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Post by Amras Séregon on Jul 23, 2008 21:12:33 GMT -5
**ANOTHER DAY**
Amras stood at the entrance of the cathedral and took a deep breath. He enjoyed the smell of these churches, it was like opening an old book and flipping the pages very slowly.
He touched the doors and looked upon the carvings with a look of pure wonderment.
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Post by Wildfeather on Jul 23, 2008 21:24:10 GMT -5
*Wild entered the church quietly. Her feeling of not belonging anywhere was stronger than ever.*
If I only knew how to get in contact with my own kind....
*Suddenly she caught sight of a tall, dark man in the church. He looked different from most humans she had seen. Looking at his ears made her eyes widen in wonder.*
An... Elf??? I thought I was alone in the world.....
*With a soft smile on her face, she approached the young man, and greeted him gently in Elvish.*
"Mae govannen. May I help you?"
((Translation: Well met))
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Post by Amras Séregon on Jul 23, 2008 21:29:06 GMT -5
He turned with a start, his hand on his chest only to be greeted by a young elven girl, that was definitely unexpected.
"Mae govannen" he bowed deeply toward the girl.
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Post by Wildfeather on Jul 23, 2008 21:34:34 GMT -5
*Wild made a polite curtsey.*
"Elen sila lumenn omentilmo."
*She smiled.*
"I thought I was the only one of my kind left in the world."
((Translation: A star shall shine on the hour of our meeting.))
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Post by Amras Séregon on Jul 23, 2008 21:43:45 GMT -5
Amras smiled "I'm afraid not" he walked in to the cathedral and placed his hands behind his body "*Amin Amras Séregon, mani naa essa en lle?"
It was strange to be speaking the old language again, but it came to him as natural as water through a river.
((*I am Amras Seregon, what is your name?))
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Post by Wildfeather on Jul 23, 2008 21:47:58 GMT -5
*Wild smiled back.*
"I am glad that is not the case."
*Her voice was soft and warm.*
"Amin Wildfeather, but I prefer to be called Wild."
((I am Wildfeather))
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Post by Amras Séregon on Jul 23, 2008 21:53:44 GMT -5
"*Vanima," he whispered as he inspected a column "Wild huh? I prefer Wildfeather actually, it works with your face more than Wild. But-" he turned to her with soft eyes "-to each their own."
((*Beautiful))
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Post by Wildfeather on Jul 23, 2008 21:58:43 GMT -5
*Being a virgin, and growing up in the worst orphanage in Paris, Wild knew absolutely nothing about flirting. Especially not about refined flirting. She looked at the column with a puzzled look on her face, not seeing anything special about it. Didn't it look exactly as the other 25 columns in the church?*
"I got my name because of my personality. It was my father's idea."
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Post by Amras Séregon on Jul 23, 2008 22:01:36 GMT -5
"And where do you hail from?" He touched the outlines of the column before moving to the pews and sitting down.
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Post by Wildfeather on Jul 23, 2008 22:07:57 GMT -5
*Wild replied politely, as she had been taught in her earliest childhood.*
"I come from The Land of Shadows. But war destroyed my village and all the population there. I was the only one who survived. I was found in the forest by humans, and brought to the scariest orphanage in Paris. I was saved from there by Father Joseph, who works here in Notre Dame."
*She looked up at him.*
"And you. Where do you come from?"
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Post by Amras Séregon on Jul 23, 2008 22:14:17 GMT -5
"A Dark Elf huh? I remember this massacre, you must have been quite young when it happened." He didn't have to ask, he all ready knew.
"I am from Lorien, a small town outside of the main capital called Yunsu."
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Post by Wildfeather on Jul 23, 2008 22:20:06 GMT -5
*Wild turned her face away. Her heart was still aching in pain every time she was reminded of the death of her parents and her baby brother.*
"I was 11."
*She replied silently. By his mentioning of Lorien and Yunsu, her eyebrows furrowed, as if she tried to remember anything.*
"If I remember correctly, my mother was born in Yunsu. And I have a faint memory that I still have a cousin or two there."
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Post by Amras Séregon on Jul 24, 2008 12:09:25 GMT -5
11, Ed' i'ear ar' elenea, so young.
"There aren't many left there, they've all moved to the capital at least the last I read." He smoothed his hands over the front of one of the pews.
"What was your mothers name?"
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Post by Wildfeather on Jul 24, 2008 12:15:16 GMT -5
*Wild's face grimaced in pain by the thought of her mother.*
I wish I had been a better daughter so she could be proud over me....
"Her name was Vilja."
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Post by Amras Séregon on Jul 24, 2008 12:19:51 GMT -5
"Vilja? I'm afraid I don't remember anyone by that name" he looked up at her with compassion "what was her family name?"
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