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Post by Caedence Weostan on Aug 14, 2012 9:21:20 GMT -5
DATE & TIME : June 14; 3:00 PM WEATHER CONDITIONS : sunny, slightly overcast. No apparent chance of rain. CHARACTERS INVOLVED : Sven. Caedence. PREVIOUS THREADS ? n/a [Purple]~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ [/purple] [red]I WISH I COULD CROSS MY ARMS[/red]
[teal]AND CROSS YOUR MIND[/teal] [/b][/i]  Caedence Weostan swung open the door and stepped out. Anyone who saw the way she was walking would know that she wasn't just out for a stroll. She was defiantly on her way somewhere in quite a flustered hurry. The way each foot fell and how her arms swung by her sides dictated that. She would almost seem frustrated, as she was, in truth.
She was on her way to the Mead hall. It was where she had been told Sven was. He the assigned healer since after the war for her ailing dragon- and he was several hours late. Tardiness was not something Caedence had been raised with a tolerance to. Sven had never been this kind of late. Perhaps 5 minutes or so behind schedule, but he had better have a pretty good excuse for being hours late and leaving her to trudge around the village, trying to find out where he was. These were the kind of antics she would expect from someone like her careless little sister, not a responsible man. Finally she had found someone who had informed her that he was at the Mead hall. She very seriously doubted he'd have a good excuse.
Caedence walked through town and down into the plaza. Once there, she directed her course to the large stone hall in the center of town. Large was perhaps an understatement. It could hold every member of the village of Berk. It was where dinner was held most every night along with meetings and it was where the Snoggletog celebration took place when the freeze came and the dragons returned annually with their newborn offspring. The Mead hall was generally a place where good things happened, but today, Caedence wasn't too happy to be there.
She walked up to the massive wooden doors, which were propped open slightly to allow people not strong enough to open them entrance. She walked in, still managing to look composed, as always. She smoothed her hair and put in place any stray hairs that had fallen out of the knot in her hair. Then she walked gracefully forward, hands clasped in front of her. Her watchful eyes scanned the room for Sven as she whisked past the flaming fire pit. A few steps later. She saw his yellow hair and blue jacket sitting at a table with his back to her. She walked across the room toward him, still managing to seem composed.
Upon arrival at his table, she noticed a large mug in his hand. She approached and waited for him to acknowledge her. When he didn't after several seconds, she addressed him. Though her voice was polite, there was certainly an edge to it. [purple]"Hello Sven. I believe you are rather late for your appointment today"[/purple] [teal]BECAUSE I BELIEVE[/teal]
[purple]YOU'D UNFOLD YOUR PAPER HEART[/purple]
[red]AND WEAR IT ON YOUR SLEEVE[/red]
[purple]~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ [/purple][/b][/i] Muse: awesomesaucy!!! Words: 464 Notes: Yay! Finally a Svenny and Caedence thread!
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Post by Sven & Hermes on Aug 15, 2012 14:51:13 GMT -5
After receiving some important healing information from Luna, he had briefly collected those herbs and materials that he already knew about, deciding to check his book for the more specific ingredients at a later date. He did have to carry on looking after Smudge. He had made it clear to himself that a dragon's life was more important that his soppy feelings over everything.
After drinking a lot again the night before, the dragonologist had been snoozing for most of the morning and afternoon, mostly due to hangover. He was mostly over that too, but still a bit groggy. He didn't really notice the presence of Caedence until he heard the last half of her reminder.
He suddenly bolted upright like he had been struck by lightning, upending his mug in the process - luckily it was empty. He had forgotten his appointment today! Oh that wasn't good! Especially as Sven wasn't usually one to be late for things.
"C-Caedence!" He exclaimed, wiping a hand through his hair quickly, though it made no difference to his usual messy style. He reset the mug to it's original set, before pushing slightly away from him. He turned briefly to look towards the huge doors to guess what time it was - the bright light outside dictated that he was very late.
"Ohh, I'm late, aren't I? I'm so sorry!" He blurted hurriedly. He had been too busy wallowing in his corner that he had completely forgot! "I'm not, uhh, usually like this." He knew he had no excuse for his tardiness, and his voice, a little bit raspy from the sleep and alchohol, showed how much he knew he was in trouble.
