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<blockquote data-quote="Nonlethal Force" data-source="post: 2856858" data-attributes="member: 35788"><p>Semeion rode as quickly as possible while holding the reigns of Abijou. The Provenience was slumped over in Abijou’s saddle, making progress much more slow. Once they were far enough away from the Drakontos village Semeion pulled Thana to a stop and guided Abijou beside him. Thana snorted in defiance of having the horses so close together, but thankfully she did not try and kick.</p><p></p><p>Semeion slipped his waterskin out of Thana’s saddlebags and quickly removed the stopper. He poured a touch of water into the palm of his hand to wet his skin. Softly he reached over to the head of the Provenience and pushed back her bangs. As she slumped over in the seat, Semeion couldn’t help but to be captivated by her beauty now that she was not angry and resisting her rescue. Her stubbornly firm chin had softened in her weakened condition. As Semeion pulled back her straight long black hair, he exposed the Provenience’s eyes. They were a color unlike he’d ever seen before. Her irises were a soft shade of gray with a hint of fiery red around the outside edge. He looked into the Provenience’s eyes for only a few seconds before he remembered that the Provenience was desperately in need of the water in his hand.</p><p></p><p>Rather than giving her the water to drink, Semeion reached for the Provenience’s exposed forehead. Her skin felt hot to Semeion’s touch, but her face softened further as the cool dampness of Semeion’s hand found the Provenience’s skin. Semeion held his hand to her head until he could feel the heat of her skin return. He added a slight amount of moisture to his hand again and this time lightly touched her right cheek. </p><p></p><p>Slowly the eyes of the Provenience began to dilate and focus upon Semeion. Her voice cracked from being dry and tired as she tried to speak. <span style="color: Red">“Thank you,”</span> the Provenience spoke softly in her native tongue. <span style="color: Red">“The coolness of your hand feels good upon my skin.”</span></p><p></p><p>Semeion smiled and looked back to the waterskin. He held it out for the Provenience to take in her hands as he replied in the same tongue, <span style="color: Plum">“Take a small drink if you are able. Don’t drink too much at the beginning. You haven’t had water for some time and have been in the heat of the day.”</span></p><p></p><p>The Provenience closed her eyes as if to signify that she understood and she slowly returned them to an open state. She reached out her hand, but her fingers trembled at the motion. Semeion allowed her to grip the waterskin but kept his hand slightly below her own. Together they slowly raised the water skin up to her lips so she could take a small drink. Water trickled onto her lips and some began to flow across her tongue. Semeion noticed as she opened her mouth to drink that fortunately her tongue had not yet begun to swell from the dehydration.</p><p></p><p>As she drank slowly, her parched lips were unable to keep all of the water in her mouth. A small trickle appeared out of the right corner of her mouth and ran down to beside her chin. The water dripped from her chin onto her arm. </p><p></p><p>As Semeion noticed the water, he gently tilted the waterskin so that the water stopped flowing. <span style="color: Plum">“That’s enough for the moment, Provenience. Keep that trickle down for a minute and you can have another drink.”</span></p><p></p><p>The woman nodded, and released the waterskin from her grip. Her arms quickly fell to her side as she relaxed her muscles. It was clear from Semeion’s perspective that she did not intend to let them fall as fast as they did.</p><p></p><p>She spoke softly, <span style="color: Red">“You have saved me life…”</span></p><p></p><p>Semeion smiled at the note of appreciation. <span style="color: Plum">“I did indeed,”</span> Semeion replied assuredly. <span style="color: Plum">“From more than death from lack of water. Why would your father dragon leave you out so long in the sun before claiming you?”</span></p><p></p><p>The Provenience closed her eyes as she collected a response together in her mind. After a few seconds, she spoke. <span style="color: Red">“It is a test that every Provenience in our village must go through.”</span> The words still came softly and through her cracked voice as she tried to explain. <span style="color: Red">“In order to be worthy to mate with the dragon father the Provenience must demonstrate she is willing to die from the heat of the day. I was doing that very thing before you took me from my task.”