Fantasy RP discussion

Taylor was outside by a pond making water dance on her skin(arms)

Taylor giggled as she made a bluebird out od water fly above her head."Oh she said as she saw the blue bird on the branch.

"Hi there."((can mages tell if there is another mage shapeshifted?))

((HEHEHE))"Oh your a funny little Bird.I wonder."Taylor used a spell to talk to the animal inside his mind

"Well I'm a smart girl."Taylor gigled again she was in a good mood today.

Taylor was super shocked she just went inside the PRINCE"S MIND."Oh your highness I didn't know who you were."Taylor said while bowing her head in respect.

"I'm Taylor of Cantine."

Taylor felt as if he was staring into her soul.((G2G be on tomarrow I hope))"Yes Sir."

Kyrine watched her opponent, waiting for him to make a move. He made a fake left, than lunged towards her, a dagger in each hand. She dodged and attacked, wondering why she'd even ventured into this part of the city in the first place. A flicker of movement above her distracted her, and she felt a searing pain in her side. Quickly checking the wound with one hand, she determined it a minor injury and did her best to ignore it. Fighting more carefully now, she backed her opponent into a corner and was about to disarm him when one of his comrades decided to join the fight. It was already unfair enough, considering that her opponent was about twice her size, but two men... She glanced over her shoulder and cursed herself for allowing her to be caught in an alley, especially in an unfamiliar area. Frantically, she looked around for an escape route.

"Kyrine of Talea," she said. "Anyway you could get us out of here?"

She rolled her eyes and followed him. "If I was trying to kill them, they'd be dead already. I have no idea who they even are. You either, for the matter."

((hang on a sec, brb))

"And they are and you are...?" she prompted.

"Miach?" she said, more as a statement than a question.

She shrugged. "I've met all the rest, and you hardly look like them."

She shrugged. "I don't know. Thank you, by the way."

"I can take care of myself perfectly well," she sniffed.

"I had no idea who they were. Do you know anything more specific about them besides them being killers?"

"Why would they want to kill me?" she queried. "I'm certain I possess no threat to our dear rival."

"No thank you," she declined.

"Then next time, I shall just kill them immediately," she informed him.

She laughed. "I carry more than that. I'm not exactly what meets the eye."

She shifted uncomfortably under his gaze. "I... can."

"Carry more than what you see," she answered.

"Not here," she told him. "I don't like attracting attention."

((Me too.))

She sighed and started pulling out a whole random assortment of weapons from the middle of nowhere, as well as the odd coin or two and other objects.

She shrugged. "Various places. Why?"

"Kyrine of Talea, like I told you."

She shrugged. "Human, as far as I know."

"Like what?" she asked as she put her things away.

"Nice," she admitted, looking at the darts.

She sighed. "I still need to get some things. Nice meeting you!" she exclaimed, walking off.

Miach wasn't too bad for a prince, Kyrine thought, to be perfectly honest with herself, she'd been expecting him to be a lot more like his brother, although she'd never have said that to his face. She sighed as she got the last of her needed items and began returning to her family's mansion.

"I'm back," Kyrine announced as she entered her home.

((I actually came right back! I'm so proud of myself! =D))

"Your dinner's keeping warm in the kitchen, Lady," a maid notified her.

((That's okay.))

Kyrine nodded and went down to eat it and trade gossip with the cook.

She was surprised to find the cook gone, then realized how late it was.

She quickly finished her dinner and trudged up to her bedroom. She was asleep the instant she layed down.

Kyrine was out walking when she noticed a body laying on a balcony.

((Oh. No, I didn't, but I do now, I'll edit.))

Curious, she grabbed hold of one of the vines and started climbing.

She got to the balcony and saw Miach. She stood up and brushed herself off. "Miach? What are you doing?"

She sighed and sat down beside him. "Mi-ach."

She heaved a sigh and picked him up, struggling to lift him. She carried him into his room. "Are you hungry?"

She took that as a yes. She found a bowl of cold soup on his desk and figured that would have to do.

She picked him up again and set him on his bed. She sat down in a chair, exhausted.

"Yeah, you should," she said. "We can talk after you do."

"I'm fine," she said, "just minorly exerted."