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Isabella had settled on one tome when a familiar voice brought her out of her self-narrated tour of the library. She was glad of it, she hadn't decided on anything the pie was feeling as if it contained lava, even through the corner of the cloak. Bela smiled at Rory, and raised an eyebrow as the other woman rubbed sleep from her eyes. Had she woken her with her silly droning?
"Actually, that sounds right up my alley. Are you hungry, I swear this pastry has dragon's fire in it or something." Bela commented as she held up a slightly steaming corner of her cloak. "Would you bring the book out to the garden, and maybe we can share it...or at least break it open to let it cool." Bela commented, trying to hide the happiness she felt. She hadn't known whether she would see Rory again or not, but here she was.
When her companion agreed, Isabella led the way out to the garden. With her back to the rough bark of a tree, Bela unfolded her steaming treasure from her cloak. It still looked just as perfect as when the vendor had handed it to her. With a quick blow on the pastry, the young woman broke the thing in half, and with a smile, offered half to her friend.
"So, ancient Arathi Empire?" she asked as she nibbled at a cooling corner of what would serve as her dinner. "Any good battles in there?" she asked, her mouth half full of cooling pie. It tasted glorious, filled with vegetables and a savory gravy, it was better food than even the wife of Gorgio was able to create.
The library and garden were quiet and Bela was glad they seemed to be the only ones there. She didn't care that she'd gotten in trouble for staying out late the night before. She'd stay there until sunrise if Rory did. "I've been looking for something..." she chewed the bit of pie still in her mouth and swallowed, "Riveting..." She chuckled at her use of the word.
"Actually, that sounds right up my alley. Are you hungry, I swear this pastry has dragon's fire in it or something." Bela commented as she held up a slightly steaming corner of her cloak. "Would you bring the book out to the garden, and maybe we can share it...or at least break it open to let it cool." Bela commented, trying to hide the happiness she felt. She hadn't known whether she would see Rory again or not, but here she was.
When her companion agreed, Isabella led the way out to the garden. With her back to the rough bark of a tree, Bela unfolded her steaming treasure from her cloak. It still looked just as perfect as when the vendor had handed it to her. With a quick blow on the pastry, the young woman broke the thing in half, and with a smile, offered half to her friend.
"So, ancient Arathi Empire?" she asked as she nibbled at a cooling corner of what would serve as her dinner. "Any good battles in there?" she asked, her mouth half full of cooling pie. It tasted glorious, filled with vegetables and a savory gravy, it was better food than even the wife of Gorgio was able to create.
The library and garden were quiet and Bela was glad they seemed to be the only ones there. She didn't care that she'd gotten in trouble for staying out late the night before. She'd stay there until sunrise if Rory did. "I've been looking for something..." she chewed the bit of pie still in her mouth and swallowed, "Riveting..." She chuckled at her use of the word.
Not super long, but there ya go :)
As the sounds of the house below her began to quiet down, Isabella felt herself let out a breath it felt like she'd been holding for awhile now. She pushed herself from her stiff bed, some of the straw falling from the mattress as she did so. She dusted any little bits of hay clinging to her shift before she slipped on her boots.
They were sturdy, and looked good enough, but if you got one look at the soles you would see come winter, Bela's feet would be liable to freeze. The young woman quickly pulled on her new cloak, and with a quick fasten, made her way out the creaky window and down the drainpipe.
Bela could have danced with happiness, with the freedom the thought of seeing Rory again gave her. The streets were more crowded than usual, and tonight, Isabella didn't mind. She slipped through the crowd, saying hello to vendors who'd stayed open late for the business.
"Here ya go love, just for a smile." One of the hot food vendors called out as Bela was about to walk past. With a half smile and a curtsy, the old vendor handed over a large steaming hand pie. It was the biggest one she'd ever seen, almost half the size of her head.
"Thank you so much," Bela leaned in and kissed the toothless old man on the cheek before scurrying off. The pastry was still piping hot, and Isabella was excited to be able to offer to share if Rory was at the library. She knew the Paladin didn't know how much the cloak had meant, or her friendship for that matter. But to Bela, the kindness had struck her in a way nothing had in sometime.
Bela only slowed her steps when she approached the keep, she didn't want to awaken any of the lightly snoozing guards with her huffing. The place was deserted and Isabella found she was glad of it. She wanted to be alone with the books and hopefully Rory.
The young woman wrapped the still warm pastry in the corner of her cloak and moved into the library. She would stalk the shelves for a book to take home, and hopefully, she would spot Rory in the meantime.
"So...herbal remedies or..." Isabella ran her finger along the spines of a few rows of books, reading their names aloud as she did so.
"Perhaps I should learn blacksmithing..." The young woman couldn't help but chuckle at herself.
They were sturdy, and looked good enough, but if you got one look at the soles you would see come winter, Bela's feet would be liable to freeze. The young woman quickly pulled on her new cloak, and with a quick fasten, made her way out the creaky window and down the drainpipe.
Bela could have danced with happiness, with the freedom the thought of seeing Rory again gave her. The streets were more crowded than usual, and tonight, Isabella didn't mind. She slipped through the crowd, saying hello to vendors who'd stayed open late for the business.
"Here ya go love, just for a smile." One of the hot food vendors called out as Bela was about to walk past. With a half smile and a curtsy, the old vendor handed over a large steaming hand pie. It was the biggest one she'd ever seen, almost half the size of her head.
