Post by Taigi | ObliviousLie on Jul 24, 2015 0:24:19 GMT
Book 1 - Envy
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Chapter 2
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Chapter 2
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"Salutations."
The semi-deep voice came from a well-dressed man leaning against the railing of a porch, and by the noise inside, the porch of a bar. In his hands, a nearly complete glass of wine. Urging her horse towards this figure to see him clearly, the rider pulled back her thick hood to reveal raven black hair. It tumbled out of its place and the removal of the hood allowed the showing of her eyes. Orange met green for a small second, both curious of each other. But that was broken when he went to swig the last bit of his alcohol, placing the glass at his feet.
It was she, who spoke first, after watching him. "My apologies." Her tone polite and calm, even being in an unfamiliar place. Her companion landed himself at the horn of her saddle, giving the stranger a caw of greeting, as if the purple-eyed bird knew who this was. It earned him a glare in return, ruffling his feathers a slight bit. But the woman got the man's attention back when she continued. "But do you know where I am?" This place was a winter hell, with the voices behind her wishing that she was dead or gone, or both.
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The semi-deep voice came from a well-dressed man leaning against the railing of a porch, and by the noise inside, the porch of a bar. In his hands, a nearly complete glass of wine. Urging her horse towards this figure to see him clearly, the rider pulled back her thick hood to reveal raven black hair. It tumbled out of its place and the removal of the hood allowed the showing of her eyes. Orange met green for a small second, both curious of each other. But that was broken when he went to swig the last bit of his alcohol, placing the glass at his feet.
It was she, who spoke first, after watching him. "My apologies." Her tone polite and calm, even being in an unfamiliar place. Her companion landed himself at the horn of her saddle, giving the stranger a caw of greeting, as if the purple-eyed bird knew who this was. It earned him a glare in return, ruffling his feathers a slight bit. But the woman got the man's attention back when she continued. "But do you know where I am?" This place was a winter hell, with the voices behind her wishing that she was dead or gone, or both.
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