4. Keep You Warm [Memory]

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4. Keep You Warm [Memory]

Tue Aug 13, 2019 6:18 pm

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5 Saun, Arc 718
1. The Peasant In Me
2. In the Wild Sun
3. Make My Branches Strong


Miss Sierra and Sir George


Sierra had been walking, lost, for trials and trials. She shivered, hugged the shawl closer around her, and peered through the bright white of snow that drifted from the heavy clouds above. Every which way, an ocean of icy tundra spread out. She couldn’t see any mountains, no trees, and the vast light gray sky domed out above her like a dull blanket.

The young peasant woman had reddened fingertips, rosy cheeks and nose, and her lips held a purplish color to them. Her worn slippers had holes in them. Her skirt had many patches, and her stockings were torn in great streaks of ripped tights.

She didn’t know how it was that she kept walking, so far away from her home. In the echoed distance behind her, she could hear her father’s whistles – trying to coax her back home.

Don’t go so far, he’d demanded. I need to be able to see you.

But Sierra hadn’t listened.

She’d run out, and ran and ran. She’d climbed over the hills and forest-dappled mountains, until she reached the snowy lands of the north. Though she’d ran, she didn’t know where she was. She had no idea how to navigate with the sky being so blank-white without a hint of stars. There was nothing to do, no power to be had, Sierra was simply a wandering mortal… but she had hope.

It was her hope that kept her walking, she supposed. So, one foot in front of the other, stumbled though her balance had become, she kept on with her journey. Eventually, she would have to… find something… or so she hoped.

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Re: 4. Keep You Warm [Memory]

Tue Aug 13, 2019 6:54 pm


The cold winds pelted at the man, sharp pains of cold would slowly seep into his clothing. He had traveled this far for something, he could not remember what it was, the reason was not important, only that he should search.

The snow crunched under his feet, swallowing his boots deep into the snow, as the snow gathered onto his hat. Though despite the cold, he felt like he was at home, though the man as he was did not appear it, outside the dream was what the cold reminded him of. But the rosy red head continued through the snow, with a sense of purpose. Knowing that something was meant to be found this Trial, even if he could not for the life of him know what.

George's throat began to feel strained, though it may of been from the cold, he thought he should try and warm it. He began to cough and growl softly, vibrating the muscles in his neck. It made him feel better, but it was not enough just yet to help continue the journey. His voice began to move from his lips, as he pushed through the wintered land. "In the forest lands low, born to icy snow, there's a lady weeping tonight. Snow falls softly under the winter light." George softly began to sing as he traveled, helping him warm his voice.

Only barely seeing a shadow of a person through the storm, he continued to walk going closer to the figure as he sang in a soft voice. That still allowed the song to echo over the frozen land, as if he was surrounding the features of the dreamscape, not just a single player is this world.
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Re: 4. Keep You Warm [Memory]

Wed Aug 14, 2019 4:07 pm

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Sierra shivered, drew her shawl closer around her, though it did little to keep the bite of cold away from her extremities. It seemed she might simply die in the snowy land, as with each step, it sounded as if… as if there were singing? But all around her was a wasteland of ice and a storm of snow.

The young biqaj woman stumbled slightly and changed her direction, however. She headed toward the singing, though she suspected it might be a creature luring her – to eat her whole perhaps – it would serve as a useful trick. It made her think of traps with sweets placed in them… or of other things. Trickery from the jungles, use of gold coins and the cries of a lone child to lure good-natured travelers off the road. Sometimes, not even off the road. Sometimes, they simply died right there in the path they thought had kept them in the safety of respectable civilization where murder only happened in the dark of night or between the passionate.

Sierra shook her head and tried not to think of her father. She’d left him behind. She was free, finally. Perhaps she might collapse and die in the snow because of it, but at least she’d die belonging to herself.

She cleared her throat and tried to call to the singer, but found herself unable to find her voice. The blonde placed her hands over her neck and rubbed at it. Where had her voice gone?

