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| Lydia | Feb 24 2009, 12:53 PM Post #1 |
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Many women and even more men had gathered around now to watch Lydia and a sailor throw daggers at a target. Lydia had hit the bulls eye every time without trying and the sailor refused to let her win this match. She smiled again pulling her hair back and twisting it around so it stayed up as if she was wearing a ponytail. Keeping a poised stance and perfect posture she gripped the blade lightly arching her hand back and then throwing the dagger forward. It hit true parked right next to the others in the center. The man crossed his arms over his chest and put his chin up. "I can do better." "Really?" She replied raising her eyebrow. "throw your next one better then all of mine and I will double the bet." "Done." He groaned as he grabbed the dagger from his belt. A metallic hiss emitted from his belt as the blade rubbed up against it. He flexed his arm and put the hilt of his dagger just near his ear. Taking a deep breath he zoned in on the target and let the dagger fly. It made a hissing sound as it flew, cutting the air, he held his breath watching it intensely. When the thud of the blade hitting the board filed the silence he looked to see he had hit the bow just behind the board. Another man old and worn out by the years at the mast jumped forward and laughed, "Ha, that young lad was bested by a woman." Lydia turned her head so quickly it frightened the old man back into the ranks. Her beautiful bluish grey eyes looking him over angrily, "What difference dose it make that I be a woman. Just because I can bare children dose not make me any less powerful then you. In fact I believe I am more powerful then any man here." The brute of a sailor who had lost to her crossed his arms and put on that cocky attitude of a man who had spent to much time outside, "Ha, beautiful women can’t be strong...only weaken men with their looks. It's all a fraud, just as women's brains are small." Lydia was upon that man faster then he could blink. She lifted her wrist back pushing out the hidden blade that had been up her sleeve. She grabbed him by the face and pressed the cold steel against his check. Her eyes cold and dark were now fixed on his face. "What did you call me? Perhaps you need more then just to have someone put you in your place, you need manners. I know how to teach men such as yourself manners." She stabbed her dagger through his check and let him drop to the ground. Throwing a cloth at him she replied, "Who is the fool now my good sir?" No one tried to insult an Assassin, Lydia was beyond the little boys running around trying to kill with as much stealth as possible. Being an Assassin was her religion, she breathed this, she slept and dreamed of it, she trained endlessly, sometimes not sleeping at all. She could make herself seem dead, not breath or move a muscle even if she were to be stabbed, and then an hour later get up and vanish as if she turned to smoke. Whipping her dagger clean she passed the men who parted before her, they were all silent as she pushed the blade back down her sleeve and put a satisfied grin on her face. The market, she came here to get her supplies from across the sea, mostly so she could make tea, but also she enjoyed looking at the rare fabric and exotic animals. She always had a funny way of coming home with new things and she was just waiting for it to drive Halli mad. |
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| Morte | Feb 24 2009, 01:10 PM Post #2 |
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Morte was sitting on a bench at the open air markets, licking his fingers and turning the pages to his book every now and then. It was good to be out in the open air and breath in some fresh city air, the air always seemed a little different in the enchanted forest, but occasionally Morte liked to go out to a more populated area for a good read. Even if it was a ways away. Though at these markets you can find just about anything you need, and what Morte needed today was a large tub or colander that could hold a good amount of water under pressure. How else was he supposed to brew his home made Avrox ale without some sort of still? Morte yawned and clapped his book shut, storing it away in his robes as he lifted himself from the bench and walked into the market area. There just had to be some sort of blacksmith here that would have what he's looking for... |
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| Lydia | Feb 24 2009, 01:24 PM Post #3 |