</span></p><p></p><p>Semeion was glad that the Provenience was still under the effects of Rhema’s power. He was sure this conversation wouldn’t be going nearly so well without Rhema’s help. As Semeion listened to the Provenience speak he watched as she closed her eyes to gather her strength. The tips of her fingers glowed with a pale red as though she held her skin up to a bright light source. She held her hand over her eyes and Semeion watched in amazement as her burned skin improved immensely. Her skin and her lips returned to its normal color – the effects of the sun completely vanished. </p><p></p><p>She blinked her eyes several times and turned back to Semeion and continued to speak in a voice that seemed to have returned to normal. <span style="color: Red">“I was chosen by my people because of that gift.”</span></p><p></p><p>Semeion’s jaw was slightly agape as he watched the Provenience’s action. <span style="color: Plum">“Did you just heal yourself?”</span> Semeion asked in amazement.</p><p></p><p>The Provenience smiled at Semeion’s question. <span style="color: Red">“Of course I did. That is one of my gifts. That is why the people selected me to become one with the father dragon.”</span></p><p></p><p>Semeion continued to look at the Provenience as though he did not understand.</p><p></p><p>She continued, <span style="color: Red">“The gift of healing is rare among my people. It does not often happen as a result of the breeding with our father dragon. Yet it is a gift that is very valuable on account of our father dragon’s wrath – as well as the wrath of his personal servants like Druff. I have healed many of my people when they should have died from their beatings. Of course, the healing was all done in secret. This is so that few know I have this gift.”</span></p><p></p><p>Semeion finished her thought for her as he handed the waterskin to the Provenience. <span style="color: Plum">“So by breeding you they hoped to make more with your gift?”</span></p><p></p><p>The Provenience nodded as Semeion spoke. The waterskin was to her lips and she was enjoying one last drink. When she was done she concluded, <span style="color: Red">“The water is refreshing. My healing powers can only do so much. But nothing quenches thirst like good water.”</span></p><p></p><p>Semeion returned the Provenience’s gaze. <span style="color: Plum">“Drink as much as you would like, then.”</span></p><p></p><p>The Provenience handed the waterskin to Semeion and said, <span style="color: Red">“I have had enough. You will need some for your journey.”</span></p><p></p><p>Semeion smiled. <span style="color: Plum">“We, Provenience. We will need it for the journey.”</span></p><p></p><p>The Provenience raised an eyebrow at Semeion’s assertion. Her face wrinkled as though she disapproved but did not have the willpower to argue. <span style="color: Orange">“At the very least, call me Charis.”</span></p><p></p><p>Semeion smiled even more broadly. <span style="color: Plum">“Then I shall teach you your first word in another tongue – the tongue of the land I come from. Your name in my tongue is pronounced ‘Grace.’ It is a name with much meaning, much of the same meaning as in your language.”</span></p><p></p><p>Before Charis could respond, they heard horse footfalls riding rapidly towards them.</p><p></p><p>[Sblock=Color Free Speech Section]</p><p>Semeion rode as quickly as possible while holding the reigns of Abijou. The Provenience was slumped over in Abijou’s saddle, making progress much more slow. Once they were far enough away from the Drakontos village Semeion pulled Thana to a stop and guided Abijou beside him. Thana snorted in defiance of having the horses so close together, but thankfully she did not try and kick.</p><p></p><p>Semeion slipped his waterskin out of Thana’s saddlebags and quickly removed the stopper. He poured a touch of water into the palm of his hand to wet his skin. Softly he reached over to the head of the Provenience and pushed back her bangs. As she slumped over in the seat, Semeion couldn’t help but to be captivated by her beauty now that she was not angry and resisting her rescue. Her stubbornly firm chin had softened in her weakened condition. As Semeion pulled back her straight long black hair, he exposed the Provenience’s eyes. They were a color unlike he’d ever seen before. Her irises were a soft shade of gray with a hint of fiery red around the outside edge. He looked into the Provenience’s eyes for only a few seconds before he remembered that the Provenience was desperately in need of the water in his hand.</p><p></p><p>Rather than giving her the water to drink, Semeion reached for the Provenience’s exposed forehead. Her skin felt hot to Semeion’s touch, but her face softened further as the cool dampness of Semeion’s hand found the Provenience’s skin. Semeion held his hand to her head until he could feel the heat of her skin return. He added a slight amount of moisture to his hand again and this time lightly touched her right cheek. </p><p></p><p>Slowly the eyes of the Provenience began to dilate and focus upon Semeion. Her voice cracked from being dry and tired as she tried to speak. “Thank you,” the Provenience spoke softly in her native tongue. “The coolness of your hand feels good upon my skin.”