Elias Kithridge
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Post by Elias Kithridge on May 17, 2021 20:51:46 GMT -5
There were a few loose boards, he found one strong enough that he could use it for leverage to break the handle itself. He could then pull at the mechanism until it released. It took him some time to get it sorted but when he came up again it was with a smile and a barrel that floated once he'd gotten it free of its confines.
It was not much to be happy about but once he had it settled on the edge of the deck he'd draw back on his shirt and call up to her, "Lady Amia," he would find her his shirt loose around his waist but clinging to his shoulders where it clung to where there was still some water trapped underneath, "I've found not much of use but I did find a small cask of Brandy so if nothing else we will have some warmth other than the fire tonight."
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Amia Duluth
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Roleplay posts: 27
Age: 18
Appearance: She is tall and willowy with red hair and blue eyes. There are freckles across her face.
Skills and Abilities: She is able to sew, cook, and clean, though little good those skills would do in the new world.
Biography: Amia was born in Vessia in the old world and ran away to the Usque. She was one of few to make it out alive. The mists were traumatizing. Other than that, her past is ambiguous.
Registered: Apr 4, 2021 1:20:15 GMT -5
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Post by Amia Duluth on May 20, 2021 10:13:07 GMT -5
She turned to look at him, a bunch of shellfish in a container she had found, her bounty plentiful enough for the two of them to eat. "I have dinner," she said cheerfully when he announced that he had Brandy. "It will be a good night indeed," she went on to say. Her eyes sparkled with good cheer as she gazed at him.
"We should celebrate," she teased a little, "We are alive somehow and we have food and drink and even a little shelter... I'd say there is much to be grateful for."
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Elias Kithridge
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Roleplay posts: 24
Registered: Apr 9, 2021 15:00:41 GMT -5
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Post by Elias Kithridge on Jun 19, 2021 11:28:37 GMT -5
"Oh aye, fresh air, sunshine, and shade, and food now," he agreed with a half-crooked grin. Bringing up the small cask of brandy he would suggest after they were settled down for a moment, "If you're feeling up to it we should last out the night and sleep during the day. It will be easier to travel when it is cooler."
He had been through crusade work, not the one of the ages of Earth but enough to know that the desert was not a kind mistress and it would be best to keep out of the heat of the sun. It was the reason he kept her sheltered. Putting down the cask he ran a hand through wet locks slicking them back away from his face before the loose curls came down to rest around his forehead again.
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Amia Duluth
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Roleplay posts: 27
Age: 18
Appearance: She is tall and willowy with red hair and blue eyes. There are freckles across her face.
Skills and Abilities: She is able to sew, cook, and clean, though little good those skills would do in the new world.
Biography: Amia was born in Vessia in the old world and ran away to the Usque. She was one of few to make it out alive. The mists were traumatizing. Other than that, her past is ambiguous.
Registered: Apr 4, 2021 1:20:15 GMT -5
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Post by Amia Duluth on Jun 21, 2021 22:41:24 GMT -5
"Aye," she said, then she moved to her feet and said, "But I am hungry... And it is soon to get dark. I think... I don't remember much but mist." Amia sighed then and decided to leave it at that because she was in good spirits. She started to dig a spot in the sand for a fire pit, not wanting to set the ship on fire in the process, as it was their only shelter for the moment.
A couple of armloads of driftwood and some dried kelp made for a good and small fire soon enough, and after that, the smell of seafood started to fill the air with it's sweet scent. Of course, it wouldn't take long for her to cook the mollusks.
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Elias Kithridge
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Roleplay posts: 24
Registered: Apr 9, 2021 15:00:41 GMT -5
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Post by Elias Kithridge on Jun 24, 2021 20:25:15 GMT -5
Elias would work on gathering the wood and help with digging out the trench in the sand for the pit that they'd use for the water. Then he'd fetch the freshest water he could find on the ship instead of using salt. They'd have enough left over to carry for their trip. At least as much as they could physically carry. They would have to work out the rest if they were stuck in the desert too long but they could not remain here.
He'd allowed her to cook while he took a rest against a large piece of driftwood. Taking a sip out of one of the golden cups they'd rescued it was heavy in his hand. "I imagine some king once used this," he would say lifting it up to salute her a smile on his lips at the thought.
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Amia Duluth
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Roleplay posts: 27
Age: 18
Appearance: She is tall and willowy with red hair and blue eyes. There are freckles across her face.
