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 Posted: Mon Jan 31, 2005 12:55 am
-:- Aneiren's House -:-
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Welcome to Aneiren's House.
This area of the guild belongs to WereJace and WereJace alone. He decides who is allowed to post here and when they are allowed to post. Please refer to any posts after this one for WereJace's rules pertaining to this area.
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Posted: Wed Feb 02, 2005 5:11 pm
The Rules-OOC
1. Only Witchery Brew RP will occur in this location. Therefore, only Witchery Brew staff and owners should be posting in this thread.
2. This location is invite-only. Please don't post random requests for RP here. I will gladly recieve PM requests for such, as well as prodding via AIM. Generally, if I'm online, I'm available and not feeling very bitey.
3. Aneirens Journal is STRICTLY OOC INFORMATION, as far as this thread is concerned. Exceptions will be made if anyone other than his housemates ever gets their hands on it.
4. OOCly, at least, please play nice! Designate OOC comments with double brackets, ((like so)). House Rules-IC
1. Jace=Werewolf. He makes no effort to hide that. Therefore, there is a ban on wolf products on his property-no cloaks, coats, etc.. Wolves are welcome, but may be skittish about intruding.
2. Wagner=Vampire. Visitors are not allowed to feed him, no matter what cute/sad/horrible faces he makes at them. They are also not allowed to make any serious attempts on his life.
3. Bedrooms, all of them, are private. All have locks on them, and their owners generally do not take well to invasions of privacy.
4. The Pards and the Ninau roam free. There is an old barn out back that the Pards have claimed, and a shed that Frost has picked out for herself. Only residents should go into these buildings, especially the barn.
5. The kitchen is open-season. It always has the basics-wild meat, fresh bread, milk, cheese, butter, etc.., and usually has stew and shortbread as well.
6. The living room is also open, but 'public' to the whole house-people (a loosely defined term) come and go as they please.
7. The 'office' is private, and locks from the inside.More added to both sections as necessary...An's room! 
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Posted: Thu Mar 31, 2005 3:35 pm
((Carried over from Trysta's house.))
He held the door for her as she entered the house, then immediately headed into the kitchen. The decor was rustic, to put it lightly, and almost everything was made of wood. A staircase rose immediately to the left of the door, the living room open on the right. Straight ahead, she could see the entry of the kitchen.
Up above, she could hear slow footsteps coming towards the stairs, and the elf appeared again, padding lightly down to the main floor. Leona gave a half-bow, then nodded to the stairs. "He will be down shortly. Please, be comfortable." She indicated the living room, as another set of footsteps sprinted past above.
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Posted: Thu Mar 31, 2005 3:40 pm
"Thank you." She nodded to the elf, flashing her a soft smile before making herself comfortable on the couch. She reached into her pouch to retrieve her notebook only to remember that she had left it on the bench... She'd have to get a piece of paper off of Aneiren to have a note sent to Skye later.
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Posted: Thu Mar 31, 2005 3:45 pm
There was a small commotion upstairs, then footsteps on the stairs, quickly revealing Aneiren. The boy was walking quite gingerly and was wearing a large sweater, quite unlike his usual apparel. The shaven gap on the side of his head was very visible as he arrived on the main floor, and his arm was in a sling. He glanced at the kitchen as Jace poked his head out, then followed the werewolf's look to Trysta. His weary appearance vanished, and he rushed into the living room, beaming at her.
"Trysta!"
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Posted: Thu Mar 31, 2005 3:56 pm
At the sound of his voice she was sorely tempted to rush over and hug him but, upon standing and seeing his current state, her eyes widened and her jaw dropped. "Oh, An... What did he do to you?" She cooed at him, hand raising to tenderly trail along the side of his face.
Her tender look of worry quickly turned into a furrowed brow as she stepped back, crossing her arms over her chest. "Don't you ever worry me like that again, Aneiren. I get a letter with a scrap of your shirt attatched... I have horrid dreams and see images of you like this in my crystal ball. If this is the way you're going to be every time you leave my line of sight..." She huffed as she looked up to him.
Her attire was different than usual as well. Her hair was a great deal shorter and she was wearing... A pair of rather snug fitting tanned leather pants? Her usual bodice was also lacking a billowing shirt beneath it, almost as if she had undergone an entire change.
