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Posted: Wed May 29, 2013 11:50 pm
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Posted: Thu May 30, 2013 11:56 am
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Posted: Thu May 30, 2013 12:06 pm
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Posted: Fri May 31, 2013 10:55 am
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Posted: Fri May 31, 2013 11:13 am
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Aeron's thought process was along the lines of why such a meek mare was wandering around the specified space for death horseman, priestess's would probably eat her alive for even daring to tread their ground. At least, his former priestess was.
unfortunately, she was dead. And being born from a conquest pony himself, he dictated to manners to address her. His face forever remaining stoic. it was hard to do otherwise.
"I'm sorry, but when you are so quiet Mare, I cannot hear you." Aeron gruffed, "Speak louder. Make your intention clearer." He continued to look down at her. "Project your voice by swallowing large airfuls, then expelling as you speak. Come, like me." Why was Aeron giving her lessons on speaking up.
"I AM A SEAMSTRESS." Aeron repeated loudly. "I AM OFFERING TO FIX YOUR SHIRT."
He nodded to her now, willing her to try. His ripped shirt was lost in the need to have the mare speak more strongly.
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Posted: Fri May 31, 2013 11:16 am
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Posted: Fri May 31, 2013 11:23 am
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Posted: Fri May 31, 2013 11:34 am
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Posted: Fri May 31, 2013 11:38 am
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Posted: Fri May 31, 2013 11:42 am
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Posted: Fri May 31, 2013 11:51 am
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Aeron blinked, Ah. That was a good result. A crack of smile miraged on his face and he then he felt very confused. Why was she patting him on the head. He was not some young stallion...
Regardless. The end result was some force and her intent was clear to him.
"I apologize, I did not mean to startle you. I am not used to such meek demands and thus, assumed to teach you how to strongly force what you want." He nodded, as he stood up, returning to being to being the taller of the two.
"Please do not leave Young Mare." Aeron's voice actually seemed to soften...just a little. "You are not intruding, and I would greatly appreciate attentions to my attire. I have been in battle long and have only made my way here...recently."
That's cause he was lost the whole time.
"If you will fix my shirt, then you teach me why we do not intimidate others into what we want. I was merely leaning on the teachings of my priestess before she passed. I had thought it would work the same here, and for you."
And just so you know....His face remained the same, the only expression of emotion changing was the tones of his voice. Oh and to add to that, he was now taking his shirt off and holding it out to Ying as some silent peace offering.
"I am Aeron, Death Guardian."
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Posted: Sat Jun 22, 2013 10:02 pm
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Ying stared at the tall man that was forgiving her. Only for a moment, before profusely bowing up and down, her ponytail bobbing in sync. "Thank you for your forgiveness," she recited, rising for the final time to meet Aeron's gaze.
"Let us sit, at least. There is no sense in standing awkwardly about!" she said with a giggle. Looking around, she noticed a set of rocks jutting forth from the ground in a somewhat seat-like fashion. Well, it was no couch, but it would have to do.
Ying fluttered to the rocks, placing herself upon them and patting the shirt down to make it even. "You are not from here?"
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