threatened him.

Raising her head, her lovely eyes met to his again, just as she noticed the brewing of dark clouds above. The day had been grey, the threats of rain echoing off in the distance. As a gust of wind swept between them, she clutched onto her cloak, he other hand gripping onto her hood, lest the wind tear it off of her. Then once it calmed, she looked back at the mordecai again, just as a fat rain drop fell on her nose. Blinking, she scrunched it, then lifted her head up towards the heavens, and as her blue eyes took in the dark mass of clouds brewing over head, it began to rain. And through the rain, she began to smile, even as the sounds of thunder rumbled over head.
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I ran the Connlaothian civil war. For more info, check out it's page here. The war has now turned into a 'Cold War' with it's plotting page found here. It's no longer a huge site wide event but the scars are there.

My currently active characters:
Grand Duke Calent Allarrick // Aella Coleridge // Blaith Harmond // Kella Harmond  // Hope Allarrick // Krah Mordeth // Mehtwald Allaen // Zannrick Austengarde // Katahnia Harmond // Jinai Rinstgate  // Leif Arrant // Dekka Blade  // Kentamin Dhelsbar  // Dahnny Quills  // Victoria Armani  // Ohna Waitsmith  // Jarrett L'isson  // Trest Arristaire  // Clayton "Jack-in-the-Box" Wilson // Cullen  //  Vels // Shay // Killian  // Fluke  // Mellesta // Danning // Petrin // Gavriella // Dornsley // Miersck // Aelith // Iyla // Angel // Ellarrah // Persea Ah'nikh // Phone // Jace // Ne'friss // Opus Dey // Lord Amalin // Ehvren // Narophne // Edward // Dehzrehn // Chase Vander // Valeska // Jayo //Layana // Rezvek // Red Sun // Harmanaija // Mirajah // Liana // Oska //Hay-gee // Beatrice // Ninn // Dao'bachpa //Pao'orha // Mae'leena // Davishire // Davina// Gemla // Hyathia //Thethysis // Urd // Missendria // Ina-herit // Feni'tat // Phen // Evelyn // Kell // Striker // Ithica // Connor // Vlint // The Gambler // Lord Aegis // Thomas // Quince // Althea // Vaeyna // Ihlsepar Asawa'eht // Krazxick // Djchastese // Katoma // Na'o // Moonlight // Bluesong //Caollette // Artemis // Arrick // Evetta //Jackal // Winston //Lenny // Anphis // Hebara //Ibra // Dre'hn // Veride // Arthund // Kao

Elapheesa

I've always rather enjoyed the rain" he said returning her smile and eager to take advantage of the situation as she could hardly resist his offer of retreat into a warmer and most importantly drier place.  "This way" he said not waiting for a reply nor for her to accept his offer properly.  "It is not far.  We ought to walk on the main road though, these alleyways are no place for a lady."  He was aware that calling a rather dirty young woman dressed in pitiful rags a lady was very generous but she was uniquely beautiful, not classically so but striking, intoxicating even and those eyes, those big, blue eyes weren't those of a filthy street dweller.  They were far too beautiful.

They walked briskly, he in front casually looking over his shoulder to her to make sure she was keeping up and remained following him.  The way was made easier by the rain which had driven most protestors off the streets although many of them had retreated into the surrounding taverns and would no doubt return to throw more perished fruit and voice their disgust at the use of magic and the death of the former Grand Duke once more.

"One final left" he said as they made their way across the cobbles and down a street of stone built, terraced dwellings.  "Here" he said gesturing in a flamboyant and playful manner to a large though plain door with an ornate handle which seemed entirely out of keeping with those surrounding it.  "Creative aren't they" he said looking at the handle.  "Both of them can turn their hands to anything they wish.  I know traditionally the women make and craft but her husband can make many things also, though now his sight hampers his work" he said realising he had not mentioned their age before.

Inside the room was furnished in hand sculpted wooden furniture. It was all unique of course and though beautifully decorative it was also incredibly practical.  Farn had not knocked but entered as though entering his own home which gave the illusion that perhaps these people were relatives, though blood relatives they were not.  "I'm not sure they are home" he said taking a seat in front of an open fire place that remained lit, "the fire is burning they are either not long gone or have only gone out for a brief errand.  Sit, I am sure they will not be long and then we can make sure you are fed, though I wish you would consent to upgrading your attire.  Surely a woman like yourself would be better suitably dressed in less well used clothing."

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It seemed there was hardly a chance to argue. Though Kella remained back, watching as Farn moved off across the road before she tucked away a soft smile and followed after him, clutching onto her dampening cloak as she did. The rain felt nice and made the city smell cleaner. She was never found of city smells, and while she had been running away from home, the only thing that comforted her was the sweet, rich smells of nature. She was hardly used to so much dirt under her nails, and was thankful she had cut her hair off in defiance towards her brother, for it would have been difficult to maintain it at it's former length. But even as dirty as she was, and half starved, it wasn't the only thing plaguing her now. The longer she kept at Farn's side, the more she felt the pull of her powers within, the memories of others, from what she stole, screaming to get out. It made her dizzy, so when she stepped inside the home, the quietness snuffed the voices away, but only momentarily.

"Are you sure it's alright we are here alone?" she spoke, hesitating as she peered around. It definitely seemed like no one was home. Perhaps whoever lived here had gone out for the day. Curiously, she peered back towards Farn, studying his armor and smiling when she realized the rain had began to remove the tomato that had once been stained across the front. Though she wanted to move a hand to help him clean the rest of it off, fear of touching him, even through his armor made her refrain as she kept her hands hugged to her chest.

"I think I shall stand. My attire is awfully dirty and I'd rather not track any more mud from my boots across their floor." She sighed, feeling awful about the footprints she had dragged in, but then at his last statement about clothing, she replied with an abrupt, "NO!" her eyes grew wide and fearful. A new attired, a dress or anything, would not do. She idly felt her hands crawl up the tall, leather gloves that reached past her elbows, ensuring they were still in place. She had spent too much time acquiring the means to keep most of her skin hidden from the world, and the only thing, if she were to request it now, would be to ask for a veil to place over her face. That way, if she were to run into her brother some how amongst this chaos, she could at least have her face mostly hidden from him.

"I..." she realized she must have sounded hasty, and pressed her lips together for a moment in thought. Then blinking, she cast her blue eyes to the floor. "I'm sorry. But please, I would much rather not." She moved a hand down her long skirts. They were soiled and tattered and grey, an unflattering color for a woman with such a face. She normally was used to wearing royal blues and soaring greens, colors that emphasized the color in her eyes, a color that had most men swooning for her at local balls.
Too bad she was too fearful to ever allow the men to court her. After all, how could a lady ask a man to marry her- when he would never be allowed to touch her? A single kiss could cause so much damage, and to think of anything more...
It could kill.
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