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As soon as they return to the universe they've been frequenting, Arashi takes to the air to check some details against the maps he'd been looking over during lunch. Waltzes, like Mages, have poor visual acuity when it comes to documents, but can focus easier on moving things - like terrain below when flying.

The others, on the wagon-rutted road just outside of Sarwin, wait for a moment and adjust their belongings.

Date: 2009-03-30 11:21 pm (UTC)
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Silver is wearing her belongings. She stands and wriggles her little bare toes, absently rubbing one eye as she sniffs the air.

Date: 2009-03-31 11:25 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mist-caller.livejournal.com
Rydia's occupied a short ways away with a minor summoning spell. The robed creature that appears hands her something, and she hugs them before they vanish again. Then she'll return to the group and offer a pair of child-sized boots to Silver.

Arashi, meanwhile, is landing. "I've found the mountain trail the dwarf mentioned."

"How much are we getting paid for this, again?" asks Blaze.

Date: 2009-03-31 07:12 pm (UTC)
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Silver looks at the boots, then tips her head back to look at Rydia quizzically.

Date: 2009-04-04 10:37 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mist-caller.livejournal.com
"These were mine when I was about your size. They should fit you, in case we have to do a lot of hiking."

((I coulda swore I'd replied to this >.< ))

Date: 2009-04-04 11:10 pm (UTC)
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The disguised dragonling quickly studies Rydia and the others, her expression clearing with understanding. "Ohhh. Foot clothes. Thank you."

Date: 2009-04-04 11:53 pm (UTC)
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"Yes. They're called boots. Would you like me to help you put them on?"

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Date: 2009-04-06 01:23 am (UTC)
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Her strong little fingers close around his as those bright blue eyes go to the other young Waltzes. "Maybe they're just chaotic?"

Then she squeaks as she catches the toe of her new boot on a stone and stumbles. Oh... this is going to take a little learning.

Date: 2009-04-07 05:44 pm (UTC)
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The catching earns Mistral a surprised look, and then a grin. Then Silver straightens up and is ready to go again, her attention focused carefully on her 'foot clothes' and how best to walk in them. That fine silver hair is standing up slightly now, and shining in the sun.

Date: 2009-04-08 07:00 pm (UTC)
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"Goblins eat anything. Well, not dragon eggs. The shells are too hard." Silver stoops quickly to pick up a pretty stone.

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Date: 2009-04-11 02:13 am (UTC)
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"Okay!" She gives Mistral a sunny grin, then turns those bright blue eyes toward the Dwarf.

Date: 2009-04-12 12:08 am (UTC)
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Silver studies Rurik closely, even wrinkling her nose in a sniff. Then she speaks in his own language, a formal, polite greeting about his beard never falling out.

This done, she hides behind Mistral.

Date: 2009-04-12 08:40 pm (UTC)
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And here is Silver doing the bow. "Silver Silvershell, at your service!"

Then she turns her head to look at the lantern.

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Date: 2009-04-18 11:08 pm (UTC)
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"They didn't hear it. They're too happy." Silver's looking at the rats with an expression of nose-wrinkled ewww.

Date: 2009-04-20 05:53 pm (UTC)
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Silver looks up at Blaze, then lets go Mistral's hand to walk around the rug and put both tiny hands on it as she listens to it talk.

"I can open it," she says, and vanishes.

Date: 2009-04-22 08:00 pm (UTC)
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Silver looks around, and then looks up before her face creases with concentration and her pretty stone appears in her hand. This is tossed toward the thing that the walls and door are telling her are hidden under the rug. She's not sure if her stone is big enough to make the thing move, and now she's very tired from the double teleport. But she really wants to protect her new friends.


((I hear gobs like cooking with poison mushrooms and such like.))

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Date: 2009-04-28 04:19 pm (UTC)
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Silver's moved a little, and now looks as though she's folded in half as she sits with her head on her own knee. She's sleeping deeply and soundly in the way of the very young and innocent, her small face peaceful.

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