"I think I hate Goblins" she said preparring her magics...
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"My own 'father' never any love for me. Obviously I reminded him of my mothers... mistakes... When she died any connection to my 'father' I had died with her. I guess ultimately its none of my business, I just... his story reminded me of myself I suppose."
"Tell me Arabeth, you know this family... this Tsuto. He was rejected by his 'father'? That's what the elf woman said."
"Well then I shall protect you with my mighty magic!" Aimea said giggling.
"Yes, I am in either-way."
"Besides... this man, His story reminds me of my own. I don't know if hes done anything wrong, and I hope not, but clearly something is going on. So I am going to check it out. And if Ameiko is in trouble? Or this man has done wrong I intend to pitty him and stop him." She added, "I may not be a hero... but I need to find something in life. I figure this is a start."
"It... I... Okay. I am in."
Rather upset herself Aimea approaches the girl, "Whats the matter dear?"
Aimea stands quietly listening to to Shalelu and Cerinnibert talk.
Shalelu's words ring in Aimea's ears, she no longer listens to the rest. 'Shunned by his family for being a half breed and mistake of his mothers.' "She could almost be describing me..." the words slip out of Aimea's mouth, she doesn't even realize she has said them out loud. She is visibly upset. She stands close to Alric, almost pushing against his back, leaving barely an inch between her and him. She does this instinctively as if to shield herself against the person talking. She wipes something from her eye and forces herself to swallow. Her lips not far from Alric's ears, "Who is this... half breed... ? Where can we find him?" She bites her lip hoping to prevent her from saying anything else.
"Hello again father! We have need of you, but don't let us interrupt, I will be praying quietly until you are finished." Aimea smile and walks over to a near by shrine and sits quietly. Aimea suddenly realizes she hasn't embarrassed Alric yet today. She seems to glide back over to him, leaning into his hear, pushing her hair out of her face and says in best faux sensual voice, "My father would not of interrupted us." then she walks off desperately trying to hide her giggles.
"aaah on the plus side if any goblins attack you will have an outlet for what I am sure is a bit of frustration." she grins agains. "So does that kind of thing happen a lot around here?..... Actually you know what, I wonder if the town has a goblin problem in general. I am looking for work maybe the sheriff could use our help getting rid fo the little buggers."
"So Alric.... your friend...." She grins and blushes. "I hope things went well."
"Alright Alric, I'll follow you."
Aimea nods in agreement before giving Foxy a stern look. "I could of lost the trail" Foxy glares back at the woman before lowering his head and jumping at Aimea, turning back into a tattoo as if to hide from her. She glared down at her tattoo. "Foxes" she said as she shook her head.
"hmmm well it was worth a shot"
"Yes, yes he can" she leans down and pets his nose. Aimea points to the tracks in the dirt, and points to the now bodyless casket and emphatically requests foxy "Find" and "Smell" the fox begins to sniff around
Aimea holds still for a moment as her fox familiar leaps into existence from a tattoo on her skin. "I bet Foxy can track them too."
"I don't know about you guys... and maybe this is just my attitude but I say we follow the tracks, and ask whatever we find on the other end these questions."
Aimea stands quietly unable to contribute much to the conversation.
"So who needs bodies? Necromancers... Doctors... Alchemists maybe? Cannibals? "
Aimea looked over the dirt looking for tracks.
Aimea scratched her head, clearly not knowing what she was doing.
"I am sure she didn't mean anything by it Arabeth.... shes just hoping for the best is all."
Aimea follows behind quietly occasionally giggling at Alric. "Graveyard sounds fun. Maybe there are more goblins about?"
Aimea glances at Alric. "Oh no... it's not a problem... you really weren't gone very long." before she begins to giggle slightly.
Aimea raises an eyebrow at the commotion and begins to wander into the shop to check on Arabeth.
"And now to wait and see how long he takes.... heh" She added with a mischievous smile. Her fox leaps from the tattoo on her skin, landing besides her and begins to nuzzle her leg.
Aimea blushes, "of course not..."
"Cerinnibert would you have use for an arcanist in your investigation? I am in town and don't have much else to do." She smiles politely at him before glancing into the shop to see what Arabeth is doing.
"One of the graves? Why would Goblins dig up a grave?
Now that you mention it...
Aimea shoots a knowing smile at Arabeth.
'I wonder what Alric is doing right now?" "Thank you again Father, for the healing yesterday I am in your debt." She adds to the priest.
"Yes.. lady things.. and elf things... that is what we need. We better hurry I think the Elf Shop only opens in the morning... Have fun Catching Rats Alric." Aimea giggles a bit.
