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* Sabrina is standing in the Market square talking with a few women there. She has a basket over one arm, and smiles as they talk. <Sabrina> ::A little girl comes running up and tugs on Sabrina's dress. Sabrina bends down and talks with the little girl. The child seems persistent, and soon the women also join in her requests. Sabrina glances around the square and then nods a bit reluctantly.:: <Sabrina> ::She walks to the end of the square and places her basket on the ground. The women and child follow her. She begins to sing, a soft slow song, and plays the mandolin that she had slung over her back:: * Fosst steps into the square, looking about. He's wearing the new, trim brown cloak that Sabrina gave to him not long ago. He has a sack in his hand and a puzzled expression on his face. * Sabrina continues to sing, looking a bit less nervous. She moves smoothly into a quicker dancing tune. * Fosst hears the music, and sees Sabrina from far off. He circles a long way around, apparently searching for someone in the crowd. <Sabrina> ::a few more people stop to listen. As the crowd grows Sabrina appears a bit more nervous. As she finishes the song she sets aside her mandolin. A few people call out for another song. some requesting specific songs. She nods and begins to sing another, more upbeat song. In the shadows of the building behind her a figure shifts just a bit.:: * Fosst looks to be satisfied about finding whoever he was looking for, and approaches Sabrina's performance to listen. He watches and listens closely, but doesn't try to distract her. * Sabrina doesn't seem to notice Fosst. She seems to get lost in her music, having picked a particularly complicated song to sing. She also does not notice the figure in the shadows behind her. She closes her eyes and begins to sing the most complex part of the song. One of the men in the crowd begins to slowly make his way closer to the front. The man in the shadows comes out behind her and grabs her just as the man in front comes to stand before her, and turns to the crowd. "You people should not be lingering here wasting your time away." * Fosst sees the man moving forward in the crowd and almost looks to switch modes. His expression becomes sour as he steps forward to lay a heavy hand calmly on the man's shoulder. "That ys not for you to judge, sirrah." <Priest> Go about your business now, and stop wasting your time here. ::he turns to Fosst:: Go now ::waves his hand a bit:: * Fosst ignores him totally, and looks over his shoulder at the man holding Sabrina. "That, syr, is impolite." He pulls back his hood as he walks toward the man holding Sabrina, without looking at her at all. * Sabrina struggles against the man holding her. She drops her mandolin and reaches for the dagger in her boot, but not before her hits her on the back of her head with the pommel of his sword. <Sabrina> ::The Priest standing away from Sabrina reaches out and grabs Fosst:: We will deal with her. You, sir, should leave now. * Fosst snarls, dodging the hand of the priest behind him. He whips out a punching dagger from somewhere over his shoulder with unnvering speed while his hair flies open and objects tinkle to the ground like pins, and the punching dagger is swiftly at the aggressor's neck. "Don't... move." <Fosst> {Don't tempt me to use old arts, my friend, else you won't look fondly on this day--} <Fosst> "Release her, now." <Sabrina> ::The priest looks strangely calm and holds his hands up to Fosst:: My trouble is not with you sir. I suggest you head on your way. ::Sabrina is pulled back into the shadows of the building while Fosst is turned:: * Fosst lowers his brow to glare at the priest, incensed. "My frynd has suffered much at your hands, I suspyct, and I will not tolerate you acting so!" * Fosst eyes him warily a last time, and folds up the punching dagger, stepping away. He turns, only to see that Sabrina is gone. <Sabrina> ::the priest narrows his gaze at Fosst:: I suspect if you knew what was good for you, you would not be keeping company with such demonistic women. ::the priest turns to go just as Fosst turns:: * Fosst looks back and forth, poised for action, but does not see Sabrina anywhere. He casts a look down at the fallen pins and curses. He eyes the alleyway, and moves quickly forward to investigate it. <Sabrina> ::There is a soft shuffling noise