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Post by Adelaide nó Nicodeme on Jun 21, 2010 12:23:41 GMT -5
I cringed. "I think I can manage. Besides, if I can't handle a simple tonic, how am I ever going to tolerate the sorts of things that priestesses here do every day? Besides, she gives me a sweet roll to take away the aftertaste, so it's not so bad." I leaned over the sill. "And they never give me a lot of sleeping draught. You know, you sure worry a lot. Is that a trait common to Balm adepts, excessive worrying?"
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Post by Faisan nó Balm on Jun 25, 2010 1:23:52 GMT -5
I stepped back a bit, frowning at her question. I hadn't thought my worrying excessive at all.
"I... guess it's a personal trait. It was only an offer. If you're sure you're settled, I'll leave you to your duties. I'm sure they keep you busy enough."
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Post by Adelaide nó Nicodeme on Jun 25, 2010 11:39:19 GMT -5
I sighed. "Yes, duties..." In my experience, one duty usually blossomed into several other duties by the time the day was done, especially if I bumbled my way through the initial task.
"It was nice talking to you!" I chirped, waving before gently closing the shutters before someone came to investigate the cold draft. I didn't even give a thought to my rudeness at the time, so focused was I on hiding the scarf where no one would find it.
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Post by Faisan nó Balm on Jun 29, 2010 0:41:32 GMT -5
"Good..." And just like that, she was gone. I felt a bit like a sudden gust of wind had just hit me and sent me tumbling like a leaf down the street. How does one deal with someone who's not the same from one moment to the next? "... bye."
I shook my head, and pulled my cloak up tight, ducking my chin down to gain some protection from the wind, turning around to consider my path back to the store. Perhaps I'd get a cup of cider myself.
Still, it was good to know young Adelaide was safe indoors, and without further concern for her, the usual fear rearing back up again, I headed down the street towards my destination, hurrying, senses keen again.
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