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Post by Emilian Sota on Oct 14, 2007 18:37:24 GMT -5
Emilian walked outside and to the lake, a slight bounce in his step and a grin playing on his lips. He had just gotten out of the owlery and away from Savannah. At the memory the smile grew larger. He had taken off his cloak, shrunk it, and stuffed it in the pocket of his black jeans, revealing that the shirt he had was sleeveless. His favorite.
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Post by Lucretia 'Storm' Seyrrou on Oct 14, 2007 18:44:00 GMT -5
Storm was sitting parallel to the lake in front of her, her legs stretched out in front of her as her cloak was underneath her like a blanket. She was running her fingers over the surface absentmindedly. She looked up to see someone not to far away from her, he seemed happy. She looked away returning to skimming her fingers along the surface of the water.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Oct 14, 2007 18:47:08 GMT -5
Emilian happened to glance down and see a girl sitting in his path a few yards ahead of him. Are all the girls at this place like that? he asked himself. But this one was safe, for the time being anyway, he was satisfied for now. "Hello there," he said brightly when he came up to her.
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Post by Lucretia 'Storm' Seyrrou on Oct 14, 2007 18:50:46 GMT -5
Her eyes narrowed and snapped up to the source. She looked up at him and stood up, so she wouldn't have to crane her neck. She gave him a polite smile.
"Hello." she replied back with a slight inclination of her head.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Oct 14, 2007 18:52:34 GMT -5
"What brings you out this fine day?" And what a fine day it had been. His lips stayed curved upwards, he figured they would be like that for a few days, at least.
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Post by Lucretia 'Storm' Seyrrou on Oct 14, 2007 19:01:26 GMT -5
She wanted to raise a brow at the way he said it, something her mother would have curse her for.
"I don't fancy staying in the castle, and after last nights rain, it's beautiful outside." for some odd reason, his grin had made her feel slightly worried, though it did not show in her face.
She remembered how herself and Pandora were talking about etiquette in the common room and felt that continuing would ensure her mother from prying into her life for now.
"How rude of me, I forgot to introduce myself, I am Lucretia Seyrrou." she was mentally debating whether to tell him her the name she preferred, but settled on her real name.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Oct 14, 2007 19:05:29 GMT -5
"What a beautiful name," Emilian said, holding out a hand, "Emilian Sota, at your service." He smiled at her, his mind still partially back up in the owlery. He thought faintly he should have told Vannah not to spread it around, but he shrugged mentally, she had been to confused to think of doing it. He tried to focus on the girl in front of him.
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Post by Lucretia 'Storm' Seyrrou on Oct 14, 2007 19:12:08 GMT -5
She accepted his hand grinning at his compliment.
"As is yours." she said back kindly she raked through her brain, trying to figure out if she had ever seen him before, he looked unfamiliar and she was sure she would never forget anyones face. She suppressed the question, asking people of their origins wasn't any of her business.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Oct 14, 2007 19:18:30 GMT -5
Emilian smiled and pressed his lips lightly to her knuckles before letting her hand go. "This place is probably my favorite so far," he said, looking out over the lake. It was a random thought, but then his eyes glinted, "Well, except for the owlery."
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Post by Lucretia 'Storm' Seyrrou on Oct 14, 2007 19:24:24 GMT -5
She smiled at him and shook her head, the lake wasn't by far her favourite, usually it was full with students playing around.
"The forest is by far the best place to be, the solitude is... entrancing." she gave him a questioning look at his last statement.
"The owlery, whats so great about that place, it's filled with owl dung." a slight grimace washed over her face at the thought. Though people did have their reasons for liking places, she couldn't think of one thing great about the owlery.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Oct 14, 2007 19:25:52 GMT -5
Emilian laughed softly, "I like owls," he said, "And I had a wonderful conversation with this girl named Savannah." If you could call such a thing a conversation, that is.
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Post by Lucretia 'Storm' Seyrrou on Oct 14, 2007 19:29:01 GMT -5
Storm shrugged off the part about liking owls and instead turned into the mention of Vannah's name. She remembered how their last conversation resulted in her storming away in anger.
"Ah you've met Vannah, how is she?" she asked him, for she herself wasn't able to talk to her since.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Oct 14, 2007 19:32:50 GMT -5
Emilian shrugged, "It was kind of a one sided conversation," he said, the glint still in his eyes. "She sent off this letter and seemed kind of down." That much was true, at least.
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Post by Lucretia 'Storm' Seyrrou on Oct 14, 2007 19:44:48 GMT -5
She winced and looked down, she felt really bad about what she said. She wanted to ask him more, but she could always find Vannah later on.
"I hope it has nothing to do with what I said, she must hate me at the moment." she was mentally cursing herself, after Vannah stood up for her with Kai, Storm repaid her by saying the wrong things.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Oct 14, 2007 19:47:16 GMT -5
"She probably has much worse things to worry about than something you've said," Emilian said, losing interest in the conversation. He had no intention of becoming entangled in anything emotionally.
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