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19:45:19Abigɑlϵ¤Xϵsyn : :: Clomp, scuff, clomp scuff. The cavalrywoman’s mare walked at her slowest gait, while her lady in armor guided the animal into the noble quarter. At the knight’s side shuffled a peculiar fellow, one she had found behaving out of the ordinary during her patrol that evening. Citizenry were free to act out, drink, revel, and so >>
19:47:29Abigɑlϵ¤Xϵsyn : forth, but this pastel chap had been behaving in a manner that was off-putting to a few fine ladies in town. He broke no laws, so he was not in legal complication, but to spare him and the gentle birds of the main market avenue, Abigale coaxed the eccentric fellow out to follow. When he seemed insistent on some incomprehensible >>
19:49:02Abigɑlϵ¤Xϵsyn : poetic gibberish rather than depart with her…Abigale, to keep the peace as was her lot, placed a shackle with a long chain upon his right wrist, and bound the other side to her saddle. In essence, the Xesyn woman had leashed the bizarre gentleman and was taking him for a walk…back to the noble quarter where she finally >>
19:50:15Abigɑlϵ¤Xϵsyn : had confirmed he belonged (and not purely by his word, he frankly seemed daft, but maybe that was the hallucinogenic effect of some strange, eldritch magic he had dabbled in beyond her comprehension. She was a simple, down-to-earth woman. Both feet on the ground. The Vaskaris magic dealings were voodoo to her). >>
19:51:31Abigɑlϵ¤Xϵsyn : “What were you looking for again?” She asked of the sullen chap, hoping to make this transition back to the Vaskaris Estate as easy as possible, which was more so possible if he were in even slightly cheery spirits, or distracted. <d> ::

20:05:18Joslyn·Vαskαяis : The visit had to be brief, had to be quick. Aharon had given her one task and one task alone. Stay away from his family. Oddly problematic when her parents were sworn vassals to them. But to the side lines she still did her best as she could. Living off the estate helped any unsavory crossings that could occur but it was going to happen sooner or +
20:05:46Joslyn·Vαskαяis : later. The masquerade was looming about. The estate was in a tisy it seemed to prepare the grand halls for an opening that had never happened before. Her parents begged her not to go, and it took only a mere hour to silence their concerns. Aharon held a high enough standing in the council, his place within the line of Elders would hopefully avoid +
20:06:05Joslyn·Vαskαяis : any type of overwhelming negative show to them. But that unknown, the fear, she did not dare let her parents see it. Making well to walk the secret halls that she had come to learn as a child, she maneuvered through the vast estate, quickly ready to outside of the four walls. For being as large as the structure was, that unease and almost +
20:06:17Joslyn·Vαskαяis : claustrophobic air didn’t leave her. Finally making her way through the main gate, she stumbled upon an odd approach. A red haired iron clad maiden, seemed to be heading the way of the estate and with her was a very pale looking gentleman. He did not look familiar to her. But his emotions read him like a book. There was a chaos on his mind, a +
20:06:47Joslyn·Vαskαяis : troubled nature he carried on his brow. Her first initial thought was that he had done something wrong, but it did not seem to show any signs of being a prisoner. Caution froze her in that moment. If this was another Vaskaris, returning home, she knew she needed to get out of sight quickly. But would she be able to avade such a situiaion, it +
20:08:02Joslyn·Vαskαяis : seemed not as she found her gaze upon the scene catching the eye of the calvary woman. Her own words muttered under her breath for being far too careless. 'Well crap now what, maybe she just didn't see me after all' a silent hope that she could only wish was true.