Skills and Abilities: She is able to sew, cook, and clean, though little good those skills would do in the new world.
Biography: Amia was born in Vessia in the old world and ran away to the Usque. She was one of few to make it out alive. The mists were traumatizing. Other than that, her past is ambiguous.
Registered: Apr 4, 2021 1:20:15 GMT -5
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Post by Amia Duluth on Jun 30, 2021 7:01:23 GMT -5
"Probably so," she grinned as he talked about the cup in his hand. The seafood was done in quick enough time and she said, "We should save the broth, as it will be enriching." Indeed, shellfish broth was good for you. She hunkered down, the food between them. Her fingers curled around her cup soon enough and she took a sip of the brew that they would be sharing for the duration of the night.
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Elias Kithridge
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Roleplay posts: 24
Registered: Apr 9, 2021 15:00:41 GMT -5
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Post by Elias Kithridge on Jul 14, 2021 21:23:48 GMT -5
It was as if warmth was upon her tongue at it. The liquid itself was perfectly fine but the flavoring was made for a class that even the knight before her would have never have been given leave to touch. It paired perfectly with their food as well enriching the meal for both of them. His salute to their drinking had not been mimicked but he was still smiling at the thrill of something so strange for him.
When he lowered his cup he would look across the waves and say without holding back in his thoughts, "I have imagined many things but never this."
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Amia Duluth
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Roleplay posts: 27
Age: 18
Appearance: She is tall and willowy with red hair and blue eyes. There are freckles across her face.
Skills and Abilities: She is able to sew, cook, and clean, though little good those skills would do in the new world.
Biography: Amia was born in Vessia in the old world and ran away to the Usque. She was one of few to make it out alive. The mists were traumatizing. Other than that, her past is ambiguous.
Registered: Apr 4, 2021 1:20:15 GMT -5
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Post by Amia Duluth on Jul 17, 2021 12:39:19 GMT -5
She lowered her cup, already feeling fuzzy in the head since she wasn't used to drinking spirits. Her eyes were on him then, their crystaline blue darkening ever so slightly. "Same here," she murmured and then drained the rest of what was in her cup. Her mouth curled up at the corners and she suddenly felt very happy even in this morose mood that had been going on.
"Mmm, may I have some more please?" she asked and offered her cup up for a refill. If she wasn't careful, she was going to get drunk pretty fast. And that would have served her right for downing her drink. But it numbed the pain too, the loneliness that she'd been feeling while in the mist.
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Elias Kithridge
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Roleplay posts: 24
Registered: Apr 9, 2021 15:00:41 GMT -5
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Post by Elias Kithridge on Jul 20, 2021 22:25:06 GMT -5
He'd pour her another glass assuming that she knew how to handle her liquor. She was safe with him, as he'd never take advantage of a woman, if she chose to go deeper into the cups than she could handle. Perhaps she would the way his eyes lingered on her as he glanced over her cup when he poured her another glass. He'd steadied her own by putting his hand underneath her hand to keep it where she wouldn't move unexpectedly. If there was one thing he would not do it was waste it.
There was a gentleness to his fingers even if they were coarse from the callouses of his life as a knight. Even still the roughness was nothing when he had such kindness in the glances he gave her when he said, "Of course."
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Amia Duluth
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Roleplay posts: 27
Age: 18
Appearance: She is tall and willowy with red hair and blue eyes. There are freckles across her face.
Skills and Abilities: She is able to sew, cook, and clean, though little good those skills would do in the new world.
Biography: Amia was born in Vessia in the old world and ran away to the Usque. She was one of few to make it out alive. The mists were traumatizing. Other than that, her past is ambiguous.
Registered: Apr 4, 2021 1:20:15 GMT -5
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Post by Amia Duluth on Jul 21, 2021 20:31:12 GMT -5
She swallowed when his hand found hers and his gaze also met hers over her cup. For a moment, all she could do was gaze at him, a warm feeling from the spirits soaring through her belly and, perhaps making her feel slightly fuzzy in the head. She did not drink yet, but murmured a soft, "Thank you," before her gem like eyes half-closed. She took the cup with her other hand and set it down, and then she turned her hand over and grasped his.
Mia guided that hand up to her cheek like she had seen a farmer do to his wife once while traveling away from Vessia. Her eyes closed and she gave a sigh.
