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Post by Zaraha on Dec 17, 2010 11:33:20 GMT 12
She moved over to allow him room if he needed it next to her and the unmistakeable sound of a knife on wood floated to her. Pulling her hands away she sat them in her lap and looked down at where she thought his hands would be with the wood. Reaching out tentitively, she brushed the wood while he cut it. "They used to do that in my clan" she murmered softly.
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Post by Nightstalker on Dec 17, 2010 11:43:46 GMT 12
He looked over at her, lifting the knife out of the way as her hand brushed over the wood. "Really?" He was quiet for a time before he spoke again. "If you had a clan why did you leave? I've never had a clan, never really wanted one, at least..... as far as I can remember." He edged around that slightly before carrying on. "They offer protection to all of the clan. And they share food as well." He frowned slightly at the fire, watching the flames twist around each other.
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Post by Zaraha on Dec 17, 2010 12:39:24 GMT 12
Her jaw clenched as he asked the question and she stared ahead of her sightlessly. There was a long silence, cold and stony that stetched out between them before she spoke again, quietly. "I wasnt... happy in my clan. They werent very... accepting of my blindness as you are."
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Post by Nightstalker on Dec 17, 2010 12:44:22 GMT 12
He frowned at her words, his eyes darkening in anger, "How were they not accepting." He growled, trying to calm himself down by resuming his whittling of the firewood.
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Post by Zaraha on Dec 17, 2010 12:52:40 GMT 12
She flinched at the growl in his voice and shrugged to herself. "I was bullied... From a young age and I only had my mother who wasnt very high up in the clan itself. My father left when.. I was born."
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Post by Nightstalker on Dec 17, 2010 12:57:48 GMT 12
Growling again in irritation at her clan and her father, Ezra put the wood and knife down and hugged her. He was surprised at the action as mostly he avoided contact, but he had the feeling that Catya needed a bit of comfort at the moment. "Aren't clans supposed to look after one another? I wouldn't really know, having never been in one, but I thought that was how it works."
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Post by Zaraha on Dec 17, 2010 13:14:21 GMT 12
Catyas body froze at the hug, her spine straightening in her surprise. Eventually her arms wrapped around him and hugged him back but her body remained tight. "Well they all seemed to do that to one another except me. I did however have a mentor that helped teach me things. He was nice. Strict but nice." She wondered why she was opening up to this man so much but then she thought that was easy. She liked him, wanted him as a friend. It would be nice to have one or two for a change.
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Post by Nightstalker on Dec 17, 2010 13:28:49 GMT 12
He sighed, feeling strangely relieved that she had at least one person that had been nice to her. "That's good." He murmured softly, leaning back from her and picking up his wood and the knife again. "What about your mother? What happened to her?" He frowned suddenly, his hands pausing from the carving, "I don't mean to pry, you don't have to tell me by any means if you don't want to."
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Post by Zaraha on Dec 17, 2010 13:37:16 GMT 12
She sighed as he mentioned her mother. He was prying, annoyingly so but it didnt piss her off as much as it might have."I actually dont know. Last time I heard she had another child, remated." Those slim shoulders shrugged as if to say it didnt really bother her and she went quiet again.
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Post by Nightstalker on Dec 17, 2010 13:42:43 GMT 12
Ezra stayed silent after she had spoken, a frown on his face, his eyes dark. The only sound was that of his knife going over the former piece of firewood that he was carving. Standing up, he brushed his hand over her shoulder then went to get the rabbit that he had snared. Finding a pot he quickly filled it with water and made a stew, adding salt and other herbs and vegetables that he had foraged. Setting the pot over the fire he sat back beside Catya and picked up his carving again. "Are you hungry?"
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Post by Zaraha on Dec 17, 2010 19:16:21 GMT 12
She sighed and heard him leave the room and by the slight difference in his gait she could tell he was carrying something. Her guess was proven right when she heard him set it down and start the stew. She shook her head, not wanting to intrude anymore then she already had. "No. Its your food. Ill be fine."
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Post by Nightstalker on Dec 17, 2010 22:03:57 GMT 12
Ezra clapped his hands, disregarding her view on eating "That's great! Good thing I have an extra bowl." Rising to his feet again, he left and brought back two hand carved wooden bowls and carved wooden spoons. Almost everything he owned he had made by himself, and he was happy with that, he preferred to be independent. He sat down again and gave the stew a stir with a long stick. The stew was beginning to let out a tantalizing scent, making him eager to dig into the stew.
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Post by Zaraha on Dec 18, 2010 20:04:20 GMT 12
She shook her head as he left before coming back but didnt say anything more. If he wanted to pretend that he hadnt heard her that was fine, not her problem. Sniffing the ari she could smell the hot stew but she vowed to herself she wouldnt even try some until he had eaten his full.
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Post by Nightstalker on Dec 18, 2010 20:08:48 GMT 12
After checking the stew a couple more times, Ezra took it off the fire and set it down, scooping the stew up in the bowl. Passing the first bowl to her he cave her a spoon and filled his bowl up, eagerly tucking in to the hot meal.
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Post by Zaraha on Dec 19, 2010 20:24:27 GMT 12
Feelinga round Catya took the bowl as it hit her hands and held it in her lap. Her sharp hearing picked up the small sounds he made while eating but she waited until he had eaten a lot. The smell of warm stew and rabbit floated to her but she pushed the urge to dig in back. He could still be hungry and if he was she'd give him hers.
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