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Lydia brushed off her sleeve a little stopping at a booth where she saw some beautiful blue silk. It had an Asian patter on it, dragons at that. She knew it was expensive, but she had the cash for it, she always had the cash for it. Looking down at her boring bland black shirt, pants, and boots she realized she could do for some color. Looking over the other fabric she through about how much she would need to make a shirt, just a simple shirt, no need for a dress she would almost never wear. The man who sold the fabric turned to her and looked at the beautiful red band tied around her right arm. His jaw seemed to drop as he asked with his Asian accent, "Is that what I think it is?" Lydia shrugged and replied, "Depends...what do you think it is. I'll take the blue silk, no questions asked." She threw a bag of gold up on the cart and smiled at him. She had that look of someone who could possibly throw you into the nearby ocean and not care if you could swim or not, only thing being is she would care if you could swim and if you couldn’t she would probably be the one to pull you out. He jumped back a little as she rested her hand on the cart and he pulled the silk down gently. He grabbed one of the finest rolls and slowly maneuvered it into a bamboo canister type contraption with a strap to throw around your shoulder. "This is very delicate, you must tell the tailor you take it to use fine thread and needles." Lydia nodded to him knowing she was going to make the shirt, and she was going to reinforce the silk to make it stronger. She was skilled like that. Stepping away from the stand she bumped into a man making him drop his book. With her swift reflexes she caught the book in her hand just as she threw the bamboo canister over her shoulder. "Sorry sir, I didn't see you." She replied handing him the book. |
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| Morte | Feb 25 2009, 03:36 AM Post #4 |
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Morte was walking among the crowds, squeezing his way past the rich and the poor, always on the look out for a blacksmith. He had already chatted with several weapons and armor smiths, all of them not being able to help him at all. Morte kept scanning the stalls though, one man here has to have a pot, bin, container, or colander... "Oof" Morte said as it suddenly bumped into someone. His book fell out of his pocket, but just as he thought his good book would be ruined, a delicate hand shot out and caught it. The hand held the book out to him, and a soft voice apologized to him. Morte looked up into the brown eyes of his helper. "No no miss, I should be the one apologizing, i wasn't paying attention." What Morte didnt add that he was surprised He didnt see Her. A lady such as this, with his long black hair and perfect glittering eyes, how did he miss her!? |
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| Lydia | Feb 25 2009, 09:34 AM Post #5 |
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Lydia stood tall again, her eye looking upon the man as he in turn apologized to her. A lot of men seemed to do that, at least it was better then the ones just being rude to her...if they dare be rude to her. Usually the seriousness of her face and a half exposed katana shut up the offenders, but she didn't have her katana with her today. Maybe that was a mistake. She patted the man on the back again totally forgetting she was a woman, that tend to happen to her a lot. She usually saw herself as another one of the guys, able to play jokes and fight with them. Hell she was a better fighter then most men even. Listening to the distant cry of her falcon she spoke to him, "Thank you sir, oh I have forgotten my mannerism, I am Lydia. Can I buy you a drink...help you with anything?" She was such a good Samaritan wasn't she, always helping people...when she wasn't running a blade through their spine. Brushing her hair back behind her ear she stood their, other people slowly walking away from her. A few sailors who had watched the match tried to keep their distance from her while others whistled at her or clapped their hands. She ignored their behavior rolling her eyes once out of amusement to one of the men’s comments on her arm and throwing. "Some men, honestly they are rude." The dagger hidden up her sleeve was just yearning to fly out and get one of the bastards in the back, but people might see or recognize the dagger so it was best she let them have their fun...for now. Later was a different mater completely. The sound of the busy market was like home. The crash of the waves against the dock, the sound of seagulls and now Sora's cries as she chased a seagull around trying to catch her meal. People engaged in conversation, and genders talking about what they had to sell. Well it was all just like home except for the lack of music from her land and the sound of water. The desert did not have to much water in it. |
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| Morte | Feb 25 2009, 09:57 AM Post #6 |
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Morte looked over to the jeering sailors and scowled at them, "Honestly, sailors are some of the crudest men around, you spend that must time on a ship with nothing but dozens of woman though i suppose you'd be calling out to men passing by as well. I suppose you could take it as a compliment for now, they dont seem to be hollering at any other women..." Morte took Lydia's hand the shook it, for there was really no space to kiss it, "My name is Morte, and i'm sorry to say I'll have to decline your offer for a drink. Far be it from me to turn down a good drink, but I would really like to find something before the stalls close." Morte would've love to take this woman out for a drink, and she did offer to pay being a plus, but Morte never liked to leave a job half done... Well, not the full job, he'd be lieing if he said so because of Dhiamara, and Jay, more of never liked to leave his mission half done... "And I do not know if you could help me Lydia, unless of course you had access to a large metal bin or tub or know of a good blacksmith, not a weapons or armorsmith i've tried them and they've been no help at all..." |
