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Date Posted: 17:59:30 06/05/05 Sun In reply to: Nitasha 's message, "peace" on 16:35:01 06/05/05 Sun Baylina followed Nitasha silently as the girl led the way through the seemingly endless hallways. The light the child carried flickered among the shadows along the stone surface of the walls, and the way it glowed caused the flames to take on the appearance of dancing. She watched them in an amused state of mind though she was not directly thinking about them. There were other things that she thought about, more questions engrossed her mentality as she tried to answer everything that bothered her; yet the issues would not end. Tasha carried herself in her own sort of sad way; her problems were different than that of Baylina’s, yet Bay could understand how she felt –what it was like to be mistreated and misunderstood. Nitasha had never had a chance at life; she had never had an opportunity to live the life of a normal child, which was why Bay could relate. She herself had never been granted toys or a large house of luxury; instead, the moment she could start training, Baylina’s masters had insisted that she begin to learn the art of war. Maybe Bay had never been whipped, or beaten for something that could not be helped, but she had felt the cold metal of a sword against her skin more times than would ever be desired. As they made their way to the garden entrance, Bay assisted Nitasha with the door, realizing that it was heavy. She ignored the guards in their entirety, caring little about them or what they had to say. If they wished to pick a fight, then she would let them, Bay would not let them do anything to either her or the girl. The garden was impressive, and it was obvious that it was taken care of on a daily basis. Baylina looked around in silent awe –it was quite magnificent for something that had been man made; however, it came nowhere close to the rolling hills and endless plains and plateaus that she had lived on. The thought of the mountains made her long for her homeland, but she pushed it all away –she would never go back; she was no longer a Sarmatian. Finally, Bay knew what she had to do; she decided she would speak to the king…she would not allow Nitasha to worry about her future any longer. “Perhaps I can speak with your King again?” she asked thoughtfully, not telling Tasha what she intended to do, but knowing that the child could take her there. Bay was a bit nervous to go speak with the overly confident man again, but she figured that she did not have much choice. She did not wish to fight anyone again, nor anger the arrogant man again, but she would do what it took to get her way. ‘Who really care what happens; I have nothing to lose…’ she thought to herself, ‘but I guess I have something to gain…’ The idea made her wonder what she was about to get herself into, but she made sure to keep moving forward –and never look back. [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] |
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| dark demise | Craven & Nitasha | 21:17:03 06/05/05 Sun |
| dark demise | Craven & Nitasha | 21:17:23 06/05/05 Sun |
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