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Post by Lycia Ronaine on Mar 31, 2015 13:54:29 GMT -6
Lycia was out of her depths on this one and usually she didn't feel so lost, aimlessly wandering around the town with her hands stuffed in her pockets as the mage listened to the birds chirp above her wasn't something that she usually did when she was confused. But then again, this wasn't a normal day for her. In her business she knew that the problem that she had shouldn't have bugged her but the fighting and death was starting to make her realize how broken her home was. Wildgard had always been full of adventures and problems and she knew that when she moved there but it was getting out of hand with the battles and wars and she wanted it to end once and for all, she wanted peace. After wandering around she had finally reached somewhere quiet, the church in it's field with only the soft breeze to calm her nerves. She couldn't resist sitting down where she was and letting out a sigh, what was she going to do to help this town?
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Post by Minister Cillian O'Donnel on Mar 31, 2015 22:44:38 GMT -6
The day was still young--at least, younger than the Minister was.
He breathed in the fresh air of spring, the wet smell and the clean sensation reminding him of home. Of course, Wildgard had no rolling hills, or great highlands dusted with clouds, but rather had impressive woods and marshlands, with mountains far off to the west and a great bay just north that carried a great draft to this small, backwater village.
He sipped his Wildgard Fog tea and smiled at the brew; at least this time, no crickets had made their way into it. In truth, he hadn't seen Stellio for quite some time, and often worried that the young lad had gotten himself into some sort of trouble, or perhaps was having difficult times on an adventure elsewhere. He wasn't quite a grown adult yet, and thought with the mind of a child, but so long as She guided him and guarded him, Stellio would surely be safe.
And She had brought the Minister a beautiful day after such awful and recent times: thievery, betrayal, double-crossing, and famine. All now still threatening the town, but at least O'Donnel was finding ways to help. Besides, how could he spend such a lovely day moping about such things? The sky was blue, the wind was crisp, the birds sung...
There was a girl sitting on the grass not too far from the Church.
Intrigued, O'Donnel tried to get a closer look at the newcomer, shading his eyes with his ringed hand. He could see a scarf, yes, and brown hair that flew behind her head in the wind. It had to be the girl who was wishing for all the chaos to stop. The one he'd talked to earlier on Sunday about all the madness, and who he'd made allegiance with. He hadn't gotten her name, but anyone willing to rest in front of the Church was more than welcome to rest inside it with some nice tea and conversation.
"My dear!" he called out, hobbling down the steps as quickly as his frail legs could take him. "My dear! Do come in! It is a pleasure to see you again, Miss...?"
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Post by Lycia Ronaine on Apr 1, 2015 10:57:12 GMT -6
Her ears had quickly picked up the sound of someone calling out to her as she had snapped out of her tired daze and turned to look at him, it was that nice fellow from before and she was delighted to see a friendly face that she could speak to, and maybe he could help her. The Minister, that's what he was called when she spoke to him last and he did seem like such a kind man. She had actually hoped to run into someone that would listen to her and it must have been fate or just pure luck that she had come across him in her time of need.
"Lycia, Lycia Ronaine." She called out to him as she told the elder man her name, the wizard's face lit up with a cheerful grin like she usually had as she knew that there was no need to mope on a beautiful day like the one she had been given. She slowly got up from the ground and wiped the grass from her pants, then making her way over to him so the old man wouldn't have to strain himself to see her, she didn't want such a nice man to make a fuss over her.
"And I would love to join you sir." It was a much better idea then continuing to sit outside in the grass, and it would be lovely to have some company for a change.
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Post by Minister Cillian O'Donnel on Apr 1, 2015 21:21:27 GMT -6
The Minister welcomed Lycia with open arms and a warm smile before he led her inside. Outside may have been a nice world, but who could resist the warmth of a beautiful church hall and a soothing cup of tea? He sat her down in one of the aisles as he rushed towards the kitchen stairs not too far left from the altar, making sure that there was enough reading material in her vicinity before leaving her be.
"What will you be taking, Lycia, dearest? Tea, yes? Or perhaps something a little stronger!" he called out from his subterranean kitchen, rummaging through his cupboards but making sure he didn't make too much noise so he could hear her requests. "I can make you some eggs, if you'd like?"
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