Post by pendragon on Feb 25, 2008 20:25:06 GMT -5
::Eyes peer towards her and a smile forms on a set of lips as a soft whisper fills her ears, calling her:: Come Pendragon.
: ::Silmarwen was down in the Plass dock tentsite, which rounded the tarsil river dock, that was under constructionA multitude of colored tents lined the area, as some workers had brought familles in for the duration of construction. A wooden path was being built up to Krisston Plass, and several posts had been laid now. The dragonrider would come from out of the tents as the voice called. She was garbed in her usual bracers, black knee high boots, grey pants, white halter, with the falconian blade at her hip:: Who calls my name? :;came a soft whisper::
SlTHARI ::a petite figure wearing just a flowing robe of snow white fur, hanging off her shoulders, exposing smooth bare flesh underneath, and long cassacades of crimson tresses spill down around those bared shoulders:: I am Ari. It is I who summons you.
Silma, " We hath never met before today, and ye know my family name. ::Silmarwen stood 5'6, grey feathered wings folded along the arc of her back. Her bracered forearms crossed over her abdomen as she gave a light pace of a walk:: Why do ye call, Ari?
SlTHARI," Nae. We have only just met. But your blood is familar to me. For I have smelled that blood in another kin to you even if he is unknown. He is blood of pendragon and lefay, the witch. ::She stood petite at just over 5 ', 95 lbs, small figure shapely under those furs::
Silma::She would remain silent for she knew not of the other "witch" whom she spoke of. Nor which family member she was exacltly referencing:: Ye are vague, but none the less what tis it that brings ye to golden horn?
SlTHARI: Your cousin will reward me well for finding kin of his blood. He is the Imperial Majesty of the ancient LeFay Family of Rhydin. Daemon W LeFay. He also claims decendacy from Pendragon blood.
Silma" Aye but there are many varieties of Pendragon blood, even another seperate line within golden horn which I have no claim to. Ye could have the lines mixed up. What race does this other descend from? ::she arched up a white brow::
SlTHARI " The kin of which I speak is part demon part fae part human. He is an Emperor and a warlord. I do not know if going peacefully would be enjoyable to him. ::A soft giggle comes from her lips::
Silma" Those are not of my lineage. At least the blood line ye are looking for. Nay even my fathers lineage. ::she looked back to her and would give a clack of her bracers, alighting the stones::
SlTHARI ::A small shrug of those bare shoulders was given to that:: Perhaps but perhaps not. Either way, he will be known of you and make that decision for himself. Tis all I can do in the situation, m'lady. ::Her tiny figure and its bared flesh alight by the stones now::
Silma: Then so be it. He will know. But I am not of his blood. ::she dipped her head as she was enfolded in a flash of blue light back to Plass::
: ::Silmarwen was down in the Plass dock tentsite, which rounded the tarsil river dock, that was under constructionA multitude of colored tents lined the area, as some workers had brought familles in for the duration of construction. A wooden path was being built up to Krisston Plass, and several posts had been laid now. The dragonrider would come from out of the tents as the voice called. She was garbed in her usual bracers, black knee high boots, grey pants, white halter, with the falconian blade at her hip:: Who calls my name? :;came a soft whisper::
SlTHARI ::a petite figure wearing just a flowing robe of snow white fur, hanging off her shoulders, exposing smooth bare flesh underneath, and long cassacades of crimson tresses spill down around those bared shoulders:: I am Ari. It is I who summons you.
Silma, " We hath never met before today, and ye know my family name. ::Silmarwen stood 5'6, grey feathered wings folded along the arc of her back. Her bracered forearms crossed over her abdomen as she gave a light pace of a walk:: Why do ye call, Ari?
SlTHARI," Nae. We have only just met. But your blood is familar to me. For I have smelled that blood in another kin to you even if he is unknown. He is blood of pendragon and lefay, the witch. ::She stood petite at just over 5 ', 95 lbs, small figure shapely under those furs::
Silma::She would remain silent for she knew not of the other "witch" whom she spoke of. Nor which family member she was exacltly referencing:: Ye are vague, but none the less what tis it that brings ye to golden horn?
SlTHARI: Your cousin will reward me well for finding kin of his blood. He is the Imperial Majesty of the ancient LeFay Family of Rhydin. Daemon W LeFay. He also claims decendacy from Pendragon blood.
Silma" Aye but there are many varieties of Pendragon blood, even another seperate line within golden horn which I have no claim to. Ye could have the lines mixed up. What race does this other descend from? ::she arched up a white brow::
SlTHARI " The kin of which I speak is part demon part fae part human. He is an Emperor and a warlord. I do not know if going peacefully would be enjoyable to him. ::A soft giggle comes from her lips::
Silma" Those are not of my lineage. At least the blood line ye are looking for. Nay even my fathers lineage. ::she looked back to her and would give a clack of her bracers, alighting the stones::
SlTHARI ::A small shrug of those bare shoulders was given to that:: Perhaps but perhaps not. Either way, he will be known of you and make that decision for himself. Tis all I can do in the situation, m'lady. ::Her tiny figure and its bared flesh alight by the stones now::
Silma: Then so be it. He will know. But I am not of his blood. ::she dipped her head as she was enfolded in a flash of blue light back to Plass::