Lasair Anubail
05-20-13, 08:17 PM
Lasair looked up at the imposing structure some hundred feet away from her. It was big. Like really, really big and surrounded by a lot of grass and a huge fence that apparently kept all the cute little horses inside. She didn`t see any horses right now. Probably had something to do with the fact that the sun had already gone done. In fact, it was almost full on night. Up here in The Jagged Mountains it appeared to get darker earlier than in Radasanth. Still, the darkness would only make her purpose here that much easier to accomplish…yes?
Glancing up and down the deserted streets, Lasair drew in a deep breath to muster her resolve. Then changed her mind and continued to stand under the shadow of a large maple tree. The village of Tol Andana was nice and quaint and quiet. It reminded her of many of the small cities in Dheathain honestly. The people open and inviting and elvish! Well, the people in Dheathain were not elvish, but the people here were. They had pointy ears and long, lithe bodies. She often wondered if Fae and Elves shared some kind of ancient ancestry, maybe one of these days she’d find out.
“You know this is a really bad idea and you should probably turn around and walk away now while you still have the chance.” Came a scruffy voice from her left side.
Lasair turned her head slightly and glanced at the form of Tristram seated on her left shoulder. The twelve inch plushie was regarding the dark house with interest. He’d been protesting this trip the entire time she’d been taking it. All the way through Concordia and up the Jagged Mountains. Through the bitterly cold wind and snow and slush and freezing rain and all the stuff that their weather could throw at her.
“Can it, Tris.” Came another gruff voice from her right shoulder. “If she wants it, she’s going to go no matter what you say to her.”
Lasair nodded her head. Godhand was right, after all. Tristram was just a little plshie with superhuman abilities. What exactly could he do to make her stop? He wasn’t the real Tristram with his Draconian strength and spear and crazy fighting prowess.
“Don’t call me Tris, you waste of material.” The pint-sized Draconian replied, standing up on her shoulder.
“Oh, don’t like it? How about I put a bullet through your squishy face? Let’s see you protest when you don’t have a mouth to talk through.”
Tristram jumped off her shoulder, his little wings pumping the air and propelling him through the air and towards Godhand. Snatching him as he flew in front of her face, Lasair held tightly to the miniature version of her best friend.
“That’s enough, Tris.” She said to him.
He glared at her and shrugged out of her long, thin fingers. “Fine, but I’ll have no part in this. If you need any help, ask him. You clearly don’t need me.”
Before she could say anything to him, the plushie dived behind her back and disappeared into the rucksack on her. Sighing, Lasair took her first step towards the house, her eyes trying to figure out the best point of entry.
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Ten minutes later, Lasair struggled to pull herself through the first floor window. She’d found it unlocked. Well, Godhand had climbed up and found it unlocked and then opened it, giving her the all clear to enter. So she’s tensed her legs, dug her bare feet into the soft grass and jumped up. She’d barely grabbed the bottom sill of the window and now found herself struggling to pull herself up. Small may be her frame and light of weight, but Fae did not exactly have a lot of strength, let alone upper body strength.
“C’mon Godhand, you’re twice as strong as a human, help pull me up!” She lilting voice called up as she continued to struggle.
To anyone who happened to walk by the scene would seem ludicrous and hilarious. Her feet dangled a mere foot off the ground, her small size preventing her from merely jumping up to the height of the window, only 6 feet off the ground.
“You have wings, why don’t you just use them?” Godhand huffed from inside the house.
“I can’t, they’re too conspicuous.” She replied, struggling to hold her weight on the windowsill.
“Too…too conspicuous!?” A small face made of cloth peered over the edge of the sill, sporting a look of incredulity. “Oh, and let me guess, a petite woman desperately clinging to a window barely off the ground, wearing a sea green dress, no shoes and hair the colour of blood is inconspicuous?”
She thought about it for a moment. Honestly, she did. One whole second. “Yep!”
Godhand smacked himself in the face with his delicately sculpted vlince hands. “Sometimes I don’t know what to do with you…”
“What I think you should do is pull me up!” She pouted up at him.
Shaking his head and chuckling to himself, the little Godhand replica reached down and grabbed her hand. Bracing himself with his feet, he hefted her up. Perhaps a little too strongly. He disappeared, flying backwards into the house. She went up, nearly hit the top of the window and then came crashing back down. Her stomach impacted the pointy edge of the sill, all the air rushing from her lungs and one great ‘meep.’