Her feet picked up, despite the exhaustion and despite the frigid cold, and she started to sprint through the snow. The shadow looked to be a human and the color of rose red cut through the snow-white mist. Hope rose in her. Sir George! She tried to call out to him, but only a hoarse squeak escaped her purple lips.

The blonde waved to him, however, in hope he would also see and recognize her. Then her eyelashes fluttered, her vision blurred, and she collapsed. Her skin drew impossibly hot despite the snowbank she drifted down into. Clammy and feverish, she stared at the sky then slowly closed her eyes. She didn’t know why she kept walking, running, why she kept searching as if there were anything to find in this wasteland of cold. Likely, George had been a hallucination of her mind, a vision that couldn’t possibly be real.

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Re: 4. Keep You Warm [Memory]

Wed Aug 14, 2019 4:28 pm


The weather was thick as George continued to the shadow, unknowing who it was that he was traveling towards. They just felt they should continue to move forwards, as the snow was falling to thick to stay in the open for long. As the man moved closer, he begun to see the figure wave. It may of been towards him, though the shadowy nature made it hard to figure out front from back. Even still, George picked up his pace, since either case would be favorable. Though as he did, the shadow fell into the snow, this put a sense of emergency into the man, as he began to run towards whoever it was that fell.

Quickly George made it to the body laying in the snow, the familiar blond hair spread across the ground. He moved to lift the person up, as he did he saw who it was. "Miss Sierra?" He lifted her to sit up slightly, so he could begin looking over her. Her lips were purple, and her skin was deathly pale. Though her nose was red and cheeks just as much, her body was in a sweat even in this weather. Her skin was in a temperature flux, she must of been in the elements for over a trial. Her body was nearly completely gone, sucked away from the elements of nature. George picked her up, and brought laid the woman back down on his jacket.

The cold would seep into George soon as well if he did not do something. So he begun to get something done for the two.

As if by some magic, George had built a small igloo and brought both of them inside. The cold air had stopped flowing in, and the warmth of a fire helped to warm the inside. It was a cramped place, not very much room to move. Though he sat down, with the woman laying on his lap, next to the fire to try and warm her up. As a small pot laid to boil on the fire. His hand softly laying on her cheek, the silken glove removed, as he tried to feel if she was getting better.
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Re: 4. Keep You Warm [Memory]

Wed Aug 14, 2019 4:47 pm

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Sierra looked through a hazy vision, but she smiled when she saw George above her. It was a weak smile, and one that she lost when she closed her eyes. They remained shut, until George had started a fire and laid her on his lap. She wasn’t unconscious from injury, but rather she seemed to be asleep. Light, shallow breaths escaped past her lips but soon she shivered again instead of being deathly still.

The blonde turned, without thought or opening her eyes, to lay toward the man. Her arm wrapped around his waist. She felt a touch on her cheek and she affectionally nuzzled against the bare palm. Sierra made the smallest of noises, of contentment and happiness, and then she opened her eyes. She glanced up at George. If she were not already blushing from the cold being sent out of her by his presence and the fire, her face might’ve turned red.

She opened her mouth, but her voice was still lost. But she moved to sit up so that she was no longer bothering the man by laying against him in such a way. She covered her face with both her hands and hid from him in a gesture of embarrassment.

Once she managed to sit up, she shook her head. Her long blonde hair swayed against her shoulders. Sierra peeked through her fingers to look at George, then she lowered her hands and hesitantly smiled. She glanced around the interior of the igloo. Her brows knitted together in a confused furrow. The young woman didn’t understand how ice wouldn’t melt from the fire in the center. She looked back at George and quirked her brow as if to question him on it – if only she had her voice back. Her stomach, however, spoke for her as it rumbled loudly from hunger. Sierra’s blue eyes widened. She placed a hand over her stomach, bashful again, and she waved a hand in gesture for the man to forget he’d heard that. But the pot of food smelled good and she hadn't eaten in trials.

