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 Posted: Mon Sep 14, 2009 6:14 pm
"Make you happy," she said holding up another piece. "I feel I owe it to you after making you worry so much."
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Posted: Mon Sep 14, 2009 6:16 pm
"You owe me nothing," He bit at the piece she offered, "Except for perhaps staying safe in my arms for a few nights."
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Posted: Mon Sep 14, 2009 6:32 pm
"I will do so gladly," she held the remaining of the piece in the center of her hoof.
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Posted: Mon Sep 14, 2009 6:54 pm
Sinthos stretched his neck to reach it, almost falling off of the chair as he did so.
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Posted: Mon Sep 14, 2009 6:57 pm
Firebolt moved quickly to steady him, "You're certain this activity is safe?"
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Posted: Mon Sep 14, 2009 7:00 pm
"It was. Though anymore, I must wonder if anything is safe." Sinthos stood and kissed her cheek. "I cannot even take in nourishment without fear of injury."
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Posted: Mon Sep 14, 2009 7:01 pm
"Which is why I must remain with you," she said simply. "You still need to take in more nourishment."
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Posted: Mon Sep 14, 2009 7:08 pm
Sinthos shook his head, "I have survived on less. Though I am sure if I had a mother she would be pleased someone is looking after me so."
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Posted: Mon Sep 14, 2009 7:10 pm
She nudged him gently, "You would not allow me to 'survive on less'."
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Posted: Mon Sep 14, 2009 7:21 pm
"I suppose I should abide by my own rules..." He went to a cabinet and found some oatmeal, putting it in water in a pot over the stove to boil.
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Posted: Mon Sep 14, 2009 7:23 pm
She smiled happily, "Good. I want to see you well."
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Posted: Mon Sep 14, 2009 7:27 pm
"I know...I would want the same for you." The water boiled and Sinthos spooned the gooey oatmeal into a plain wooden bowl with a matching spoon. He took a bite and scrounged up his nose, "Accio cinnamon." A small jar flew off of a shelf and into his waiting hoof and he began to spoon several large heaps into his food. "I tend to enjoy a bit of flavor with my oatmeal..." He smiled somewhat sheepishly again, looking at the small mountain of the red brown spice in his bowl before mixing it up.
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Posted: Mon Sep 14, 2009 7:31 pm
She blinked in surprise, "Where did you learn that?"
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Posted: Mon Sep 14, 2009 7:32 pm
"From one of my spellbooks. Why?"
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Posted: Mon Sep 14, 2009 7:35 pm
"It is of the magic of my family," she explained. "I've not heard anyone else in the valley making use of it..."
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