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| Lydia | Feb 25 2009, 01:11 PM Post #7 |
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She nodded her head and replied, "Oh you just have not been asking the right people. I know who might carry something like that. He is not quite a smith...once he shoed horses, but now he just makes odds and ends. Seems he might have something for you." She tried not to seem air headed or giddy, rather collect, witty, and in control of herself at all times, and she was. She was a master of self control, so much so she could stop her heart...when she had one. She didn't take his hand, or run ahead excitedly like most women would. Rather she turned on her heels and moved slowly through the crowds of people. Her gate smooth and steady, she was well balanced not even stumbling as people ran into her. No she did not falter nor trip, like a feline she was unaffected by her surroundings. It seemed she ignored them, yet she kept her full attention on the world. Just looking at her you could tell Lydia was well trained, but in what her stance did not give away. She blend into the background and yet something about her made her stick out. That had always been a slight problem for her thus her use of monk robes from time to time. She recognized this flaw that made her stand out as beauty, her most hated of enemies. If she could give it up she would, but rather then acknowledge it she ignored it. Passing a few other stands the venders seemed to know who Lydia was as they gave her a casual tip of the head or wave. True she spent more then a fair share here, she thrived off the supplies coming from around the world. All the smells, sights, sounds, she loved markets like this. They passed an area where they had been selling exotic birds, blue, red, green, yellow plumage they were all so beautiful. Some of the birds could even talk but none could stand up to her bird. Listening to another screech she put her arm up knowing what that meant. Almost as if on command a rustle of wings moved inches over peoples heads as a beautiful golden colored falcon dived down and pulled back. Her tail feathers fanned out as she beat her wings nearly in a backwards motion to land on the leather band strapped around Lydia's lower arm. Stroking the birds breast lightly she made a kissing sound and then introduced the bird. "This is Sora...Sora say hello." The falcon rolled her golden eyes onto his figure and let out a piercing screech that made people in the market jump to the cold echo of the falcons voice. "Sora is my greatest friend and companion, she had been with me forever." |
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| Morte | Feb 26 2009, 11:37 AM Post #8 |
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Morte smiled and followed her, "Thank you, i really need this bin before the plant dies, Oop" Morte covered her mouth and looked around, making sure no one else heard him. He gritted his teeth and cursed himself in his head, he had hoped Lydia hadnt heard him. He overheard several sailors heard a recent decree by the royalty of this area, Bootleggers, will be hanged... Morte wasnt ready to die just yet, so he hoped that Lydia wouldnt put two and two together. He shut his eyes tight when he noticed how she walked, his sudden fear made him stop staring at her ass and hips, and her legs... and her long sultry hair. But nevertheless, he noticed her walk was more professional, trained. He might be an assassin working for royality for all he knows, shit shit shit! Morte almost crashed into lydia as she suddenly stopped near some stalls selling exotic birds, when a falcon landed on Lydia's shoulder. She trained it, oh yes, she had to be some lords assassin or scout, he was boned... He needed an excuse, anything to get away. He kept his composisure and did let a drop of sweat fall, at least from his face, "How nice," Morte said looking around, curseing in his mind again, "but i'm looking for something with no holes in it, and a bird cage just wont do." |
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| Lydia | Feb 26 2009, 12:09 PM Post #9 |
