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Post by prudence on Feb 24, 2010 22:01:25 GMT -5
Prudence was walking in some old caves. Her mother had said that since today was her and her stepfather's anniversary, that she shouldn't be at home all day. And that if she didn't come home that night either would be nice. Her mother came up with an excuse like that about once a week, so she was used to it. She had packed her grimmoire, some blankets and pillows for comfort, and had taken off.
Really, she didn't need the grimmoire, since she had no spells that were good enough to record in it, but she still liked to have it. It had been her father's before her, but he had only used about three pages, since this was just a second one he used since his first filled up.
She was in the caves, exploring. She had made sure that no bears or other scary animals were in there by doing some energy sensing spells, the one thing she was good at. So when she heard a footstep behind her, she jumped a million miles high.
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Post by Saffron on Feb 25, 2010 18:37:52 GMT -5
Saffron had decided to explore, and also wanted some time away from the hussle and bussle of the city. She needed some time. She had had a lot of odd events pop up over the last couple days and need the escape.
When she got to the caves she noticed a girl, with black hair. She walked up behind the girl and watched her jump up. "Oh, sorry I didn't mean to frighten you."
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Post by prudence on Feb 25, 2010 19:48:05 GMT -5
She turned around and faced a young woman about her age.
"It's no problem." She said, shakily. "Hello. I'm Prudence."
She nervously stuck her hand out for the other girl to shake.
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Post by Saffron on Feb 25, 2010 19:54:17 GMT -5
Saffron smiled, kindly. The girl looked like she was a dear about to be attacked by a mountain lion. "I'm Ron. Saffron Altma Nice to meet you Prudence." she said. "Do you have a last or middle name?"
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Post by prudence on Feb 25, 2010 20:34:40 GMT -5
She smiled shakily.
"Prudence Tabitha is my first name." She said. "Jones is my last and my middle name is just as horrid as the first two. Humilty. It's nice to meet you, Saffron Altma."
She shook hands with Saffron.
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Post by Saffron on Feb 25, 2010 20:37:34 GMT -5
Saffron bowed a bit, in a respectful curtsy.
"Hmmm... Well we must change that, how would you like a nickname?" she said. "How about Tabbie? It is a wonder to meet you too."
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Post by prudence on Feb 25, 2010 20:44:12 GMT -5
"Oh. Umm..Ok." She said. She had never had a nickname before. "Thanks?"
She let go of her bag, holding her things and it fell to the ground.
"Oh!" She said, trying to gather it all up and hide the grimoire at the same time. She didn't want to be viewed as a freak.
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Post by Saffron on Feb 25, 2010 20:50:33 GMT -5
"Your welcome," Saffron said.
The bag feel. Saffron grabbed book off the ground and looked to see what it was. A grimoire? "A grimoire, cherie? Your a witch? Well that's lovely!" Ron said. "Witches are always such wonderious people!"
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Post by prudence on Feb 25, 2010 20:58:27 GMT -5
She looked at Saffron incrediously.
"Yes." She said, quietly, ashamed. This wasn't a good thing. This was a bad thing. She was terrible at witchcraft, even though she had the power for it. Plus it was a practiceof the devil and was a sign of evil in her. Nothing was good about her.
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Post by Saffron on Feb 25, 2010 21:11:18 GMT -5
Saffron smiled. "Don't worry, amour. Your secret is safe with me." Ron said. "I'm a seer... or at least that is what I'm told."
Ron studied the girl. "You have no reason to be ashamed, cherie. Witchcraft is nothing evil, those who possess it are either good or evil, not the magic itself."
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Post by prudence on Feb 25, 2010 21:22:14 GMT -5
She nodded slowly. That was not what she had been taught. And what was a seer? And who was this girl named Saffron.
"What is a seer?" She asked.
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Post by Saffron on Feb 25, 2010 21:24:52 GMT -5
"A seer is someone that sees the future. It isn't the best gift." Ron told the girl. She could see the confusion and the non-accpetance. She took the flower out of her hair and twirled it.
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Post by prudence on Feb 25, 2010 21:41:49 GMT -5
"Oh." She said. "I'm sorry?"
She wasn't the best advisor on gifts. She hated hers. It made her a freak. It made her mother hate her, her stepfather hate her, and her father, the man she got it from, was dead and was no comfort to her. It was a burden and a curse.
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Post by Saffron on Feb 25, 2010 21:48:47 GMT -5
Saffron shurgged. "All 'gifts' feel like curses to those who have them. Do you have a mentor?" she asked. The flower still spinning in her hand. "No, you don't do you? I think there is a witch in Kyyra that could help you if you ever wished. I don't know her all that well but i can take you to her."
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Post by prudence on Feb 25, 2010 21:52:16 GMT -5
"Why should I trust you?" She asked. "You haven't proven that you're not going to try and murder me. I can't just go and find someone to train me anyhow. My mother would kill me. I'm not supposed to be practicing devil worship."
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