Another RP discussion

((Welcome gifted and non-gifted people, to the middle ages! But beware! Use your powers carefully. Some might call you a witch, and witches have to burn!))

Aya pushed trough the thick snow, red hair blowing into her face. She stumbled and fell, gritting her teeth against the cold. Stupid cold! Stupid snow! she thought, and got up. A couple of meters more, and she fell again. "Go away!" she yelled at the snow in front of her. Immediately fire shot from her hands, and the snow in front of her melted. Shocked she closed her hands. Oh no you dont! she thought at her hands and walked around the patch of bare ground.

Aya finally made it to the inn, covered in snow and shivering from the cold. Even in weather like this, the inn was stuffed. She rolled her eyes inwardly, at the towns need for beer and gossip. Aya made her way to the kitchendoor, nodding politely at the major, winking at the boys and smiling at the girls.

Elundari Walked through the snow covered feilds not really caring about the cold and she sang to the sky a heart warming song

Prue walked through the woods smiling as she made snow flurries with her telekinetic power

Elundari sang

Aya slammed the kitchendoor shut behind her. "Thank god!" she said, sighing. "Aya! Dont take the lords name in vain!" a pleasant voice said. Aya turned and smiled at Camille, the cook.

A white mist formed above Elundari's head the figure of her mother and father's faces showed up above her, although she couldn't see them she could feel their preasenses and she smiled still singing and then she heard a faint"Take care of yourself Elundari" which she knew was her mothers voice and tears started streaming down her face

Lilac stepped lightly out of the woods to the stream and dipped her dainty feet in.

Elundari smiled Sadly

Aya dried tied an apron around her waist, and went to help Camille with the potatoes. "Sorry" Aya said, flashing a smile at Camille. The older womans face softened. "It's all right dearie, just remember it from now on". Aya smiled, knowing very well that she'd do it again soon enough.

Lilac whispered to the stream.

Aya was working on the potatoes, when the door to the kitchen burst open. "Aya! We need you out here!" William, the guy her grandparents had hired to help in the Inn, yelled. Aya pulled of her apron, and went into the bussy Inn, putting a big smile on her face, ready to play server.

Lilian, The Angel of Death, continued to whisper to the stream about its death mentally. The water from the East will cease its flow to you. In the heat of the Sun, you will dry up and you will become no more than a dry bed.

She sat down in the feild

She smiled lightly at the stream and dipped her hand into the gentle stream of rippling water.

"Mr. Bortonson! How are you?", "How is your wife?", "What can I get you?" Aya went from table to table, always being polite and full of energy. Inside she was just waiting for a chance to slip away.

The stream gave a soft groan heard only by her as it slowly began dying.