a bit ahead of him:: * Fosst pushes his mane of hair out of his face, which is almost long enough to trail behind him like a short cape as he moves swiftly forward. <Sabrina> ::the man holding Sabrina has slung her over his shoulder and is heading out into the street with her, moving swiftly towards the city wall:: * Fosst steps forward quietly, a hand hovering over his pocket, and sees the man escaping with Sabrina. He quickens his pace, and begins to focus... <Sabrina> ::the man reaches the wall and attaches Sabrina to a rope that is hanging. He glances back as she is hefted up towards the top of the wall:: * Fosst approaches the man as he draws his punching dagger from his pocket. "You'd byst tell your comrades to lyt her down! Why are you doing thys?" <Sabrina> ::The man pulls his short sword out and holds it towards Fosst:: This is none of your affair. She is acting against the will of our god and needs to repent and be cleansed. * Fosst looks outraged, and sees Sabrina being pulled over the wall, and curses. He stops moving forward, and returns his attention to the man. "Wyll of god? How could syinging oppose divine wyll? It has taken place for cynturies!" <Sabrina> ::the man lowers his sword just a bit:: Singing in public, taking people's attention away from their responsibilities and using magic to control their minds. She needs to repent and be cleansed. * Fosst straightens, and stows his punching dagger. "Really...? I..." His expression shifts. "I never knew it--affected people's mynds..." * Sabrina slips over the wall and disappears outside the city. * Fosst asks, more calmly, "But how can you repair such yllness? Where could you take such a person?" * Lisl studies down the main thoroughfare crossing the market square wearing her green-and-grey hunting suedes, a brace of rabbits hung from her belt. * Fosst looks at the man with an inquiring look. "I had no ydea... but--who do you serve, doing thys?" <Sabrina> ::The man lowers his sword completely:: We will take her back to our temple and help her see her wrong ways. We serve Iyachtu Xvim. * Fosst nods, as if distractedly, and holds a hand to his head. "I see--I apologyze for raising my weapon upon you... Surely yt was the music." He looks at himself, as if for the first time. "I must go." * Lisl pauses to purchase an apple from a vendor, continuing her way across the square. <Sabrina> ::the man nods and places a hand on Fosst's shoulder:: We will help her. * Fosst nods. "Aye--please, do. For I knew her." He nods to him again, and leaves the alley. * Lisl pauses with a frown, bending to touch the broken pieces of a mandolin pushed off into a rubbish pile. She brings her hand to her nose, and looks up as her frown deepens, scanning the square. <Sabrina> ::the man disappears up the wall, on the same rope that pulled Sabrina over:: * Fosst steps into the square from an alley, wearing a thin brown cloak with the hood pushed back. His hair flows down to his back, long and knotted. He looks up, and moves faster toward the square as he sees Lisl. {Lisl! Is it you?} * Lisl bares her teeth as she spots a man climbing the town wall on the other side of the square, and starts in that direction at a run. Fosst! Where-- {Have you seen Sabrina?} * Fosst nods quickly, casting a glance at the scattered pins on the ground of the square as he dashes past them. {Yes--two men, speaking of cleansing and repentance hauled her away--I couldn't stop them on my own. There were two of them, priests.} <Lisl> ::snarling:: "Repentance"?? ::unhooks the rabbits from her belt and tosses them on the counter of a startled farmer's stall, dashing towards the wall at speed:: * Fosst continues as he tries hard to keep up, almost shouting in the guttural tones of Uthgardt, {They said they were worshippers of Yachtoo-Svim, or some god like it, and they were taking her to their temple! Know you where it is?} <Lisl> ::shaking her head, pausing briefly to let a cart trundle past and give Fosst a chance to catch up:: {New one on me... they're not from around here, I'd imagine.} * Fosst slows, and is nearly caught up to Lisl by the time the cart has passed. {I prayed as such--they are men of dedication, if insane. They were unwilling to confront me at all, except to ensnare her.