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Post by Cetasaurus on Apr 17, 2010 21:47:38 GMT -5
Ison walked a lonely stone path, overgrown and broken. His head was down, his calm grey eyes resting in the grey stone, which reflected the grey sky. His hands rested in the pockets of his black, hooded sweatshirt. His hair was of the same color, black. All around him were the trees, tall and lush in the continuous drizzle. Deciduous, with broad leaves that supported their own rivulets of clear water. They shook in the wind, and their streams scattered and fell in little drops to the spongy grass so far below. Ison looked up at the sound of a squirrel. It leapt above him from one tree to the next. It sent the water too, down upon Ison as he paused.
He continued to walk. He didn't know where the old path led. Hopefully civilization. Ison didn't mind it out here. It was peaceful and nice. But everyone needs civilization when they have nothing else. Ison had run from the fire that had swept through his small town. He was very hungry and very lost. Lost though, how to know it? He knew where he was. He liked the forest, and that's where he was. He may not know which forest, but it was nice enough. His eyes searched for the sky through the tree branches he passed slowly under. It was still grey. Ison was sixteen. Ison didn't mind being alone.
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Post by Bitchy Grammar Queen on Apr 17, 2010 21:50:36 GMT -5
You misspelled "separation".
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Post by Cetasaurus on Apr 17, 2010 21:51:25 GMT -5
Oops.
~fixes title~
How's that?
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Post by Bitchy Grammar Queen on Apr 17, 2010 21:53:45 GMT -5
That's fine.
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Post by Cetasaurus on Apr 17, 2010 21:54:35 GMT -5
Great.
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Post by Admin on Apr 17, 2010 22:14:05 GMT -5
Qasalia awoke in the grass, tucked in the shadows behind a tree. She had no memory, and had no recollection of her past, excluding her own name. Nevertheless, she felt a calming ease at the warmth of the sun. Any fears about the new world around her would be much more apparent in any other place, but here in this moment, Qasalia was content. She pushed herself to her feet, trying to grasp the situation at hand, when she saw a man walking on the unfamiliar stone path, she couldn't help but call out to him.
"Excuse me!" the young teen called, her short brown hair rustling in the breeze. She was clothed in a charming beet-red sundress. "Excuse me! Uhm, where am I?"
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Post by Cetasaurus on Apr 17, 2010 22:18:49 GMT -5
Ison did not appear startled by the revelation of her presence. He was slightly surprised. He walked off the path so they could speak. He had a gentle voice, low and sweet. "I'm afraid I don't know," he said when he was nearer the girl. "I'm lost myself..."
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Post by Admin on Apr 18, 2010 21:12:24 GMT -5
"And... the name of the country is...? I'm sorry, I'm not lost... I have little to no memory. I know that my name is Qasalia, and that is all... Who might you be?"
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Post by Cetasaurus on Apr 18, 2010 21:19:46 GMT -5
Ison frowned. Memory loss? "The country is called Dwen.... And I'm Ison. Let me know if I can help you out." He sounded sympathetic. "If you'd like, we can travel together?"
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Post by Admin on Apr 19, 2010 14:37:12 GMT -5
Qasalia was silent for a second. The name of the country hadn't rung any bells. Had she truly lost all memory of her world around her? She brushed at her bangs and said quietly, "I don't wish to be of trouble. You can drop me off when we get to a town if you'd like... But I don't want to be alone right now... "
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Post by Cetasaurus on Apr 19, 2010 19:25:38 GMT -5
Ison smiled politely. "Whatever you want," he said. "I'm open to pretty much anything right now." He looked back the way he'd come. He'd been traveling from the direction for at least three days. "I'm pretty sure we want to travel that way," he said, motioning to the way he'd been going when she had called to him. "I think the other way just leads to ashes..." He looked at the forest floor, then back to Qasalia with a smile. "Are you good for travel?"
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Post by Admin on Apr 25, 2010 14:21:14 GMT -5
Qasalia looked down, kicked the dirt around below her, and thought for a second. "I feel like I can travel. I mean, nothing is broken, so I'd gladly take you up on your offer. Do you know the way to... uh..." Qasalia paused, drew a blank at the name of any towns, and piped in merrily "...anywhere?"
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Post by Cetasaurus on Apr 25, 2010 16:41:02 GMT -5
Ison didn't know why he smiled then, but he did. "Not really he said. I only ever knew the town of Trin. I haven't even looked at a map before." He glanced at the ground again.
He was feeling tired, and looked at the path he'd been traveling. "I was sort of assuming this led somewhere.... but not so far. Maybe we're close?" he said almost to himself. He walked over to the path.
Again he looked to Qasalia, curious about her memory loss. Who was she? Why was she here? How had she forgotten?
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