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Post by Phyre on Feb 7, 2010 18:42:56 GMT -5
Phyre saw the slight changes in May as they walked toward her home. She seemed more relaxed almost at ease. When they got to her house it looked slightly different from the ones in the market place. A little more homey with out the shop out front. When May let him in the door and called out to see who was home, he looked around her living room. There were a few knives and a sword hanging on the wall but the furniture and other pieces seemed normal. A couch, a love seat and chair. A table in the middle. Perfect set up for having friends over.
As he looked around he tried to pick out the things that would be May's. He didn't really see anything that seemed like her though. He looked at one of the knives that were on the table. It was a simple black dagger.
Phyre looked up as May walked in.
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Post by May Robin Forrest-Allen on Feb 7, 2010 18:53:20 GMT -5
May came home and called out to see if anyone was home. No one seemed to be. Mom was probably out shopping judging by the contents of the fridge and dad would be at work. Damion was probably out getting into trouble. May grabbed a couple beers and went out to Phyre.
He was looking at one of her daggers. The simple black one she usually kept in the small of her back. "Hey, I see you have found one of my daggers." She said handing Phyre one of the beers and sitting down next to him.
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Post by Phyre on Feb 7, 2010 18:55:43 GMT -5
Phyre smiled and took the beer. He looked down at the dagger in his hands again. He ran his hands over the hilt and handed it to May. "It's yours?" Phyre asked.
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Post by May Robin Forrest-Allen on Feb 7, 2010 19:00:12 GMT -5
May took the dagger and nodded. "Yeah, It's mine." She said. She put her beer down and took the dagger out of the sheath. "It's one of my favorites." May traced her finger along the engraving on the blade.
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Post by Phyre on Feb 7, 2010 19:02:29 GMT -5
Phyre looked at the blade of the dagger. Who ever had made it had been a very good silversmith. It was beautiful craftsmanship and the engraving made the blade look all that much better. He didn't recognize the words though. "What does it say? Is it in French?" Phyre asked.
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Post by May Robin Forrest-Allen on Feb 7, 2010 19:07:56 GMT -5
May shook her head. "No, It isn't French. It is in Gaelic." May said. She ran her finger over the words. "Iontaobhas grá Gortaítear cneasaigh ansin tosú arís. It means Trust Love Hurt Heal, Then start over again. I had it made for me by a blacksmith here a couple years ago."
She had just ended her second relationship when she had it made. That had been the pattern for the relationships she had been in then and since. She trusted, loved, been hurt, healed then the pattern started over again. The blade and hilt were made first then a couple years later she had asked him to put the engraving on it.
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Post by Phyre on Feb 7, 2010 19:10:45 GMT -5
Phyre looked at May. She seemed to be a little down. He put his arm around her and gave her a kiss on the head. "I thought you only spoke French." Phyre said.
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Post by May Robin Forrest-Allen on Feb 7, 2010 19:16:57 GMT -5
May leaned against Phyre. She played with the dagger as she awnsered him. "No, I tend to speak more often in French because it flows better but I like Gaelic better. I've never really known why. Probably because it was the first language I learned besides our own."
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Post by Jaysn Forrest-Allen on Feb 8, 2010 19:37:00 GMT -5
Jay walked in to the apartment and saw her daughter and Phyre sitting on the couch. "Hello. Phyre I'm glad to see you made it." Jay said walking through the living room with the grocieres. May hopped up and grabbed a couple of the bags. "Thanks, dear."
She set the grociries down and started putting them up. "Are you going over to the bar tonight?" Jay asked the young couple.
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Post by May Robin Forrest-Allen on Feb 8, 2010 19:42:16 GMT -5
May helped her mom put up the groceries. "Yeah, As long as Phyre is up to it." May said. "What do you say Phyre up for a night out?" May asked looking at Phyre who was leaning against the door way.
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Post by Phyre on Feb 8, 2010 19:50:27 GMT -5
Phyre followed the redheads into the kitchen. When May asked him if he was up to a night out he shrugged and said, "Sure why not?"
May smiled and turned back to putting up the groceries. Phyre smiled. 'It isn't like I'll get into a fight with any of her friends. That's probably the worst thing that can happen tonight.' Phyre thought then shook himself. 'Think happy thoughts.'
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