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Re: 4. Keep You Warm [Memory]

Wed Aug 14, 2019 5:10 pm


George watched as the woman began to move and steer around in signs of life. She held him for a moment, as he softly stoked her cheek. She slowly opened her eyes, as George smiled down towards her. "Miss Sierra." He spoke softly through his smile. Her mouth moved for a moment, not sound came out it was as if she was mimicking a fish. After this, it seems her embarrassment got the best of her, as she moved away hiding away her face.

Soon enough the blonde looked around the snow and ice around them, looking quite confused at what was around them. He looked around, after she gave her a inquisitive look. "Oh, right." The strangeness of the structure slipped his mind, as he moved his one silken hand behind his head. "I learned this from an old friend, he was born in a place like this." He had no memory of the friend, though his dream continued as if he did. Soon a rumble came from within the igloo, soon the man covered his mouth his pale hand covering his lips, as a soft chuckle emerged. George moved to take out a wooden bowl, along with a single spoon. "You must be hungry, Miss Sierra. I might not be a great cook, but I made some rabbit for you." He opened the pot, and started to mix the soup, before placing a portion into the bowl, handing it to the woman who tried to hide away.

Slowly George moved to a smaller pot to the side, taking a cloth from his pocket. With his silken hand, he pushed the cloth under the water. Both his hand and the cloth were soaked, as he placed a very hot rag on top of the woman's head. "You need to be careful in the cold, Miss Sierra." The man slowly took Sierra's hand with his uncovered hand, placing his thumb on her wrist. He slowly counted her pulse.
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Re: 4. Keep You Warm [Memory]

Fri Aug 16, 2019 5:06 am

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Sierra accepted the offer for the bowl, though she still felt embarrassed for the rumble of her hunger. Her eyelashes fluttered and she looked aside. She mouthed, You’ve eaten?

Once she felt certain that the other man had already eaten, or had enough for himself, she prepared to take a small bite – but then a hot cloth set on her head instead. It felt… nice. She lowered the spoon and sighed. Sierra set the bowl aside, and though she never took a bite, the food inside disappeared as if she’d eaten it all. She stared down at his uncovered hand while he counted her pulse – though she didn’t realize this was what he was doing.

The blonde moved some more, to sit up straighter, and she seemed to become nervous. She held the cloth to her forehead and then she opened her mouth. A faint squeak sounded from her hoarse throat. She blushed, then tried again and managed some quiet words, “Why do… you touch me?”

She pulled her wrist away from him. Sierra drew her knees up to her chest, then hugged them close. The young biqaj woman pulled at the frayed hem to cover her stockings and her ice-frosted slippers that had many worn holes in them. She looked at his glove, and George’s attire, then buried her face against her knees as if to hide some more. The blonde shook her head, long hair swaying from the movement, then she nearly whined and said in the hoarse voice as ragged as her peasant garb, “You shouldn’t. I’m not m-meant to be touched, not so… no-not by other men. Especially not by swordsmen.”

Sierra looked up, eyes shimmered with unfallen tears. Her voice found, no matter how rough it was in her throat and she added, “I sh-should return home. Thank you for the rabbit, Sir George. You’re so kind… a good man…” Then she moved onto her hands and knees, and made to crawl out of the igloo. Before she left, however, she paused and stared at the icy floor beneath her frostbit hands.

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Re: 4. Keep You Warm [Memory]

Fri Aug 16, 2019 8:47 am


George looked confused as she pulled away, and as Sierra started to close up. "I just needed to make sure you were getting better, Miss Sierra." His look was that of confusion, trying to figure out what he could do to make things right. He could not find any answers, by the time she looked back out of her knees.

