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Experiences and Memories 5After Dew caught up with Oleander, she yelled at him for rushing off again. Not so much for being impolite, but actually for leaving her behind. It was rather obnoxious to have to find him after every conversation. He said that time it was warranted. He had needed to rush away. Dew sighed as she said that was not the best plan. He had to face his issues.
Oleander turned that over though. He pointed out that she kept going quiet whenever she was uncomfortable. She tried to change the subject as she did before, but Oleander would not have it. “Either you tell me what you are hiding or I am leaving”
“I guess you could find other help then” said Dew as she went off. Oleander hurriedly caught up with Dew, but she went off again. Eventually he jumped in front of her.
“I did not mean to offend you” stuttered Oleander as he put a hand on Dew’s shoulder. “But I do not understand what is so worth hiding that you pause like that” That is the w
Experiences and Memories 4It took Dew a little while, but eventually she caught up with Oleander. She found him drearily walking about, holding the book in front of him. Not thinking much of that, Dew said “She was nice enough” Getting no response she said “She was not that bad” Again she was met without a response. “You can not be serious about not liking her?” Still getting no repose, she said “You are completely useless and quite possibly the embodiment of a demonic spirit who has taken control of a man so he may invade the mortal realm” Now knowing that she was getting ignored, she yelled “Oleander!!!”
“Huh?” blurted out Oleander as he stumbled forward, fell to the ground, and stared up at Dew. She huffed and asked him what she said. Oleander said that she knew a good gardener. Dew let out another huff and said no.
Oleander asked what it was then. Dew glared at him and said “nothing”. Oleander smiled and tried a few guesses
Experiences and Memories 3Shortly after leaving, Oleander asked where exactly they were going. Dew shrugged and said they might as well head to the town’s library to start. It might have something useful in it.
So the two hurried past the store fronts to the older section of the town. The library was a tall building that was set between a large oak tree and the town’s western gate. Most of the other buildings had been removed to make an open square in the area, but the people had felt a need to keep the library around. It held both a source of knowledge and historical significance to the town.
Oleander tried the door but found it locked. He wondered why when he started knocking. Dew told him to stop. She explained it had closed down a while ago, but they always kept the door unlocked so books could still be lent out.
Dew then said the door was probably stuck and tried her luck. It was at that time that a passing elf stopped and asked why they were trying to get into Powder’s house. Dew asked w
Experiences and Memories 2As the man walked into Exilus, he started to wonder why he was told not to go to this town. Everything seemed alright. He looked at the buildings, and they seemed to be in good condition. ‘Not condemned’ he thought. He looked around and saw plenty of people. ‘Not abandoned’ he thought. He saw plenty of the different man evolved races. ‘Not form discriminatory’ he thought. It all seemed to be an average town.
As he headed farther into town he stopped at fountain to sit and rest. It was then that a group of Fairies flew down. They stared at him, and then the one that seemed to be their leader looked him up and down and asked “I have never seen you before, so who are you?”
“Umm…” said the man. He could not recall his name and this seemed like the first in a line of question he would not be able to answer.
“Could you please speak up sir?” asked the second fairi. She did not seem as abrupt as the first, but he wa
Experiences and Memories 1“What is going on” muttered a dark red haired man as he got off the ground and dusted himself off. He let out a grunt as he gripped his head. It was splitting with the worst headache he could imagine.
The man decided to look around. He saw trees in one direction, a pond to another and a hill in the last one. “I am not sure if I can swim, the forest may be dangerous, so over the hill it is” said the man as he went over the hill and saw a small town. He looked farther and saw some fields in the distance. He walked down the hill towards the town and came across another person going along the road. “Hello sir, could you tell me where I am?”
“You are on a road.” said the other man, walking off.
“Very amusing; I meant do you know anything about that town? Maybe a name?” said the man, now walking alongside the other man.
The other man looked him over and glared “That town is some place you will want to avoid” said the man
The Start Of All Things 18Solac opened his shop early the next day. He found the book that he had given Night lying out only halfway through the section he had told him to read. And knowing that he had the right to retaliate, he grabbed an inkpot and scroll.
He headed up the staircase and down the hallway to the room he had given Night. He dipped his quill into the ink and wrote ‘screech’ onto the parchment. Then slid it under Night’s door.
This was met with a startled scream from Night. He jumped out of his bed and landed face first on the ground. He rushed over to the door and found the screeching note that Solac had left him. He tore it up and headed out the door.
Solac was on the lower floor by the time Night had gotten dressed and out of his room. He groggily made his way over to Solac. This seemed to be what Solac wanted though, as he pointed towards the book. Night looked back up to him and Solac said “When did you give up on it?”
Night starred downwards. He felt like he was
The Start Of All Things 17It started raining as Swills led Night off. They ducked into a nearby restaurant. Swills threw off her coat and wrung it into a potted plant. She then hung it up on a nearby post. She had expected to bring Night to a nicer place.
The restaurant they were in had a few tables with worn clothes on them. But since it was raining very heavily, she decided it would be best to stay.
As Night tried to dry some of the water off of himself with a handkerchief he kept in his pocket, a waiter went over to them. He cheerfully asked if they wanted a table. Swills told him that was why she hung up her coat. The waiter faked a laugh and led them over to a nearby table. He set down cutlery and cloth napkins. He then asked if they wanted some tea. Night sat and told them that would be nice. Swills told him she would just have water and sat as well.
The waiter nodded and went off. Night took the cutlery and laid it in order. Swills gave him a quizzical look. Night coughed and said it was a habit. The aca
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