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((I guess this r/p would be affiliated with my character Aenea in the other threads. Anyone can join, the more the merrier. Just abide by the guild's rules.))

The winter had been a harsh one to the land. It stole the crops, the cattle, the people. Hundreds of the weak fell by the snowy white hand of death, causing grief to swamp the people. Most did not have the strength to continue. What good would it be if another winter would come and take what they had worked for? were their thoughts. The spring's crops were in poor quality as more graves were dug for those who died now from diesease or starvation. It was something that the nobles turned their eyes away from for they themselves did not have anything to care for. Their own gold had been taken to buy more seeds which molded and became unusable. The only thing keeping them in their fortresses were their ancient blood that no one dared to challenge.

Until a certain mage came to the villages.

No one knew of the mage's true identity nonetheless the mage's name. They knew not of the face that hid under a heavy dark cloak and turned their eyes when they caught a glimpse of cracked lips, a pale chin, a lock of hair. They knew that once this mage left, the nobles were more willing to help give more encouragement to work, leaving their silks and working alongside their people. Some called it a miracle, some a curse. What person could have enough power to pursaude nobles who had been fed with a golden spoon to work in the fields?



Aenea was spread out on her thick black cloak in the middle of some meadow. She had not seen a single person for miles nor a village, town or peasant. She was surrounded by a sea of blossoming wild flowers in every color. White moths flirted around her face before dancing in the warm breeze of the coming spring. It was still chilly, but only enough to shiver once in awhile.

The mage closed her silver eyes, kissing a lock of silver hair with her lush red lips. It was a lazy day. The azure sky had wisps of cloud floating on the wind as an occasional bird called out to its flock. Another breeze went through the meadow, causing a wave of petals and stems to brush against her billowing robes. She had long discarded her boots some distance away, letting her feet be free of their leathery holds. She sighed, reopening her eyes.

She had been searching for something, yet she did not know what. She had seen centuries with her still young eyes, learned things that masters died of old age trying to learn, mastered the arts of her magic, yet... something was still missing. A piece of herself was gone, unfilled by her knowledge. She had spent years trying to find what it was, yet no master could answer her questions, no anicent books could give her any clues. She sighed again, watching as two birds frockled with one another and then disappear into the surrounding woods. "Maybe it is something," she said to the nothingness around her in a husky voice, "I can not learn, but must experience...?" Aenea sat up stiffly, running a slim hand through her waist length hair. She bit her lower lip, thinking. "There must be a stream of some sorts nearby... I need to scrub my hair...." The mage continued to stroke the locks. She had nothing with her except her magic and that did no good to hair had that had been magiked many times before.

Aenea stood up, pulling the robe around her neck expertly. She wished she had some kind of companion yet knew that would do her no good. She had not been with a person, intimately or normally, since she could remember. A growl of unhappiness escaped her lips. She hated being alone yet craved it at the same time. The breeze blew past more violently, bringing the scent of rain, blowing her hair all around her like a veil of silver magic.

The mage's ears perked and her sense grew wild as she heard the splash of the water, the smell of blood in the wind. Something must have happened before, a fight of some sorts. She pulled the hood over her hair as she started towards the feeling. What was this pounding in her heart? Was it the guilt she felt for not being able to stop this fight or to feel it in her blood? She shrugged, coming to the woods. The sound of water reached her ears and she slowly followed the sound, making sure her small steps made no sound. Aenea came upon the bushes with the man's clothing and a light blush crossed her pale face. She searched for whoever was bathing so openly. Her breath caught as she saw the man and her heart skipped a beat.

Aenea bit her index finger. She could help and be discovered, or watch and hope her prescence wouldn't be figured out. The wind shoved her and her robe billowed forward, sending her falling into the stream. She stood, dripping wet, eyes wide as she stared at the man. Nothing she could do could bring her eyes away from his form. "Ah...."

She shivered, feeling his voice weave through her body like a hot cup of tea. It warmed every part of her. Her face burned brightly as she moved her eyes to the water. It was no use, she could still see his reflection. "I... wasn't intending to bathe," she lied, pushing away her clinging hood. She prayed that he wouldn't see through her sad lie knowing that she could not decieve very well. "There was movement and I came to inspect it...." The mage hid a hand behind her back, readying a spell in case there was danger.

Aenea's body, before her mind could react, went over to him and brushed her own hand through his hair. It came away clean, sparkling with her magic. "I... can help," she whispered, literally looking up at his stunning features. She knew how to rid of such filth for her own locks would sometimes gather the most undesirable blood and mud from her little adventures.

The mage stepped back with a nervous smile. She takes a piece of her own hair and twirls it around a finger nervously. The blush was returning as she tried to calm her beating heart. "I've found... certain magic that helps hair... through my travels. It comes in handy after a battle or stay at a questionable inn." Aenea giggled a bit but choked on the sound. What in the hells was she doing? She covered her lips and started towards the shore. "I... must leave..." She tripped on her trustworthy (now deemed to burn at this point) and landed face first into the water.

Her thoughts of hoping the water would have taken her life disappeared as she felt this new sensation drowned her mind. Was this a kiss? She found herself closing her eyes and embracing his head closer, kissing back as if she had done this all her long life. Blood pounded through her body, sending feelings she had never felt before throughout herself. This couldn't be magic or else she would have felt it before it engulfed her.

Aenea shivered, feeling the growl vibrating her senses to craziness. She ran her fingers through his now clean hair. She now blessed her annoying cloak for bringing her into such contact with such a man. There were all sorts of flags and bells and whistles going off in her head, but she pushed by them. She liked this new feeling and she wanted to savor it till the end.