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Post by Amras Séregon on Oct 12, 2009 2:34:26 GMT -5
Amras stood with a bouquet of flowers in one hand, magicked to stay fresh for as long as the first person who touches it with their hand is living.
Amras wore gloves that day.
He knocked softly on the door, and put on his best smile.
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Post by Marie Bristow on Oct 12, 2009 2:42:43 GMT -5
Marie flew down the stairs with a certain glow, her father said some one was coming to day, some one important, but he wouldn't say who. So she put on her most favorite dress and had been bustling about the shelter, cleaning and humming.
When she heard the knock, she waited a second before another came. Skipping over to the door she flung it open, ready to greet whoever was there.
Of course when she saw who it was, she screamed and jumped in to his arms "AMRAS!"
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Post by Amras Séregon on Oct 12, 2009 2:49:37 GMT -5
Smiling he spun Marie around, setting her down back on the doorstep he grabbed the flowers from his arm and put up his finger, handing them to her.
When she took it, the flowers which looks terribly wilted, sprung back to life, dazzling in the sunlight.
"As long as your alive, those flowers will be" he leaned down and kissed her on the forehead, as he'd always done when she was younger "and it's wonderful to see you."
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Post by Marie Bristow on Oct 13, 2009 16:57:07 GMT -5
Marie giggled and popped one of the petals off of one of the flowers and it grew back immediately "Oh wow Amras, wow!"
She looked up at him with wide eyes "You must be the important person Papa was sayin was comin today, tha's why I wore this dress, do you loike it?"
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Post by Amras Séregon on Oct 13, 2009 17:26:09 GMT -5
"In fact I was just noticing how beautiful you looked in it" he smiled "and how tall you have grown, it seems life moves much faster here than in Lorien, because you look to be almost 13 now?"
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Post by Marie Bristow on Oct 14, 2009 1:41:33 GMT -5
"Exactly!" She smiled, finally noticing Amras's robes "You look pretty fancy yourself, not your normal pants anna jacket I'm used ta you in. They're pretty though."
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Post by Amras Séregon on Oct 14, 2009 18:50:05 GMT -5
"Well I am starting to grow in ranks in Lorien, and I am afraid this is what they ask us to wear when traveling, I promise you however, I will be changing out of them as soon as I can."
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Post by Marie Bristow on Oct 16, 2009 0:09:45 GMT -5
"Well thank gwaad" she giggled and took his hand pulling him in to the house "you gonna stay here?"
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Post by Amras Séregon on Jul 5, 2010 4:52:12 GMT -5
"Well your Papa said I could, although you two are quite full and you know how I hate to be a bother-"
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Post by Marie Bristow on Jul 5, 2010 5:41:16 GMT -5
Marie pouted "Amras, really?" She smiled "You know we always 'ave a place for you" taking him by the hand she pulled him in, grabbing his pack and pulling it in with him.
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Post by Amras Séregon on Jul 5, 2010 5:43:19 GMT -5
He grinned and allowed her pull him in, although taking the pack from her "This is far too heavy for someone such as yourself to be carrying, please, do not worry about it" he ruffled her hair.
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Post by Marie Bristow on Jul 5, 2010 5:44:45 GMT -5
She scrunched up her face before grinning "Oh! Papa's out in the back with Mr. Dawson finishing up the backyard it's looking really pretty! Come on!" She headed out to the back knowing Amras would follow, it's simply what he did.
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Post by Amras Séregon on Jul 5, 2010 5:50:09 GMT -5
Amras nodded with a light hearted chuckle and indeed did follow her to the back, what he saw was indeed a transformation.
Before, the back of the shelter had been a children's play set, a small patch of grass and a bench, nothing much to look at. It was large, yes, but barren. He remembered John had always been paranoid of the old play set and would warn the children that there were splinters and old nails and he'd grimace every time someone would go out to play.
But what was out there now made Amras drop his jaw, just a short bit. The backyard had been fully seeded and dark lush grass was growing. There was a tall willow tree out by a fresh pond with little fish. The old shed was painted with a window and the play set had been fully rebuilt. He saw John talking to a rather imposing man with bright eyes, he'd never seen him before, but he imagined that he was the Mr. Dawson that Marie mentioned.
"Wow."
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Post by Marie Bristow on Jul 5, 2010 5:53:00 GMT -5
"See!" She ran out in to the backyard and swung around before jumping on the swing set and then back to Amras "Mr. Dawson came 'ere a few months ago to volunteer an'ne also contributed some money and well-" she lifted up her hands "-it's amazing."
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Post by Vincent Dawson on Jul 5, 2010 5:53:52 GMT -5
Vincent looked up from his conversation with John to see little Marie talking to a very tall, very slender looking man with long hair and oddly shaped ears.
"Er Mr. Bristow?" He nodded in their direction.
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