Private Role-Play A Whisper Of Steps

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  1. Paladin_girl

    Paladin_girl Between the Chapters of a Dream Staff Member

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    The quiet night air filled the realm with the rolling sense of dreams.

    Even far from the Haven's embrace, the feeling that someone was not quite solid, yet physically there was a riveting feeling that graced the tops of scalps and skin alike, filling traveller's journeys with promises unspoken.

    The road was desolate, with barely a flicker of torchlight filling the air. The grasslands on either side however, were filled with fireflies that spread through tall grass and peering flowers alike, enjoying the nocturnal coolness that came after a hot day.

    There was a breeze that drifted through the valley, carrying with it the scents of springtime, of flowers that were yet to bloom and the strange, chilly aftertaste that came with melting snow.

    Beneath the tall arch of a willow tree, a white tent sat humbly beside a rushing riverbed, the stone-walled fireplace at least a metre away from the dirty canopy, bathing it in a warm, orange illumination. A stool sat next to it, to which a figure in a dusty robe was also perched, the hood pulled up to capture a little more heat.

    In spite of the soft springtime chill, Valis the Dreamwalker yawned.
     
  2. Xelhes

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    A soft inhale, chest rising, before the exhale left her lips, eyes carefully guiding her forward. She wasn't sneaking and if asked, she'd deny it with a passion. She was not sneaking around, mostly certainly during this time of night. Soon, the soft breathing turned heavy, hands curling tightly into fist. Focused, noting the surroundings until she pushed further forward. Her steps continued to be deft, even if her person was not so.

    Closer still, did she see the illumination, growing and growing until she dare say she was just on the skirts of the campsite. That was enough sneaking--no, she wasn't sneaking. Biting down on her lower lip, there was consideration before it came down to a simple enough option: just call out.

    A voice, once young, now more grown, called out. "Hey, what are you doing out here?"

    Not the most eloquent but Renn had never been so, had she?
     
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    The figure jumped and looked up, her eyes wide. She stood and pulled her hood down, looking baffled before spreading a wide grin, showing pearly whites and bright, grass-on-the-other-side eyes.

    There you are!’ greeted the young woman, beaming excitedly, ‘I was wondering who was lurking about. Come into the light! Sit, if you please!’

    Valis held up her hands and chuckled. 'I'm just wandering my way through, stranger. I mean no harm.'
     
  4. Xelhes

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    "I wasn't lurking!" Defensive, since she obviously was not lurking. But the ruffled feathers, so to speak, soon settled and Renn took a few more steps forward. Caution had both served and derailed her during her life and she decided trust was more suited for this.

    A nod. "I didn't mean to startle you and I don't think you'd do any harm but hmm, curiosity? Anxiety? A dangerous mix, if there was ever one." Oh surely there was others but after another minute, she took a seat nearby. "A wanderer? Mind if I listen to your story?"

    It had been so long since she had listened rather than told. Sat and enjoyed rather then travel far beyond her imagination. Placing trust in someone was enough. For now, anyway.
     
  5. Paladin_girl

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    Valis looked vaguely surprised at the young woman’s defensiveness, a wide, warm smile growing as she spoke. She bowed her head softly, as if conceding in some unspoken debate, taking her place near the young woman, taking care not to invade her personal space. The wanderer rested her elbows on her knees, tilting her head.

    ‘Ah, stories. I confess mine is a very dull one, stranger. I simply had an urge to leave my home. I have heard many wonders about lands made for minds, designed by imaginations. I simply had to see it for myself.’

    To say the least.

    ‘But you, my dear – you look like a storm. You seem to be the one who has a greater story to share.’