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By: Ben (Ancross. I liked that name. Less corny. Switched a bit back to my old style here. I want Cavoh's hair!!) Cavoh: Ah, it must be Ericko, with the words of a fool spouted from the mouth of a bigger fool. Ericko sneered at the remark. Ericko: As usual, Cavoh, your wit is as sharp is as sharp as your hair. He extended his arm, keeping the proud, elegant air about him with a confident gleam to his eyes. Ericko: Good to see you again, brother. Cavoh reflected the proud stance and the confident sneer and shook the other man's hand heartily. Cavoh: And I am glad to see you, as well. Now, He removed his hand and clapped both of his together, each rubbing the other eagerly. Cavoh: What say you update me on this whole event? Ericko bowed with a flourish. Ericko: But of course, Prince Kinnas. If you would follow me... With that, Ericko pivoted on his armored heel and turned about, a green silken cape fluttering out behind him, gold lace at its end sparkling in the sunlight from the white sun that gazed indifferently down on the land. He wore what any Prince would on a occasion outdoors, A green leather tunic buttoned with gold fastens and embroidered with intricate purple designs. Under the tunic, he wore a white, long-sleeved baggy and spotless shirt with ruffles placed exactly about his sleeves, and silken green pants that widened out at his ankles. On his feet, he wore silver-plated boots with the initials "E.G." carved into it. Ericko Ginnas, the son of Lord Alderich Ginnas. Cavoh clattered behind him as they stepped up to the smouldering remains of a wooden building, with many townspeople gathered about, trying to salvage the few items that had not perished in the blaze, like cooled pewter cups and fire-scarred drink barrels. Children giggled and dared one another to steal a souvenier from the grim scene. Yet...not a single corpse was spread about the wooden litter. Cavoh: What was this place? Ericko sniffed. Ericko: A tavern, a popular stopping place for many a traveler. Cavoh nodded solemnly and kicked a protruding wooden pole, watching as it fell and scattered sparks where it touched. Cavoh: What happened? Ericko raised an eyebrow at him and smirked. Ericko: Fire, dear brother, fire. Cavoh rolled his eyes. Cavoh: Surely you jest, Ericko! Fire! Who WOULD have guessed! Ericko sighed. Ericko: The townspeople say it was the Ancross. Cavoh paused and narrowed his eyes in concentration. Cavoh: Ancross...I am unfamiliar with that term. Ericko sighed once again, placing a hand on his hip and waving a hand impatiently, accidently batting the gold lace tassle on his wide purple cap that was placed sideways on his dark brown hair. Ericko: Seriously, Cavoh, for a traveller, you know nothing about common slang. He adjusted his hat and gazed thoughtfully at the ashes. Ericko: The Ancross has become quite the popular term for Ziah's little poltergeist. Cavoh's eyes narrowed again, this time in anger, and he averted his dark eyes, now burning with rage's flame. Ericko nodded solemnly and looked to his brother. Ericko: Your prey. Cavoh was about to respond when his eyes caught on something in the mess. With a sudden movement, he leapt into the ruins, knocking aside smouldering wood and random objects. He bent down and picked up a small object, blowing the ash off of it. A black leaf sat calmly in his darkened hand. Cavoh: Suya... With a slow movement, his hand balled into a fist, crushing the small leaf to dust. <~~Back to Stories <~~Back to Suya Index |