Sierra began to crawl towards the igloo's opening, thanking the man, and saying he should return home. "Miss Sierra." George said almost a bit disappointed. He moved his hand finally taking a hold of the woman, moving her back to sit next to the man. "A home is where you feel safe, Miss Sierra." George said this looking into the woman's eyes. He took hold of both of her hands gently, warmth coming from the unsilked one. "I will take you anywhere, but the place you called home is not for you." George's eyes were full of worry for the poor girl. "I can help you find a new life, Miss Sierra. One without pain." George let go slowly from her hands. "If you leave now, you will die from the cold..." he let this out with a sigh, his voice was saddened by the thought.

George sat still for a moment, not knowing what he was doing. His smile had left his face, as it was there normally. His head filled with confusing thoughts. Did he just make things worse? Could she trust him or does she not for any reason? How could he fix this? His eyes slowly sunk into sadness as he thought. His cheeks sunk with his lips, as he placed both hands on his lap. "I want what is best for you..." He said this as he looked down to his hands.
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Fri Aug 16, 2019 12:31 pm

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Sierra followed easily when he guided to sit back beside her. She listened closely to him, her blue eyes sparkled.

A home is where you feel safe.

Such an idea… such a concept… it felt so… far away from what she felt and knew. A home for Miss Sierra meant a place that required constant supervision, frequent cleaning and cooking and making sure there was enough nel being made to cover the costs. It meant pleasing her father, no matter how tired she felt or how many aches were in her body or what else she had wanted to do. If her body burned with the pain of fractured bones and twisted limbs, if she wanted nothing more than to remain under the bed and sleep in the shadows until life faded away, it didn't matter for when her father would whistle for his breakfast, she would get up anyway and supply it. When he looked pale and cough, she'd make him tea. When he needed help cleaning himself, she'd collect the water and she would scrub. When he needed, wanted, demanded... Sierra would give. Sierra would help.

Safe… she whispered, “What does safe feel like, Sir George?”

A new life….. One without pain.

Sierra stared down at her own hands. He’d driven away the frostbite from them, the warmth of his ungloved hand having sunk into her. She blinked slowly, then a look crossed her face as if she were about to cry and doing everything in her power to not do so. The blonde bit on her lower lip. One of her hands went to her shoulder and she hugged himself.

When she heard him speak again, she looked over at the redhead. Sierra paused, then she leaned forward and kissed George lightly on the lips. She kept nearby, blue eyes watery. Her golden blonde hair hung down around her fine-boned features, as flushed from the mix of icy cold and feverish hot.

“Sir George… will you take me away? Far, far away from my da and the jungles and all the pain? Can you make me feel safe?” She spoke the last word as if it were a confusing term that didn’t actually exist. It didn't occur to her that she'd said jungles in the slightest. She only focused on the other man and added, "I've never kissed anyone before. I'm sorry."

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Fri Aug 16, 2019 1:21 pm


George had a look of shock come over his face, he put his hand to his lips for a moment. Wondering what had just happened. Looking to Sierra with a confused look, slowly he lowered his hand. "Yes, I ca- I will Sierra." George swallowed softly and looked towards the fire, his cheek red as his hair. "That makes two of us." George had not clue how he should feel, his head was light as the blush on his face grew.

The reality of this dream, Wald had only been able to make this character, since he read part of a book. It was a romantic novel that his mother had hidden away in her chest. Only ever getting past the second chapter of the book, before his mother took it away from him. Wald had no idea what affection like this was, it brought confusion even within the dream.

This time George took the role from Sierra of being shy, as he tried to speak, his mouth opening and closing trying to find words. Soon George shook his head, removing much of his embarrassment. Turning back, his face still red he leaned forward to her. Giving her a light kiss in return, as he then held Sierra close to him. His hands holding her close to him, his hands would wrap around her holding onto her sides. He did not want to let go of her, as his heartbeat began to pick up as he held onto the woman. Slowly his face hid into Sierra's neck, the warm cheeks pressing on her.

Slowly as the moment passed, George moved back, his hands on her shoulders. "Lets find a home, together Sierra." His smile was back upon his face, it was cornered by two red cheeks. His hands shaking slightly, as he was nervous of what her answer might be.
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