} He picks up speed. * Lisl slides through the traffic backed up behind the slow cart, and runs the rest of the brief distance to the wall:: Aerdrie, the Dragons aren't going to like this... ::scanning the area quickly for tell-tale purple uniforms:: * Fosst slips between the members of the crowd like oil and is soon beside Lisl, panting slightly. {Hff... Hff-- Dragons?} <Lisl> {The local guardsmen. For the most part, honest, and good at their jobs... I don't like to annoy them if I can help it. Can you climb? I can give you a boost, if you need...} ::holding the end of the rope for Fosst:: * Fosst catches his breath, and takes the rope in hand. {Your offer is kind, but I believe I can hold mine well.} He scales it near expertly, and is quickly over the edge. From the other side, a dim curse in Uthgardt can be heard. * Sabrina comes awake and begins to struggle against the man holding her and her bonds. She glances to the side and sees the trees, and begins to struggle harder. * Fosst shouts, {We must make haste! They've reached the forest!} * Lisl grins a little, taking hold of the rope and using it to walk up the wall, crouching briefly on the top and dropping down from there with a grunt. * Fosst is standing, slightly favoring his left leg. His pants are specked with small clods of dirt. He nods to Lisl as she comes down. <Lisl> ::shakes her head as she rises from a deep, knee-creaking crouch:: {We'll be fine. Cover your ears.} * Fosst decides it better not to argue, and covers his ears, stepping away from Lisl a little. * Lisl tilts her head back, cupping her hands around her mouth, and howls-- a high, drawn-out, chilling sound that walks straight up the spine. * Fosst clenches his fingers around his ears and shudders as he hears it, and waits a few seconds after it finishes before lowering his hands and staring at Lisl. * Sabrina gasps as she is thrown down on the ground. One of the men wraps rope around her tying her tightly. All three men look up at the sound and one of them lifts Sabrina, tossing her over the back of a horse. * Lisl drops her hands, tilting her head attentively in the direction of the woods. After a pregnant pause, a chorus of howls answer, and she nods grimly. {Come on. That should keep them busy for awhile.} * Fosst moves to follow Lisl, and shakes his head. {I hope--or do I?--that you will explain someday.} <Sabrina> ::the horses dance around at the sound of the wolves and the men hurry to clean up their camp.:: <Lisl> ::grins a little enigmatically at Fosst:: {I've been a hunter nearly all my life. Stands to reason not *all* my friends walk on two legs.} ::She glances at his leg:: {Will you be alright?} * Fosst raises an eyebrow as he looks at Lisl, with the ghost of a smile on his face. {That's nearly an Uthgardt thing to say.} He straightens his run and puts strength on both legs, moving his attention back to the forest. {My leg will be fine--I haven't climbed a wall like that in some time.} <Lisl> ::nods, jogging easily alongside him:: {My father died when I was a baby... it's entirely possible I've kin up around there somewhere. Aerdrie knows I get along well enough with certain of the clans... and not-so-well with others.} <Sabrina> ::the horses dance around harder and them men swing up into them getting ready to head deeper into the woods:: * Fosst tries to keep his eyes focused on the forest, watching for the movements of the men as Fosst and Lisl approach the tree line. His hair fans out behind him, almost like a mantle. {That's unfortunate! Though, I must say, if you were some part Uthgardt I wouldn't be altogether surprised.} He grins. <Lisl> ::in a ragged half-circle around the priests' camp, the underbrush rustles softly from the direction of the deep woods, the sounds and slight hints of invisible movement approaching rapidly:: * Sabrina looses her hand from her bonds and pushes herself off the horse she is on, much to the surprise of the man on the horse. She reaches for the dagger in her boot just as he reins in his horse. In a flash of the blade she is freed from her bonds. <Lisl> ::grins back:: {Considering how some Uthgardt tribes treat their women, I'm not sure whether to be flattered or insulted... there, that way.} ::She points, and swerves a little towards the right as they head deeper into the woods.:: <Sabrina> ::All three of the men come to a short stop and the horses dance around one of the men is thrown:: * Fosst steps carefully and slows, trying to follow Lisl while keeping his footing. {You must have had many brothers, I'd say!