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Lydia continued to walk and smiled petting her bird on the head. She knew what he was up to, she was well trained to know what other people were doing, she knew it even before he mentioned the plants. It was obvious, the clues were all over, just by glancing at his hands alone she could tell he was making alcohol. She picked at Sora's feathers and replied, "I know, I am just a bird person, comes with the place I grew up, in Jerusalem we had hawks and falcons all over...and falconers. Those were the day's whe we were all together. Me, Sora, Shetan, the tree of us were inseparable. We were childhood friends." She looked at the falcon as her golden feathers sparkled in the light. Sora had been her friend for, well ever since she was a girl, and her Shetan...he had been a friend to her even before she had gotten Sora. On her seventh birthday she remembered seeing her master walk into the temple grounds with a young black colt tied to his gray mare. The colt had fire in his heart, like the fire of hell, his nostrils flaring. So young, so strong, so beautiful. the horse had been like the devil himself and he had stolen Lydia's heart. Shetan was originally for one of the older members of the order, he was jet black, a reward to the man who had finished his 100th assassinathon. Lydia had played with the colt every day and she was the only one that could go near him. The colt and her had become so attached that the man who was to originally have him decided he would only do good with Lydia as the rider. From that day her and that wild stallion had road through the sea of fire, unmatchable, unbeatable, a force that made Allah fearful. Shetan had been with her till the end, Shetan had taken a sword blow for her that had ended her majestic stallions life and it had been her fault for being so careless. Brushing the hair from her face she pressed Sora closer to her face. Sisaro the raven who carried her soul...he seemed to now be her third friend in the group even if it was not the same. Still the raven was as black as the devil just like Shetan had been. She glanced around the market stopping at a stand where a man was working metal in a fire. She glanced up at the top of his cart and smiled to see the raven perched there, his black eyes looking down on her. "You knew I would come here...you know before I know." The raven let out a caw flapping his wings and looking down at the man. "Look to thy lady like fresh meat...and you my friend will become a treat." The raven screamed in her head. Lydia turned to the shop keeper and knocked on the wood of his cart, "Do you have anything like a cylinder Ahem?" The old Arabic man turned around and smiled at Lydia moving his glasses up the large bridge of his noise, "Well hello Lydia...Sora, yes I think I may...I just might have something like that. Just finished cooling this morning." |
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| Morte | Feb 27 2009, 10:06 AM Post #10 |
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Morter followed Lydia, for now. Maybe she wasnt some nobleman's hired sword and rather just an adventurer. She spun a short tale about living in a land called Jerusalem, he hadnt a clue what it was like, for he'd never traveled outside of Avalon. Maybe there's a book about it somewhere. Morte stared at Lydia as she lead him to his death, or a blacksmith, and saw how she seemed to be gone somewhere. Letting her feet guide her while her mind was miles away, maybe thousands of miles away thinking about that place, Jerusalem. An ex husband? Family? Morte never knew what a woman was thinking. "Lydia? Are you... ok? You seem, distant." Morte asked as he laid a hand on her shoulder. He didnt get an answer because they had apparently arrived. A man Lydia addressed as Ahem pushed up the rim of his glasses and said that he might have what she's looking for. What He was looking for... |
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| Lydia | Feb 27 2009, 12:10 PM Post #11 |
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She had ignored his question playing with a piece of her hair. She spun it around her finger slowly making her hair take on a tight curl. The humidity from the sea had already made her ebony locks wavy like the smooth surface of the sea itself but with the addition of her nervous twirling of the hair habit it made a glorious spiral. Sora's talons gripped onto her arm tighter making the leather beneath her footing creak with an uncomfortable sound that made Lydia grind her teeth, Of course the numb echo of her teeth grinding made it no better for her as the squeaked in an obnoxious tune. The falcon moved her feet, her body slowly shifting as she found higher ground by slowly climbing Lydia's arm. her grip tight as her black talons glistened in the sunlight, her golden feathers casting a glow about her body as if she had been some heaven sent animal. Her arm began to feel heavy but not yet tiered, the discomfort made her take a step back, a wooden plank beneath her foot shifted with a creak nearly sending Lydia into a jolt. Ahem walked about his cart, his long beard tangled into a few braids of beads and long metal spirals twisted into his hair with silver coins hanging at their ends. The sunlight caught the silver sending a flash of light into Lydia's black shirt. Like the abyss it devoured the light letting it flicker only momentarily like a glow worm moving through a dark cave. He certainly had the look of a traveling merchant who spent many of his days out at sea. Still he was well kept, his hair and beard clean and his face soft and smooth. His long sleeved white shirt drug in a small patch of