"Thank you so much," Bela leaned in and kissed the toothless old man on the cheek before scurrying off. The pastry was still piping hot, and Isabella was excited to be able to offer to share if Rory was at the library. She knew the Paladin didn't know how much the cloak had meant, or her friendship for that matter. But to Bela, the kindness had struck her in a way nothing had in sometime.
Bela only slowed her steps when she approached the keep, she didn't want to awaken any of the lightly snoozing guards with her huffing. The place was deserted and Isabella found she was glad of it. She wanted to be alone with the books and hopefully Rory.
The young woman wrapped the still warm pastry in the corner of her cloak and moved into the library. She would stalk the shelves for a book to take home, and hopefully, she would spot Rory in the meantime.
"So...herbal remedies or..." Isabella ran her finger along the spines of a few rows of books, reading their names aloud as she did so.
"Perhaps I should learn blacksmithing..." The young woman couldn't help but chuckle at herself.
Yeah sorry! Meant to give you a heads up yesterday :( I'll be posting up soonish (hopefully today) just gets stressful with work and all. But I promise I have not poofed!
Ahhh, sounds fun! Enjoy and don't worry about the post, get it up when ya can <3
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7 yrs ago
Forum: Advanced Roleplay
Hey guys, sorry but I think I'm going to have to drop out. Good luck!
The gift of Rory's warm cloak warmed Bela's heart. Her offer to walk her home was sweet but unexpected. Isabella nodded her thanks to the other young woman and was soon scurrying out of the Keep, the tail of Rory's cloak fluttering behind her. The warmth that had blossomed within her, she knew, wasn't only because of the cloak. Something about Rory had seemed so genuine, and Bela found herself hoping more and more that they would meet again.
By the time she got back to the Mage Quarter, Isabella had her new cloak draped over her arm. She would have to scale back up the drain and slip back into the window, but first she took a moment to catch her breath. She hadn't brought any books home, too excited by her new companion. So, she reasoned, she would have to go back tomorrow night. A smile spread across Bela's lips, she could feel a bit of excitement welling up just at the thought of spending time with Rory again.
With a soft sigh, Bela slipped the cloak around her neck and made her way silently back up the side of the rickety building. With four hours to spare before she would need to wake up, Isabella fell asleep with a contented feeling. It wasn't something that happened often, and Bela found she liked the way it made her feel.
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The sound of the bells tolling from the Cathedral woke Isabella with a start. She'd almost overslept. Quickly, she splashed her pale face with water and combed her fingers through her dark hair. It wasn't glamorous, but it was enough. With a new plain shift changed into, Bela made her way down into the workshop.
She was greeted with slurs and cursing.
"Can you not wake up on time, GIRL?" Georgio Bolero thundered as Bela shuffled to her workbench, her head hung. "The damn bells have been ringing for ten minutes. The dead would have risen before you!" He stepped closer and cuffed the young woman on the back of the head, hard.
Bela bit down on her lip to keep from crying out, only able to utter the words, "Apologies, Sir."
She got to work right away, though it was harder with shaking hands. Her fingers were deft. In fact, the majority of Bolero's clientele had been earned through Bela's handiwork. Though she was never allowed to make anything for herself, she'd worked to make the most beautiful designs for the rich of Azeroth. And it had earned Georgio a pretty penny over the years.
By lunch, Bela was back to normal, working on shirt after shirt, among other things. Her mind was a million miles away, thinking of what she could speak to Rory about tonight, assuming she was at the Library. She worked late into the night and when she was done, her bones and body ached.
All she wanted to do was lay down and sleep, but the prospect of seeing Rory again gave her a second wind. She would be there, as soon as everyone was asleep.
By the time she got back to the Mage Quarter, Isabella had her new cloak draped over her arm. She would have to scale back up the drain and slip back into the window, but first she took a moment to catch her breath. She hadn't brought any books home, too excited by her new companion. So, she reasoned, she would have to go back tomorrow night. A smile spread across Bela's lips, she could feel a bit of excitement welling up just at the thought of spending time with Rory again.
With a soft sigh, Bela slipped the cloak around her neck and made her way silently back up the side of the rickety building. With four hours to spare before she would need to wake up, Isabella fell asleep with a contented feeling. It wasn't something that happened often, and Bela found she liked the way it made her feel.
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The sound of the bells tolling from the Cathedral woke Isabella with a start. She'd almost overslept. Quickly, she splashed her pale face with water and combed her fingers through her dark hair. It wasn't glamorous, but it was enough. With a new plain shift changed into, Bela made her way down into the workshop.
She was greeted with slurs and cursing.
"Can you not wake up on time, GIRL?" Georgio Bolero thundered as Bela shuffled to her workbench, her head hung. "The damn bells have been ringing for ten minutes. The dead would have risen before you!" He stepped closer and cuffed the young woman on the back of the head, hard.
Bela bit down on her lip to keep from crying out, only able to utter the words, "Apologies, Sir."
She got to work right away, though it was harder with shaking hands. Her fingers were deft. In fact, the majority of Bolero's clientele had been earned through Bela's handiwork. Though she was never allowed to make anything for herself, she'd worked to make the most beautiful designs for the rich of Azeroth. And it had earned Georgio a pretty penny over the years.
By lunch, Bela was back to normal, working on shirt after shirt, among other things. Her mind was a million miles away, thinking of what she could speak to Rory about tonight, assuming she was at the Library. She worked late into the night and when she was done, her bones and body ached.
All she wanted to do was lay down and sleep, but the prospect of seeing Rory again gave her a second wind. She would be there, as soon as everyone was asleep.
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