He got up from his seat. "Let me just, ah, get my..." He started, patting his chest for the whereabouts of his book in the inner pockets. "My, uh... Book? For... ingredients for... Somewhere." At this point he had looked in all his pockets, and even took his jacket off and upended the contents onto the floor.
There was a lot of random crap. But there was no book.
He glanced from the pile of stuff, to Caedence, giving a sheepish grin which was purely out of confusion and realisation of his imminent doom. He shook his jacket a final time. Just to be sure. There was no book.
"Erm... My book is gone?" The strange look of disbelief quickly faded away to something a lot more darker and serious. "My book is gone."
Sven's stomach cringed in a bad way. That wasn't good.
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Post by Caedence Weostan on Aug 16, 2012 0:02:58 GMT -5
[Purple]~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ [/purple] [red]I WISH I HAD COVERED ALL MY TRACKS[/red]
[teal]COMPLETELY[/teal] [/b][/i] Caedence watched Sven's reaction to her words without a sound. He just about jumped out of his skin at the sound of her voice, upsetting a large mug set before him in the process. Had he been drinking? It seemed so, his behavior showed that. It made her sad. She had really respected him, and it would be a lie to say she hadn't harbored the thought of liking him as more than a friend. Some might say thought such as that were rubbish for the amount of time that she'd know him. They had really only met less than two weeks ago and they hadn't talked to each other much outside of conversation of the ailing dragon. But he had told her of some of his travels and adventures. She wanted that. Badly. And to her, there was something absolutely enticing about Sven. He was different than any other man she'd ever met. But she did not respect men who were drunkards. And though she could tell that Sven was not completely in a drunken state, he was close. The dragonologist was clearly not in a stable state of mind.
He blabbed on in incomplete thoughts for a few minutes. [purple]"Mhmm..."[/purple] was all she could mange in reply. Caedence crossed her arms, unsure what to do. He had taken his jacket off and was shaking it about, seeming to be searching for something. She wondered what it was. After another moment, a look of genuine concern shadowed his face. He said something about loosing his book. What on earth did he need a book for?! Exasperated, she said [purple]"Sven. Now is not the time for reading! I have an ill dragon back at home, and you still need to come help him."[/purple] She tried to give him a hard stare to get his attention, but being stern didn't come naturally to her. She didn't know how to deal with any of this. [teal]BECAUSE I'M SO AFRAID[/teal]
[purple]IS THAT THE LIGHT AT THE FAR END OF THE TUNNEL?[/purple]
[red]OR JUST A TRAIN?[/red]
[purple]~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ [/purple][/b][/i] Muse: meh Words: 330... OMG SO SHORT I'M SORRY there wasn't much for me to write D: Notes: Egh. Sorry it's so short and blabby and has a lame ending >.< |
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Post by Sven & Hermes on Aug 16, 2012 11:39:31 GMT -5
Sven frowned as Caedence didn't quite seem to get how severe this situation was. It didn't up Sven's mood at all, if not turning him a little bitter. He shook his head, hauling his jacket back on and crouching to pick up stuff that was still important enough to keep, such as his array of spare pencils and of course his bracelet that was far too small for him to wear. He shoved them in his pocket before regaining his footing again.
Sighing, he looked at Caedence with a nasty frown. "My Book, Caedence, is the most valuable thing I have in my possession. It is not merely a book for reading." He paused, preventing himself from insulting the Viking society's lack of desire for the written word.
He groaned, his fingers fidgeting in agitation. "I'll tell you why this book is important. It contains information I got from Luna. You know, the dragon healer? The information was going to help Smudge by a lot." He started. He wondered if that was a good enough excuse to satisfy. He sighed again out of frustration.
"It also happens to contain five years of my career in there. My life's work, Cadence. Gone." He clicked his fingers. "Just like that." Sven refrained from saying he didn't like people looking in his book either; his book contained stuff he didn't want to share, notably with other dragonologists, who could steal his work for their own. Also if he said that he'd come off as some selfish loon, and by the looks of things Caedence wasn't at all pleased with him as it was. "I don't know whether that means anything to you, but it certainly does to me."
"We have to find that book. Now." He said with urgence, picking up his bag from under the table and slinging it onto his back. He marched past Caedence, heading towards the door. He stopped turning to see Caedence. "Are you coming?" He asked. It was clear in the tone of his voice he was not happy. At all.
He hoped that, if he found it, it wouldn't be damaged beyond repair, and that the precious information would still be intact.
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