forum Dystopian Fantasy RP aw yeah (Private)

Started May 02, 2018 by @Young-Dusty-the-Monarch-of-Dusteria group

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Bernon shook his head. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have brought it up. Let's just focus on getting back to your house."

She nodded in thanks, and agreement as they hurriedly walked to the field, making sure they weren’t being followed or tracked.

Bernon walked along beside her, admiring the afternoon clouds. "I suppose we should wait until tomorrow to figure out my magic. It's been a long day already."
(brb, having supper real quick)

“Yeah, I guess so,” The field appeared and she waved her hand and the glamour disappeared. Before Bernon could get to close she pulled him back, “Wait,” she concentrated on her magic and soon the house extended to two levels.

Bernon blinked in surprise. "Hey, cool! That's handy. Magic is incredibly useful, isn't it?"

“Yeah, I guess it does come in handy.” Tanrial started to walk but stumbled fowards.

"Oh, shoot." Bernon caught her shoulder. "Are you all right?"

She nodded faintly, “I used… to much..” She trained to steady herself with no luck.

Bernon slung her arm over his shoulder. "Let's get you inside. Do you just need to rest, or is there anything else I can do?"

“Water.” She rasped, she was barely standing at this point.

"Coming right up." Bernon half-carried her inside and set her down in the chair by the fire. "You just sit and rest for a minute. I'll find you something to drink."
(gotta go to bed now, sadly. seeya tomorrow!)

She nodded and rested her head on the back of the chair and closed her eyes, trying to gulp down as much air as possible, “Remind me to never go into construction.” Her voice was gravely as she spoke.
(Okie, see ya sooooon!)

Bernon laughed slightly, pouring her a cup of water and bringing it over. "Does this happen very often when you use your powers? It never occurred to me that it might be tiring."

“Sometimes,” Tanrial said she she took a gulp of the water, “Only in larger bursts. It doesn’t take too long to recover but after today it might take an hour so so.”

"I see." Bernon set down his pack and started taking stuff out of it. "Why don't you relax for the evening? I can make us some food if you don't mind me using your fire."

“If you don’t mind.” Tanrial said, mustering the strength to sit up straighter.

"Sweet! Do you like pie? I think I have everything to make Shepherd's pie, now that I got some flour from the market."

“Go ahead, I’m not fussy.” She straightened her arm to reach a small bock of wood and her dagger and started a small carving to keep herself busy.

Bernon began laying out vegetables and herbs, cleaning his knife before starting to chop them. "So, Tanrial, do you get visitors like this very often?"

Tanrial glanced up for a second, “Not often, no.”

"And…you don't get lonely?" He started to mix together the dough. "Sorry, that's kind of cliche. I mean, I don't get lonely much myself, and I'm alone almost all the time."

“Sometimes, I do have… visitors, but they barely visit anymore. I’ve gotton used to being alone.”

"Huh." He rolled out two small crusts and fitted them into the tin ramekins he'd bought that afternoon. "Seems like nowadays almost everyone's either alone or tied with some tight-knit group. I kinda miss the big cities–so many people to make friends with–but I guess they'll probably never come back. Uh, do you have any kind of cheese, by the way?"

She didn’t look up as she said, “Um, bottom left cupboard I think.”