The Wasted

[Falls]

The centauress tilted her head to the side, speaking in her thick, unidentifiable accent as she answered. "...'ave you come from the nor' den? T'would be a very far trek from dere to dese western forests. Very far indeed." The centauress set the large sword down that she had been polishing, placing the rag near it. She held out a thin hand for Stefan to shake. "I am Nita. Welcome to deh forest of Avlis." [pulled the forest name from wikipedia xD]
[translation for the first sentence she said: have you come from the north then?]

Francesca bit into the cut of meat and groaned quietly as the delicious juices filled her mouth. She chewed quietly and quickly, eager to taste more. [wb?]

[Veins Of Opal]

Dairon shook her hand, "My name is Dairon." he said, then furrowed his brow. Avlis sounded quite familiar... Then it hit him. This is where his father had raised him. His blue eyes widened slightly, flicking his eyes around for the familiar white coat and wise voice. He shook that out of his mind, looking back to the centauress.

((I'll play his dad later. XD ))

[Falls]

Nita ran a hand through her hair, pushing it out of her metallic grey eyes. "Is somet'eeng wrong?" She asked, looking around as well. She looked back up at Dairon and suddenly felt very small in comparison. He was at least a head taller than her and was built with a much more muscular frame than she. As usual, she was the wisp of quiet nothingness compared to these strong centaurs.

[Veins Of Opal]

"Do you know a centaur named Oreius?" he asked her, flicking his tail. His sea blue eyes met her metallic eyes, his expression soft. She was quite a beautiful centauress. Though that wasn't the first thing on his mind at the moment. He wanted to know if his father was still here.

[Falls]

Nita's front hoof pawed gently at the ground at Dairon's question. "Oreius? He is dah reason I 'ave to polish dese swords," she replied a bit glumly. She gestured to the sword, resting on a pile of more swords, all bright and shiny from her work. "...'e simply loves to give out da chores. Why? Do you know 'im?" Her metallic eyes were suddenly curious as they peered up at the blonde centaur through flyaway strands of her walnut brown hair.

[Falls]

Francesca bit into the cut of meat and groaned quietly as the delicious juices filled her mouth. She chewed quietly and quickly, eager to taste more. [wb?]

[dmlp]

((wb=Writer's Block...I can't think of anything to say....Oh noez))

[Veins Of Opal]

Nita's front hoof pawed gently at the ground at Dairon's question. "Oreius? He is dah reason I 'ave to polish dese swords," she replied a bit glumly. She gestured to the sword, resting on a pile of more swords, all bright and shiny from her work. "...'e simply loves to give out da chores. Why? Do you know 'im?" Her metallic eyes were suddenly curious as they peered up at the blonde centaur through flyaway strands of her walnut brown hair.

"Dairon gave a nod. "I suppose you could put it that way..." he said quietly. He flicked his sea-blue eyes around, his breath catching slightly as he saw the man he was sure to be his father. Oreius held his bow in hand, teaching some of the younglings archery.

((I'll find a pic for his dad real quick. ))

[f l i g h t.]

[[ *Walks in awkwardly* Erm... hey guys... I'm back! I missed ya! *Smiles widely and opens arms out for a hug* ]]

[Falls]

[YAAAAAAYYY *tackle hug*
Both my chars are in the Machine so your chars wud hav to jump in to rp with mine. Who has a character not in the Machine right now?]

Nita metallic grey eyes followed Dairon's gaze. "I did not know he had any friends outside of the forest. Where do you know him from?" She looked back up at Dairon curiously.

Francesca was suddenly next to Tucker, practically climbing all over him as she eyed the fruit. "Where are you getting all this food??" One arm was slung over his shoulder while the other made grabby motions at the fruit.