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Post by Ilea McKinley on Oct 25, 2014 19:48:44 GMT -6
She looked at the tea, thinking about the taste. It was okay, she supposed, wasn't the best tea she'd ever tasted. She didn't want to hurt The Minister's feelings. "It's delicious," She nodded.
Her mind was clearly somewhere else now.
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Post by Minister Cillian O'Donnel on Oct 25, 2014 21:41:16 GMT -6
He looked at the girl after she'd answered his question with cold, empty words. It was clear that her mind was in a different place other than the tea that she was drinking--oddly enough, as it really was good tea.
Ah, of course. She was still thinking about the Lapis.
No one could simply see it presented with all of its incredible, godly powers and shrug it off as simply another gemstone. And the word she spoke...'Jaika'. The name of an old friend, not a coincidence that she spoke it only when he introduced his treasure to her. Yes, he could see what she was thinking. This girl thought she hid it well, but he'd worn masks for so long he could be able to see right through those that belonged to others.
"So, this...Jaika...you must miss him?" He tapped the rim of his cup rhythmically, a simple pattern of four repeated beats. "Tell me, if it's alright with you."
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Post by Ilea McKinley on Oct 25, 2014 21:48:21 GMT -6
The question alarmed Ilea. Did she want to release more details about her life before Wildgard? She pondered that thought. Not even Aurelia knew the full truth about Jaika... About her dead lover...
"He was a friend of mine, he died... um... almost a year and a half ago now." Ilea said. Her eyes were still fixated upon her tea cup. She licked her lips, a disgusting after taste of the sorts tickled her tongue, making her make a disgusted face at the taste. Quickly, she took another sip to try and rid the taste.
"Why?" The question came to her without warning. "Why Wildgard? Why bring your magic jewels of all places... here?"
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Post by Minister Cillian O'Donnel on Oct 26, 2014 21:11:04 GMT -6
"Of all places..." he wondered aloud. "Why Wildgard? Well, that boils down to why I set up my church here."
He paused and placed his cup down before standing up and walking over to the stained glass window. It's great colours, glimmering against the fire's dance on the stove. Images--stories--of great beings striking down deadly creatures with red skin and horns. Above them all, the woman herself, with her blue eyes and her greatest of champions, a being so old he is said to have defied death many times. A legend within the church. One that only those with rotted minds could hope to achieve.
"You fear the demons, do you not? I was told that the demons are ever-present in this land from the friends who built my new home. When I ran--and I ran far--it was where I would be needed most. A place so...'insignificant'...that no matter how much I helped, I would not be found by the man who now hunts me." He turned to the girl with big, sad eyes. "I hope you understand at least this much."
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