</p><p></p><p>Semeion smiled and looked back to the waterskin. He held it out for the Provenience to take in her hands as he replied in the same tongue, “Take a small drink if you are able. Don’t drink too much at the beginning. You haven’t had water for some time and have been in the heat of the day.”</p><p></p><p>The Provenience closed her eyes as if to signify that she understood and she slowly returned them to an open state. She reached out her hand, but her fingers trembled at the motion. Semeion allowed her to grip the waterskin but kept his hand slightly below her own. Together they slowly raised the water skin up to her lips so she could take a small drink. Water trickled onto her lips and some began to flow across her tongue. Semeion noticed as she opened her mouth to drink that fortunately her tongue had not yet begun to swell from the dehydration.</p><p></p><p>As she drank slowly, her parched lips were unable to keep all of the water in her mouth. A small trickle appeared out of the right corner of her mouth and ran down to beside her chin. The water dripped from her chin onto her arm. </p><p></p><p>As Semeion noticed the water, he gently tilted the waterskin so that the water stopped flowing. “That’s enough for the moment, Provenience. Keep that trickle down for a minute and you can have another drink.”</p><p></p><p>The woman nodded, and released the waterskin from her grip. Her arms quickly fell to her side as she relaxed her muscles. It was clear from Semeion’s perspective that she did not intend to let them fall as fast as they did.</p><p></p><p>She spoke softly, “You have saved me life…”</p><p></p><p>Semeion smiled at the note of appreciation. “I did indeed,” Semeion replied assuredly. “From more than death from lack of water. Why would your father dragon leave you out so long in the sun before claiming you?”</p><p></p><p>The Provenience closed her eyes as she collected a response together in her mind. After a few seconds, she spoke. “It is a test that every Provenience in our village must go through.” The words still came softly and through her cracked voice as she tried to explain. “In order to be worthy to mate with the dragon father the Provenience must demonstrate she is willing to die from the heat of the day. I was doing that very thing before you took me from my task.”</p><p></p><p>Semeion was glad that the Provenience was still under the effects of Rhema’s power. He was sure this conversation wouldn’t be going nearly so well without Rhema’s help. As Semeion listened to the Provenience speak he watched as she closed her eyes to gather her strength. The tips of her fingers glowed with a pale red as though she held her skin up to a bright light source. She held her hand over her eyes and Semeion watched in amazement as her burned skin improved immensely. Her skin and her lips returned to its normal color – the effects of the sun completely vanished. </p><p></p><p>She blinked her eyes several times and turned back to Semeion and continued to speak in a voice that seemed to have returned to normal. “I was chosen by my people because of that gift.”</p><p></p><p>Semeion’s jaw was slightly agape as he watched the Provenience’s action. “Did you just heal yourself?” Semeion asked in amazement.</p><p></p><p>The Provenience smiled at Semeion’s question. “Of course I did. That is one of my gifts. That is why the people selected me to become one with the father dragon.”</p><p></p><p>Semeion continued to look at the Provenience as though he did not understand.</p><p></p><p>She continued, “The gift of healing is rare among my people. It does not often happen as a result of the breeding with our father dragon. Yet it is a gift that is very valuable on account of our father dragon’s wrath – as well as the wrath of his personal servants like Druff. I have healed many of my people when they should have died from their beatings. Of course, the healing was all done in secret. This is so that few know I have this gift.”</p><p></p><p>Semeion finished her thought for her as he handed the waterskin to the Provenience. “So by breeding you they hoped to make more with your gift?”</p><p></p><p>The Provenience nodded as Semeion spoke. The waterskin was to her lips and she was enjoying one last drink. When she was done she concluded, “The water is refreshing. My healing powers can only do so much. But nothing quenches thirst like good water.”</p><p></p><p>Semeion returned the Provenience’s gaze. “Drink as much as you would like, then.”</p><p></p><p>The Provenience handed the waterskin to Semeion and said, “I have had enough. You will need some for your journey.”</p><p></p><p>Semeion smiled. “We, Provenience. We will need it for the journey.”</p><p></p><p>The Provenience raised an eyebrow at Semeion’s assertion. Her face wrinkled as though she disapproved but did not have the willpower to argue. “At the very least, call me Charis.”