So...

[Branching out of her comfort zone is a hard thing.]

I'm looking to do some work. Building or making whatever people need. Not sure if I'll be able to do everything, but try me. And if I can't, might be able to find someone who can chip in where I slack off.

I'm pretty good with my hands.

[Even if no one wants or needs anything done, she ( Read more... )

[Across the page comes a feminine but untidy scrawl.]

One question, Deior. Why. What the hell is the point. Save the others, fine, but I don't get why you bothered with me.

[Feelings are not something Abeni's ever been used to. She doesn't know how to handle them, how to react to them, or what to do. Back at home she had a purpose, a drive, ( Read more... )

[It was rare for Abeni to sleep so soundly, and yet in the Stables loft, on the pile of straw she'd called her bed for the past few months, Abeni was having the best sleep she'd had in a long time ( Read more... )

[Out on the lake is a lone rowboat, the oars pulled in that they don't get lost and the boat left to drift as it pleases. Inside it is Abeni, her feet the only visible part of her to any that can't see directly into the boat. She's stretched out, hands behind her head and feet up on the sides, staring at the clouds as they roll by ( Read more... )

Deior. Your party wasn't all that bad. Could do without the extra crap at the end next time, got it?

[There's little kindness in her words. Abeni is not impressed with what went on, and what's still going on.]

Anyone out there that needs help? I'm no healer, but I'm offering anyway.

[Abeni was angry, upset and generally stressed with the whole situation. The Keep had been bad enough on it's own without the threat of zombies, and coming across her best and only friend battered and bruised had been the icing on the cake. She understood that times had changed and he didn't need her watching his back every second of the day, but ( Read more... )

[Abeni remembered pain; a distinct sharp, burning sting in her abdomen from where the blade had driven in again and again. She remembered the fight, the way she and Zachariah had been ambushed, separated and how she had carried on while he fought his way back to her ( Read more... )

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