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Post by Midnight_Aurora on Sept 6, 2014 9:09:44 GMT
Frost says, "The more the merryer. We could always use the extra help. All that needs to be asked now is, when should we leave?"
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Post by wanderingmagus on Sept 7, 2014 2:30:40 GMT
Octavia bowed, conceding the debate. "Then I have no other objections. But..."
She delicately placed her hoof on Asterian's. "I do not think I will be able to come with you, my love. I know that you are more than able to take on this journey... but I do not think I am. I would most likely be more of a hindrance than a help, to be honest. I will wait for you every day, at noon, in Musician's Square, until you return."
As she took her hoof away, the noble realized she had left a bowtie in his hoof. She smiled genuinely, if sadly.
"Just... please be safe."
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Post by Asterian Starfall on Sept 8, 2014 5:57:35 GMT
The young Élire stared at the bow-tie for what felt like eternity before he took the cloth, wrapping it over his wrist just above his bracer. "Thank you, Octavia."
He then looked to the group and stood up. "I do, however, believe I will not be ready just yet. If you do not mind, I would like to spend some time with Octavia." Having known this could be the last time he could ever see her, he could not leave without at least a proper date.
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Post by Midnight_Aurora on Sept 8, 2014 18:44:14 GMT
Frost says, "You ain't holding up a thing. Treat the lady proper now." Frost looks to the others befor turning and saying, "I think I could go for another spa treatment." She heads out to the spa, leaving the others to deal with their final business.
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Post by Bane Emural on Sept 9, 2014 12:57:22 GMT
Aldorn leaves Asterian's home and head towards the gate leading to the surface world. He sits by the gate, waiting for the others to arrive. He takes out his book and begins looking at each page. He memorizes each word in every page, in the case of any unexpected encounter that requires a different approach. He looks around to see if any pony is approaching.
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Post by wanderingmagus on Sept 17, 2014 21:51:25 GMT
Octavia and Asterian stood alone in the room, with the mare blushing slightly.
"Ah... um... so..."
She looked down, making circles on the ground with her hoof. This was so much harder than it had sounded in her head.
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Post by Asterian Starfall on Sept 18, 2014 1:11:15 GMT
Asterian smiled at his love, walking over and holding out his hoof. "Milady, shall we... go out on the town?" The young noble tried to appear stoic and calm, but his facade cracked and faltered a little, displaying his nervousness. Octavia was his first love, after all; he did not exactly have experience with mares.
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Post by wanderingmagus on Sept 21, 2014 2:11:13 GMT
The mare tried to put on an air of composed grace, but her (very light) blush betrayed her true feelings as she nodded a bit shakily and took the offered hoof.
"Of course, milord. Where to first?"
She looked deep into his eyes, then quickly looked away and swallowed as the blush went up to the tips of her ears.
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Post by Asterian Starfall on Sept 22, 2014 17:29:57 GMT
Asterian looked at Octavia, then back at the floor as he tried to think straight. Just take her to the restaurant down the- No! The Vault. No, she's been there. Just choose something, you imbecile!
"Perhaps you feel a little more adventurous today?"
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