</p><p></p><p>Semeion smiled even more broadly. “Then I shall teach you your first word in another tongue – the tongue of the land I come from. Your name in my tongue is pronounced ‘Grace.’ It is a name with much meaning, much of the same meaning as in your language.”</p><p></p><p>Before Charis could respond, they heard horse footfalls riding rapidly towards them.</p><p>[/Sblock]</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Nonlethal Force, post: 2856858, member: 35788"] Semeion rode as quickly as possible while holding the reigns of Abijou. The Provenience was slumped over in Abijou’s saddle, making progress much more slow. Once they were far enough away from the Drakontos village Semeion pulled Thana to a stop and guided Abijou beside him. Thana snorted in defiance of having the horses so close together, but thankfully she did not try and kick. Semeion slipped his waterskin out of Thana’s saddlebags and quickly removed the stopper. He poured a touch of water into the palm of his hand to wet his skin. Softly he reached over to the head of the Provenience and pushed back her bangs. As she slumped over in the seat, Semeion couldn’t help but to be captivated by her beauty now that she was not angry and resisting her rescue. Her stubbornly firm chin had softened in her weakened condition. As Semeion pulled back her straight long black hair, he exposed the Provenience’s eyes. They were a color unlike he’d ever seen before. Her irises were a soft shade of gray with a hint of fiery red around the outside edge. He looked into the Provenience’s eyes for only a few seconds before he remembered that the Provenience was desperately in need of the water in his hand. Rather than giving her the water to drink, Semeion reached for the Provenience’s exposed forehead. Her skin felt hot to Semeion’s touch, but her face softened further as the cool dampness of Semeion’s hand found the Provenience’s skin. Semeion held his hand to her head until he could feel the heat of her skin return. He added a slight amount of moisture to his hand again and this time lightly touched her right cheek. Slowly the eyes of the Provenience began to dilate and focus upon Semeion. Her voice cracked from being dry and tired as she tried to speak. [Color=Red]“Thank you,”[/Color] the Provenience spoke softly in her native tongue. [Color=Red]“The coolness of your hand feels good upon my skin.”[/Color] Semeion smiled and looked back to the waterskin. He held it out for the Provenience to take in her hands as he replied in the same tongue, [Color=Plum]“Take a small drink if you are able. Don’t drink too much at the beginning. You haven’t had water for some time and have been in the heat of the day.”[/Color] The Provenience closed her eyes as if to signify that she understood and she slowly returned them to an open state. She reached out her hand, but her fingers trembled at the motion. Semeion allowed her to grip the waterskin but kept his hand slightly below her own. Together they slowly raised the water skin up to her lips so she could take a small drink. Water trickled onto her lips and some began to flow across her tongue. Semeion noticed as she opened her mouth to drink that fortunately her tongue had not yet begun to swell from the dehydration. As she drank slowly, her parched lips were unable to keep all of the water in her mouth. A small trickle appeared out of the right corner of her mouth and ran down to beside her chin. The water dripped from her chin onto her arm. As Semeion noticed the water, he gently tilted the waterskin so that the water stopped flowing. [Color=Plum]“That’s enough for the moment, Provenience. Keep that trickle down for a minute and you can have another drink.”[/Color] The woman nodded, and released the waterskin from her grip. Her arms quickly fell to her side as she relaxed her muscles. It was clear from Semeion’s perspective that she did not intend to let them fall as fast as they did. She spoke softly, [Color=Red]“You have saved me life…”[/Color] Semeion smiled at the note of appreciation. [Color=Plum]“I did indeed,”[/Color] Semeion replied assuredly. [Color=Plum]“From more than death from lack of water. Why would your father dragon leave you out so long in the sun before claiming you?”[/Color] The Provenience closed her eyes as she collected a response together in her mind. After a few seconds, she spoke. [Color=Red]“It is a test that every Provenience in our village must go through.”[/Color] The words still came softly and through her cracked voice as she tried to explain. [Color=Red]“In order to be worthy to mate with the dragon father the Provenience must demonstrate she is willing to die from the heat of the day. I was doing that very thing before you took me from my task.”