Main Thread WWR III

Light

In a strange dream, she had noticed that it wasn’t her usual nightmare. It was... the land around here. She went through the trees, as if she were flying straight through every branch, nook, and leaf. Then she saw a man, build like a bridge, and her vision ran straight into him, his dark eyes focusing at her for only a second before she felt as if she did run into him. Then, at moment of impact, a word bounced in her head. Was it her own name? What was it? It felt too important. But it was gone and far lost, with a word from the reality replacing it: “... PRISSY TAIL...” Light’s eyes opened slowly, her hand instinicly reaching and leaning whatever drool. What was that word? She sat up and ran her fingers through her hair, trying to rub it out, but sighed after a moment. The young dragon that yelled from out of the den, she rubbed her eyes. After staring at her hands, she slowly got up and stretched. She wore a simple navy blue dress, long sleeved for the cool wind and even colder nights. Although, the collar of the dress from the previous owner was stretched quite a bit, or that was the style, for her shoulder remained exposed. Her instinics kicked in and moved, like every day before, to the small fire that pratically split the room between Ember and herself. She reached for the tea pot, which only had water in it, and opened the small lid; taking a long drink. Her tired eyes finally looked at Ember, wondering how she had gotten a follower such as the dragon outside.

Sapphire Sabre Nolan

The air held a crisp feel, as a soft breeze blew about. The colors of the leave have come once again; how many years has it been? Nearly four. She spent four years with a man whom she has always been cautious with. Why? Because she left the Knights. She’s his knight for a moment, until he finds whatever that Seth searches for. But her feels for the man she stays with have been a rollercoaster. Something in the air, though, of this morning is making her think of a change. In recent changes, they had moved into a small house. She would dare to even say a cabin, but it’s enough for the two of them. Sapphire took in a breathe, her hand going up and touching her braid, had it grown longer nearly everyday. Then, finally, something took her out of her thoughts; her horse had roamed to the center of the village, and she heard whispers of a small grouping looking for a girl. Couldn’t be her, certainly, but the story did sound interesting. Small pieces connected, then people would spread it farther to make it even more complicated. A girl from the North, in the cold, and something about the Hidden Village. She hopped off the horse, glancing at a few jars filled between honey, jams, and preserved food. Winter would be coming, some say earlier, and she didn’t feel like eating meat constantly. “I’ll take three of these,” she said to a man, who eyed her, before smiling at the sight of coin in front of him. Should get salt later on... And for a moment, she had forgotten she had ever climbed back on her horse and began to return to the small hut; thinking about the future. Again.

Chloe Freshwater, Norman Freshwater

“Old man, are you sure this is enough?” She huffed, setting a crate down in the storage down below, with only a small candle lighting. The crates held what they had grown along with trades and barters they made along the way. “Please, don’t make me laugh. This is the same amount as last year. We’ll live,” a man sat on a wooden chair above, glancing down at her, a pipe in his mouth. “If anything goes to shit, then Daniel can handle two more,” he grumbled. The girl glanced up for a second. Daniel worked off the farm, constantly, with all sorts of jobs he could find; just to be away from the place. But her life sentencing will be here, until she finds a reason to leave. Maybe a fine girl? She came back up with the candle and blew it out. The man returned his stare to the window, his mouth withdrawing smoke. She walked passed him, and fell on a sofa, that was about as comfortable as a stack of hay. She reached for a book that rested on the floor next to it, and continued to read wherever she was before. Her metallic eyes looked back at the kitchen, where her father sat, still staring, as if waiting for someone.

Daniel Freshwater

His metallic eyes found the door of the bar, as he stood behind the bar itself, and watched a interesting crowd walked in. A man, built like a bloody bridge, a small girl who danced with freckles, and a elf, nearly the same as the man next to him, but with... A interesting vibe. “How can I help you,” he smiled easily, sliding the bandana that rested on his forehead, up a bit, just to hold his hair back. The three sat down, the girl smiling a bit at the elf, and he smirked a bit; the older man, though, sat quietly. He looked tired, more than anything- “Ale, any of the damn flavors or what not,” a thick Irish accent came from the elf and Daniel smiled in delight. It’s been a while since they had someone with such a accent. “No problem,” he reached below for a glasses, and for a split second, his hands froze the glass itself; careful to not make the glass brittle and enough to make the glass cold. He reached a bottle from the display and opened it easily, a popping sound echoing, and he poured them all a drink. “Leave the bottle,” the smaller girl surprised him and he nodded with a simple smile. “Have you... Seen a girl, white hair, blue eyes?” The man asked, his voice low and husky. It made Daniel get goosebumps when he stared into the eyes of the man; it was dark, tired, as if aimlessly searching for the girl. “White hair? Nope,” the young man shook his head, crossing his arms. “There was something like that years ago at our yearly festival. But I don’t get around much, so, it’s rare for me to remember a face,” he smiled weakly. But, they all exchanged glances, as if some hope lingered in them all.

