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Elizabeth glances over at her sword, which she left laying by the fire, a sad look in her eyes. "It was my father's." She says quietly, moving away from Flint a little to sit down next to him. "The king told me he was killed in battle, up in your lands. The guards were under such heavy attack they couldn't get his body. The only thing they were able to grab was his sword." She says, biting her bottom lip as she brings her legs up to her chest, loosely wrapping her arms around them, remembering the day she received the news. It was actually the day she graduated from the academy. What was supposed to be a happy, glorious day; for her, was one of the worst days of her life. She swallows hard, glancing back over at Flint, "Now, what is this thing?" She asks, reaching over and picking up the skin a little, a slightly disgusted look on her face, trying to forget about the painful memories that come flooding back every time she talks about her father.
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Elizabeth looks at Flint rather surprised, "Really? You made this for me?" She asks, letting the pitchfork comment slide with a just a slight scowl. She carefully gets to her feet and holds the shirt out at arm's length, looking it over. She hesitates just a moment before slipping it on. It actually fit surprisingly well, hugging her curves in all the right places, almost like a second skin. She looks down at her body, blushing slightly. She always tried to wear baggy, loose fitting clothes while working in town, not wanting to have people staring while she's trying to work. In a job that's mainly full of males, she always did her best to blend in, only wanting to stand out when it came to her skill, not her body. She glances over at Flint, giving him a small smile. "Thank you, it's very nice." She says.
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The night continued in the same way most nights had between the two, Elizabeth furiously polishing away at her sword as Flint methodically carved away at the same piece of wood he’d been working on sense the beginning of their journey. Every now and then Flint would notice her inspecting the newly fashioned armor she now wore. As the night wore on Flint set his carving aside, picking up a slender stick he began poking at the flames of their campfire-stirring the coals in an attempt to keep the warm glowing creation burning. “Tell me, Elizabeth.” He stared at her from across the fire, the flames twinkling in his deep hazel eyes giving his gaze an extremely serious tone. “Have you ever heard of the stories of the Mystic of the Mountains?” He was sure she had, every child of both the North and South had been told the tales growing up, tales such as 'if you don’t listen to your parents, the mystic of the mountains will snatch you away in your sleep.'. Many believed the tales were that of folk lore, of a mage to powerful to actually exist.
Elizabeth smiled at Flint, still grateful for the armor, surprised that he had even thought about her in first place, but she doesn't say anything else about it. She moved back over to her sword and continued to shine it like she did every night, letting the heat from the fire warm her and finish drying her hair. Elizabeth stayed like that for a while, not talking much until Flint asked about the Mystic of the Mountians. She'd heard stories about the woman, everyone had, but she'd never met anyone who had actually seen the woman. "I've heard of her," She says with a nod of her head, glancing over at Flint. "Why do you ask?" She asks.
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Elizabeth nods her head slowly at Flint's words, "So that's where we're headed right?" She asks, though she's sure of the answer. She's not really sure what to think about the Mystic of the Mountain, having heard many different stories about the woman, but not from anyone who'd actually met her. "What's she like?" She asks curiously, wanting to know what to expect when they meet her. She always likes to be as prepared as possible for any mission she goes on.
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Sometimes you cant really tell just what her words mean. As long as your traveling with me though you shouldn’t really have to much to fear. Over the two years I’ve known her we’ve developed a sort of ….relationship?” As Flint finished he finally tossed the stick he’d been using throughout the conversation into the dying fire pit, the flames responding to the new piece of wood with a loud pop. “Before we venture into her lair” He said the word lair as if it was a thing from nightmares.. “We'll stop by my home to stock up on supply, its no more then a mere day and a half travel from here.” He said as he looked at the now visible mountains looming in the distance, only to return his gaze to their ever depleting pile of rations.
Elizabeth stays quiet, listening to Flint as he talks. A small frown subconsciously forming on her lips at the word 'relationship', though she quickly wipes it away as soon as she realizes it. She slowly nods her head at his words, "Sounds like a good plan to me." She says, turning her attention back to her sword. "How did you meet her? The Mystic of the Mountains." She clarifies though she's sure she doesn't have to. "I feel like you know more about my past than I do about yours." She says, glancing at him out of the corner of her eye.
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Elizabeth watches as Flint starts to whittle at his piece of wood again. She can tell that he's rather nervous because of her question. Not wanting to pressure Flint about his past she decides to settle for how he met the Mystic. "How'd you meet the damned witch?" She asks, copying his words with a small laugh, hoping to ease his nerves a little. She runs a hand through her hair, which has finally dried, before starting to polish her sword once more. Not wanting to stare at Flint while he talks, not wanting to make him uncomfortable again.
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Elizabeth had tried not to stare at Flint as he talked, but half way through his story, she couldn't help it. Her attention was focused solely on Flint. When he finishes talking she frowns slightly, knowing there has to be more to the story. "Well what happened?" She presses, extremely curious, her mind swirling with lots of possibilities, trying to figure out what could have possibly happened in the Mystic's ti-pi, to prove to Flint who she was.
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Elizabeth's eyes widen at Flint's words. "Wow, really?" She says, wondering what all the Mystic of the Mountains had told him. If she told him about this, now, or about how he's going to die. When she thinks about her orders to kill him she feels something she's never felt before, at least not about the king's orders, doubt. She quickly pushes those feelings away. "What all did she tell you?" She asks curiously, almost too much so. "I mean, did she tell when you were going to get married or to who? And how many kids?" She asks jokingly, trying to cover up her little slip up, not wanting him to get suspicious that.
