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| Saya Sil Rumore | Sep 3 2012, 11:58 AM Post #21 |
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Saya Sil threw a reluctant glance in the direction of the hollow tree where she stowed her summer savings. Nevertheless, it was safer here than with her. She would seek out a new hiding place the following day. Now that Bryar had discovered this spot, even though he gave his word, she didn't trust its security. "Th... Thank you," the timid girl replied with visible effort. Her lips fixed with tension briefly, but the anxiety passed as she started toward town. She cast frequent glances his way to check that Bryar was still following. Their conversation remained short-lived along the way with Saya Sil's evasive tendencies choking any attempt at real small talk. Once they reached the village of Vancorde, Saya Sil came to a sudden halt. She stared sheepishly at her feet. A farmer and his wife seated in front of a faded, red barn watched the couple from their bench. Saya Sil didn't notice the woman's wave. |
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| Obsidian | Sep 3 2012, 01:22 PM Post #22 |
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Bryar rested his bag neatly across his shoulders as he walked towards town with the girl. The silence between them was growing. Once or twice he wanted to try and say something, but starting a conversation seemed to not be working so well. He respected the fact that she was shy and didn't want to speak with him being a total stranger, but the sound of the wind and the birds and the snapping of twigs in the woods was starting to get to him. Thankfully they reached the town shortly and Bryar was more than ready to sit and rest somewhere. He didn't realize right away that the girl stopped until he nearly walked right into her. He stopped in time to avoid a collision then looked to see what she stopped for. Ahead of them he noticed a small barn and a pair of farmers sitting, watching the two walk through. He glanced at the girl to see her looking down to avoid their gaze. Smiling, he turned to the farmers and waved, calling out "hello" in greeting. He turned back to the girl and smiled some more, "Wanna keep going?" |
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| Saya Sil Rumore | Sep 3 2012, 01:53 PM Post #23 |
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Saya Sil gave an insistent nod and resumed walking at her brisk pace, still averting her gaze from the farming couple. If they roamed too close, the woman might invite Saya Sil to stay the night there as she had in the past. At the local inn, she didn't expect much conversation with the owner. The farmer and his wife knew Saya Sil by name, so they would surely barrage her with questions about her work, the dark-haired stranger, and her unusual return to Vancorde for the night. She preferred a quiet place by far. "I don't like them..." she confessed while hugging her torso. The brief explanation couldn't begin to properly explain her relationship with the kindhearted farmers, but neither could Saya Sil spare the full story. When they reached the inn at last, her wide red eyes settled on the sign hanging out front. She couldn't read the letters, but she recognized the shapes; in this village and others like it, she overheard travelers entering and leaving places marked with these symbols. Even so, she couldn't be sure. "Is this the inn?" she asked with uncertainty. Her eyes briefly locked with Bryar's before darting away. She rubbed her wrists as if relieving a sudden itch. |
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| Obsidian | Sep 3 2012, 03:25 PM Post #24 |
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Bryar wanted to ask why she didn't like the farmers, but decided not to pry. He couldn't imagine what was wrong with them, however. They seemed nice enough to him. But maybe it was something deeper. They could have a secret or something. Or perhaps the girl did. Either way, it wasn't Bryar's place to know so he tried not to care. He followed her through the town and soon stopped right outside the door to the inn. He smiled in reply yo her question and nodded, "Yep. This is it alright. Come on, I'll buy the room." With that said, he started for the door and soon walked inside. |
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| Saya Sil Rumore | Sep 3 2012, 04:24 PM Post #25 |
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The troubled girl followed her human escort into the inn. As they neared the reception desk, she twirled a handful of her thick, white hair. The owner of the inn, a round-bellied man in his late forties with a full beard, raised his hand in greeting as they arrived. "Looking for a place to stay?" he asked. Saya Sil kept her lips sealed, preferring to let Bryar do the talking. "It's fifty ticks per bed, per night. What do you say?" |
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| Obsidian | Sep 4 2012, 10:35 AM Post #26 |
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Bryar nodded to the man to greet him back. He heard the price and began patting his pockets to look for the correct amount of money. "Fifty?" he asked, "That's probably ALL I have." He smiled at the girl then pulled out a small brown pouch from his pocket, "This should be enough." He handed it to the innkeeper, "Here you are, sir. We'd like a room." |
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| Saya Sil Rumore | Sep 4 2012, 08:06 PM Post #27 |
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The innkeeper grinned broadly at Bryar as he counted out the coinage. The implications of that smile remained a mystery to Saya Sil, who bashfully followed the pair of men down the hall at a distance. The owner unlocked a door near the end of the hallway and pushed open the door for the new guests to see. "You're welcome to eggs in the morning if you're not leaving in a hurry," the man offered. He pulled off the spare room key and held it out to Bryar. When he walked back down the hall, Saya Sil peered into the dark room. An oil lamp near the doorway stared back at her. Unlike at her mother's house, the lights here had to be lit by hand. She waited near the doorway for Bryar to take care of that, assuming something in his bag must be suited to the task. Saya Sil couldn't step into such a dark room without an escape route - she simply couldn't. |
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| Obsidian | Sep 5 2012, 10:52 AM Post #28 |
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Bryar nodded to the innkeeper and followed to the room, taking the offered key. He watched the innkeeper leave before stepping into the room after the girl. He squinted in the dark and noticed the oil lamp eventually. He looked at it a moment then looked in his bag for a light. By some stroke of luck he found something and used it to light the small lamp to brighten up the room. He walked in and looked around a bit more before placing his bag on the bed. "So," he said, looking at the girl, "Here we are, miss. Bedding for the night." He sat down next to his back and thought a moment, cocking his head, "And after all this time I don't believe I caught your name yet." |
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| Saya Sil Rumore | Sep 5 2012, 06:47 PM Post #29 |
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Saya Sil remained transfixed on the single bed in the room. Although Bryar had said he could barely afford the room, she automatically assumed he meant a room with two beds. The white-haired sheridan covered her eyes with her hands and sank her front teeth into her lower lip. This afternoon simply refused to improve. When the initial rush of anxiety passed and she managed to catch her breath, Saya Sil peered at Bryar from between her fingers. "I'm... Saya Sil," she answered with a shaking voice. "I don't talk much... Sorry." |
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| Obsidian | Sep 6 2012, 10:40 AM Post #30 |
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Bryar smiled at her, not noticing at all her distress about the bed. It never occurred to him that of course she wouldn't sleep in a bed with a stranger. He was rather simple minded about things like that. He kicked off his boots and set them up neatly against the foot of the bed, listening as she told him her name. He smiled a bit more. It was such a pretty sounding name and it had a nice flow to it. "Saya Sil," he repeated to get a better sound of it, "Wow, that's a lovely name. As I said before I'm Bryar...." he paused a moment before going on, "Though I go by many other names as well. Depends on the situation I guess. Heh heh." |
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