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Hi, my name is Makenna
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 | Gypsy Travels pt.1 |
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 5 with 1 vote(s)
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| Created: 2009-07-04 07:57:45 |
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Exhaling with great force, Makenna wiped her brow with heavily muscled arms. It was swelteringly hot and the fifteen mile stretch around Isor mountain hadnt helped either. Honeysuckle and saxifraige filled the air with the dust kicked up from her tired feet. She stood tall, with a slight, but solid frame that commanded the space around her. A long mane of unkempt, dirty blonde hair surrounded her oval face and her hard leather armour was stained with blood and grime. She wore on her foot won and patchy boots, those of an adventurer, a quiet hero.
She carried on walking down the rough track, legs aching until in the near distance she saw a quiet little village in front of her. Colourful carnival tents and stallls were set up on it's green, and she realised with a pang of excitement that this had what she had been looking for. Picking up her pace, she picked her way down the grassy slope towards the village, her heart rate increasing with the noises and voices that weaved in and out of the brightly coloured space like an orchestra out of key and time. Makenna came to a stop in front of a yellow and blue striped tent and peered inside.
A wild grey haired women greeted her gaze with sharp eyes and a regal stance. She sat at a table that was littered with tarot cards and a crystal ball, and in one moment, Makenna made a mental note that this gypsy was not one to take lightly.
"You are Applesmith, i take it?" enquired Makenna. The woman looked at her long and hard, as if deciding how to answer.
"Aye," she said softly, "who be askin'?"
"Rhe Makenna, sent on behalf of the King- he believes that you have some treasure of some use to him?"
For a fleeting second, Applesmith looked wide eyed in terror at Makenna, and then leapt for something under her table. She emerged breathing heavily, a sinister looking dagger held tightly in her hand.
"The treasure he stole, you mean. It is not His, and never shall be!" Applesmith advanced on Makenna now, and with one swift movement, she put the dagger at her throat. Makenna stared at Applesmith and inhaled slowly and heavily, her heart in her mouth.
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