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Elizabeth frowns at Flint's words, watching s he lays down with his back to her. She sighs quietly, turning her attention back to the sword in her hands. She can't help but wonder what the Mystic of the Mountains told him, that would make him act like this. After a few moments of the awkward silence, Elizabeth gets up and moves over to her sleeping bag, laying down as well. She lays facing the fire, watching flames until she slowly starts to drift off to sleep, her sword and small dagger both within arms reach like they always are when she sleeps.
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It seemed as if Flint was even more vigilant upon entering the mountains, keeping both tomahawks in has hands as they journeyed onward. Over the years he'd lived here he had learned one thing: you were never truly safe in the mountains. The sun was disappearing over the rocky peaks above them as they finally reached Flints cabin, Flint had been forced to push them extremely hard in the last hour or so of their travel as he explained to Elizabeth that 'they had to reach his home before night' he didn’t exactly explain why but the mere tone of his voice spoke volumes-you obviously didn’t want to be outside at night.
His cabin wasn’t much but it appeared rather cozy looking, obviously handmade from wood and mud the tiny home was tucked away among a slightly thick patch of large fern trees. Outside of the friendly looking cabin sat a tree stump with a large ax planted firmly in the middle, obviously Flint spent time cutting wood there.
As Flint neared his home a loud “Mreowoof!” sounded in the air, causing Flint to quickly turn to his right closely examining the right side of his cabin. However before Flint had enough time to fully explain what the noise was a medium sized creature had rounded the corner and pounced on him, the dirty brown furry looking animal licking furiously at Flints face. The thing appeared to be some strange cat-dog hybrid, the bulky beast had powerful canine like legs and and obvious dog tail and yet its pointed ears face and whiskers said it didn’t quiet belong to either family. Iether way the creature appeared to know Flint, and rather well at that, Flint now smiling for the first time sense their awkward talk as he tried to lift the excited beast off of him “Calm down boy, I told you id be back!”
Elizabeth is pretty worn out by the time they reach Flint's cabin though she doesn't let it show. She's been trained well, and it takes quite a lot to tire her out, but they had covered a large distance in a short amount of time. By the time they get to Flint's cabin, Elizabeth really just wants to go to sleep. She glances around, taking in her surroundings. She's looking at the stump with the ax protruding from it when she hears the strange noise coming from the side of Flint's cabin. She glances over just in time to see the strange creature tackle Flint to the ground. Instinctively her hand goes to her sword, until Flint speaks to the beast as if he knows it. She relaxes a little and runs a hand through her hair as she studies the beast. Now that she's sure Flint isn't in any danger, she's rather curious as to what the creature she debates a few moments, whether she should ask or not, but finally she speaks up. "What is that thing?" She asks, studying it closely, not sure if she's ever heard of this kind of creature before, not knowing much about the mountains since's she was trained as a castle guard.
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Finally letting Flint get back to his feat the beast appeared more interested in Elizabeth now, bounding over to her with its tongue flopping out as it panted rapidly it began to sniff at her furiously, finally stopping and looking up at her with its big saucer shaped eyes. The big fury animal then proceeded to nuzzle against her leg, a loud purring coming from its throat as it did so.
“I honestly don’t know.”Flint began as he amusedly watched his pet running its head over Elizabeth’s legs as it purred. “I just happened to come across the annoying thing one unfortunate day as a baby.” He called it annoying even though it was obvious he cared about it. “Only to see it grow into....”He paused looking for the right word, but only came up with “That.”.
Turning his attention back to his home as he dusted himself off before starting towards the sturdy looking door of his home, opening the thing with a loud 'creak'. As he entered the cozy cabin he was greeted with the familiar sight of his home, which consisted of little more then a decent sized fire place, a lumpy bed, an unstable looking table with two chairs, and a large table against the right side of the cabin that, judging by the blood stains, was where Flint skinned and prepped most of his hunted game. Various and exotic animal hides also sat all over the place, from the blanket on his bed to a large carpet before his fire place, there was even a large close line like contraption that had more furs hanging from it then Flint could count-he apparently spent most of his time hunting.
Elizabeth looks down at the creature as it comes over to her. She steps back a little, uncertain of this creature in front of her, but when it rubs it's head against her leg and purs, she can't help but to reach out and pet the thing. She pets it, listening to Flint as he talks, watching as he heads into the house, following closely behind him. She glances around at Flint's home, "So, you built this place all on your own?" She asks curiously as she slowly walks deeper into the house, looking around. "It's pretty cool." She says, gently places her hand on the wall, feeling the wood. She walks over and sits down on one of the chairs by the table, relaxing a little.
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Elizabeth reaches into the bowl and grabs a piece of jerky, taking a bite as she watches Flint put the think beam across the door. She glances down at Catdo as the creature looks up at her, drooling with his eyes locked on the jerky. She laughs quietly, tearing off a piece and giving it to Catdo. "There you go." She says, a small smile on her lips as she pets the animal behind the ear. She glances over at Flint as he speaks up again. She glances around his house once more. "Well, it seems to do it's job. It's nice, in rugged sort of way." She says with a small shrugs of her shoulders, giving another piece of jerky to Catdo.
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Elizabeth laughs quietly at Flint's words about him being like the house. "Yeah, I guess so." She says, finishing up another piece of jerky. She glances over at the bed, feeling kind of bad about kicking him out of his own bed. "Are you sure? I mean, it is your place." She says, a little uncertainly. After sleeping on the ground so long, sleeping in a bed would be nice, but she doesn't want to put Flint out. 'Why do I care?' She thinks, not really sure why feels so weird about taking Flint's bed from him.