“Ow…”
Winded, Lasair hung there, her dress a tangle around her legs and her butt still sticking out the window and up in the air.
Glancing up and down the deserted streets, Lasair drew in a deep breath to muster her resolve. Then changed her mind and continued to stand under the shadow of a large maple tree. The village of Tol Andana was nice and quaint and quiet. It reminded her of many of the small cities in Dheathain honestly. The people open and inviting and elvish! Well, the people in Dheathain were not elvish, but the people here were. They had pointy ears and long, lithe bodies. She often wondered if Fae and Elves shared some kind of ancient ancestry, maybe one of these days she’d find out.
“You know this is a really bad idea and you should probably turn around and walk away now while you still have the chance.” Came a scruffy voice from her left side.
Lasair turned her head slightly and glanced at the form of Tristram seated on her left shoulder. The twelve inch plushie was regarding the dark house with interest. He’d been protesting this trip the entire time she’d been taking it. All the way through Concordia and up the Jagged Mountains. Through the bitterly cold wind and snow and slush and freezing rain and all the stuff that their weather could throw at her.
“Can it, Tris.” Came another gruff voice from her right shoulder. “If she wants it, she’s going to go no matter what you say to her.”
Lasair nodded her head. Godhand was right, after all. Tristram was just a little plshie with superhuman abilities. What exactly could he do to make her stop? He wasn’t the real Tristram with his Draconian strength and spear and crazy fighting prowess.
“Don’t call me Tris, you waste of material.” The pint-sized Draconian replied, standing up on her shoulder.
“Oh, don’t like it? How about I put a bullet through your squishy face? Let’s see you protest when you don’t have a mouth to talk through.”
Tristram jumped off her shoulder, his little wings pumping the air and propelling him through the air and towards Godhand. Snatching him as he flew in front of her face, Lasair held tightly to the miniature version of her best friend.
“That’s enough, Tris.” She said to him.
He glared at her and shrugged out of her long, thin fingers. “Fine, but I’ll have no part in this. If you need any help, ask him. You clearly don’t need me.”
Before she could say anything to him, the plushie dived behind her back and disappeared into the rucksack on her. Sighing, Lasair took her first step towards the house, her eyes trying to figure out the best point of entry.
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Ten minutes later, Lasair struggled to pull herself through the first floor window. She’d found it unlocked. Well, Godhand had climbed up and found it unlocked and then opened it, giving her the all clear to enter. So she’s tensed her legs, dug her bare feet into the soft grass and jumped up. She’d barely grabbed the bottom sill of the window and now found herself struggling to pull herself up. Small may be her frame and light of weight, but Fae did not exactly have a lot of strength, let alone upper body strength.
“C’mon Godhand, you’re twice as strong as a human, help pull me up!” She lilting voice called up as she continued to struggle.
To anyone who happened to walk by the scene would seem ludicrous and hilarious. Her feet dangled a mere foot off the ground, her small size preventing her from merely jumping up to the height of the window, only 6 feet off the ground.
“You have wings, why don’t you just use them?” Godhand huffed from inside the house.
“I can’t, they’re too conspicuous.” She replied, struggling to hold her weight on the windowsill.
“Too…too conspicuous!?” A small face made of cloth peered over the edge of the sill, sporting a look of incredulity. “Oh, and let me guess, a petite woman desperately clinging to a window barely off the ground, wearing a sea green dress, no shoes and hair the colour of blood is inconspicuous?”
She thought about it for a moment. Honestly, she did. One whole second. “Yep!”
Godhand smacked himself in the face with his delicately sculpted vlince hands. “Sometimes I don’t know what to do with you…”
“What I think you should do is pull me up!” She pouted up at him.
Shaking his head and chuckling to himself, the little Godhand replica reached down and grabbed her hand. Bracing himself with his feet, he hefted her up. Perhaps a little too strongly. He disappeared, flying backwards into the house. She went up, nearly hit the top of the window and then came crashing back down. Her stomach impacted the pointy edge of the sill, all the air rushing from her lungs and one great ‘meep.’
“Ow…”
Winded, Lasair hung there, her dress a tangle around her legs and her butt still sticking out the window and up in the air.