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Chloe Freshwater

"That does it, I'm bored," she calls out to the open air, startling her father at first. She tossed the book on the sofa and began to squeeze on her leather boots that were caked with dirt. "I'll be back-" And her father was just about to say something but she quickly closed the door. She rushed to the stable and opened it wide. "Please... Don't tell me Daniel took..." A breathe left her body: Her brother took the best horse. "Why? He's just taking it to work," she mutters, going to the next best thing: The mule. "Come on, Holly," she mutters, grabbing some reins off the wall. After a few minutes of tying a saddle and managing to not get bitten by the animal when she tried to put the reins in, she swings on the animal. "And we are off," she fixed the bangs in front of her hair and left the barn as is. There was small word about travelers looking for someone. I'll just avoid town... Just in case... She rides along the country side, bouncing along, eyeing the small houses that people either built or are renting. Just depends on the owner is the real trick. "Speak of the devil..." For a moment, she was scared to her toes, but kept at her pace, slowing down to the man. "Why isn't it Mr... Diddly.” And she received an easy sharp glare back, already frustrated with the day. "I told you, young girl, to stop saying my family name like that." Chloe leaned in, a wolfish grin, "What's wrong, Diddly, someone clogged the fireplace with sheets again? Or did someone tip you over in the latrines the night before..." The man then paused and stared at her hard. "How do you know about that?" The girl paused and jumped a bit, lightly kicking the side of her mule. "Hm? About what?" She strode onto the property, as the man yelled behind her, but continued to walk off. Chloe merrily laughed, going to the back of the small... Shack. "Who couldn't afford this..." she whispered, eyeing the whole place.

Norman Freshwater

A spark of annoyance landed on him, watching his youngest daughter rush off. "Don't bother your brother!" He yelled, but was sure the thick door was enough to bounce off his voice. "Or anyone, for that matter..." he muttered to himself, watching the girl swing open the barn door a moment, then rush off just as quick. The moment she left, he slowly raised from his seat, walking over to the living room, his cane holding up his left side. Rushes of memories hit him if he ever entered the room, and everyday, he has to pass them. He swallowed hard, not allowing any tears this time, and walked through. He went into the hall and turned into the last bedroom on the right.

Daniel Freshwater

He paused, eyeing the travelers, then filled up a frosted covered glass with water. He went from around the bar and walked to the front of the bar, eyeing from the left, then right; then saw him. His steps wandered over, eyeing the man. "Beautiful morning, hm?" He smiled lightly at the suns gaze that almost stung. "Here," he bent over, setting the glass of water next to his hand. He then walked back inside, after double checking if there was anyone else, and eyed the bar. Right where I left it... he thought to himself, eyeing everyone. He went around to the bar once more, and eyed the three once again. They spoke softly, but then the elf to he group disperse from the two. He walked out quietly, but Daniel couldn't help but to admire the tattoos and ruggedness of him. But then quietly filled up the glasses once more.

Nash Thornbuck

"I'm going to keep an eye out," he told him, with a straight face, before leaving the bar. He eyed the man against the building, on the ground, and began to walk off. Fucking christ that was boring... And the tension in that room... He rubbed the back of his neck, trying to wipe off the feeling. He wondered into the market place, bored, counting all the elves that he saw. Or maybe eyeing someone, seeing if they were a dragon. Ever since he found out... It drove him crazy. Any of these people could be a dragon. That child, woman-- Who knows, maybe even that mutt over there. A voice rang in his ears, a shop keeper, trying to "catch his attention." His face cringed at the woman's voice; "ARROWS FROM THE SOUTH! FOUND IN THE GRAVES OF FALLEN WARRIORS!" Who would want that? His pinkie rubbed his ear, seeing if it was possible to get any of his hearing back, but only a soft ring followed suit. He managed to find a jar of peaches, buying it was a simple toss of a small bag of coins; if there was any. His legs moved slowly away, then faster into the crowd the moment the man found out. A girl on a horse was in his way, so he ended up moving to the side, in between vendors, and stood in the shadows as "security" ran passed to find him. The moment he did, he walked in a different direction, holding the jar against the sunlight, eyeing it almost proudly. It was probably going to be his last jar of the season...