reddish clay laying on a table. He used it to make his molds for the metal to craft necklaces and rings, a hobby of his that made him a rather nice profit. The vets over his shirt was a vibrant orange with green and yellow striped running diagonally down the orange fabric. It was like a sunset on a clear day, the colors separate yet running together, and illusion of the eyes. Lydia finally turned back to Morte as Ahem rummaged through his crates and chests hunting for this allusive canister. "I was just thinking back on my home...and all those I lost there. I suppose I should not complain, I should count myself lucky. My life now is so complete I should not try and ask for anything else." It had been complete until someone had taken a part of her soul from her. The child she had suffered for, the child she feared and loved. The child corrupted but innocent, her child, her one and only. Taken by the father she loathed so much. Ahem bent down, his form vanishing beneath the weathered painted wood. His grey curls nearly getting tangled up onto an exposed nail as his old smooth voice chimed in, "Speaking of which Lydia how is Halli and Lil...Halli?" In his old age he had almost forgotten that Lily was gone and tried to cover it up before she noticed, but Lydia did, she noticed everything. Looking down at her feet she felt Sora grip onto her arm again and lower her gaze upon Lydia. Those golden orbs focused on the woman's place face which slowly grew paler. "Halli is good, never been better Ahem...Lily...I wouldn't know...I..." She moved her free hand up to her face, covering her eyes and taking in a long shaky breath. She would be damned if she cried here in front of all these people. it was hard to describe a mother losing her child. The strings of her heart snapping, her maternal instinct like claws reaching out to a babe she lost. Like a mother bare reaching to her cubs only to find cold lifeless corpses at her cave entrance. Yes Lily was still alive, but not her Lily, Vensint's Lily had taken control, the Lily who hated her mother and was trying to...dare she think it, get revenge. Slowly she moved her hand onto her chest and took another shaky breath feeling a powerful heat swell up inside her as if she was burning in hell for her sins. "I'm so sorry Lydia...I had forgotten in my age." Ahem replied nearly turning as white as Lydia had now become. His hand trembled a little, he was nervous, he had no idea what he should do next. he glanced over to Morte as if asking him to try and fix the situation before Ahem himself made it worse. |
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| Morte | Feb 27 2009, 01:57 PM Post #12 |
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Morte saw something in Lydia's eyes suddenly. He remembered it in his mothers eyes years ago, a look that burned into his memories. When he was but a boy, only 10 years old, his youngest brother, a mear 5 wandered off from his father one day. Into the woods he went, just before a heavy thunderstorm. Scouts were sent out to find him, hunters released dogs to sniff him out. No one could find the boy. His mother was a wreak, and, she always had the eyes that Lydia had at this moment. Thankfully his brother was found a week later in the hands of a forest nymph, who wanted to raise him for herself, but gave up when his brother wanted his mother. Lydia had better willpower maybe, and from the looks of it, lost someone very precious, for quite some time... Was it this Halli? The Lily? Daughters? a younger sibling? He wouldnt know, and it was probably best he didnt ask. But she looked ready to stab someone, and with Ahem and Morte being closest... Morte spotted something shiny out of the corner of his eye, He grabbed it and lifted it up, "Its the cylinder! We found it, thank you so much Lydia!" Morte said happily putting on a fake smile and backing out of her reach. "How much forit my blacksmith friend?" Morte didnt drop the smile. |
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| Lydia | Mar 24 2009, 10:53 AM Post #13 |
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Lydia looked up at the sound of Morte's voice as he sang happily about finding what he had been looking for. Straightening herself out she turned her head just a little and smiled, "I can pay if you like. Money seems to grow on trees for me." She just wanted to push the subject of her daughter out of the way for now and forget about her. Yes, Lily was...a monster, was she even really of Lydia's blood or had Lydia just been the means of simply bringing the monster into this world? Why cry for demons when the demons would never cry for you? Looking over to Ahem she threw some gold on his counter and smiled, "That you for your business my dear friend...oh and when the next ship to the homeland is going to take off give the first animal merchant you can find this paper. It is very secret Ahem, I think you know why I say this. No one can know who they are supplying back home...no one. No one can know my name anymore." Sora beat her golden wings creating a nice breeze for the trio as they stood under the rising sun that beat down upon their brows. Lydia appreciated