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Elias Kithridge
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Roleplay posts: 24
Registered: Apr 9, 2021 15:00:41 GMT -5
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Post by Elias Kithridge on Jul 21, 2021 21:00:13 GMT -5
Denying her closeness as he was to be her guardian was beyond him when she took his hand and turned his palm upward in order to place it against her cheek. Just like that farmer his touch was unimaginably gentle when it did so but had a rough nature beneath. One of work and sweat and toil that he could not hide.
So he did not speak of it being innapropriate. Nor the way that when her lips parted she had his full attention. The way his eyes went downward when she closed hers because he had not been able to look anywhere else beforehand. His tongue darted out gracing his bottom lip before retreating.
He was being ridiculous, he told himself, his glances full of something that he'd not known was there until she'd made him touch her. Such a simple touch too, one that told her she had his full attention, his dark hair falling over cheeks shaded with stubble, with eyes of green so pale that it almost lacked color.
"Amia," her name fell like a ripe cherry from curved lips.
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Amia Duluth
Established
Roleplay posts: 27
Age: 18
Appearance: She is tall and willowy with red hair and blue eyes. There are freckles across her face.
Skills and Abilities: She is able to sew, cook, and clean, though little good those skills would do in the new world.
Biography: Amia was born in Vessia in the old world and ran away to the Usque. She was one of few to make it out alive. The mists were traumatizing. Other than that, her past is ambiguous.
Registered: Apr 4, 2021 1:20:15 GMT -5
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Post by Amia Duluth on Jul 25, 2021 7:23:26 GMT -5
She opened her eyes to look at him, her hand holding his to her face before dropping down. "I am not sure why I did that but I like it." She gave a grin and then it died down as she gazed at him longer. Her belly clenched. Ahh, but he was such a beautiful man, there was no other way to put it in her brain. He had her knotted up inwardly and it would have bothered her, but she was buzzing and therefor a little more opened up than she intended to be.
When her name passed his lips in such a manner as to sound like a purr, she swallowed as if her tongue went into her throat.
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Elias Kithridge
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Post by Elias Kithridge on Jul 28, 2021 10:14:12 GMT -5
Her words woke him from his reverie. She was a girl, and inexperienced woman that had probably never truly felt the touch of a man because she'd constantly had a chaperone as a lady. He could not ruin her for another even if they were in such dire straits. She was still a lady and as a knight this was not going to be some tavern wench that he rolled in the hay with and pulled out of to prevent an unwanted pregnancy.
Drawing his hand back it was not a swift movement as he was still reluctant even if he knew his place. He would not offer her another drink either for if he was to fall into the same pattern he might do things he would regret in the morning. Still he could not stop himself from saying, "I am glad that if I was to be marooned here it is with such pleasant company."
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Amia Duluth
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Roleplay posts: 27
Age: 18
Appearance: She is tall and willowy with red hair and blue eyes. There are freckles across her face.
Skills and Abilities: She is able to sew, cook, and clean, though little good those skills would do in the new world.
Biography: Amia was born in Vessia in the old world and ran away to the Usque. She was one of few to make it out alive. The mists were traumatizing. Other than that, her past is ambiguous.
Registered: Apr 4, 2021 1:20:15 GMT -5
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Post by Amia Duluth on Aug 2, 2021 10:48:15 GMT -5
She was an innocent, that was true, but she wasn't as clear headed as she should be to think about things like that. Not that she was outright drunk either. She didn't know what was going on in his thoughts but her smile died a little when he pulled away almost as if she had burned him. Her eyes half closed and she murmured, "Indeed, you are very pleasant company." She then moved to offer him the first pick of the seafood, for there was a bounty of it in front of them. She was so very hungry, so her thoughts went to the food instead of other things at present.
Regardless of who got first pick, food was being consumed almost ravenously.
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Elias Kithridge
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Roleplay posts: 24
Registered: Apr 9, 2021 15:00:41 GMT -5
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Post by Elias Kithridge on Aug 11, 2021 15:28:46 GMT -5
When she'd offered he only assumed it was to ask for his help, so he would crack open shells and offer them to her making sure that her needs were attended to before he tended to his own. He had given her water first as well, and with the alcohol he'd done that at the same time in the cups simply because it wasn't something that involved making sure she was taken care of. She was his charge and he took that rather seriously it seemed.
With the moonlight and the fire they had plenty of light to see by and he would share with her while he looked at the flames, "I have sat around a fire more often than not most nights but I still think of my father each time I start one."
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