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"Are you okay? You did not fall too badly did you?"
[Prompt]
"Ah, no, ma'am," Thias replied, and stood so he could dust the vampire ash from his armor. He had been lucky he and the creature hadn't tumbled far from where they initially fell. "I'll be right as rain after a little bit. No lasting injuries."
(( booksandbrimstone's Fienelef. I drew it a couple weeks ago for some practice, and to thank booksandbrimstone for being a great RP partner. Loved doing the freckles. ))
"Oh, gods. How long have you been there?"
"Oh, only the night," the Imperial casually replied, as he looked up from the book to the Breton who had just awoken. "I decided it best not to wake you, and instead have devoted myself to reading."
Setting the book aside, he rose from her chair. “Now that you’re awake though, I have a small favor to ask of you…” He trailed off, as he thought over his last statement. “Perhaps not small, but nothing unreasonable.”
"You are being ridiculous"
The Imperial cast his glare down upon Fi. “Oh so I am the one who is being ridiculous? I lose one book a long time ago, and now I am unable to borrow another? A book which was eventually retrieved too!” He released a huff of air. “Fine then, don’t lend it to Enovire, the bane of books.”
Regarding that Book (Enovire|Fienelef)
Enovire sat alone at Fienelef's desk reading an old leather bound book; a smile of amusement spread across his face as he flipped through the pages. It had been early afternoon when he had first arrived to find her room empty. In response he had searched through her books for something interesting to read. Time stretched into hours as he drank in the wonderful collection of anecdotes before him; he rapaciously devoured the words on each page, one at a time.
He found himself caught in the snare of a story when he heard the faint sound of footsteps approaching from down the hall. With some reluctance he closed the book and hastily placed it on the desk across from him. As he withdrew his arm, he knocked over an inkwell, causing a black river to flow forth. With a deft swipe he snatched up a pile of papers, rescuing them from the spill. With his free hand he set the inkwell back upright.
The sound of footsteps drew closer until at last coming to a stop. He turned toward the door to spot Fi, standing in the doorway. Shuffling the papers in his hands, he looked back toward the mess that he had created as he fumbled with his words, "I well um returned regarding the book that I borrowed..."
You're not a Deer! [[Erissa and Fienelef]]
Erissa could never give a definitive answer as to why she sometimes went to hunt in Winterhold. She said it was because the game was more hearty because of the harsh conditions, but she knew in her heart, it was because of the piece and quiet the snow covered land gave.
Unfortunately, she had only managed to hunt two rabbits. This was enough for her and Accalica until they got back to a hold with a higher population of animals, but she wanted to hold out for a fox, or maybe a deer.
She had sent Accalica off to hunt on her own, knowing the wolf could handle herself. Now the Altmer waited, crouched in the same position for a few hours, snow covered her cloak and pretty much everything else. She was about to give up when she heard some twigs snapping in the distance. She readied an arrow and waited for the target to come into sight.
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7: Slap you
Reeling from the punch to her jaw, Tort struck out blindly, and successfully smacked the palm of her hand across the other's cheek.
