Noelle
12-16-09, 12:35 AM
Birds sang as they swooped through the air searching for food or perhaps it was just that they were happy that spring had finally sprung. Below the songbirds, the fields stretched out for miles with only a few copses of green-leafed trees to be seen. The grass was not yet fully green, but the green was quickly overcoming the brown of the passing winter. Through this meadow land a brown dirt road wound lazily around the soft rises. The road was well-packed from centuries of use, though at the moment only two people traveled upon it.
The shorter of the two was a young female. She walked along at an easy pace, occasionally lifting up into the air on her large delicate wings. Her long blue hair floated around her when she did this and her blue eyes laughed in the delight of flight. She never stayed up for more than a few seconds, though this was mostly due to the expression on her companion’s face when she did this than because of any feeling of tiredness. She wore a dress that just barely brushed the ground of fine blue silk. The lower portion had slashes of white in it that showed briefly with each step. The bodice was a bit snug, and embroidered with a fancy swirly pattern in white thread. It was modestly cut, showing no cleavage. The sleeves of this fine dress were snug to her elbows then flared into a wide bell. As she walked, skipped, hopped and spun in the air, the dress and its sleeves floated around her as she enjoyed the brilliant, sunny spring morning.
Her companion was much taller than she. He made his pace match hers, though he wanted to travel more quickly. His red hair was tied back to keep it out of his face. He carried a longbow made of yew diagonally across his back and carried a travel bag over one shoulder. On his right hip hung a nearly empty arrow case, containing only a handful of arrows. His left hip carried his steel sword. Unlike his female companion, the tall young man was dressed accurately for the road. His dark pants were tucked into sturdy boots. Over a plain white shirt he wore a leather jerkin. Each wrist was wrapped with a leather wrist guard. While the girl danced along the road, apparently quite pleased with the day, the young man watched her with just a hint of annoyance. It was her fault that he was out here, away from his home and love. Irritated at the girl exuberance he called up to her as she was once again floating about ten feet up in the air.
“Noelle, come down here and put your wings away! We don’t want to announce what we are to everyone.”
Noelle landed lightly on her feet facing the young man, hands on her hips, and eyes flashing, “Don’t you tell me what to do, Nathaniel! And don’t you forget who I am! You will address me properly.”
“Or what?” he interjected sarcastically. “You can’t do anything to me out here, my Lady. You left all such power behind when you decided to leave home three days ago. Not everyone in the world is going to take kindly to our kind.”
“No one’s been mean to us yet,” she sulked as she resumed walking. “Everyone we’ve met thus far has been very kind.”
Nate sighed in exasperation, “That doesn’t mean that everyone will kind. Just please, make them invisible before someone sees them that shouldn’t see them.”
“Like who?” she asked, enjoying taunting him in her refusal to cooperate.
“Like robbers. Like people who might want a pair for themselves or think that your magic would be better suited being controlled by them. Just do it, or do I have to throw you over my shoulder and drag you back home?”
She scowled darkly at that and sullenly made her wings disappear. “But I hate walking.”
“You should have thought about that before you left home. We can go back whenever you feel like it.”
“No! I want to see what’s out here.”
Nate said nothing more after that, but turned his attention more toward keeping his eyes and ears alert for trouble on the road. If he’d measured their pace right, then there would be a village of some sort coming up in the next few hours. This was assuming of course that the people that had given them a bit of food when they first came out of the hidden faerie glen had not been lying to him.
((OOC: this is open to anyone. Be a friend, be an enemy.. it matters not to me))
The shorter of the two was a young female. She walked along at an easy pace, occasionally lifting up into the air on her large delicate wings. Her long blue hair floated around her when she did this and her blue eyes laughed in the delight of flight. She never stayed up for more than a few seconds, though this was mostly due to the expression on her companion’s face when she did this than because of any feeling of tiredness. She wore a dress that just barely brushed the ground of fine blue silk. The lower portion had slashes of white in it that showed briefly with each step. The bodice was a bit snug, and embroidered with a fancy swirly pattern in white thread. It was modestly cut, showing no cleavage. The sleeves of this fine dress were snug to her elbows then flared into a wide bell. As she walked, skipped, hopped and spun in the air, the dress and its sleeves floated around her as she enjoyed the brilliant, sunny spring morning.
Her companion was much taller than she. He made his pace match hers, though he wanted to travel more quickly. His red hair was tied back to keep it out of his face. He carried a longbow made of yew diagonally across his back and carried a travel bag over one shoulder. On his right hip hung a nearly empty arrow case, containing only a handful of arrows. His left hip carried his steel sword. Unlike his female companion, the tall young man was dressed accurately for the road. His dark pants were tucked into sturdy boots. Over a plain white shirt he wore a leather jerkin. Each wrist was wrapped with a leather wrist guard. While the girl danced along the road, apparently quite pleased with the day, the young man watched her with just a hint of annoyance. It was her fault that he was out here, away from his home and love. Irritated at the girl exuberance he called up to her as she was once again floating about ten feet up in the air.
“Noelle, come down here and put your wings away! We don’t want to announce what we are to everyone.”
Noelle landed lightly on her feet facing the young man, hands on her hips, and eyes flashing, “Don’t you tell me what to do, Nathaniel! And don’t you forget who I am! You will address me properly.”
“Or what?” he interjected sarcastically. “You can’t do anything to me out here, my Lady. You left all such power behind when you decided to leave home three days ago. Not everyone in the world is going to take kindly to our kind.”
“No one’s been mean to us yet,” she sulked as she resumed walking. “Everyone we’ve met thus far has been very kind.”
Nate sighed in exasperation, “That doesn’t mean that everyone will kind. Just please, make them invisible before someone sees them that shouldn’t see them.”
“Like who?” she asked, enjoying taunting him in her refusal to cooperate.
“Like robbers. Like people who might want a pair for themselves or think that your magic would be better suited being controlled by them. Just do it, or do I have to throw you over my shoulder and drag you back home?”
She scowled darkly at that and sullenly made her wings disappear. “But I hate walking.”
“You should have thought about that before you left home. We can go back whenever you feel like it.”
“No! I want to see what’s out here.”
Nate said nothing more after that, but turned his attention more toward keeping his eyes and ears alert for trouble on the road. If he’d measured their pace right, then there would be a village of some sort coming up in the next few hours. This was assuming of course that the people that had given them a bit of food when they first came out of the hidden faerie glen had not been lying to him.
((OOC: this is open to anyone. Be a friend, be an enemy.. it matters not to me))