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 Posted: Tue Jan 13, 2009 3:51 pm
Femi looked wistfully out the window. It was such a nice day outside... Perhaps a bit cold, but nice nevertheless. The sun was shining, making the snow sparkle. Winter wasn't her favourite season, she preferred spring when the flowers were reemerging and everything looked so new and fresh, but she couldn't deny the charm of winter. It would be nice to go for a walk.
Tucking a lock of hair away from her face, she patted her ears and headed off to look for a coat. If she bundled up good, maybe she could stay nice and toasty. It took a few moments, but soon she was ready, her outfit complete with a nice warm jacket, mittens and a scarf. As an afterthought, she grabbed a hat as well, and pulling it on, she ducked outside.
The wind was chilly indeed, and made her shiver. She was used to much warmer temperatures, but she was determined to enjoy her walk. After all, there wasn't much else for her to do...
Head down against the wind, she started down the path, hoping the trees there would cut back some of the wind.
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Posted: Tue Jan 13, 2009 4:16 pm
It was days like this that the tall, dark knight was glad of his equine genetics -- they kept him warm in the frigidity of winter. But still, the ice beneath his hooves made the long run in the park that Ciaran had been pining after almost impossible -- and so slightly frustratingly, the centaur Hyte picked his way with delicate prancing steps down the park's pathway. The heavy cloak that he had wrapped around him kept him quite, quite warm, and if he had been less comfortable, Ciaran might have sulked back home.
However, when he spotted the small meerkat woman out for her own walk, he recognized her vaguely -- wasn't she a Hyte, like himself? And it was not always safe for a woman to be walking alone... he felt a pang of protectiveness welling up inside, despite himself. "Excuse me," he called, his voice quiet and gentle as he moved a little faster in a small attempt to catch up. "I think that I recognize you." Ciaran knew he could be a bit intimidating; he had left his weapon at home, though, and he tried his best to make his slightly somber mien into a pleasant smile.
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Posted: Tue Jan 13, 2009 4:33 pm
With her head down and with the hat covering her ears, Femi didn't hear the centaur at first. When she realized someone had spoken to her, she looked up, her eyes a little wide. She hadn't been expecting company on her walk.
"Oh! Yes, yes. I'm afraid I don't think I know your name though," she murmured, giving him that friendly, but still somehow sad smile she often wore.
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Posted: Tue Jan 13, 2009 4:53 pm
Ciaran bowed his head, smiled a little more sincerely. One gloved hand rose to push back a few stray strands of his black hair where it was being snarled around his face by the cold wind, and unconsciously he shifted, offering his back to the wind and sheltering the small form without thinking about it. "My name is Ciaran, my lady," he said it with a smile. "What would you prefer to be called...?" His bow was small, but courtly nevertheless.
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Posted: Tue Jan 13, 2009 4:59 pm
She smiled wider at his knightly manor and gave a small curtsy herself. "Oh, thank you," she said as he moved to block some of the wind. He was much taller than her, so the lower half of her body was still met by the wind blowing past his legs. His manoeuvrer effectively blocked the wind from her face though, and that was much appreciated. Her cheeks pink from where they had been bombarded before, she rubbed her nose lightly to warm it. "Its a pleasure to meet you, Ciaran! My name is Femi."
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Posted: Tue Jan 13, 2009 5:25 pm
"My pleasure entirely, Miss Femi," Ciaran said with a grave little smile, pleased to see that her sweet face had brightened. "I... am sorry to accost you so suddenly and without warning, but I thought that perhaps..." He had started out so confident! Where had the wind from his sails gone? As much as Ciaran wished he could be as easy and good with women as Lance was, he always seemed to lose his gusto about halfway through.
Clearing his throat, Ciaran sighed. "Well, what I meant to offer was my escort on your walk, Miss Femi, although I suppose that doesn't speak well for my chivalry."
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Posted: Tue Jan 13, 2009 5:53 pm
She laughed softly, but it wasn't at him, of course. "Should I call you Sir Ciaran?" she asked pleasantly, looking up at him. "I would love it if you were to accompany me. I think it's a lovely day for a walk, and it'd be even lovelier with company." Her smile widened, and she really meant it. Femi loved to be around others, she was just often to shy or nervous to actually spend much time around them.
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Posted: Tue Jan 13, 2009 6:30 pm
Warm, soft color seeped in under Ciaran's dark cheeks, and the quiet knight chuckled softly. "Just Ciaran is fine," he murmured quietly. "And it is a lovely day, isn't it? Cold, but beautiful somehow... all the light shining off the snow is nice." He lifted his head again, let the wind catch his hair, and smiled as he offered a gloved hand to her. "Shall we walk, then?"
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Posted: Tue Jan 13, 2009 6:41 pm
"My thought exactly," she cried, even happier now that he seemed to share her point of view. Reaching out, she slipped her slender hand in his. "Yes, let's!"
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Posted: Wed Jan 21, 2009 9:17 pm
Ciaran's eyes widened, but dutifully the centaur gently held Femi's small hand in his own, much larger, weapon-battered one. "Still, you should keep warm," he murmured, awkwardly protective as he continued picking his delicate way down the path, placing his sure bright hooves where there was no ice. "I would not want you to become sick, Miss Femi..."
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Posted: Sun Jan 25, 2009 12:00 pm
She smiled at him as they walked, having to quicken her dainty steps to keep up with his larger gait. "Thank you so much for your concern, Ciaran dear, but I'm fine. I bundled up really good!" Her grey eyes scanned the ground carefully, making sure that she didn't step on any ice. "Are you warm? When we get back, I can make some hot coco!"
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