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Post by Niitari on May 13, 2015 21:43:56 GMT -6
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Post by Star on May 13, 2015 21:50:26 GMT -6
Iandar pulled his cloak tighter. It was far too big for him and he had to hold the fabric up with one arm and peer sideways to see out of the hood that fell over his face. He didn't like having his viability reduced, but it was better than being cold. He hoped nobody would try to attack a dark little bundle of cloth as he shuffled his way down the street.
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Post by Niitari on May 13, 2015 21:57:13 GMT -6
Falco huddled in a corner between two buildings, his frail arms wrapped around his body. He was so cold. The rags that were wrapped around his slight frame did little to help prevent the chill winds from stabbing into him. His breath caught in his throat, and he coughed harshly, watching as his breath made little clouds in the air. He made himself as small as possible as he folded in on himself and tucked down into the corner, trying to coax some warmth into his body from what little he could generate on his own. He loathed the idea of begging shelter at the inn. Sometimes the Dunmer were nice enough, but only at nights when even they would not dare set foot outside for a moment. Then he could lie in the room at the rear of the building with his back to the wall opposite the hearth where it was warmest. But here it was, during the day, that he was on his own.
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Post by Star on May 13, 2015 22:00:47 GMT -6
Iandar pulled his cloak tighter. It was far too big for him and he had to hold the fabric up with one arm and peer sideways to see out of the hood that fell over his face. He didn't like having his viability reduced, but it was better than being cold. He hoped nobody would try to attack a dark little bundle of cloth as he shuffled his way down the street.
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Post by Niitari on May 13, 2015 22:10:00 GMT -6
Falco heard something and looked up. There was a person in the streets. How strange. This time of day, no one really came down here, unless there were some Dunmer heading home. But even still, they were few and far between. And this person's footfalls were rather light. Falco peered around the corner, his dark eyes bright in the reflected sun off the snow, what little sun dared to peek through the clouds. Even still, the harsh wind blew in his face as he poked out of the shelter of the wall. In the streets was a boy. Falco could tell the boy was like himself, mostly because he had seen this one roaming the streets every now and again. he was an orphan. And oddly enough, an Imperial too. Falco never felt much attachment to anyone, but he had a sense of amicability with members of his own race, and besides the prisoners remaining in the dungeons who were hopelessly clinging to their lives after all these years, there were not a lot of Imperials that ever staggered through these ice covered paths.
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Post by Star on May 13, 2015 22:18:59 GMT -6
he didn't look defensive, and he hadn't tried to run, so Iandar picked up the trailing cloak and moved closer. He knew well enough that nobody was going to let a child beggar in for any warmth, and sticking with other children wouldn't help that. But if they couldn't get out of the cold, having somebody else to share warmth with was the next best thing. Dropping the folds of fabric again Iandar settled himself down next to Falco, and turned to look him over.
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Post by Niitari on May 13, 2015 22:22:27 GMT -6
Falco pressed up against the building again as Iandar plopped himself down next to him. He was not that used to such close company, not the friendly sort at least. Most people just wanted to kick him around a bit like their plaything rather than be friends. But Falco did not sense any malice from the cloaked boy, and it probably was better to huddle for warmth rather than abandon everything to the unforgiven harshness of Windhelm's lanes, so Falco just sat there, staring, and feeling a little too shy to say anything.
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Post by Star on May 13, 2015 22:26:08 GMT -6
"Here," Iandar unwrapped himself a bit and held out one edge of the cloak, but didn't push it towards Falco. He understood that the smaller boy was probably wary, and he didn't want him to run away, leaving them both cold. "We can share."
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Post by Niitari on May 13, 2015 22:37:04 GMT -6
Like a little kitten seeking warmth from a big dog, Flaco timidly scooted his way into the offered fold of Iandar's cloak, pulling the cloth down around both of them to keep out the chill. The fold of the cloak covered his mouth, so only his nose eyes, and top of his head really stuck out. It was certainly warm in the cloak, the woolen cloth having absorbed and refracted much of Iandar's body heat. Frozen little Falco began sucking it all up, his fingers finally able to bend and turn their normal, pale flesh color. He rubbed his hands together slowly to warm them up more.
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Post by Star on May 13, 2015 22:40:42 GMT -6
Iandar settled down, enjoying the added warmth that Falco provided. If sitting anywhere on the streets outside could be considered comfortable, he figured this was about as good as it was going to get. After they'd both had time to warm up, sitting in silence, Iandar turned to look at Falco - or what was visible of him- and asked. "Whats your name?"
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Post by Niitari on May 13, 2015 22:47:13 GMT -6
Falco liked the quiet that came with just sitting there, enjoying the warmth and comfort. Then the other boy had to go and ruin it by asking a question. But Falco figured he owed him that much. The kid did not have to share his piece of woven heaven. He could have walked on like everyone else and kept it all to himself. Besides, he seemed rather nice. Falco rubbed his nose and said, "my name's Falco."
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Post by Star on May 13, 2015 23:00:34 GMT -6
"I'm Iandar." He said, subconsciously giving a little wave of his hand, even though Falco couldn't have seen it. "Do you know this area well?" he spoke up again after a second. If the street was safe enough then he figured he should try to get some rest while he was warm enough.
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Post by Niitari on May 13, 2015 23:09:49 GMT -6
"Well enough," Falco replied truthfully. He had lived here all his life after all. But Iandar did not need to know that. It would probably bring up odd questions. Falco ducked his head slightly and looked around them before turning back to Iandar. "It's safe here, if that's what you were asking." He shrugged. "None of the Nords really come this way unless they mean awful business with the Dunmer. But that's not very often these days." The dark elves were rather downtrodden and complacent now.
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Post by Star on May 13, 2015 23:18:34 GMT -6
"Oh." Iandar nodded, "That's good." He was a little impressed about how knowledgeable Falco seamed to be, for someone a few years younger. That probably meant he'd been on his own a while, which made Iandar sad. Nobody got to be an orphan like them without some sort of bad past. But it meant that the kid was a survivor. He was probably just as safe as he'd ever been, huddled there. "I think I'll get some sleep." Iandar told him.
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Post by Niitari on May 13, 2015 23:23:04 GMT -6
Falco blinked. "Oh, okay," he said, pulling the cloak around him a little more. "I can keep watch if you want." It was not necessary, but Falco wanted to drag out the moment as long as possible. He liked the cloak. And Iandar was nice for sharing it. He rather liked the boy's company, even if it had only been for a little while so far.
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