Aimea leans over to Blythe and sheepishly adds, "He moves fast, you know he was tryin' to get me to home with him last night." and then nudges her playfully as if to admit she's purposely taking it out of context.
"And I thought I moved fast..."
Aimea looks on interested, but does her best not to butt in.
"I am willing to go where ever." Aimea adds with a smile.
Aimea smiles, "hmm I think they are mostly along the water front to the south. But that is just my guess" She says to Arabeth.
Arabeth:
Aimea awakes next to the strange but beautiful woman. Her arms wrapped around her. "Um.. Sorry I didn't mean to... oh right." she smiled sweetly as she remembered the previous night
"Good Morning Arabeth." She smiled again. "I hadn't intended all of that... but thank you, thank you for letting me forget what all has happened to me and bringing me a small slice of happiness." Aimea is rather clingy and cuddly with the woman until they dress and leave to pray. Once greeting the rising sun in reverence to the dawnflower. "Beautiful" she smiled. "Never hurts to have her back you know... plus Desna is not the jealous type." she then says her proper prayers to her actual goddess, Desna. After the morning she eats, has a small spot of ale to ease the headache and cleans up and dons her revealing silken 'armor'. She smiles a lot this morning, but makes sure to give Arabeth her space. Not wanting to look like a home sick child in her eyes. "I would not mind exploring the town a bit. Though I am concerned about the goblin situation. I wonder if the town has any plan to deal with them? " She smiled at Arabeth, "But I'd love to see the town with you... if you want I mean..." she trailed off and look at her feet embarrassed. "I mean... with everyone else too." she added quickly.
Aimea smiles, "Come on Foxy, I know Arabeth is probably comfortable, but let her get up." The fox leaped up, wandered over to Aimea before leaping up at her and disappearing into a fox shaped tattoo on her arm. Aimea stands up on the unsteady legs, "Escort me?"
"It is not a question one often has an answer to, but just asking the question is enough. Though keep in mind that may not make any sense I have had quite a bit to drink." She smiles and takes another drink. "I will drink to that." She smiles again her cheeks flush red with alcohol. Aimea continues to look towards Arabeth and smiling at her, she is in a better mood and her posture is relaxed and open. "I am uncertain at this point if I can leave this chair... no... I think I can... I just can't seem to motivate myself to do so. Tell me more about your life back home. I have heard things about riddleport, not good things I am afraid. Though I am sure none apply to you." Aimea took another drink from her mug, her tongue slowly licking any extra ale from her lips. "Or do they?" she added with a sly smile.
"You could of fooled me. Don't worry about having adventures, just relax, take a deep breath. Enjoy life for what it is and don't be afraid to act. That's the only advice I can give. Not that it is much." Aimea continued to look into her eyes. A hand moving to brush the hair out of her face. "Is there something in life you want Arabeth?"
Foxy rolls onto his back and snuggles up against Arabeth. "Magnimar is... it's nice... I mean its tiny compared to Absalom and some of the other really big cities. I mean Absalom's docks were larger than Magnimar is in its entirety. Though I don't know I could be misremembering I was a little girl when I was there last." She sighs softly. "And here I sound like some sort of snob, it really is impressive I suppose, but you grow up there and you tend to not notice how amazing things are.... But I will take your rather cute response as confirmation that my guess was correct." She smiles and looks into Arabeth's eyes when she turns back. "Even ignoring Magnimar there are lots of interesting things out there to see and try though." "I think Foxy likes you."
"Ameiko dear! one more for the pretty lady across from me! I don't mind reciprocating." she said with a tired smile. The familiar moved next to Arabeth and begins to rub against her leg wanting attention. Aimea smiled sweetly before glancing down at her plate, "You seem to be quite interested in the new and the exotic, would that be fair to say? Sadly I am just from Magnimar, its not very exotic, though the ruins are interesting if you are a fan of history."
"Arabeth if I did not know better I would guess you are attempting to bribe foxy with food and me with drink." she smiled and laugh a bit before leaning back in her chair, letting out a content sigh of relief as her eyes shut for a moment.
"You may" Aimea smiles with delight when someone takes interest in her. "He's quite gentle and friendly, But we share an emotional bond.. so today when I was hurt he went a little violent. He really shouldn't fight... but he is protective. All I have really I guess."
Aimea orders a small bowl, and pours some of her ale into it, Summoning forth her Fox from her tattoo she offers him the bowl to lap up. She pets his soft fur and takes another slow drink from her ale.
"Can I buy you a drink Alric? I haven't much gold on me but I can pay for that, you deserve as much." She says softly, mostly starring into space or listening to the other conversation. Her hand reaches up and plays with a lock of red hair and she sighs deeply. MarcCCTx has not created a profile. |