} <Fosst> ::steps over and through the foliage of the thickening forest, kicking at it occasionally:: <Lisl> ::turns her head towards the noise of the falling body, and starts running again, moving easily among the trees and underbrush as if she was born to them, tossing back a grinning comment over her shoulder:: {No, only child.} * Sabrina jumps to her feet as one of the men heads to her. She steps back a bit holding her dagger out at him. "Stay away!" * Fosst mutters as he struggles to move faster, but hardly manages to keep up. He keeps an eye on Lisl at all times as he moves forward, glad that he's not wearing his cumbersome old coat. <Sabrina> ::the man lunges at Sabrina and she easily sidesteps him. He seems surprised and she steps back more looking around at the others. Seeing that they are tangled up with the horses she turns and dodges the man on the ground and runs off towards the city:: * Lisl breaks into the clearing of the camp, looking around quickly. "Sabrina! You alright?" * Sabrina slides to a stop as she sees Lisl and Fosst. She nods as she glances back over her shoulder. "I am" * Fosst cusses loudly, accompanied by the sound of a large branch breaking, and eventually finds his way into the clearing, almost heaving with the effort. He absentmindedly draws his punching-dagger, but looks relieved to see Sabrina. <Lisl> ::narrows her eyes as she surveys the rest of the camp, hands away from her sides, unarmed for the moment:: I think if you gentleman value yourselves, you'd best leave. Marsember doesn't take well to slavers, and *I* don't take well to people who snatch my friends. * Fosst slips his punching dagger back into his pocket as he watches the camp and Lisl, making no sudden moves. <Sabrina> ::the men emerge and look from Lisl to Fosst to Sabrina. One of them begins to step forward and another holds a hand out to hold him back:: She is not worth this. We will tell the High Lord she was killed ::He snarls as his gaze passes Lisl and they turn, swinging back onto their horses:: <Lisl> ::meeting the eyes of the speaker:: *Marsember* is not worth this. If you or *any* of your kind come back here again, I'll know. And I *won't* let you off so easily. ::a low rumbling growl from many furry throats rise from the woods surrounding them to punctuate Lisl's words:: * Fosst watches in silence, waiting for the men to leave. He pushes a handful of hair out of his face. <Sabrina> ::the men turn and ride off, the leader looking back once to meet Lisl's gaze before they disappear into the woods:: * Lisl watches them go until the woods hide them. A faint rustling from around them tells the listeners the men don't leave alone. * Sabrina clenches her dagger a bit harder and then lets out a breath, her body sagging a bit. <Lisl> ::relaxing her stance a little:: Well now... that was exciting. Whoa, there... ::lending Sabrina an arm for support:: * Sabrina leans against Lisl, her dagger dropping from her hand to the ground. * Fosst watches and listens as the men leave, his breathing becoming gradually more regular. <Lisl> Shh... you'll be alright now, 'brina. Did they hurt you? ::supporting the other girl easily as she checks her over for obvious bruising or bleeding:: * Sabrina shakes her head a bit but she is trembling. Her wrists are red with burn, but other than that she just has a few bruises. * Fosst pushes another handful of hair out of his face, and steps over to Sabrina and Lisl. "Do you think we're safe, now?" <Lisl> ::grimly, glancing in the direction the priests left:: They won't be back soon. I've got an eye on them, anyway. ::digs in her belt pouch and pulls out a bit of venison jerky, handing it to Sabrina:: Here... give you something to concentrate on. * Sabrina nods and takes the jerky. She takes a bit and wrinkles her nose, but continues to eat it. After a moment she stops trembling and stands on her own. "Thank you Lisl." <Lisl> You're welcome. ::cocks her head:: So... what happened, exactly? <Lisl> And for that matter... ::half-turning to frown consideringly at Fosst:: How's the leg? <Sabrina> I was singing in the square. One came up in front of me and one from behind. They said something about it being bad for me to be singing in the square and for people to be standing there listening. Fosst tried to help, one grabbed me ::She shrugs:: that's the last I remember until I was on the horseback. * Sabrina turns to Fosst