[/Color] Semeion was glad that the Provenience was still under the effects of Rhema’s power. He was sure this conversation wouldn’t be going nearly so well without Rhema’s help. As Semeion listened to the Provenience speak he watched as she closed her eyes to gather her strength. The tips of her fingers glowed with a pale red as though she held her skin up to a bright light source. She held her hand over her eyes and Semeion watched in amazement as her burned skin improved immensely. Her skin and her lips returned to its normal color – the effects of the sun completely vanished. She blinked her eyes several times and turned back to Semeion and continued to speak in a voice that seemed to have returned to normal. [Color=Red]“I was chosen by my people because of that gift.”[/Color] Semeion’s jaw was slightly agape as he watched the Provenience’s action. [Color=Plum]“Did you just heal yourself?”[/Color] Semeion asked in amazement. The Provenience smiled at Semeion’s question. [Color=Red]“Of course I did. That is one of my gifts. That is why the people selected me to become one with the father dragon.”[/Color] Semeion continued to look at the Provenience as though he did not understand. She continued, [Color=Red]“The gift of healing is rare among my people. It does not often happen as a result of the breeding with our father dragon. Yet it is a gift that is very valuable on account of our father dragon’s wrath – as well as the wrath of his personal servants like Druff. I have healed many of my people when they should have died from their beatings. Of course, the healing was all done in secret. This is so that few know I have this gift.”[/Color] Semeion finished her thought for her as he handed the waterskin to the Provenience. [Color=Plum]“So by breeding you they hoped to make more with your gift?”[/Color] The Provenience nodded as Semeion spoke. The waterskin was to her lips and she was enjoying one last drink. When she was done she concluded, [Color=Red]“The water is refreshing. My healing powers can only do so much. But nothing quenches thirst like good water.”[/Color] Semeion returned the Provenience’s gaze. [Color=Plum]“Drink as much as you would like, then.”[/Color] The Provenience handed the waterskin to Semeion and said, [Color=Red]“I have had enough. You will need some for your journey.”[/Color] Semeion smiled. [Color=Plum]“We, Provenience. We will need it for the journey.”[/Color] The Provenience raised an eyebrow at Semeion’s assertion. Her face wrinkled as though she disapproved but did not have the willpower to argue. [Color=Orange]“At the very least, call me Charis.”[/Color] Semeion smiled even more broadly. [Color=Plum]“Then I shall teach you your first word in another tongue – the tongue of the land I come from. Your name in my tongue is pronounced ‘Grace.’ It is a name with much meaning, much of the same meaning as in your language.”[/Color] Before Charis could respond, they heard horse footfalls riding rapidly towards them. [Sblock=Color Free Speech Section] Semeion rode as quickly as possible while holding the reigns of Abijou. The Provenience was slumped over in Abijou’s saddle, making progress much more slow. Once they were far enough away from the Drakontos village Semeion pulled Thana to a stop and guided Abijou beside him. Thana snorted in defiance of having the horses so close together, but thankfully she did not try and kick. Semeion slipped his waterskin out of Thana’s saddlebags and quickly removed the stopper. He poured a touch of water into the palm of his hand to wet his skin. Softly he reached over to the head of the Provenience and pushed back her bangs. As she slumped over in the seat, Semeion couldn’t help but to be captivated by her beauty now that she was not angry and resisting her rescue. Her stubbornly firm chin had softened in her weakened condition. As Semeion pulled back her straight long black hair, he exposed the Provenience’s eyes. They were a color unlike he’d ever seen before. Her irises were a soft shade of gray with a hint of fiery red around the outside edge. He looked into the Provenience’s eyes for only a few seconds before he remembered that the Provenience was desperately in need of the water in his hand. Rather than giving her the water to drink, Semeion reached for the Provenience’s exposed forehead. Her skin felt hot to Semeion’s touch, but her face softened further as the cool dampness of Semeion’s hand found the Provenience’s skin. Semeion held his hand to her head until he could feel the heat of her skin return. He added a slight amount of moisture to his hand again and this time lightly touched her right cheek. Slowly the eyes of the Provenience began to dilate and focus upon Semeion. Her voice cracked from being dry and tired as she tried to speak. “Thank you,” the Provenience spoke softly in her native tongue. “The coolness of your hand feels good upon my skin.” Semeion smiled and looked back to the waterskin. He held it out for the Provenience to take in her hands as he replied in