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Lilette Blackbriar

Lilette Blackbriar

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Puddles splashed harshly on buckled shoes. The rain had caught her by surprise, forced her to seek shelter in these unfamiliar lands with naught a light to guide her on what should have been a simple moonlit walk. Navigation would have been short work any other night, but with so much rain? The girl could hardly see her own two feet.

The ground seemed to change abruptly, grass catching at her robes, footing raised above the incline of the path.

Had she lost the road?




*CRRRAAAASSSH*


A flash illuminated the sky.​


Lilette near-leapt at the thunderous sound, but in that brief moment, she saw silhouetted in the distance; a farmhouse.

The road seemed to fork in that direction, past fields and trees, up to a barn or some such. The girl looked from side to side, seeing no better option than to trust in the kindness of strangers.

Clothes dampening, she ran towards the homestead.

The sound of her footsteps seemed to rouse the livestock from sleep, worried sounds and distant heartbeats filling her ears the closer she came until her sprint diverted towards the house proper, where the young maiden dusted off her cloak and habit, for what little good that may do.

*Tap* *tap* she knocked nervously.

"Hello...?" her words came strained, and the little nun cleared her throat.

"Ahem... Hello? Art thou home? Anyone?"


*Tap* *tap* *tap!*




"...prithee..."



"...someone..."​







 
The scratch of a quill, the crackle of the hearth fire, and a soft, steady hum filled Orion’s house at the same time.
It was later at night; almost too late to justify staying up maybe, but he didn’t have a mind for thinking about that now. After a long day of hard work preparing for the upcoming winter, Orion allowed himself to unwind by journaling. He wrote down what he had done today in quick notes, after which he started sketching his favorite horse, Maple. He put down his quill in favor of some charcoal and pressed it down on the paper with some force, as the mare had a beautiful dark coat and mane. Careful not to fill in the places on her back where she had her white spots, he continued his drawing. He was nearly done when a loud banging on his front door made him jerk his hand; ruining his sketch in the process.

Orion sighed as he eyed the door suspiciously. Who’d come over to his secluded farm at this hour? He was kind of planning on ignoring them as it felt like trouble, but when he heard the soft, almost frail voice of a woman he knew his heart wouldn’t allow him to do so.

The big man got up and opened the door of his farmhouse, taking in the sight of the drenched young woman in front of him. “Can I help you ma’am?” His voice was gruff, but his eyes were warm. “Are you alright? What are you doin’ out here at this hour?” Orion looked around to see if there was any trouble, but it seemed to just be her. Hmpf, if she had nowhere to go tonight, she’d be welcome to stay. It wan’t a full moon, after all.​
 
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Her ears twitched the moment he neared, despite the pitter patter of rain.

Still his arrival was not without surprise, for his stature did make the girl look slowly up at him, eyes wide and shimmering like the stars above; silver, and faintly luminous.

"Ah! salutations good ser!"

"Forgiveth mine intrusion upon so late the hour," she said with a nervous smile on her pale lips.

"Tis this dreadful storm, thou see'th, caught me by surprise It didst and rendered me most lost I am afeared."

"And, uhm." the soft spoken lass shook her hood some, casting droplets astray.

"Well, mayhaps a wee soggy also."

The young maiden pinched her fingers together as though an approximate measurement, and unlike her hooded face, this uncovered hand was of such visibly porcelain complexion that it almost glowed under the moonlight. Though these hands were also soft, unblemished by labor nor war.

Yet here she was, knocking on stable doors.

"If thou'rt amenable, I wouldst rest mine head within yon barn." she pointed to the stables.

"And I shalt be gone come rain's end, of course."



 
The woman at his door was a little strange. He wasn’t one to judge, of course, with his affliction and all.. But her eyes were unlike any Orion had seen before, and her skin so white and delicate. Perhaps she was a species he’d just never met yet; despite Alliria’s many citizens and visitors it was bound to happen someday, with the many different beings wandering these lands. It piqued his curiosity, but he was a sensible man who knew to be wary of the unknown.

As she spoke and explained her situation, the intrigue around her grew. She spoke with a strange dialect that he couldn’t quite place, so different from his own rustic way of speaking. He laughed heartily as she talked about being slightly soggy. “Lemme get a towel for ya,” he replied, but got halted in his actions by her next words about sleeping in his stables. Look, there was absolutely nothing wrong with his stables, but he wasn’t gonna let her sleep there, for god’s sake. What kind of man would he be?

“Nonsense,” he said. “You’ll sleep inside the house, you can have my bed or sleep up in the attic, whatever sounds best to ya.” With that he stepped aside, gesturing her inside. “Come in, come in, I’ll get you that towel.”

Orion walked towards a chest positioned near the entrance, where he kept all his linen except for his clothes. From here he grabbed one of his own towels, made out of rough linen still but better quality than towels he’d use for his horses. He turned around to give it to her. “There ya go, ma’am.” He walked past the big wooden table he had just sat at towards the hearth, where his cozy chair stood. With a frown he realized he owned but one of those chairs - he’d let her have it for the night, then. “You can settle down here if yer not ready to sleep yet, ma’am. Have you eaten? D’you want a bath? I can heat some water up.” It was late, though, so she’d probably want to sleep sometime soon, but he’d feel bad if he didn’t offer.​
 
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"Ah, forsooth! If 'tis no trouble?" the girl beamed, "thou hast mine thanks."

Her thanks were accompanied by a little curtsy and a few more drops of water before she quickly ducked inside. The soaked hood was pulled aside, exposing to hearth-light freckled features and the night blue clerical garb of a Celestialist nun. And perhaps a few rogue locks of ashen hair.

Curiously, the hilt of a sword glinted behind her slim shoulders, chained into it's sheath.

The towel was accepted with another gracious bow of her head, and immediately after set to drying off her hands and face.

"Ah, thou'rt a kind sort to offer, though I hunger for naught."

A lie most blatant as it was rare from her frowning lips, but necessary she feared.

To the offer of a bath however, the pale girl put thumb to lip in thought. When did she last have opportunity to bathe? she'd made quick progress marching day and night both, but with few stops between.

She looked down at her little buckle shoes and the muddied hem of her robes.

"A bath would'st do me well, if 'tis no trouble."

"Ah, but where doth mine manners run?" grey brows shot up, as did a pale hand to her chest.

"Upon my name is Lilette of the Falwood, doctor and sister of the celestial temple, at thine service."

"And prithee, what shalt I call thee?"





 
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