stepping closer to him. "Are you ok?" <Lisl> ::frowning:: They knocked you out? ::craning her neck to examine the top of the taller girl's head:: You don't remember going over the wall? * Fosst shakes his head. "It's fine--I fell on it a little when we climbed the wall, it's not important." <Fosst> She was pulled over on a rope--I watched, but... I couldn't do anything. * Sabrina nods at Lisl and looks back, concerned at Fosst "It is important." * Fosst chuckles. "No, it's not--seriously. It's quite minor. And no matter how the birds fly, are we going to rest here a bit, or start heading back to town?" <Lisl> ::nods:: You did the right thing, Fosst. They didn't look like the sort of crew to be taking on alone. * Fosst looks surprised. "I'd never kill a templar that refused to fight. Moreover, I simply couldn't get to her in time. But 'tis moot--she's safe now." <Lisl> ::looks at Sabrina:: Up to her... how do you feel? Shaky? Need a lift? * Sabrina bites her lip and nods. She glances to Lisl and shakes her head. "I'm fine. I can walk." <Lisl> ::blinks:: Templar... ::frowns a little:: {A priest, you mean, or a paladin?} <Fosst> {Priest. A paladin has the training to engage in melee.} * Fosst picks up Sabrina's dagger, and hands it to her. "Oughn't forget this." <Lisl> ::nods:: {Not all here would do the same-- just bear it in mind.} * Sabrina nods and slips the dagger back into her boot. <Fosst> {He was armed, but very hesitant to swing. It's either a saving cowardice or a respectable discretion on his part.} <Lisl> ::puts a hand on Sabrina's shoulder:: You did well, too. Not an easy thing, to remember your training under pressure. * Sabrina looks at Lisl and smiles. "Thank you." * Lisl chuckles at Fosst's comment. {Ganging up on women in the square? Cowardice, I'd say.} * Fosst concedes, {I didn't state which I believed it to be.} He smirks. <Lisl> ::rubs her chin, looking northward again:: What temple did they say they represented? * Fosst looks down, and thinks. "I do not remember... It was very strange sounding. Two words." * Fosst looks up. "Yackto Svim, I think. Very unpleasant to say." * Sabrina glances between Lisl and Fosst. <Lisl> ::repeats the words to herself, and shakes her head a little helplessly:: Well... I'll ask Gloss. She might know something about them. ::grins a little:: Or if not, she'll *want* to.... <Fosst> I would be amazed if she did not--with as many books in the Tower as she has. * Sabrina glances back towards where the priests disappeared and trembles a bit. She looks back to Lisl and Fosst. "Umm could we walk and talk?" <Lisl> ::chuckles:: Yes, well... she comes by it honestly. ::looks back at Sabrina with a nod, starting to head back towards town:: Don't worry, Sabrina-- really. They're not coming back without me knowing about it. * Fosst glances back at the path of their retreat almost disinterestedly, and looks back to Sabrina. "Of course. It would be best to get back to town, if we're ready." * Sabrina nods and begins heading back to the city. * Fosst follows Sabrina, and annoyedly bunches up his loose hair and stuffs it down into his cloak. <Lisl> Actually... I think I'd look forward to their coming back. After all, I've already warned them... ::grins ferally and closes her right hand into a fist. The air around it shimmers silver, and coalesces into a silvery rune-worked bracer with four long, wickedly sharp "claws" extending over her hand:: * Sabrina glances sidelong at Lisl and shakes her head, smiling just a bit. * Fosst watches in surprised silence from behind, and says nothing. <Lisl> Alright, so I'm a little bloodthirsty. They earned it. ::scowling:: I don't take well to people who attack my friends. ::she opens her hand, and the clawed bracer disappears quick as it came:: * Sabrina smiles and places her hand lightly on Lisl's arm. "That means the world to me Lisl. Thank you." * Fosst smiles. <Lisl> ::a little gruffly:: Welcome. * Sabrina grins and continues walking. "Now I just have to tell Kevil. He's going to be out of his mind that I waited to mention it to him." <Lisl> Waited? ::frowns:: This happened before? * Sabrina shrugs. "Well sort of." * Lisl gestures for Sabrina to elaborate. <Sabrina> They didn't do anything like this. Just aggressively warned me against singing in the square. And then threw a rock through the window at the Music Box. * Fosst nods. <Lisl> ::frowns deeper:: Did you inform the