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~I don't want you in any possible danger, Angelo. Stay inside.~ That worried tone had returned to Shadow's voice. He had lost Rosethorn to humans because of his carelessness. He wouldn't lose Angelo, as well. Patiently, he waited for the Cartwright.
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~are you going to come back into the house to get more stuff? I can hear you at the door.~ Angelo sighed he wanted so bad to move but right now the pain was just enough that he knew he would be doing damage to himself if he did move. ~please move me so I can see what is going on. I am getting bored in here.~
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Shadow stepped back in after a moment, still waiting for the Cartwright, and then leaned over Angelo to kiss him, gently. ~I understand you're bored. But you need to stay put. Please. If I don't absolutely have to move you, then you're going to stay put in here. It will be detrimental to your health if I keep moving you.~
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~is there any way that I can see what your seeing?~ Angelo wanted to reach up and touch Shadow but he knew it would be stupid to do. it was to dangers for him, at this time.
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~Peek into my mind and access my eyes,~ Shadow replied, easily. ~I'm going to go back out and wait for the man who wants to give away the wagon...~ He kissed Angelo's cheek and then walked back outside after fetching a few more books.
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Opening his mind Angelo watched as Shadow walked out and saw the wagon coming up the road. It was a nice size wagon, larger than most of the ones in Angelo’s family group before their death. ~that is a good one, the pain is a bit to dull to blend in with the other families but we can fix that in the next city. How much is he taking from us?~
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~I believe he said he will trade the wagon for our home, once we have our things emptied,~ Shadow replied, as he set the second pile of books on top of the first.
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The man pulled the wagon up to the door a few of the people mulling around turned around and started heading back to the town. “well here she is, don’t think she will fit all your stuff but some of it will go. mind if I take a look around my new place?”
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"It will fit--I assure you," Shadow replied. He paused. "You may, but only if you promise me you will not try to burn it down, or destroy anything. If anyone does, my deal is off, and I will refuse to leave, in turn causing more problems. I believe that is agreeable? I will warn you...I have to lay my servant to rest, still, since I did not have time to before you requested I leave...he is in one of the bedrooms, but is covered by a sheet. Please do not disturb his eternal rest."
~Angelo, do me a favor. Lift the sheets up over yourself using your magic--I know it is not strong, but lifting a sheet should not be hard work for you. I am going to let him in the house...but I will first put a barrier up around everything to make sure he cannot burn anything or destroy it, but he can still lightly touch it. Keep a mental eye on him for me. Act like you are a corpse...no breathing. You should be able to stay alive...~ |
Mentally pulling the sheet up over his face Angelo let out the breath in his lungs. ~you know this feels very weird, I feel like I should be taking in a new breath soon but just at the point my body usually would want the air it is not taking the breath.~ Angelo sounded interested not scared.
The Cartwright walked around the house slowly looking at each item. When he found some of the plants in the atrium he smiled and picked a leaf to sniff it. As he went further into the house he seemed to be more pleased. Each room brought something new for him to look at and admire, all this would be his but for the personal items. Finding Angelo he frowned. “now why would he set you here?” carefully he pulled back the sheet and looked carefully at Angelo. ~ummmmm his staring at me is becoming worrisome.~ Angelo now wanted to blink but he knew he could not or he would scare the Cartwright. Then to Angelo’s surprise the Cartwright said a few words in Angelo’s native tongue. They were a pray to the protector of the dead to take him to his dew rest. ~I had never known that he was of the family.~ |
~Depending on the particular strain of our breed, we can go without air for a while. My breed, Silverblood, can go without breathing for up to an hour and can, for the most part, breathe underwater. I am glad he seems to be friendly. Perhaps he used to travel in a caravan, but decided to settle down?~
After setting the books inside the wagon, Shadow popped back inside to fetch the last of his leisure books. |
~so your telling me that we can breath under water? how does that work and what made us able to do that?~ the cartwright frowned then shock his head. there was no way that he could have just seen what he thought he had seen.
