Dabiene Caristiana
Your friendly neighborhood weirdo
Dabiene picked up a very thin see through baggy full of dead bugs with bug guts and juices squeezing out. She held the bag with her thumb and forefinger while scrunching up her nose. She hated bugs... Especially dead insects...
"Oh Soldinnn...." She growled deeply. Damn that boy!
She went over to the nearest garbage tin and threw the bag in there with a shudder. Her face scrunched up in a very unlady-like manner with her tongue sticking out, fake gagging. As she walked back to her dresser she heard Cilla shouting.
"Dabs! Dabs! Alice is having a vision! I think it's a really bad one! You've got to come RIGHT NOW!"
Shock was evident on her face and she immediately scurried out the door into the room Alice was in, Soldin not knowing what to do but look at the ground. She couldn't blame him, he didn't know what to do in this situation. Dabiene only told him once about Alice's 'gift'. Nothing more, nothing less.
"Alice, can you hear me? Look at me and take deep breaths." She sat down next to her and rubbed her back very lightly. She had read a few records that a person nearly stabbed someone after having a bad lucid vision. That person was a close friend. Dabiene knew Alice wouldn't try to do that but the middle-aged woman didn't want to scare her.
Soldin was beside himself. He kept looking at his hands, a very forlorn expression on his face. "Soldin, go get a glass of water."
She looked at Alice again, "I know you may not want to talk about it but it may be important, can you tell me what you saw? You don't have to tell everything now, in fact you should be resting but if you need to talk about it now, I'm here, hun."
She stroked her hair lightly, hoping to not disturb her.
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Alice picked off one of Dabiene's underwear off his head, and patted him.
"You sure know how to pick 'em, don't you pup?" Alice and Cilla were one of the few, besides Dabiene and Isran now and a few others, that he allowed to call him pup. It was true, even he couldn't deny his own puppy like personality. He was a social creature, he couldn't help it. "And yes, Cilla and I have the whole day to ourselves. We can feed you and pet you and feed you yummy treats, and maybe even rub your belly if you're good!"
"Well, I definately like the sound of that!"
Cilla spoke up with great enthusiasm, "AND we can hear about how he killed a million daedra!" She crawled up on his lap as he laughed, "Sure why not?"
"Was all that true Soldin!? Did you really cut that ten foot daedra in half with your claymore!? Did you really make sixty-six scamps run just by looking mean at them!? Does Isran really eat werewolf meat and vampire blood for breafkast!?" Soldin chuckled at that. Even that rumor was going about the castle, due to the lack of full rations nowadays, people thought Isran was immortal or god like due to having 'odd cravings'. "...Enthir told me he does! He even sold me a real werewolf tooth! And it was only fifty septims! He said I was a good buyer! I have it here in my pocket since I was wearing my jammies when I bought them. Do you think they're cute by the way?"
Werewolf tooth? How was that possible? The only way to get a werewolf tooth was to actually kill one, or have one turn into one and extract the tooth alive. And that was extremely rare. Werewolves were very proud of the canines and fur. Some kind of... Social status.
To have one was truely amazing... Who was this Enthir?
The girl pulled out a small tooth that definately wasn't a werewolf. Enthir and Cilla got the 'wolf' part, but not the 'were' part. She looked at her sister and Soldin, proudly showing off her prize. Soldin saw out of the corner of his eye that Alice at first looked concerned then a little irritated.
'50 septims for this? And why is...? Ooooh... He's that kinda guy. Can't blame him though, werewolf teeth are now even harder to come by. Hm... I think I have an idea for her next present... She wants a werewolf tooth? I'll get her one...' Soldin smirked as he plotted on how Dabiene could help with his little present. After all.. They were both werewolves weren't they?
Cilla honey, I don't think..."
Alice froze, and her face went to extreme pain, not physical, but emotional. When someone or something triggered an emotional or tramatic flashback on someone that wasn't expecting it.
"...Alice?" Cilla asked with concern. "Are you okay? Are you...are you having a vision?"
"Go get Dabs Cilla." Alice said in a very somber tone, thinly veiling extrieme panic. "Go get Dabs right now."
Cilla looked at her then dashed out of the room, yelling for his Breton friend. The two came in a few seconds later.
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Soldin went to fetch a glass of water in the makeshift kitchen. As he poured some water noticed his reflection on one of the pots and pans.
He looked ok, hair still exotic white, his stubble around his jaw and mouth still there. He didn't look to rugged, like someone who fought through hell to get to somewhere just to look for someone. Like he did. He flashed a smile dispite the situation and noticed his teeth.
That gave him an idea. He opened his mouth and pulled at his lips and cheeks, all the while trying to figure out how in the world he was going to get Dabs to agree with his plan. Hm...
