A melody thats never the same (open++)

[King Raoul II]

A pink and gray light was beginning to peek over the horizon as morning came to the town of Beruna. It was quite early really and most people were not awake yet, Raoul's perfect chance to go strolling through the town without being seen by it's Telmarine inhabitants. Though the former King was usually an early riser, he had awoken unusually early today for some reason; perhaps it was because he had been most uncomfortable sleeping in that tree hollow due to the hard ground and freezing cold weather, as well as his fear of being caught by one of Jadis's minions, or even the Witch herself.

From his small satchel, Raoul took out an ivory pipe, lit it, and took a smoke, coughing in the matter. Yes, yes, he knew it was terrible for his all ready frail health, but still how could he resist something so stimulating? He did not have any money for alcohol, so smoking was in a way a pain easer for him of losing his kingdom. The only things Raoul possessed at the moment were Jato which was the name of his sword with the Archenland crest on the blade, a few coins, but not really enough to buy anything, his pipe, and some tobacco leaves he had ground up himself. The man went and sat himself down on the wall after his smoke ended,playing with the designs the sheath of his sword.

[thena]

The morning was early. Too early by Thena's standards but it had seemed that this one day she could not stay asleep. Frustrated, she pulls the covers off of her and throws her legs over the bed. She reached over to her side drawer and grabed a light blue, skinny pipe and wrapped her pink lips around the end. With a flick of her wrist a small fire formed around the end of the tabacoo filled pipe. She stood up and slipped her slippers on and grabbed her silk robe. Walking towards the bathroom she felt tierd and restless. Ever since the battle between her and Sara, she hasn't been feeling herself. Guilt drapped over her, which was an unusual feeling for her. But of course that was her baby sister. She could remember the day she came home for the first time. She knew Sara was born for greatness, but it unfortunetly ended in tragedy.

After about two hours of her daily rituals. She walked out of her cottage and headed for the town of Beruna. Normally she wouldn't been seen in this sort of environment but she had no where else to go. Forced to go into hiding. She felt alone most of the time. For once in her life she feels remorse. But her cold heart was still there and she wasn't going to show anyone her soft side. As she reached the inner part of town she pulled out he pipe again but soon remembered she couldn't use any magic. Which made her want to go on a masacure. But she had to go with it anyway. Glancing over she noticed a man smoking out of a pipe and then put it away. "Hm" She thought he might be able to give her a light so she walked over there, her feet patting on the cobblestone. Flipping a curled peice of her strawberry blonde hair, she stood in front of him with a smile. "Do you happen to have a light? she asked, holding up her lady pipe.

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[King Raoul II]

Raoul had just about felt like taking a nap right there on the wall when he was spoken to by a blue eyed woman with curly blonde locks, asking him for a light for her own pipe. Truly he was disgusted by this seeing as he did not think it proper for a woman to smoke, but her face looked so familiar...Was this not the witch Sara, whom he had met on the beach of Cair Paravel many years ago? She had grown up quite a bit, as well as he was shocked to see someone like her doing such a foul habit like smoking. "Sorry loves, I haven't got any matches left," Raoul said lying to her. He added, "Besides, why should someone like yourself be doing something as disgusting as smoking?"

Her hair, which was a strawberry blonde color reminded Raoul of his mother, Yvaine whom had also had strawberry blonder hair but it was long and straight rather curly as this girl. He often thought of her, wondering where she was, or if she was still living. Yvaine was a strong woman, being she was once been a warrior in her youth, so there was a chance she had survived the invasion. Though she had retired, Raoul knew his mother was still able to defend herself. With a curious look, Raoul said "Excuse me, but might you be the witch, Sara Cromwell?"

[thena]

"Sorry loves, I haven't got any matches left," Raoul said lying to her. He added, "Besides, why should someone like yourself be doing something as disgusting as smoking?" What? Was he really telling her what she should and should not do? This wasn't something she took kindly. She was almost 26 years old. One, I saw you doing the same thing. Two, I am a grown woman who can do what ever she pleases. And three, I dont believe that women and men should be treated differently." she stated while she put her small pipe back into her cloak pocket. She knew he was lying. Especially since he thought that a lady shouldn't smoke, as he stated before. Waking up in a foul mood was one thing, but having your mood ruined by a stranger was one thing Thena did not like at all.

"Excuse me, but might you be the witch, Sara Cromwell?" After he asked her, her head shot up and starred at him with her cold eyes. "How dare he."

[/u] she thought. It had been a while since the invasion and since her sisters death. If he obviously knows her, then why didn't he know she was dead? This man was unfamiliar to her and it bugged her. If he knew her sister than she wanted to know him. "No. I'm not. I heard she was dead. Sorry." was all she said. She gulped. No matter how cold she may be, Sara was her baby sister. And she misses her dearly. She would do anything to bring her back, even use her magic. But not even her grandmother was powerful enough for that. It hurt for her to talk about Sara that way but it was the only way she could stay hidden. She wasn't sure if he was the right person to tell that she was infact her older sister. Maybe after a few more conversation's she might let him know who she was, depending on which side he was on. But at that moment she glanced at his side and saw something shiny. It's reflection bounced off the wall behind him. Tilting her head slightly she noticed a small symbol on what seemed to be a sword. After a few seconds of glancing, she remembered seeing that crest when she was with the witch. "King Raoul!" she thought, loudly in her head. She knew there was a familiarity about him. But she still wasn't sure. He could of stole it off of the King's dead body. But there was no sure way of knowing just yet.[/size][/blockquote]