2nd Sending [Audio/Commentlog]
[Much has been happening in the past week or so, and a good portion was not good. Some creature ransacked the Keep during the night and attacked several people that she knows and one that she shares her life with. After assuring that Kevas was bandaged and on his feet (protests be damned), she had taken to heart the matter of a certain missing
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What's up, girlie?
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Coen, the animals and vehicles that appear every month ..
[She trails off. However glad she is to hear from him so quickly, Talia has the presence of mind to know that somethings are best not broadcast to everyone without a care.]
Is there anyway I might speak with you in person? The subject matter is a bit .. delicate .. in nature. I would rather speak with those involved personally than have them find out simply by researching their journal.
[She'd also rather not ask outright 'How do I lock entries, yo??' but if he catches her meaning, locked replies would work peachy keen, too!]
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Third floor of the stables. Just yell out when you get here.
[He catches her drift, but wants to talk to her first.]
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Thank you.
[And with that she closes and tucks away her journal on her person and heads off to the stables. She sees Shaka missing from the pen and gives the trunks of the friendly elephants a gentle pat as they extend them toward her. A passing pat to her cranky neighborhood stallion and she makes her way up a level, heading toward the loft.
Up that final flight of stairs/ladder and she stops before proceeding any further, glancing around as she calls out.]
Coen?
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Thought I told you not to call me that.
[You would think him used to people not listening to that, but Dos still reacts every time. His tone is more an amused, weary rumble than annoyance of any kind.]
C'mon then. What did you want to talk to old Uncle Dos about?
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Mmm, I'm certain you did.
[There is amusement in her own tone, gently dismissing his correction which he himself seems only stating to state. Her smile widens a bit at the 'uncle' bit and then slips again, brows knitting slightly. She shifts and moves to join him on the hay pile, legs folding beneath her and not minding at all the prickly sensation. She's spent a good number of evenings nestled into a hay pile for lack of other sleeping quarters.
There's something soothing about the scent of fresh hay, as well ..]
We spoke of the animals and vehicles that come here .. that they change from month to month, with some stragglers remaining longer. That they are not to be kept from their enclosures longer than six hours at a time. [She worries at her lower lip a bit.]What of the raptor, Shaka? The large female with horns and poisonous skin that belonged to Kevas .. she is nowhere to be found, but he was decisively careful about making ( ... )
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Yeah, she's gone. There's a few ways it works here, or at least these are the trends I've picked up on.
The general mass in the stables changes roughly every 30 days. Sometimes things stay longer than that, but most times they don't. The horses switch up more than that. Pretty much every day we've got different mares or geldings or whatever in the stalls. Don't ask me how or why cause I dunno.
[Bending a knee, Dos rests his arm on it, but doesn't look away from Talia.]
Shaka was one of the rare cases. She turned up at random, stayed longer than some but less than most and wouldn't vanish if she was left out, I don't think.
[He's talking too much. Dos makes a low, growly sound, a sign that he's thinking things over.]
But yeah, she's gone. Whether or not she comes back, I can't say.
[Small pause. Dos smirks.]
She was his, right? Your lover?
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Even so, she listens with a grim resolution to hear it all out, whether or not she enjoys the news. Kevas deserved to know if Shaka was gone for good and at least Talia felt she could answer that now and help him through his own grieving process.
Still .. a chance still stood. Her appearing had been a sort of fluke and some of the restrictions did not effect her. And Dos wasn't certain if she would come back or not .. there was still a chance, however slim it was.
She nods, exhaling softly and her shoulders sink a bit, but then he asks his own questions and her lips quirk slightly despite the situation.]
Aye, she is Kevas' mount from his home world .. Although he is more my husband than simply a lover.
[Blushing? Talia??? Yep .. Yep she is. A whole lotta blushing going on right over here.]
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I shoulda picked that. Damn troll beatin' me to the prize.
[He sighs, a little exaggerated and meets her gaze. Dos smirks.]
You're cute when you blush. Anyone ever tell you that?
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Coen's amusement is plain, even if Talia doesn't understand the native words he uses. She chuckles softly, the sound low and husky as she absently rolls a piece of hay between her fingers.]
The prize, hmm?
[She looks up through the fall of her auburn curls, mirth open in her hazel gaze. She drops the straw and reclines, resting back on the balls of her hands (like yer icon there, Dos!)]
I don't suppose anyone has mentioned that you are quite attractive when you're flirting .. [Her grins broadens.] And when you not.
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Girlie, I get told that all the time.
[His voice is a low growl. She might be playing it up, but hell if Dos isn't playing to match.]
You know what happened the last time I got too close to a married woman?
[He leans in a little, voice keeping that same tone.]
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Is that so? Why doesn't that surprise me in the least .. I would find it hard to believe, with you being the attractive young man you are, that I am the sole object of those affections ..
[The last sounds more rhetorical than not. No, with the way she found you acting, dear Dos, the young Herald was relatively certain you heard that all too often and that you knew just how to turn on the charm. Not that this meant it wasn't effective or well received, however, because there was no denying that he was quite good at what he was doing; the game of words and intrigue was one Talia played quite well..
Although she'd keep the fact that his low growl did manage to send a rather pleasant chill down her neck and spine to herself. Yep, keeping that to self. Talia arches her brow smartly, sitting back up and leaning in with an air of exagerrated curiosity.]
No .. Tell me, Coen .. what happened?
[Although she has just the ( ... )
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Shit got real.
[That said, he stops his advances and flops back, hands behind his head and shirt still open, skin beneath etched with scars, tattoos and large, hard scale plates. Dos shuts his eyes and smirks, apparently relaxed once more.]
And nah, you aren't the only one. But the other is as out of reach as you are so I guess my luck is on a bit of a downward turn.
[He pauses, smirk broadening as he chuckles to himself.]
Young. How old do you think I am, Talia?
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Her brows knit as he gaze drops and falls on the scars he reveals to her, hissing out a soft burst of air. Although guns were not known in Valdemar, she'd learned of them on the Elegante and recognized the damange.]
Haven .. I should say so ..
[She nearly reaches a hand to trace the scars before propriety kicks in and she keeps her hands firmly in her own lap. No, touching him would not help the situation. Her eyes linger on his chest for a moment, taking in the scars, tattoos and plating before flitting back to his face as he relaxes back yet again, eyes closed.
She tssks softly, but there is a teasing smile in her voice as she speaks.]
Well, one can't fault your good taste, Coen .. misplaced though it might be at times.
[Then she tilts her head slightly and studies him. She hadn't meant literally young when she'd ( ... )
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