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Posted: Sun Oct 18, 2015 5:15 pm
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Posted: Sun Oct 18, 2015 5:44 pm
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2pm - Horseman Tower - Famine Living Quarters
He hadn't really been sure if Na'ima would be home when he stopped by that afternoon, but in a way it worked out better that she wasn't.
Earlier that day, Wrath had been sent out by one of the priestesses of death to collect some of the ingredients needed for trance. It was a menial task, but one that he found himself sent on often, especially since things were a bit quiet, and there was not a lot of actual soldiering needed. Today, however, he decided to pick up a little extra of each plant and herb that was required than usual, putting these excess ingredients in a pouch on his belt.
It was this pouch that he left at the entrance way of Na'ima's home, with a hastily scribbled note attached to it.
Quote: Na, Thought that you might like to try your hand at concocting some new potions with these. P.S.This is definitely not me courting you. -W
With that task out of the way, he left to see if Sal was home, because he hadn't had a chance to harass him relentlessly in a while and there was no time like the present.
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Posted: Sun Oct 18, 2015 10:29 pm
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3pm - Horseman Tower - Death Training Grounds
It was easy to lose himself during the course of his training exercises, especially since he had to stay extremely focused, or risk becoming sliced into pieces. So, of course, he didn't notice when Na'ima arrived, his concentration understandably elsewhere.
He had just ducked and dove under a large, swinging blade and managed to come out the other side unscathed, when he heard her voice ringing out. At first, he did not turn, instead backing towards where the shout had come from while scanning the fields for any immediate threats.
When it appeared he was in the clear, he de-summoned his weapon and turned, jogging to the edge of the field when he spotted the famine mare, a large grin on his face.
His body was half bare, and slick with sweat, but he reached for her anyways, and pulled her in, and up, as he bowed down to give her a long kiss in greeting before any words were said.
And then, only then once the kiss was broken.
"You're welcome."
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