Dragons? * Sabrina nods <Lisl> Hm. ::runs her hand through her short hair, making it stand on end:: I'll definitely have to talk to Gloss soon... I don't like the sound of this. <Fosst> What could be done, though? Warn them, or expel them from Marsember? Hopefully, more civil answers. <Lisl> Well, we'll see... ::shakes her head:: The Dragons don't take kindly to... terror tactics against its citizens. * Sabrina nods a bit, keeping mostly quiet * Fosst asks, "Will you be safe at the Music Box, Sabrina?" * Sabrina shrugs "I hope so. It's the only home I have at the moment." * Lisl gives the guards a friendly wave as they pass through the gate. One of them does a brief double-take, having just passed her through less than a half-hour before. <Lisl> The Hall's always a secure place to stay... well, barring demonic invasion, but that hasn't happened in awhile. You could always ask Nach or Michelle for space at Ellesmere, but that's a bit out of the way, I think. <Fosst> Dem--... ::cough:: * Sabrina nods and glances to Fosst. "I may stay at the hall for a few days." <Lisl> ::grins at Fosst:: Don't worry, hasn't happened in... ::pauses to think:: about a decade, now, I think. * Fosst nods. "That may be wise." * Fosst rubs his temples. "Only a decade..?" <Lisl> ::grins a little wider:: What do you expect of an adventurer's bar? * Sabrina smiles and shakes her head a bit as they approach the Music Box. <Fosst> I wasn't aware it was an adventurer's bar when I stepped through the door, but now I'm quite the wiser. * Lisl chuckles. "Will you be alright from here, Sabrina? Want us to wait a bit while you pack some things, and escort you to the Hall?" * Sabrina nods "I'll just be a minute." She heads up the stairs to her apartment and disappears inside. <Fosst> {I didn't know that Sabrina knew how to wield a dagger.} <Lisl> {She knew a little. I've been teaching her a little more. Girl's got to know how to defend herself, in the cities.} * Fosst nods in agreement. {Yes, I agree..} <Lisl> ::clasps her hands together behind her back, a small grin playing over her lips:: {Anything else you'd like to ask?} * Sabrina returns a few minutes later with her harp, packed in a oiled cloth, hanging by a strap off her back, and a small bundle. * Fosst smiles politely. {No.} He looks to Sabrina. "Are we ready?" <Lisl> ::unclasps her hands:: Have everything? * Sabrina nods. * Lisl nods, scanning the street before starting off towards the Hall. * Sabrina follows easily behind Lisl. * Fosst looks at the Music Box, and then follows Sabrina, drawing up the back. <Lisl> ::glances at Sabrina:: You'll tell Kevil? * Sabrina nods and sighs "I'm afraid of what he would do if he found out by someone else. Yes I will at our next lesson." <Lisl> ::frowns:: Brina, he's not going to be mad at *you*-- not unless you try to keep this from him. He'll be worried. <Sabrina> I know, but I did keep it from him. In the beginning at least. I should have told him from the start, and I didn't. He's been so caught up in Loria and moving and all....::she shakes her head and trails off:: <Lisl> Well, don't compound it, girl! This isn't just a matter of a scolding-- if these priests ::she makes the word a sneer:: are after musicians, he could be at risk, too. As could Loria. * Sabrina grumbles "I know I know. I'm sorry I should have told him. I will as soon as I see him again." <Lisl> ::nods:: Good. <Lisl> ::looks around again as they approach the Hall:: Things seem quiet enough, and you should be safe here. * Fosst nods. "I should hope so. Who would attack an adventurer's bar, save a pack of demons?" He asks with a hint of mixed sarcasm and genuine concern. * Sabrina nods. "Thank you Lisl, Fosst." <Lisl> ::grins a little:: Much less an adventurer's bar with its own deity patron. * Fosst swallows, and doesn't ask. <Lisl> ::chuckles:: You've met Nacheyla already, Fosst. Nothing to be nervous about. * Fosst raises an eyebrow. "Oh." * Sabrina smiles a bit and hefts the harp. "Well I am going to take this inside. Thanks again Lisl." She looks to Fosst and opens her mouth to say something and then closes it before turning and heading into the hall. * Fosst looks at Lisl, lowering his eyebrow and raising the other one. <Lisl> Any time, Sabrina. * Lisl raises an amused eyebrow at Fosst. {Mind if I ask you a personal question?} <Fosst> {..I guess not.} <Lisl> {You don't have to answer. I'm only wondering... what tribe claims you?