The Color King, and the Tale of the Fade Thief (O/A)

[transformersgirl13]

Andrea listened to the booming knocks on the door, who could that be at this time of night? and in a storm? Her mother would surly get it. She listened to her mother answer the door? "Hello? Oh dear, you're soaked to the bone! come in, come in." She ushered whoever it was inside. "Dear me! can I get you something warm to drink?" Abby and I were laying on the couch, father had gone to check on Romulus a few minutes ago. Abby was asleep but I wasn't, though I wasn't about to get up and greet anyone, so i pretended to be asleep.

Romulus had gotten so in depth into making his new invention he didn't hear his father walk in. "Romulus?" His father called. Romulus jumped, "Huh, wha? oh, father, sorry, I was in depth with what I was working on. It's a staff for Andrea, you think she'll like it?" His father laughed, "Sure she will, but your mother and sisters are worried about you, storm is gettin' worse, time to come in." His father smiled warmly. "Alright, just let me put this stuff away." Romulus cleaned up and he and his father ran back to the house, only to be greeted by his mother serving a blue eyes guard a warm mug, Romulus just assumed it was coffee. His father went to greet him while Romulus quietly went around the table to get changed into clean clothes before his mother could scold him. He could hear her start and he ran to his room saying, "I'll clean up the water!" He knew his mother had undoubtedly sighed and shook her head muttering about stubborn headed sons.  

[Strifer Garuwashi]

The Fade Thief waited only a moment longer before he continued on his path. Once again he stepped out into the now empty hallway, once again he was crouched to the stone railing as he made his way to the door at the end. Lewis pressed his left ear against the door and listened for a moment. No sound of anyone on the other side. He slowly opened the door, slipped passed it, and closed it behind him. The Thief found himself in another hallway, one with another door at the end of it, but this one had no outer entrance. Lewis quietly and quickly made his way down to the end of the hall and pressed his right ear against the door once more. Listening intently to the other side.  

[Ty Gwynnia]

[NPC]
The lost red-eyed guard made it seem as if, in fact, he hadn't misremembered his patrol. Confidence was all it took, he thought proudly. Even so, his heart leaped into his throat as he snapped off a smart salute to the Captain.

Daniel nodded absently to the guard, head lifting when he heard the heavy footsteps approach, then pass. His thoughts kept leading back to Ganriel, always to him. Perhaps it was a mark of a good soldier, perhaps not. It nagged at him as his feet began to move. On one side of the hallway were paintings of scenic landscapes and members of the royal family. One in particular stole his gaze as he walked by it, and he quickly changed his path in accordance to some inner whim.


[NPC]
"It doesn't bother me, ma'am." The blue-eyed guard insisted, taking the offered mug that was practically being forced upon him. "My thanks all the same." He blew on the steam, the rich smell of coffee rising into his nose, and took a tentative sip. "Someone's got to come out here in the cold and wet." He chuckled to himself.