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 Posted: Tue Mar 23, 2010 3:24 pm
Tori laughed at her sarcasum. She was witty, and he liked that. No-one talked like that to him at the palace. He didn't get to hear it often, and when he did it was only because it was coming from him.
slowly he walked into the cottage, looking around. It was so small here! Where did one put all of their weapons and hunting gear? It confused him. Tori thought that this place was too small. He would make it bigger...if he was forced to go back.
With a grunt, he streatched out his wing so the man could get a look at it.
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Posted: Tue Mar 23, 2010 3:37 pm
"Now let me see that." The man didn't seem to care that Tori was a royal, "Off with that shirt and lay on your stomach on that cot." he pointed to a small cot in the corner, near an old fashioned fire place with a pot of boiling water hanging in it. Very old fashioned. That was why Fang liked it. "Fang, to the herb room with you."
Fang rolled her eyes, "Whatever, oldie." she laughed, walking into a back room and closed the door behind her.
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Posted: Tue Mar 23, 2010 3:43 pm
It was a hard thing to do without bringing at least slight pain, but Tori un-buttoned the parts of his shirt that gave him wing-slits and took off his shirt, laying on the cot. He folded in his good wing and gingerly streched the other. All Tori knew is that it would require a splint.
"I hope I am not intruding Sir..." he said polietly, shifting a bit. He did not lie on his stomach often.
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Posted: Tue Mar 23, 2010 3:52 pm
Meiyu smiled a little, "That's what I'm hear for." He knelt down, pulling the pot from the fire with his bare hands and dunked some gauze in it, wrapping the gauze quickly around the wing, he slowly pushed the bone back into place, and strapped a large stick-like pole to the base of the wing with casting material.
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Posted: Tue Mar 23, 2010 3:57 pm
Tori scrunched his face as he felt the bone -pop!- back into place. It hurt almost as much as being struck by that thing that the guards had shot at him. If he was forced to go back, he would be telling them all about it.
"You don't seem surprised to see me out of the castle," he said observiantly, folding the wing as much as he could. Tori took in the sight of his wings. He might be able to fly again...it a few months.
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Posted: Tue Mar 23, 2010 4:05 pm
"I'm honestly more surprised that Ms. Fang hasn't had your head yet." He laughed, and in the back room Fang growled loudly,
"I heard that!"
"Anyway, I suggest you keep on a cape of some sort, to cover the wing. Most around these parts aren't so kind to ...your type." He said this sympathetically, as he cleaned up the bandages.
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Posted: Tue Mar 23, 2010 4:20 pm
Tori looked up at the man, confused.
"May I ask what you mean by...my kind...Sir?" asked Tori, confused. He had never really been hated.
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Posted: Tue Mar 23, 2010 4:30 pm
"Well, I'd say royals, but..." He looked awed at the fact that the kid didn't seem to know just how long this had been going on.
"But it's the same for anyone that lives inside those castle walls." Fang interupted, stepping into the room with a bag of good/ strong smelling herbs. "Thanks for the herbs, Meiyu." she said it stiffly, like she didn't want to be speaking. "Is he ready? Can we go?" She had already assumed he'd be needing a place to stay.
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Posted: Tue Mar 23, 2010 4:34 pm
Tori sat up, confused still. What were the nobles doing to earn hatred? Tori didn't see any reason for that. His mother and father were good people! When he saw them at least.
"Please tell me what is going on," he asked, his eyebrows furrowed together, "I have been long ingnorant of what lies beyond the castle walls."
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Posted: Tue Mar 23, 2010 4:41 pm
Fang glared at him, "If you need someone to tell you, I don't want to be the one to do it." she quickly openned the door leaving, "If you want a place to stay, you'll follow."
"You'd better go, son." The man smiled, motioning for Tori to go.
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Posted: Tue Mar 23, 2010 4:56 pm
Tori slipped on his shirt and stood, following Fang to the door. He turned to the healer and bowed deeply, grateful for him.
"Thank you sir," he said, "I hope Amon let's us meet again." He didn't want to go, but he had to if he wanted shelter.
The capitan of the Royal Guard scoured the streets for the escaped Prince, annoyed. If he didn't find him, the King and Queen would have his head. Maybe public lynching. That would not be pretty.
"He's not in the city!!!" he yelled to his men, spreading them out, "Head to the farms!!!"
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Posted: Tue Mar 23, 2010 5:07 pm
Just down the street was her own little cottage. It wasn't too much bigger than the healer's home, "You're lucky I've got a guest room." Fang said to him quirkily, stepping into the house and held the door for him, stretching, "I'll show you to your room." her voice was solid like ice but she offered him a house-warming grin, and openned the door to a small room with just a twin sized bed in it, "I going to shower, and if when I come out, anything is messed up or gone.." her eyes suddenly slitted, "I'll have your head." she left going into another room with a slightly larger bed in it, and into a bathroom connected to it.
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Posted: Wed Mar 24, 2010 10:00 am
Tori sat in the room, looking around. This house was also small, with small beds and small everything. It was almost like a dwarves house. Looking out the window, Tori saw the nice sky, the big, puffy clouds. He wished he could fly...
"She seems like a nice young lady," he talked to himself, inspecting the room. He didn't take anything, just like he asked her not to, but she didn't say that he couldn't look. Moving to the outer rooms, he saw little toy soliders and books, along with fans and ornimates. Although it may be small, Fang's rooms and house were a bit cluttered.
Tori smiled as he found a colored feather, a silver one. That was the wing color for his uncle, the one in line for the throne after him. He heard that he had good will with the commonfolk. Tori grimaced. He hoped that that wasn't a lie too. It would be nice to know that at least one of his family members had something good with the Lowers, as the nobles called them.
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Posted: Wed Mar 24, 2010 12:38 pm
Fang's house was indeed cluttered, but each item held a memory. Her muscles relaxed in the warmth water, and after a little while, she dried with a fluffy towel wrapping in her fluffy, cheap, white bathrobe. she draped the towel over her wet hair, and stepped out into her room, glancing over her claws, "What are you up to?" she asked him, curiously, clearly not angry r anything close, as her shower had calmed her more than she'd expected.
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Posted: Wed Mar 24, 2010 5:31 pm
Tori smiled, looking at all of the things on a desk. There were notes and books and paperweights, and they all intrigued him. He was a very curious person.
"Just looking," he said with curiosity, holding up the feather that looked like it came from his uncle and a see-through red globe.
"You have very interesting things," he said with a smile, putting down the globe and inspecting the feather a bit more.
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