20:10:27Hαяяαs·Vαskαяis : At the very least…Ophelia and Carrick, kin and friends of a childhood past to Harras…had seen the feyborn Vaskaris –clothed-. Servants of their house cleaned him right up; hair trimmed short stood well-kempt on its own, in lieu of the wedding he had been forced to attend. Though Harras much preferred the shadows, for they were the blanket he’d been wrapped in so familiarly for years in a deathly slumber…daylight was almost a new concept to him. Something intangible that he saw in his dreams, but upon >>
20:10:40Hαяяαs·Vαskαяis : awakening did not realize that light could exist among the darkness. It had brought to surface the heartstring of curiousness in Harras...an impish quality one might only see as a trait in fey. Mature in body, but a boy in his mind, he dipped in and out of the shadows of bushes, trees on this very day; playing in the shade they cast upon the ground like puddles in the rain. A spot of light, he’d venture from beneath low hanging branches to capture it…and then quickly recede to the safety of the foliage >>
20:10:58Hαяяαs·Vαskαяis : canopy, laughing out loud at his game. He must’ve appeared quite the sight; skin pale as snow against the black velour suit that covered him. Hopping in unpredictable patterns, this way and that. His game was interrupted by a figure on horseback; he understood her words…mostly, but could not very well convey to her through verbiage his purpose and intent as he walked. Feeble gestures, partial formations of words. It was clear she did not understand him, and he stood somewhat dumbfounded as iron clanked >>
20:11:14Hαяяαs·Vαskαяis : about one of his wrists. It was an action Harras inwardly complied with, for it was better to let this woman take him back from whence he came than to cause a very public scene. But as it became clear that this person was leading him to the Vaskaris estate…Harras could not help but feel a strong sense of foreboding. What if she intended to return him to his black, attic prison? “NO!” words, finally, yelled at the top of his lungs. Heels dug into proverbial ground, his free hand clasping around the metal >>
20:11:39Hαяяαs·Vαskαяis : on the chained one. Magics began to burn in his gut, focused on one thing; release.
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20:18:06Abigɑlϵ¤Xϵsyn : :: The mare snorted, bucking her neck slightly within the range her training at least permitted her to vent any uncomfortable energy, and resumed her steadfast walk. While the strange bloke leashed to her saddle griped and gloomed, one unknown boon existed for Abigale: her shackle was iron upon the half-fae’s wrist. <c>
20:20:15Abigɑlϵ¤Xϵsyn : Churn and grump and spew nastiness as he might, there was a real drain upon him through this direct, enduring contact upon his light skin. She had no true idea about the nightmarish repulsion magical beings born from proverbial dreams and myth reacted to iron, she was simply fulfilling her duty to keep the peace, and <c>
20:22:11Abigɑlϵ¤Xϵsyn : fastened that fetter shut upon his arm. She did bear the real concern that he might try to do some sort of hocus-pocus, but until that point, she would operate as she should, leading him to what she assumed was his home, and deal with fishy behaviors as they arose. Even she winced when the man wailed his protest, and the <c>
20:24:14Abigɑlϵ¤Xϵsyn : discomforted mare snorted again but kept her pace even. In the deafening silence that always follows an unreasonable or unexpected bellow, Abigale eventually spoke, “Don’t you worry, Mister Vaskaris,” evidence pointed to him being a crazy Vaskaris anyway…what if he was instead one of their wacky experiments? <c>
20:26:27Abigɑlϵ¤Xϵsyn : It didn’t dawn upon her that he could have been -both-. “Just leading you home, then I let you loose behind the gate, okay?” So on they still went. When Abigale espied a young woman slipping off the property ahead, she raised a hand to hail her down, but the woman seemed to want no part of it. “Bugger,” <c>
20:27:48Alberdine : sorry kids i gotta run bbl )
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20:29:02Abigɑlϵ¤Xϵsyn : The cavalrywoman grumbled. The man’s heels were digging in, and he was in a fit of misery. Good grief. Then she thought to inquire, “Do they hurt you in there? I am a servant to the crown, I can help you if they are physically hurting you, just tell me who and how. If they are not, please sir, just return inside, you were scaring some <c>
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20:30:20Abigɑlϵ¤Xϵsyn : Gentle folks today by the way you were conducting yourself to-and-fro and wailing out of sorts.” Maybe he just didn’t realize? Maybe he had been drunk or drugged earlier (not that he seemed clear-headed now…..). She sidled beside the gate, and clinked it open, letting her mare’s bulk push it inward. She had a weird itch to her nose <c>
20:31:18Abigɑlϵ¤Xϵsyn : As she crossed through. Some dust, or a seasonal allergy in the air, no doubt. “You probably just need a bout of rest, yeah?” She was trying to encourage him, put him at ease. Maybe she chose the wrong words. <d> ::