TheLastRunaway

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I see it the other way around. I lose interest if I have to wait days in order to participate. I'm used to posting a lot per day and feel like it's easier to get to know a group of writers when you spend a lot of time together. But thats just me. We'll see how it goes but i already know I'll get extremely lost by the time I can post again.

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Okay.

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So are we only supposed to post like twice a day? :/

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I know me too. :/ I'm rewdddyyyy.

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What's wrong with a fast pace? I feel like waiting more than a few hours per post is blehh. Lol.

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Her cheeks were too hot for her blushing not to be obvious. It had been a long time she had been complimented by someone, and as well as that person being human. Even though they all lived in the same world, there was still this thin glass wall that seemed to separate them all, she had encountered plenty of humans who enjoyed elves, as well as many humans who disliked them. She let herself smile freely, showing off an aspect she usually tried to hide. She had thick dimples in the sides of her cheeks that made her look somewhat childish when she would smile to big. "Thank you, I'm very fond of your name as well." She said playfully, her shy demeanor slowly fluttered off of her until someone else had approached and she quickly sunk back in her shell.

The new elf was so lively and animated when she talked, Nyx couldn't help but give her a small smile as she asked if this was where the meeting was. Nyx opened her mouth to ask what the meeting was about but the shock of Caspian's words caught her in mid thought. "Convict?" She gasped quietly to herself. When he mentioned being a sailor she was sure of her thoughts of being a pirate, and tried to scan his wrists for the burn mark he didn't seem to have. Yet his sleeves kept his wrists hidden for the most part. She pulled her eyes away from him and forced herself to look at the other woman. "Hello, my name is Nyx. I'm just.. a girl.. well an elven girl.." She laughed nervously, as she looked back at Caspian to see his reaction to her words, though her being an elf was obvious enough.

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Her eyebrows burrowed forward with his reply, she was still unsure why she was given this letter in the first place. She glimpsed around again towards everyone who seemed to have an ideal purpose to be some kind of hero, or offered more special quests. But since this man had no part in the letter she decided to keep her uneasiness to herself. She returned the smile and bowed politely to him before folding the letter back up. As she turned to find her seat again, the man in the long cape approached her. She couldn’t tell from where he was sitting whether he was human or elf by how low his cap covered his face and his long hair covered the most obvious pointer.

Her eyes grew wide by the flattering introduction and her face slowly grew red as he planted the kiss gently on the back of her hand. When he lifted his face to look at her again, she was able to study him closer. He had bold blue eyes that could easily be identified under the low lighting of the tavern as well as the plumped lips that were covered by the thick fur of his beard. She could hardly tell his age by his appearance, he seemed young yet wise. Though no human, could ever beat the years of an elf. Which seemed to be a curse as well as a virtue. She hadn’t realized that she had been staring at him without giving him any reply and soon blinked herself back in to the conversation. “My name is Nyx.” She cleared her throat quietly and curtsied once more. “It’s very nice to meet you Caspian.” She opened her mouth to continue, yet she hadn’t come up with something to say and paused awkwardly in place.

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Loki, if you want to interact with Nyx feel free to. I may be up for about another hour or so. :o

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Okay I'll edit it. :3

Oh nevermind. :o

I'll just wait for the next open person to chat with. :3

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Yeah! :D

Sorry Heat, I came in too late. .-.