TheDookieNut

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"I'm sure you shall." The elder guard smiled, the creases of age gathering on his brow and around his eyes. His attention shifted to his own family as the two brothers returned inside the shaded halls of their home. Their voices and laughter trailed off, leaving Rhoynar and his companion to whatever remained of their day. The former watched his two family members depart before stepping to the side to guide Illinfer to a quiet and unfrequented area of their home. Thick vines wrapped around stone and wood, covering each wall with a layer of sharp green thorns. Above them shone the morning sun, warm yet subdued by the spring air. Along each wall and vine sat a vivid, claret red roses, open and aimed directly at the sky. The gardens were a sight of beauty, a sanctuary of peace and tranquility. The roses were native to Illium, as the roses his family loved could not cope with the chilled weather in the west.

Rhoynar followed behind his Illinfer, stopping as she did. She stood out in Astipor. Pale with her own dark features. Rhoynar took a moment to look her from head to foot, her dark hair, her eyes, her skin, the mark on her neck, her hips, and her legs. She would stand out beyond the shores of Astipor, and with the heat that hounded the air in the Second East, he doubted it would be long at all before her skin held the glow of sunlight. His attention shifted to her words when she spoke again.
“I talked to the guild. They offer assistance and protection.” Rhoynar felt his shoulders ease with the knowledge safety. "My word is enough for them to start patrolling the city and scouting ways to get them out of here if need be. These people are very capable. They've done this a few times before. If you want to who you're dealing with I can set up a meeting.” The cost would be less than the cost of losing his family, it was of little concern.

Rhoynar took a short step forwards and pulled Illinfer close, his head paused by her own.
"Whatever the cost, I will cover it. Thank you." He muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. His arms felt strong, his hands coarse, his skin a strange scent of spices not native to the western islands, a mix of fragrant flowers and warm spices; he lingered for no longer than a moment. As his arms stirred, his attention shifted to her neck. With one hand he gestured towards her neck, gently easing her own fingers from the wound. "Forgive me, but what happened?" The Knight queried, eyes trailing back up to her own. It wasn't an injury he'd noticed before- Her skin felt soft unlike his own.

Year One [ Closed for TheDookieNut and El Taco Taco ]

Hey! Take your time :) Seriously, real life is way more important and I can wait :)

But yay! Muse!!

I hope you're able to relax after all the adulting

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Oh my god, its adorable!

I'm about 1/3 the way through, so it will be up before the hour's up :)
Just wondering on how to make Rhoynar react ^^

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Still! Don't like making you wait all the time

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Of course! Our roleplay is waaay awesome :)

(Also replying tonight, mass work stress yesterday)

Subscription Page has totally gone

Whenever I click Subscriptions it says "Not Found".
I'm on mobile so I don't know what the PC version of this issue is.

It's intermittent

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@Xhala Hey! Of course it is :)

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With the thunder of an anxious heart still bouncing against his skin, Rhoynar watched as the quarter conversed over the remains of juices and wine. There stood no sign of battle, not indications of harm, no remains of a siege; only the cheery laughter of his youngest brother. The man began his descent down the spiral stairs that connected a small railed alcove above the hall below. Rhoynar's feet carried his at a pace that bordered between a sprint and a brisk walk. The relief of seeing his family unharmed was equal to almost none. The dream had felt so real, so absolute, but as were dreams of such fear. Nightmares were never pleasurable. They existed to torture and wined the mind into a fearful state until sunrise. Rhoynar continued, the soft patter of leather on the stone floor following each step.

"You could see the priests lighting fires and the huge cloths and all the colours-"
"Rion, the festival was too late for you to be awake."
"But, there was so much happening!"
"You should listen to your mother. You'll never grow up to be as strong as a knight if you don't listen to her."
The exchange, whilst short, gave Rhoynar the final ability to relax. His parents, both black of hair with skin the colour of cured leather, seemed as in love as the day they first met. His mother's soft features matching the weary but passionate expression of his father. They were a couple to be jealous of. Their short moments together, holding hands, taking a moment to admire the views, or even stealing glances across busy rooms, they were a pair to admire. His siblings shared similar features, his brother carrying his mother's soft eyes and his father jaw, stern and serious, hair as wild as their grandfather's. His sister had inherited the looks of their grandmother. Her skin shone the colour of sand, eyes blue and figure slim. She was a sight to see, hair twisted, each curl catching the sun's rays from outside.

"But it will never happen again." Rion frowned, folding his arms and looking down at the wooden table. He soon shrieked with laughter and his father pulled him from his seat and turned up around in his arms.
"It happens every year, my boy. One day you'll be old enough to go. You're only ten summer's, you should be practicing with swords." The man laughed, tickling his son until another sight caught his eye. "Rhoynar! You're home!" Rion struggled from his father's grip and hurried over, embracing the knight's waist as tight as he could. He made his way towards the table and took a moment to greet his mother. She may have been young in appearance but the west had aged her. Her face wrinkled under her eyes and around her mouth, lines of worry and concern.

"Hello, mother." Rhoynar whispered. his arms wrapping around her shoulders. The moment was brief, but seeing her eyes content, Rhoynar felt himself relax. His father quickly handed him a cup and wine before regaling the events since their son's departure some weeks before. Rhoynar listened intently, his lips tugging into a smile as their tales of the paradise they called home became conversation once again. Astipor was a haven among the grey cities of Illuim. Vibrant with culture and a city filled with citizens of varying colour and faith, all sharing the belief of Eyo and her family. However it was only an echo of the world beyond the ocean and into the Second East. Towering cities bathed in white, homes overflowing with gold, merchant ships painted with vibrant colours, and smells beyond the imagination. Rhoynar felt the same sense of excitement to be crossing over as always.

"What did Grey want with you?" His father finally asked, cutting the conversation into silence instantly. Eight eyes turned to look at their kin, waiting to hear what one of the most powerful Lords in the west had wanted with their son.
"He's asked me to find someth-" Rhoynar stopped, his heart racing again as a shout passed through the open windows and into the hall. His feet carried him over to the door, his mind momentarily fearing for Illinfer's safety. His eyes paused on a duo, both at arms, both at a stalemate. He soon heard the rumbling laugh of his father, the clap of his hands as he walked out into the yard.

"Brother! She almost had you, we're going to have to get your practicing more." He chuckled, moving past Illinfer to embrace the man Rhoynar called uncle. His hair and features were almost identical, yet the greying of age had set upon the guard, his eyes tired and his hair thinning.
"She's talented, I'll give her that."
"Aye, but use a curved blade and she's at a loss." Rhoynar smiled, finally joining his father and uncle opposite Illinfer. He clasped the man firmly before turning to offer Illinfer a hand to rise. He would explain their quest in private, scour his father's library before leaving the city shortly after noon. They'd be across the see before the end of the fortnight.

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Haha, that's the good thing about exercise :P overeat? Just an extra hour or so and its all gone ^^

Oh my god! They're the best!