her bird of prey, there was no greater friend then a loyal bird with power behind its wings. She felt a little like a spoiled princess at time when she was fanned by her raptors wings. Ahem looked over the paper holding a pair of spectacles on a string as he squinted. Glancing up at her again he folded the paper and stuffed it away into his pocket patting it a few times. "Like riding a tiger into the eye of a storm Lydia. It will be hard to find, but I am sure what with your connections it will be pulled off. I wish you the best of luck with that, will not be easy...nope...it never is." She shrugged and looked back to Morte saying in a sweet voice, "Well you have what you need, I think we should get out of this sun before you lose your mind." As she started to move away from the cart she was trusted into the full force of the sunlight’s rays. Upon the ground were many shadows cast by many people but not a shadow for Lydia herself. Only her bird cast a shadow seeming to float above the ground in that black reflection of itself. It was even more befalling that no one seemed to noticed this peculiar thing before them. |
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| Morte | Mar 26 2009, 08:47 AM Post #14 |
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Morte smiled as Lydia managed to calm herself down and heaved the object in his hands. She offered to pay and threw some gold onto the counter, so who was he to refuse. "Uh, well, thank you Lydia, that is very kind." He nodded and shook the black smiths hand, after he had been given a note. He listened as Lydia said that the note she handed him was secret, that, no one can know her name anymore. Just what happened over there, he considered asking her, but thought against it. "Thank you for your help Ahem, you do fine work." Morte said, nodding to the black smith again and turning to Lydia. She wanted to get out of the sun, saying that he would lose his mind. How nice of her to be concerned... He thought for a moment, "Ah, i do remember that there as a nice outdoor cafe nearby with umbrellas, i hear that they serve a good pie and tea. Also, please, if you would, my treat." |
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| Lydia | Mar 26 2009, 09:32 AM Post #15 |
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She smiled and nodded in agreement with him, "Alright...it's on you then." She put her arm out to signal for him to lead the way and followed close behind glancing out tot eh distance when she could. Sora beat her wings lightly as Lydia moved trying to keep her perch on the woman’s arms. Her transparent eyelids slid over those brilliant golden eyes as she let out a small screech and turned her head about watching the people around her. The people seemed just as interested in the bird as they glanced at her talons which nearly dug into Lydia's arm. Birds of prey were frightful things, but Lydia could only see beauty in those killers. Those eyes seemed to reflect the sand dunes of the desert, their spirits free to fly on the wind. You could not tame them...no you could never tame them, it was the bird that tamed you. Lightly her fingers moved over the birds breast as a smile crept across her face. "I will admit, there is nothing more magical then a bond between a wild animal and a human. That she would trust me so much to come to my call and feel safe and that I trust her so much as to let her sit on my arm and feel safe that she will not cut through my arm." As they came closer to the outdoor restaurant Lydia listened in on the conversations going on around her. The sun caught her beautiful ebony hair sending a glowing sheen from the top of her head to the tip of her hair as she moved along. Her waves bounced lightly in the soft breeze that came over the outdoor market. She took in the sounds around her again thinking of her home. There was nothing better then the feeling you got at an outdoor market. Nothing more wonderful then being so open to the world and yet so closed in around other people. To hear what they are buying or selling, to here the gossip of the day and learn more about those around you then they realize. It was in a way an Assassin's paradise. You could come here and find all you want on your mark granted they lived around here. Finding an empty table Lydia sat down putting her purchase down beside her and keeping Sora at an even and constant level. It her arm tilted the bird would move to the highest point in order to keep that safe feeling. Birds did have a habit of being as high up as they could, especially smaller birds. Sora however never saw herself as a possible meal but more as a lookout wanting to be high up so she could see what everyone was doing. Falcons did not have the extraordinary sight of a hawk, but their eyesight was anything but poor. "Hmm...I think a good green tea would be rather nice right about now. Perhaps some raw liver for Sora, it would save her a hunt tonight. One more night where she will be at hand in the event I need her. That is always a good thing I believe. What will you have?" Edited by Lydia, Mar 26 2009, 10:23 AM.
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