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Posted: Thu Mar 28, 2013 9:53 am
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Lucien stifled a yawn as he followed his mother, Luralai, through the forest. They were out collecting herbs and other things for some of her potions. She was running quite low from the splurge she had gone on to spite her daughter. Lucien wasn't really that interested in spiting his sister, he was more fond of laying his traps. She was his testing subject most of the time, a habit his mother encouraged.
Today though, today he wasn't as interested in collecting the ingredients as his mother wanted him to be and it wasn't long before she snapped at him. "Lucien! Pay attention to what you're collecting. That herb is beneficial to her! That's it, go somewhere else and practice your traps!" she snarled, grabbing the basket from him and storming away. Bewildered, Lucien ran his hand through his hair, and turned to meander towards town.
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Posted: Thu Mar 28, 2013 10:15 am
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Icicle snickers at the mother snapping at her son. Or at least they look like mother and son. The boy does seem distracted though, and very cute. Thinking about it for only a moment, Icy casually heads his way. Looking around, she 'accidentally' bumps into him. "Watch where you're going." It's said very off handed, not snapped or anything. Looking up at him she smiles slyly. "Why hello there. Who might you be?"
She has fairly unusual markings, at least of any she's ever seen. Icicle has blue hearts on her face, legs, chest, and hip. They match her cropped hair in color, blue and ice blue. Her spikes are various shades of blues, though she mostly ignores she has them. However, her tail has a mind of it's own.
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Posted: Sun Apr 21, 2013 12:30 pm
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Posted: Mon Jun 17, 2013 5:59 pm
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Posted: Mon Jul 29, 2013 2:05 am
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"You might want to be more careful in where you wander," Lucien told her seriously. "Luralai doesn't like visitors." 'Or at least not conscious ones anyway,' he thought to himself, remembering the fae she had had him collect for her spells. Edging slightly away from the tail, which was looking at him hungrily, he gestured for her to follow him. There was a town he was heading towards anyway, might as well lead her there.
"You probably won't want to stick around here for long, but I can show you around the town, I guess," he told her off-hand, still slightly irritated. Mother would definitely throw a fit if this one stuck around. Not bothering to check over his shoulder, he assumed she was following and spoke accordingly. "Do you live nearby, or just wander around from town to town?" he asked.
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Posted: Mon Jul 29, 2013 3:16 am
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"What? Yes, Luralai would be the-" Lucien began to answer, not really paying attention to the question until he realized what the question implied. 'She had been close enough to see him with his mother? Drat! That meant she had been following him for quite some time. He would really need to pay more attention to his surroundings if that was the case.' Casting a sideways glance at her, he decided he'd answered enough that it would be a folly not to finish. "She was the one I was with. Though it wouldn't be in your best interest to let her know you were close enough to see that."
An unreadable grunt was all the answer she got for her suggestion. Continuing to stride forward, he made his way towards the dirt road that most fae took to get to the village. "Indeed, mother likes to keep her children close," he told her, giving no hint that he wished otherwise. Under his breath he muttered something along the lines of "though some children she wished weren't so close." Hoping she hadn't caught that, he continued as if he hadn't said anything. "Do you have anywhere to stay or would you like me to show you one of the inns in the town? Mother doesn't like company, so I couldn't offer you a place to stay."
Love Renewed xD Rofl. Right now, he's telling me she's a fluffhead. //not a bad thing, just saying since it amuses me. 3nodding
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