Snippet #5417

Orin looked out of his gaurd uniform, it had been given to him because he wanted to be outside abd wait for his sister. As favour, he had asked for the little girl he had spotted earlyer. It had given him so much joy to see her squeal in joy, how she had shot out of bed, black hair bouncing. The doctors had frowned at this, telling her to slow down, be careful. She had only smiled, nodding her head. Aparently she hadn't spoken a word since the incident, both her parents couldn't be found, so she was all by herself. Now she wore a pretty red dress, that pulled on her honey toned skin. Her hand was gripping his own, with a tightness beleating hiden fear, bu her eyes were bright and playful. They had barely stepped out of the doors before an elf aproatched them. The girl named Aydan hid behind his long legs, never letting go of his pale green hand. He smiled down at her, before turning his vision back to the Summer elf.

"Good day Miss Stone." He swept into a deep bow "I'm sure you can come in, I can take you up to the medical wing." His pale green skin flashed into the sunlight, from nbenaeth the heavy hood. He shook his head at himself, they didn't want him going out, only to be mobbed by people due to being one of the rare Spring born. The had pushed the heavy garment onto him, almost weighing as much as his slender form. He smiled at the woman, green eyes glittering in the bright sun. Looking around he noticed that more and more people seemed to be ariving, they must have been among some of the first. Mostly it was Summer folk, the peasnts taking up arms for the king. He wondered breifly what had come to their lands to make such a big fuss, no gathering of this size had been made since the war between Summer and Winter had finished. He turned, giving the small girl a short sqeeze and strode into the halls. The dark tall rooms were filled with all manour of people, they all seemed to be in a rush. At least here he could not feel the oppresive heat of summer, he was so unsued to such things. Along the long corridor hung paintings of Royalty, some in the stark contrast of sunlit beams.

"Have you ever been to war?" He asked, turning to look at his new companion. They moved through the many hallswith fluidity, this had been built for ease he decidied. I wonder if she has an idea what shes in for? He slid back his hood, not wanting to seem diseptive. A few people paused mid step, but otherwise no reaction was given. He was looking forward to meeting his felow Spring Kinsmen, aparently their were two here, one was a guest, the other worked in the gardens.

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When the final tastes of Winter had sunk into her, she took a breath. Where has everyone gone? She shook her head, still mounted up on Sherridan. The huge cat pawed the ground restlessly, born for war by her people, she hated to be still. At least they were in the right place, war was coming and all she could hope for was luck; that her steed was enough of Spring, to have a little Foreshadow. She supposed she should help out her Kinsman, so she shifted Sherri forward at a slow lope. The stride was a dream to travel at, never getting out of breath and always at a good clip. When they came closer to Kira, she squeezed her thighs together, signalling her to slow down.

"Do you want to join me?" She gestured up beside her, smoothing a patch of Sherri's fur. The pale green iridescent in the summer light, she watched him.