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~Angelo, be careful. Do not move. Do not blink. I think he might have seen some movement. I am not sure why we can breathe underwater. Silverbloods can. Most other strains cannot.~
Shadow placed the last of his leisure books inside the wagon and then headed down into the cellar. He would fetch everything he could immediately place in the wagon first, and then he would work on converting his garden into something portable. |
~I was not going to move, it would give him a heart attack.~ Angelo watched the Cartwright move around the room before he walked back out. ~so what all can we do that others cannot do?~
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~A lot. I will explain later, since I have to move quickly, here.~ Shadow managed to get all of his spell books out in three loads--giant piles...two in each arm. He started on their clothing next.
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As Shadow lifted the first load of clothes a second pair of hands joined his and helped him carry the clothes out. “your servant was not from around here was he?” the Cartwright did not speak in Latin but in Angelo’s own tongue. “will you need the herb’s for the ceremony, or did you have them already?”
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"He is not." Shadow also spoke in Angelo's tongue. "I do have the herbs already. He recently saw his sister in town, being heavily abused by her owner...I took her from him, paid him what he wanted. She lasted another few hours. I helped him with her ceremony, so I know what to do." Shadow, with his help, managed to get the clothes in rather quickly. "Thank you for your help."
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“It would not be wise to carry his body in the wagon; it is bad luck to do that. Let me send for a wagon, you can have it without pay. It would be best for the base of his pyre when you have the time.” The Cartwright waved a young girl over to him. She came running; you could see the family resemblance in her face. “Go home and have momo help you bring back the old black wood wagon.” She nodded and ran off before anyone could stop her and ask what he had asked for. “Is there anything else you wish to take with you? Maybe the bowls and dishes?” he hoped that Shadow would leave them but did not want to feel that he had in a way stolen them by not reminding Shadow that they were there.
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"I do not need those, so they can stay." Shadow had several more in storage, and he would take those with him. He did not want to reveal what he and Angelo were unless he absolutely had to. He rarely had good experiences with humans who found out his species.
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the Cartwright smiled and the nodded. “my child should be here shortly and will have the cart for you. If you would like I can help you carry your servant’s body to the cart when she comes.” The Cartwright was very happy to see such nice things come his way for the price of the old wagon.
~so how are you going to move me? I don’t think they would be happy if they saw you using magic to move me like would be best.~ |
"What do you plan to do with him, simply move him?" Shadow asked, seeming content. "I think I can carry him myself, for the most part, but I may need help with his legs if you'd like to help."
~I think I will just carry you, Angelo. I can't let him near your torso--since you will still have a slight heartbeat...unless I absolutely have to. I don't like revealing what I am to most humans.~ |
“I was thinking that we could move him by lifting the bed and moving him that way. My family will not using it at all. Sorry if it sounds like a superstition, it’s just traditions with my people.” The Cartwright smiled as he noticed his daughter coming up the road with the wagon and a ox. “You can have the beast as well. You’re leaving such nice stuff for my family and I.”
~his people… ask him if he has seen the dead walk in the trees shadows.~ something about the sound of Angelo’s voice would make Shadow take the risk. |
"That will work...and thank you." Shadow paused upon hearing Angelo's request. He purposely made his pause look like he was seeing or hearing something the Cartwright couldn't. He repeated Angelo's question, still making it look convincing.
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“I have seen the shadows that hid the dead.” The Cartwright answered a bit in surprise then he looked closer at Shadow, before making a sign to protect against evil sprites. “He is not dead is he?”
~he is of the family Black Rose. He may have contact still with them and can get us safe passage to them.~ Angelo wanted to stand up and talk to the Cartwright now but knew he could not, and it bugged him. |
"...In a way, he is dead. But no, he still has some vestige of life," Shadow replied, softly. "I did not want to say anything...for I am wary of humans finding out what I am." He sounded apologetic.
~That is good. If we have somewhere to go, that is quite good...~ |
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