Girl, Orin called to Aria not using her name though he had before, the elder Ingrid wishes to speak with you. Aria had to bite her tongue to keep from laughing, the girl whom was introduced was no elder, she was a child who had eaten to many sweets, her frizzy red hair was tipped with black and tied into pigtails that stuck out, her nose and pudgy cheeks were splattered with freckles, she was hysterical, but her ears stuck straight out like Orins did and her blue eyes looked glazed and hazy, she wore a white long sleeved blouse with a red woolen vest, a long red wool skirt, on her feet fit small black slippers, she walked slow when compared to Orins long legged strides, and she used her walking stick with both hands. Aria stood pulling an awkward curtsy, how do you do, my name is Aria, hmm... was the scratchy reply, take off the cloak girl, the child demanded, Aria hesitated looking to Orin for guidance only to receive none. She unhooked the clasp, with uneasy hands, and slipped the cloak off, rolling it on her arms in front of her. Ingrid sharply inhaled, surprised by what? Aria was unsure, but she would find out she guessed, Ingrid growled in her throat, and you are sure she is not simply a witch casting a spell? the question was to Orin, I have spent the better part of three days with her, she could have attacked me at any point, she does not smell of darkness, nor do I sense magik from her, also, about the yellow eyes, it seems to be, attached to her, it has followed her here since our meeting three days passed, Ingrids eyes widened at this last bit of news, really...? that is interesting, Ingrids foggy eyes looked Aria over again, how old are you girl? Aria shifted uncomfortably,it was like the child was deciding if she would buy her as a slave, Im twenty, she replied after clearing her throat, Ingrid tapped the back of her hand with one finger, where do you hale from child? Aria frowned, Im from a country called the United States of America, Ingrid nodded how did you get here? One...One second I was dead after getting hit by a car, then the next I woke up in that misty forest, Ingrids brow furrowed. Hmm...Those forests of the frozen mist are indeed a mystery, they hold many secrets and powerful magik. If you are indeed a human not of this world, I dont know how much help Kunsgnos will be, however he will know more than I, she stamped her stick on the floor boards, Im sure you are quite weary from everything that has happened, you look, like you could use a rest for a few days, eat a few hot meals, and have a hot bath, Arias eyes lit up with a smile, that would be wonderful, really, thank you, Ingrid grunted with a hmf, as her reply, then waving her hand as she turned to walk back where she had come, and said to Orin, I leave what we talked about up to you, as well you have my permission to do as you see fit, if you happen across Mylend, tell her that she has work to be done. Orin sighed, he had hoped the elder would ask for more from Aria, and some how the whole conversation left him unsatisfied. He was glad to continue his journey with Aria however, but first things were first, now he had the great displeasure of finding a creature he would rather not, and attempt to not get caught up in her games. Just in front of him, Aria stood rocking back and forth, unsure of what to do with herself, uh...umm Orin? he scratched the back of his head, right, you stay here for a while, make yourself at home, Ill go find Mylend it shouldnt take long, just dont go outside, Ill be right back. Aria couldnt stop her self from feeling anxious, dont leave me, Orin was stunned, what are you talking about? dont be stupid, Aria blushed, angry and frustrated by his comment and her own weakness, I... it didnt mean anything, I just, she growled look its just, Im alone in a strange land and my only friends are an owl, and some kid who may not even think of me as a friend, all Im saying is Im kind of... afraid, and I dont want to be alone, Aria was staring at her feet uncomfortably, Orin thought about it only for a second then smiled before walking over to pat her head, I see, you sure are insecure huh? or maybe its more like a chick getting attached to the first thing it sees as its mama, Aria looked up in confusion, his smile broadened thats it isnt it? your the hatchling, and Im your mama you cant bare to separate from, he was laughing, Arias mood changed quickly, you damn smart mouth punk! whos my mama...? its not like that, she thump his chest once with her fist, he chuckled, you know, you keep calling me a kid, but look whos acting like a weeping child, with that he ruffled her hair before making a quick get-a-way out the front door. Aria shook her head, even though he was a smart mouth, he was really too kind, especially to some spoiled brat that he barely even knew, she really was acting like a child, and it was really shameful, she then laughed at a sudden thought, if she had been Derek, she would have slept with other women too. Water blurred her vision, what was she thinking? she hit her head with her fist, Idiot, she thought, I am such an Idiot. It didnt take long to find the Beastling Mylend, in fact she was exactly where Orin knew she would be. Gossiping and giggling like a clucking hen within a circle of young women, whom hung around a stables holding swine and milking cows, who were included in the conversations. Mylend! he called out to her, but the women didnt so much as look his way, Orin cursed under his breath. He couldnt understand how Ingrid could put up with such a young foolish servant, Mylend...! he called out a bit louder as he approached the women, this time one of the gossipers noticed him, poking at Mylend. She suddenly turned, an unhappy smile across her face, she raced to his direction, long blond curls bounced in a thick braid at her back, and the honey color of the fur on her face glossy with the sun. Ah, mlord Orin, you have returned, I was beginning to worry something had happened to you, her voice was some what sarcastic, she stop before him and gave a slight curtsy. Orin clicked his tongue at her, Mylend, I know the days I am away are the ones you look forward to the most, that being said your presence is required, and there is work that needs to be done. Aria, found herself becoming increasingly more restless, she had slowly began pacing, looking at nothing in particular. She had been reaching for a particularly beautiful stone that sat atop the hearths mantel, when a small sound caught her attention. She turned to see a pudgy red squirrel sitting on a chair, its tail twitching. Hello, how did you get in here little guy? she cooed, she was utterly happy for its adorable presents, you know, I dont know if you are allowed to be here... it wiggled its nose at her, before quick twitching its way over to the hearth. In its attempt to jump from the back of the closest chair up to the mantel, it slightly missed its mark and its bottom half squirmed and struggled to climb the rest of the way, Aria lightly placed her palm under its struggling back legs so it could gain some kind of support. The squirrel used her hand as a spring bored to recover itself, then, looking to her, began twitching its tail again. Haha, dont worry this will be our little secret, Aria allowed her eyes to wander about the room, the walls were bare, except for the vine like potted plants that crawled across some areas, some with tinny budding flowers. From the ceiling, hung a large glass orb that was so brightly filled with light you could almost go blind from looking into it, and all around, the room seemed chaotically organized, though books were stacked and scattered about, the room had an tidy air about it. In a sudden leap the red squirrel lunged into the air, landed on a pile of books then twitched out of sight into the kitchen area. Aria attempted to follow its fast pace, when the door could be heard opening in the entry way, Aria turned and headed to see who it was, what awaited her was not not what she hoped for.
Posted on: Wed, 26 Feb 2014 06:32:07 +0000
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