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Post by Maeve nó Heliotrope on Jan 27, 2008 13:43:44 GMT -5
"Since I was a baby," I said. "Someone left me there." It seemed blunt to put it that way, but it was the truth, and since I had no memory of it, it didn't hurt much to speak of it.
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Post by Darien Kachine on Jan 27, 2008 19:56:20 GMT -5
"Do you like it there?" I asked, her marque growing under my tools.
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Post by Maeve nó Heliotrope on Jan 27, 2008 21:20:15 GMT -5
"Yes," I said, "though I don't think I'll be there forever."
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Post by Darien Kachine on Jan 27, 2008 21:22:52 GMT -5
"Have you definite plans or just a desire to see other places?" I asked. The work was going faster now that she was not as tense, her skin more accepting of the inks.
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Post by Maeve nó Heliotrope on Jan 27, 2008 21:39:17 GMT -5
"Not definite," I said hesitantly. "But I know what I would like to do."
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Post by Darien Kachine on Jan 28, 2008 11:07:25 GMT -5
"It's good to have plans for your future," I said, smiling.
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Post by Maeve nó Heliotrope on Jan 28, 2008 19:46:19 GMT -5
"I think so," I said. "They're very motivating plans." I paused. "Was being a marquist your plan?"
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Post by Darien Kachine on Jan 29, 2008 1:33:10 GMT -5
"Not at all. I wanted to do anything as long as I could draw and paint. My parents sent me to Eglantine, but I had no interest in the other adeptly pursuits. Master Kachine came upon me, paid my marque price, and trained me as his apprentice," I told her.
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Post by Maeve nó Heliotrope on Jan 29, 2008 16:55:52 GMT -5
"I see," I said. "When did this all happen?"
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Post by Darien Kachine on Jan 29, 2008 17:30:14 GMT -5
"Leaving Eglantine? Ten years ago," I answered as my hands moved on to the final part of her marque that I would be working on today.
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Post by Maeve nó Heliotrope on Jan 30, 2008 14:38:43 GMT -5
"What's it like?" I asked. "To be free of the Night Court."
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Post by Darien Kachine on Jan 30, 2008 16:22:54 GMT -5
"That's a hard one for me to answer, since I was never a true adept. It was a relief because I could focus on my true passion, art, but then again I'm certain I missed out on some of the greater social experiences," I answered.
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Post by Maeve nó Heliotrope on Jan 31, 2008 22:25:36 GMT -5
"I'm not sure if that's true," I said thoughtfully. "We teach, we learn, we spend time with our friends, we go to fetes. Aside from our sacred services, we're like everyone else."
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Post by Darien Kachine on Feb 1, 2008 14:15:46 GMT -5
"I didn't mean to imply that you weren't like everyone else, just that as an adept you are more exposed to social situations than I was as the only apprentice to a single master."
I straightened up. "Finished. Don't move though, the ink still needs to set."
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Post by Maeve nó Heliotrope on Feb 2, 2008 17:55:58 GMT -5
"All right," I said. "Thank you very much, I hope to be back soon."
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Post by Darien Kachine on Feb 2, 2008 18:00:56 GMT -5
"I hope so as well," I replied as I fetched the salve and bandages. She hadn't asked to see the work, so I left the mirrors where they were.
Carefully, I applied the salve to her freshly inked skin. "This will help with the pain and healing. I'll send a little jar home with you." I wiped my hand off. "If you would sit up now, I can bandage you."
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Post by Maeve nó Heliotrope on Feb 4, 2008 21:25:44 GMT -5
"Alright." Slowly, I sat up, holding the robe up to my breasts to hide them.
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Post by Darien Kachine on Feb 5, 2008 0:26:27 GMT -5
With utter professionalism, I wrapped her in the required bandages, making sure not to dislodge the robe as I did.
"All done," I said with a smile. "Do you need help down?"
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Post by Maeve nó Heliotrope on Feb 5, 2008 17:27:54 GMT -5
"Yes, thank you," I replied.
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Post by Darien Kachine on Feb 5, 2008 17:58:09 GMT -5
Moving things out of her way, I carefully helped her down and to her feet. I smiled and then turned back to the counter cleaning up some more, thus facing my back to her so if she didn't feel up to putting the robe on she could still have her privacy.
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Post by Maeve nó Heliotrope on Feb 7, 2008 17:09:32 GMT -5
I quietly made my way to the screens where my clothes were. I attempted to dress, putting on my shift and sliding my dress as carefully as possible over my head. The bandages were not very lucky, though I looked a bit like I had fattened up about the hips. Once dressed, I reemerged.
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Post by Darien Kachine on Feb 7, 2008 22:26:45 GMT -5
I looked up as she emerged. "How are you feeling?"
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Post by Maeve nó Heliotrope on Feb 9, 2008 12:14:51 GMT -5
"All right," I said. "It hurts a little, but I'll be fine."
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Post by Darien Kachine on Feb 9, 2008 17:17:51 GMT -5
"Good," I said, smiling. I offered her the jar of salve. "If you need more please feel free to come by or even send a note and I will get some to you."
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Post by Maeve nó Heliotrope on Feb 10, 2008 22:54:15 GMT -5
Accepting the salve, I replied, "I will. Thank you again for your time and wonderful work."
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Post by Darien Kachine on Feb 10, 2008 23:35:16 GMT -5
"It's been my pleasure, Maeve," I said, smiling. "I hope to see you again soon."
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Post by Maeve nó Heliotrope on Feb 11, 2008 19:54:13 GMT -5
"So do I," I replied. "Goodbye."
With a respectful dip, I left, and made my way back to Heliotrope.
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Post by Darien Kachine on Feb 12, 2008 1:10:26 GMT -5
Smiling, I watched her go then began to clean up. She was a lovely girl and I really hoped she'd had a better experience this time getting marqued.
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