} * Fosst smiles. {No tribe would. An Uthgardt unsuited for living in Uthgardt isn't likely to stay, you understand.} <Lisl> ::raising both eyebrows:: {That explains... much. Thank you.} <Fosst> {Anything else you'd like to ask?} <Lisl> ::grins:: {I deserved that. But no, not at the moment.} * Fosst nods. {Alright then--many thanks for your readiness. Good evening to you.} * Fosst steps into the Hall. <Lisl> ::nods:: {Good evening, Fosst.} ::turning away:: Time to see a man about a rabbit... * Sabrina is in her room in the hall quietly strumming at her harp. * Fosst reaches the top of the stairs, cloak over one arm, and rubs his eyes as he steps into his room. He hangs the cloak up, and pauses a moment to listen to the harp-music before picking up a book. * Sabrina continues to strum. The tone is slow and sad. She sighs and after a moment she stops playing and gets up to pace a bit. * Fosst puts the book back down when he realizes his hair is still loose, and gathers up a set of pin-shaped objects. He sits down and begins to knot his hair. * Sabrina paces for a few more minutes before going from her room to Fosst's door. She stands there looking at it for a long moment. * Fosst stops, aware that Sabrina is at his door, and pulls the few pins he has in place out of his hair. He looks at the door hesitantly. * Sabrina frowns and looks down. Then she takes a breath and runs her hands across her face before knocking gently. * Fosst rises, and moves slowly to the door. He turns the knob and pulls it open. {Yes?} * Sabrina looks up hesitantly at Fosst. "Can we talk?" * Fosst grins broadly. {In two languages.} He coughs a little, and looks more serious. "Certainly. Ah--would you like to come in?" * Sabrina smiles in spite of herself and steps into the room. "I'm sorry I don't think I could manage Uthgardt right now." * Fosst nods, and pushes the door to. He goes to sit on the bed. The room is meticulously clean--it looks as though no one was living in it, or if someone was that they had either just arrived or just finished packing. There is a desk, a chair, a closet, and a bed. The desk is empty except for a neat stack of books. * Sabrina goes and sits in the chair. She nervously twists the ring on her finger and mutters softly "I should have asked her how to go about this." * Fosst calmly asks, "Her?" * Sabrina nods and lifts her gaze to look at him. "Tarri. She is my best friend." <Fosst> "Ah." ::raises his eyes to look at her uncertainly:: * Sabrina takes a breath and returns Fosst's gaze. "I need to ask you something, and I am not really sure how. And it all makes me rather nervous." * Fosst nods. "Please, don't be nervous. I do not know what you will ask, but--well, all things are best done calmly." He smiles faintly. * Sabrina nods and looks back down again, forcing herself to stop twisting the ring. Her voice is just a whisper. "Well I suppose.....I'm just wondering...I mean I am curious to know how you feel about me?" * Sabrina closes her eyes and her cheeks flush a bit. * Fosst pauses, and thinks. He wipes his brow. "Sabryna... you are, by now a close frynd to me. I enjoy your company, and..." He looks away a little. "And I consyder you a friend. ... " He looks at her. "I..." * Sabrina she looks up and nods a bit. "Of course. I guess to think more was......" she shakes her head and stands "I'm sorry I didn't mean to..." she turns to the door. "I should just go." * Fosst shakes his head. "You've done nothing wrong, Sabryna. But--" He stands. "Please, remembyr, I do wish to be your friend." He looks down. "Can I have some time to... thynk?" * Sabrina nods, her hand on the door. She keeps her back to him. "I'll always be your friend Fosst. I just feel more than that, and I need you to know. Because I know you plan on leaving Marsember and I," she pauses and looks back at him, her voice soft. "I just needed you to know." She slips quietly from the room. * Fosst sits slowly back down, and looks at the floor. He pulls back his sleeve to examine his arm so webbed and hard with ancient scars that it resembles leather bleached white. He studies the lines for a while, and then makes a fist. He quickly rolls the sleeve back down and buttons it, and closes the door softly all the way. He pulls a book out from under his bed along with a quill and ink-pot, and begins to write. |
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