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Posted: Thu Mar 31, 2005 4:04 pm
Aneiren came to a stop just short of her, drawing a very short, shaky breath and looking very chagrined. "I'm sorry, I had a confrontation with a deer, what happened to you? You look..." He looked her up and down, then reached out to touch her hair. "You look changed. Your hair looks good...I'm sorry I couldn't give you more warning or really say goodbye, sorry," he rambled, his other hand drifting to the bare spot on his scalp. "I'm sorry you were worried."
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Posted: Thu Mar 31, 2005 4:11 pm
"Skye happened to me..." She chuckled softly as her hand drifted up to catch the fingers that he had used to touch her hair, giving them a gentle squeeze. "One of the dreams I had was about changing old ideals... I talked to her about it and she took me shopping."
Her silvery blue eyes drifted up to him, holding onto his for a moment. "No more 'sorry'... I'm just glad that you're... Relatively alright. You are alright, aren't you?" She blinked as she stepped back to take an assessment of his wounds once more.
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Posted: Thu Mar 31, 2005 4:21 pm
"I'm alive," he said, his thumb skating across her fingers, then drawing them to his mouth for a kiss. "My arm's bruised. Cracked my ribs, and I had a big cut on my head, but Leona's fixed it, mostly. There's going to be a scar, though." He turns his head enough for her to see the fresh pink scar just barely hidden behind his hair.
"It was a deer," he added quickly, returning his gaze forward and drinking in her new appearance. "Nothing deep dark and full of claws."
"Do you want anything," Jace piped up from the kitchen, half grumbling, half not. "Tea's ready, and there are some cookies."
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Posted: Thu Mar 31, 2005 4:29 pm
"Alive is good..." She chuckled softly as she stood on her toes to press a tender kiss to his cheek. "Tea sounds good... I was outside working on some star charts for a while before Amberosia came..."
She pulled away from him slowly, carefully making her way towards the kitchen, turning back to him with a soft smile. While her back was turned the last of ther 'new appearance' would come into a crystal clear line of site. On her shoulder was a delicately woven Celtic knot-work moon done in various shades of black and silver. "Coming?"
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Posted: Thu Mar 31, 2005 4:37 pm
Aneiren stopped where he was when he spotted the tattoo, staring at the mark and mumbling a 'yes'. He blinked, then followed her as quickly as he dared. His ribs were already making him pay for his earlier rush. "When did that happen?" he asked, quietly reaching to touch her shoulder.
Jace had set a plate of shortbread and other cookies next to the teapot on the kitchen table. Fragrant, almost peppery steam was lending a warm scent to the small space.
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Posted: Thu Mar 31, 2005 4:43 pm
Her muscles twitched slightly as he touched the ink that wasn't yet a week old. "After Skye decided that she was going to give me a talk about becoming a woman..." She flushed slightly as she looked to him, smiling softly. "She left me to go think and, instead of thinking, I got that..."
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Posted: Thu Mar 31, 2005 4:51 pm
Aneiren made a face. "I don't know what's wrong with our guardians lately. It isn't as though we've done anything that would make them think we're in need ot these...chats. And trips." He glanced at Jace as the pair entered the kitchen.
The werewolf shot a raised eyebrow back, then stepped away from the table. "You needed some time away from the cabin and the town. And to learn a few things about protection that the books don't teach."
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Posted: Thu Mar 31, 2005 5:31 pm
She snorted softly as she looked over to Jace, raising her own eyebrow right back at him. "Oh yes... He learned lots while lying battered and bruised on the ground, I'm sure." The roll of her eyes were accompanied a soft chuckle to show that she was feeling a bit more good natured about everything now that she was certain that An was as safe as could be expected.
Slender fingers reached for a shortbread cookie, popping it past her lips as she looked back towards Aneiren. "I don't know... Skye just wanted to make sure that I was well informed on various ideas that the world had on certain..." She cleared her throat, feeling her cheeks flush slightly as she continued speaking. "Things."
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Posted: Thu Mar 31, 2005 8:59 pm
Jace just rolled his neck out when the witch made her point. "You don't learn how to fight by winning all the time," he finally said, the corner of his mouth rising to a lazy half-smile. In his own home, full of food and relaxed, he seemed much more amicable than he did when greeting unexpected guests on the lawn.
Red washed over Aneiren's face, and he stared at the table. "Oh. Yes. Things." To cover his sudden embarrassment, he reached out and snapped up another piece of shortbread, biting and chewing with vigor. "Yes." He glanced at Jace. "We've talked about...things...too..." Purple ascended as he chewed through the rest of his cookie.
"But not about 'the world'. Just...generalizations," Jace drawled, looking from wizard to witch. "'The world', and it's ideas, can rot. People, family, they're more important."
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