the same tongue, “Take a small drink if you are able. Don’t drink too much at the beginning. You haven’t had water for some time and have been in the heat of the day.” The Provenience closed her eyes as if to signify that she understood and she slowly returned them to an open state. She reached out her hand, but her fingers trembled at the motion. Semeion allowed her to grip the waterskin but kept his hand slightly below her own. Together they slowly raised the water skin up to her lips so she could take a small drink. Water trickled onto her lips and some began to flow across her tongue. Semeion noticed as she opened her mouth to drink that fortunately her tongue had not yet begun to swell from the dehydration. As she drank slowly, her parched lips were unable to keep all of the water in her mouth. A small trickle appeared out of the right corner of her mouth and ran down to beside her chin. The water dripped from her chin onto her arm. As Semeion noticed the water, he gently tilted the waterskin so that the water stopped flowing. “That’s enough for the moment, Provenience. Keep that trickle down for a minute and you can have another drink.” The woman nodded, and released the waterskin from her grip. Her arms quickly fell to her side as she relaxed her muscles. It was clear from Semeion’s perspective that she did not intend to let them fall as fast as they did. She spoke softly, “You have saved me life…” Semeion smiled at the note of appreciation. “I did indeed,” Semeion replied assuredly. “From more than death from lack of water. Why would your father dragon leave you out so long in the sun before claiming you?” The Provenience closed her eyes as she collected a response together in her mind. After a few seconds, she spoke. “It is a test that every Provenience in our village must go through.” The words still came softly and through her cracked voice as she tried to explain. “In order to be worthy to mate with the dragon father the Provenience must demonstrate she is willing to die from the heat of the day. I was doing that very thing before you took me from my task.” Semeion was glad that the Provenience was still under the effects of Rhema’s power. He was sure this conversation wouldn’t be going nearly so well without Rhema’s help. As Semeion listened to the Provenience speak he watched as she closed her eyes to gather her strength. The tips of her fingers glowed with a pale red as though she held her skin up to a bright light source. She held her hand over her eyes and Semeion watched in amazement as her burned skin improved immensely. Her skin and her lips returned to its normal color – the effects of the sun completely vanished. She blinked her eyes several times and turned back to Semeion and continued to speak in a voice that seemed to have returned to normal. “I was chosen by my people because of that gift.” Semeion’s jaw was slightly agape as he watched the Provenience’s action. “Did you just heal yourself?” Semeion asked in amazement. The Provenience smiled at Semeion’s question. “Of course I did. That is one of my gifts. That is why the people selected me to become one with the father dragon.” Semeion continued to look at the Provenience as though he did not understand. She continued, “The gift of healing is rare among my people. It does not often happen as a result of the breeding with our father dragon. Yet it is a gift that is very valuable on account of our father dragon’s wrath – as well as the wrath of his personal servants like Druff. I have healed many of my people when they should have died from their beatings. Of course, the healing was all done in secret. This is so that few know I have this gift.” Semeion finished her thought for her as he handed the waterskin to the Provenience. “So by breeding you they hoped to make more with your gift?” The Provenience nodded as Semeion spoke. The waterskin was to her lips and she was enjoying one last drink. When she was done she concluded, “The water is refreshing. My healing powers can only do so much. But nothing quenches thirst like good water.” Semeion returned the Provenience’s gaze. “Drink as much as you would like, then.” The Provenience handed the waterskin to Semeion and said, “I have had enough. You will need some for your journey.” Semeion smiled. “We, Provenience. We will need it for the journey.” The Provenience raised an eyebrow at Semeion’s assertion. Her face wrinkled as though she disapproved but did not have the willpower to argue. “At the very least, call me Charis.” Semeion smiled even more broadly. “Then I shall teach you your first word in another tongue – the tongue of the land I come from. Your name in my tongue is pronounced ‘Grace.’ It is a name with much meaning, much of the same meaning as in your language.” Before Charis could respond, they heard horse footfalls riding rapidly towards them. [/Sblock] [/QUOTE]
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