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Soren · Journeyman Joined: 03 Sep 2009 Posts: 102

Different shades of blue spread themselves across the lawns of Luna. The marriage of the furry person and her chosen one had gone off without a hitch. From just over halfway back, Soren had sat in the crowd flanked by two of the handsomest men in Sosaria. On her right sat Arahim, he was honest, trustworthy, strong and sweet. And on her left sat Adrian. He was all of those things and so much more to Soren. In the days since she first met him across a table in Umbra, with Her Grace Lady Lenoir beside her, she had come to see him as the world wrapped up in one perfect package. If ever there was a definition of Home for Soren, Adrian was it.

Every little girl dreams about the day when a man pledges his heart and his home to her. Watching the furry person get her dream only reinforced the fact that Soren had never had a chance to wish for that. Not until now. Growing up under Bryelle’s rule meant no interaction, unless it was to pay for something, with boys or men. In Bryelle’s opinion the male species had a limited amount of uses, none of them good and none of them for Soren.

Her first and only night in the cabin at the camps in Minoc, cuddled in Adrian’s robe, made her wonder about Bryelle’s opinions. Obviously she had been wrong about a lot of things, maybe she was wrong about men too. Adrian was male. Adrian was smart, funny, smelled good and always managed to leave Soren wispy eyed and wondering where her knees were. He had gone out of his way to treat her good. Maybe just maybe, someday there would be the kind of ending the furry person had for Soren.

Adrian Bishop · Adventurer Joined: 08 Oct 2009 Posts: 95

The Minoc camp was awash with torchlight within the barricade. Adrian looked from one face to the next among those who stood ready to defend Minoc from a murderer. The group was an unlikely assortment, but something in his chest swelled gratefully for each who was willing to lay down his life to protect Adrian and his kin.

Among those who stood at the ready, he heard a softer voice. His brow furrowed as he peered through the others, seeking the source. In the midst of the guard sat an unlikely warrior. If the situation wasn’t so grave, he’d have laughed. The auburn-haired girl sat astride Stormy. The great blue beetle had almost a smug, self-satisfied look on her face, if that was possible, as she stood side by side with chargers and steeds. For the first time since he met her, Soren was wearing armour. Something deep inside him stirred, giving rise to fear. She shouldn’t have to wear armour. She wasn’t a warrior. She shouldn’t be here.

As the night drew on, it became increasingly clear that the vampire was not coming. The numbers thinned as the guard dispersed into the night, trickling out of the barricade and going on to other business. When defenses had thinned to only a few remaining guards, Adrian approached Soren, determined to get her to a safer place.

With little persuasion, she agreed, and Adrian flipped through his runebook. “Home?”

Soren smiled and nodded. “Home…My Adrian.” She winked, and with that she spoke the words that carried her to the new camp.

Adrian was left staring, jaw slightly agape, at the spot where she had stood. His runebook slid from his hand and landed with a soft plunk in the snow.

Soren · Journeyman Joined: 03 Sep 2009 Posts: 102

Soren took the armor and put it to the side in her backpack. It was uncomfortable, it was new and it was all wrong for a blacksmith. She would wear it anyway, when she had to. "Maybe it's time to learn how to use a weapon," she thought. No matter what she would defend her new home. She would help to defend Arahim, Xana, Merrique, Gustav and above all else, Adrian.

A wispy smile settled over Soren at the thought of Adrian. Once back home that night they had talked and talked. Soren loved the sound of that man's voice. He had made mention of another.. so long ago. She wouldn't push, though she really wanted to ask about her. Not to remind him of pain but because she wanted to know all there was to know about him. He would tell her in his own time. And Soren would wait.

She would wait forever for him and had said exactly that side by side on the log at his camp. Turns out forever wouldn't be needed. Her arm wrapping in his on that log, Adrian made it very clear that Soren, complete with her armor, beetle and bouncing, was his.