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Post by Jenny Night on Jun 17, 2010 5:32:37 GMT -5
Maya Lewis I sigh as I tested the string of my longbow. It was handmade to resemble that of an elf's but the things was, I was the owner and maker of this one. Many months I had taken to make this. My horse stood near me, tied to one of the trees and the quiver was actually attached to her saddle. I owned an ancherage of land and she lived with me and my three little girls. I released the arrow and it hit the stump. OOC: bow quiver
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Post by Kanchana on Jun 17, 2010 5:40:07 GMT -5
Ceylon Andrew Richards
The familar twang of a bow struck him and he paused, the handsome head lifted to stare into the distance and waited to hear it once more. Oddly, nothing came again. He shook his head, the grey eyes searching the land as he jogged on the path. His shirt, army green, was still fresh for he had just started.
The soft strides continued up the path, pausing as he spotted her. Her mouth, pulled into a small pout of concentration. Her beautiful, blonde curls pulled back into a rough ponytail. He smiled, watching her move gracefully with the large bow. It was rare, he knew, to see such a well made bow. He moved from the path, pushing though the trees and stood to the side of the clearing. "Morning.." he said, eyes roaming over her once more and smiled warmly.
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Post by Jenny Night on Jun 17, 2010 5:46:42 GMT -5
Maya Lewis Hearing someone's footsteps jogging in my direction, I lowered the bow carefully, not letting any of the large weapon touch the ground. Then i turned to face him, my eyes wary. I was not the easiest of people for anyone to talk to, my entire life had been hard.
Reaching up behind me, I stuck the bow carefully into the compartment of the leather attachment on my horse's saddle. As I did so, the arrow in my hand disappeared into the quiver there as well.
"Hello," i said, a little shy, but still polite. My mare whinnied, and I gently removed the bridle from her so she could graze while i talked to this stranger. That he was in the army was unmistakable, my people had fought his once. Sadly, i have been behind that as well. I had given many orders in my brief stint in the Italian army.
My mare moved away from me, not really minding the weight of the bow and quiver attached to her. My eyes ran up and down him, taking in all the muscles he had. He would not eb easy for em to defend myself against I had the feeling. Not that he'd get that close.
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Post by Kanchana on Jun 17, 2010 6:23:56 GMT -5
Ceylon smiled, taking a slight step towards her slowly and offered a hand. "I'm Ceylon," he said with a boyish grin and his grey eyes lit up. His eyes followed the mare, the good looking animal, he knew must of been pricey but to a good, caring owner, she would of been worth it. "Your mare," he said and gesuted to the horse "is beautiful, what is her name?"
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Post by Jenny Night on Jun 17, 2010 6:28:30 GMT -5
Maya I thought for a moment before I answered. "her names, Adrina or happiness in Italian." I smiled at him. "She's not that expensive to look after she's a Welsh Cob." I smiled as i watched the mare. I loved her.
"We often come out ehre, but i do not think I have seen you before?"
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Post by Kanchana on Jun 17, 2010 6:32:19 GMT -5
The eyebrows rose and he smiled, dropping his hand from where it rested. "Ahh sei italiano? Si tratta di un buon linguaggio per parlare no?" he asked with a playful grin. "She is beautiful, you are very lucky," he said, eyes watching the mare once more before darting to the beauty before him.
OOC: Ahh sei italiano? Si tratta di un buon linguaggio per parlare no?: Ahh you are Italian? It is a good language to speak no?
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Post by Jenny Night on Jun 17, 2010 6:33:49 GMT -5
Maya I smiled at him again. "I was born in Italy and lived there most of my life, so si I do. Why would I not speak the language of my birth?"
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Post by Kanchana on Jun 17, 2010 6:36:12 GMT -5
Ceylon chuckled, hand running though the short brown locks before answering. "Why would I speak a language that is not my own?" he asked not expecting an answer. "Some people do not learn such things, they rarely chose not too." He shot her a grin and nodded to the longbow. "That is," he stated "a beautiful and rarely crafted bow..wherever did you get it?" he asked
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Post by Jenny Night on Jun 17, 2010 6:39:00 GMT -5
Maya I laughed, seeing a joke in his words in my own mind. "I did not get it anywhere. i crafted it with my own hands."
I smiled. "I do not have the money to buy things like this so I took the wood from the trees at my house and things, using a branch that fell off during a storm. The same goes for the arrows."
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Post by Kanchana on Jun 17, 2010 16:19:08 GMT -5
He rolled his massive shoulders into a shrug and smiled slightly. She was good with her hands, that much was clear. "May I?" he asked, reaching gently towards the mare and rubbing her nose and pulling an arrow from the quiver, weighing it in his hands. "Well done," he said "light, balanced perfectly..you cannot buy ones this good." The eyes darted around the clearing, never stopping there movement, not because there was danger but because he had done it to long for it not to happen.
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Post by Jenny Night on Jun 17, 2010 18:18:19 GMT -5
Maya I smiled and let him, there was no point in being unfreindly and overly protective at the moment. I had few freinds, here in Australia, those who saw me usually ran away seeing as my face had been well known by their own soldiers.
So many of them I had killed in an indirect way. And yet, though my eyes knew he was one of the Australian soldiers, he did nothing that would pose a threat to me? He did not even seem to know who it was that stood before him.
I knew the name that his people gave me, Revenge-filled Lion, and though I understood why they did, it embarrassed me. To me it only made sense that i was the one to bring down those men, they never seemed to be able to hurt a girl.
I smiled though. "I was taught by someone how to make such things. A needed thing seeing as I have no money at all, migrating here with my daughters took it all."
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Post by Kanchana on Jun 18, 2010 1:27:03 GMT -5
The eyes flickered over to her for a moment. A mother? Here alone? He looked around, as if expecting to see the children running around behind her. His gaze returned to her once more, frowning slightly as he thought. "Your name?" he asked quietly "you are yet to tell me your beautiful name."
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Post by Jenny Night on Jun 18, 2010 1:38:04 GMT -5
Maya I thought about that for a second, knowing that names could be powerful things if known by someone who you did not trust and who did not trust you. Somehow I somehow knew that would not be the case with him. Don't ask how I knew, I just felt that way at the moment. "Maya Lewis is my name." I shuddered as I said the last name I'd been born with. The man responsible for it was no father. I was wary of this guy though, since i knew there was a chance he knew me from that fighting.
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Post by Kanchana on Jun 18, 2010 1:46:11 GMT -5
Shock passed his face as he put a face to the name. Though, he wouldn't comment on such things. All people deserved a second chance. "It is a pleasure to meet you Maya," he said instead, bowing slightly with a boyish grin.
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Post by Jenny Night on Jun 18, 2010 2:06:13 GMT -5
Maya I smiled a little bit, surprised that his obvious soldier had not shown any sign of recognizing who I was? Everyone in town knew who I was and when they saw me coming they ran for it. It was as if the very sight of my face screamed that I was still that person and dangerous.
I blushed as I thought about that. I knew what he had to be thinking.
"Not a common name in these parts though, sir."
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