Post by Jasmin Nyström on Jul 3, 2014 15:52:03 GMT -6
HUSH, I'M NOT GOING TO HURT YOU
Blaikfurd....
Last time she had been here, Jasmin had been more cheery, she had been a bit more cheery and definatively had been a completely different person. She had not hid who she was, she wasn't wandering the village in the dark, she had not done any of that.
She had been running around, singing, performing and talking to someone she had quickly considered a friend. Of course she also had made some money.... Sigh... why was she here again? Oh right... to see if she could at least get her things back from Ivan... of course if he had sold them she couldn't blame him. Jasmin had disappeared without a damn word after all...
Problem was that she hadn't disappeared, she had been kidnapped by this shifty group looking for her brothers. Needless to say, right now she didn't care if their sorry asses were alive or not, she wanted nothing to do with the Nystrom name anymore, and with good reason.
Crossing the streets after close to sunset, her form fully hidden under a cloak and hood and for once she wasn't in her fox form, having ditched the illusions to be sure of getting those bastards off her back, the girl finally came to a stop as her eyes traveled around. Stopping by the Inn, she would look around before slowly pushing the door open and reached for the counter, getting greeted nicely by a young girl working there.
With a simple smile and a nod, the young girl would reach a hand out with a note "I heard a Ivan Sahale is in town... a friend asked this to be delivered to him if you would be so kind" she'd ask, with a soft courteous tone before looking around. Her green eyes would catch the sight of the gargantuan male she had met once starting to come down the stars and would return her gaze to the girl, giving her a bow and quickly exiting the Inn.
She just hoped the note would be read as she would start to walk down the streets, trying to leave town. The note was simple, only reading three things in the paper 'I'm Sorry. Jasmin' and nothing else. She knew this would be enough to catch his attention, hoping that the young bartender would tell Ivan who had given her the note.
Of course right now the girl was bidding her time walking down the streets, partially since she still had some injuries on her form, nobody could expect to be captured and not get bruised in the process. Her luck was that she had gotten away before something else had happened to her in the long run.
Last time she had been here, Jasmin had been more cheery, she had been a bit more cheery and definatively had been a completely different person. She had not hid who she was, she wasn't wandering the village in the dark, she had not done any of that.
She had been running around, singing, performing and talking to someone she had quickly considered a friend. Of course she also had made some money.... Sigh... why was she here again? Oh right... to see if she could at least get her things back from Ivan... of course if he had sold them she couldn't blame him. Jasmin had disappeared without a damn word after all...
Problem was that she hadn't disappeared, she had been kidnapped by this shifty group looking for her brothers. Needless to say, right now she didn't care if their sorry asses were alive or not, she wanted nothing to do with the Nystrom name anymore, and with good reason.
Crossing the streets after close to sunset, her form fully hidden under a cloak and hood and for once she wasn't in her fox form, having ditched the illusions to be sure of getting those bastards off her back, the girl finally came to a stop as her eyes traveled around. Stopping by the Inn, she would look around before slowly pushing the door open and reached for the counter, getting greeted nicely by a young girl working there.
With a simple smile and a nod, the young girl would reach a hand out with a note "I heard a Ivan Sahale is in town... a friend asked this to be delivered to him if you would be so kind" she'd ask, with a soft courteous tone before looking around. Her green eyes would catch the sight of the gargantuan male she had met once starting to come down the stars and would return her gaze to the girl, giving her a bow and quickly exiting the Inn.
She just hoped the note would be read as she would start to walk down the streets, trying to leave town. The note was simple, only reading three things in the paper 'I'm Sorry. Jasmin' and nothing else. She knew this would be enough to catch his attention, hoping that the young bartender would tell Ivan who had given her the note.
Of course right now the girl was bidding her time walking down the streets, partially since she still had some injuries on her form, nobody could expect to be captured and not get bruised in the process. Her luck was that she had gotten away before something else had happened to her in the long run.