He washed his hands, grabbed the water and raced back toward the area of the ladies.
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(OOC: Working on Severus' post. Hang tight!)
"Oh Soldinnn...." She growled deeply. Damn that boy!
She went over to the nearest garbage tin and threw the bag in there with a shudder. Her face scrunched up in a very unlady-like manner with her tongue sticking out, fake gagging. As she walked back to her dresser she heard Cilla shouting.
"Dabs! Dabs! Alice is having a vision! I think it's a really bad one! You've got to come RIGHT NOW!"
Shock was evident on her face and she immediately scurried out the door into the room Alice was in, Soldin not knowing what to do but look at the ground. She couldn't blame him, he didn't know what to do in this situation. Dabiene only told him once about Alice's 'gift'. Nothing more, nothing less.
"Alice, can you hear me? Look at me and take deep breaths." She sat down next to her and rubbed her back very lightly. She had read a few records that a person nearly stabbed someone after having a bad lucid vision. That person was a close friend. Dabiene knew Alice wouldn't try to do that but the middle-aged woman didn't want to scare her.
Soldin was beside himself. He kept looking at his hands, a very forlorn expression on his face. "Soldin, go get a glass of water."
She looked at Alice again, "I know you may not want to talk about it but it may be important, can you tell me what you saw? You don't have to tell everything now, in fact you should be resting but if you need to talk about it now, I'm here, hun."
She stroked her hair lightly, hoping to not disturb her.
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Alice picked off one of Dabiene's underwear off his head, and patted him.
"You sure know how to pick 'em, don't you pup?" Alice and Cilla were one of the few, besides Dabiene and Isran now and a few others, that he allowed to call him pup. It was true, even he couldn't deny his own puppy like personality. He was a social creature, he couldn't help it. "And yes, Cilla and I have the whole day to ourselves. We can feed you and pet you and feed you yummy treats, and maybe even rub your belly if you're good!"
"Well, I definately like the sound of that!"
Cilla spoke up with great enthusiasm, "AND we can hear about how he killed a million daedra!" She crawled up on his lap as he laughed, "Sure why not?"
"Was all that true Soldin!? Did you really cut that ten foot daedra in half with your claymore!? Did you really make sixty-six scamps run just by looking mean at them!? Does Isran really eat werewolf meat and vampire blood for breafkast!?" Soldin chuckled at that. Even that rumor was going about the castle, due to the lack of full rations nowadays, people thought Isran was immortal or god like due to having 'odd cravings'. "...Enthir told me he does! He even sold me a real werewolf tooth! And it was only fifty septims! He said I was a good buyer! I have it here in my pocket since I was wearing my jammies when I bought them. Do you think they're cute by the way?"
Werewolf tooth? How was that possible? The only way to get a werewolf tooth was to actually kill one, or have one turn into one and extract the tooth alive. And that was extremely rare. Werewolves were very proud of the canines and fur. Some kind of... Social status.
To have one was truely amazing... Who was this Enthir?
The girl pulled out a small tooth that definately wasn't a werewolf. Enthir and Cilla got the 'wolf' part, but not the 'were' part. She looked at her sister and Soldin, proudly showing off her prize. Soldin saw out of the corner of his eye that Alice at first looked concerned then a little irritated.
'50 septims for this? And why is...? Ooooh... He's that kinda guy. Can't blame him though, werewolf teeth are now even harder to come by. Hm... I think I have an idea for her next present... She wants a werewolf tooth? I'll get her one...' Soldin smirked as he plotted on how Dabiene could help with his little present. After all.. They were both werewolves weren't they?
Cilla honey, I don't think..."
Alice froze, and her face went to extreme pain, not physical, but emotional. When someone or something triggered an emotional or tramatic flashback on someone that wasn't expecting it.
"...Alice?" Cilla asked with concern. "Are you okay? Are you...are you having a vision?"
"Go get Dabs Cilla." Alice said in a very somber tone, thinly veiling extrieme panic. "Go get Dabs right now."
Cilla looked at her then dashed out of the room, yelling for his Breton friend. The two came in a few seconds later.
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Soldin went to fetch a glass of water in the makeshift kitchen. As he poured some water noticed his reflection on one of the pots and pans.
He looked ok, hair still exotic white, his stubble around his jaw and mouth still there. He didn't look to rugged, like someone who fought through hell to get to somewhere just to look for someone. Like he did. He flashed a smile dispite the situation and noticed his teeth.
That gave him an idea. He opened his mouth and pulled at his lips and cheeks, all the while trying to figure out how in the world he was going to get Dabs to agree with his plan. Hm...
He washed his hands, grabbed the water and raced back toward the area of the ladies.
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(OOC: Working on Severus' post. Hang tight!)