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Posted: Wed Jun 10, 2015 3:17 pm
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Old age?! Na'ima gasped and stared at her sister with a look of horror and offense. "Old age?!" Already she was more excitable than Na'ima was known for. "I'll show you old age, you little brat," she threatened as she reached out for Falair, attempting to pull the younger mare to her again while rolling to one side off the chaise and trying to pin her down on the floor. It was very unlike Na'ima if one did not know the Na'ima of the past, before Salbei broke through her wall of seriousness.
Rumors of..? Oh. Oh, Falair. Na'ima grinned, letting out a delighted laugh. "Falair, I am so proud. I would hate to be subject to whatever it is you did to their supplies." She rose to her feet with a chuckle, straightening herself out and collecting her pipe. The contents were properly disposed of, the pipe itself was put away. "Lead the way, dear." One revenge had been dished out. There was still one more that Falair was owed.
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Posted: Mon Jun 15, 2015 1:03 pm
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"Yes, still spry. And I always will be. I am not a creaky old woman, little sister, you will do well to remember that." Tsking, Na'ima set her pipe down on an end table and followed Falair to the door.
She smiled. "Blue, hm? Interesting effect. How did you do it? A dye of some kind that reacts to temperature changes? Water?" Now she wanted to know all about what Falair had been up to, especially if it meant mischief against those of Halloween. However, when Falair stopped at the door and looked around she stopped as well. Her brow raised, and as she pulled her veil up again her eyes became the only visible part of her face once more. "Good, I look forward to this."
It wasn't until they were alone in the elevator that Na'ima finally spoke up again, looking curiously to her sister as she did. "You hesitated as we left. Is everything all right?"
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Posted: Sun Jun 21, 2015 4:39 pm
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Na'ima looked fondly to her sister beside her, reaching out to toy with soft blue hair. She was no fool, but she wouldn't be calling Falair's bluff. She would let her have this. "I am very proud of you, sister," she told her earnestly, smiling behind her veil. "When we return to the tower, together you and I will create things that will make the world regret thinking they could ever break us." Delicate fingers followed Falair's jaw until she was able to give her a playful tap under her chin. If a war was coming she was going to make sure Falair was well prepared.
The elevator stopped at the bottom and Na'ima held an arm out for Falair to exit first, quickly following behind her to catch up to her side. "Mm, yes. You are quite good with Reject, aren't you," she mused aloud as they walked out of the building, moving to link arms with her sister while she strolled.
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Posted: Sat Jul 04, 2015 10:09 am
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Na'ima's smile was wistful behind her veil, a hint of that feeling reaching her voice. "What if, perhaps, that is your calling and you have simply not given it a chance?" She hesitated, looking Falair's way before looking ahead once more. Was that delicate enough? With anyone else she would have simply told them to stop with alchemy and potion making before they killed themselves or someone else, that it wasn't their calling, that they just sucked at it. She cleared her throat, looking away.
"Everything has changed. Our titles and roles, all of it. Everyone is now on equal footing, no one's position is higher than another's..for example, I can no longer be a Sage..." She hesitated again, her smile falling. She remembered being a Sage, of course. Attaining that rank had been one of the proudest moments of her lifetime. She had worked so hard for it, to reach that inner circle and be more than a simple alchemist in the outer circle. "Sages are now those who excel in taming creatures, and that is certainly not where my interests have ever lied. They are diplomats, that kind of thing."
She was frowning again, her gaze lowering slightly. Na'ima didn't need to see where she was going, she trusted Falair knew the directions as this had been her suggestion anyway. "It is upsetting..but there is nothing to be done, I suppose, unless I wish to change my entire life's work simply to be able to call myself that which I rightfully earned." A shrug. "Even if it means I must be expected to work in groups again. Falair, I do not work in groups. You know this." Na'ima huffed and shook her head, her own way of pouting without being completely childish about it. It didn't sit right with her, she definitely didn't like this change.
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Posted: Mon Jul 13, 2015 2:51 pm
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Ah, now that was a lovely sight. Na'ima hummed with her approval as she walked to the water's edge, admiring it for a few moments before she turned away to approach the table with her sister. Her veils were removed first, each one delicately placed on the table with the utmost care and love, especially the long white one. She chuckled at Falair's words. "Ah, yes. Salbei has a young filly he holds a certain amount of admiration for. She was once so desperate for love I gave her a long list of ingredients for a truth serum, but most of them were completely unnecessary and entirely for my gain. Lovely, no? It is almost depressing that they fell for things like that, instead of doing the proper research to see you are scamming them." Na'ima reached out to put a hand at the back of Falair's neck and gently pull her close, pressing her lips to the mare's head in a sweet kiss. "I am very proud of you. But now you will no longer need to do any of this, since you are coming home with me, after all. You will want for nothing, dear sister."
Her clothes were removed and folded carefully, then set with her scarves and veils. And then finally she began to gather up her hair, tying and pinning it in place until nearly every strand was atop her head secured from getting terribly wet. She stepped away from the table to enter the water, immediately letting out a sigh of relief until she was shoulder deep in it and sitting relaxed against one of the walls. Lovely.
"Those young things, so obsessed with love. Did I ever tell you I once attended one of Amityville's proms they hold for their students each year? Mmur and a Conquest horseman named Jing escorted me."
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