((If any pilgrims or people there would like to post any of their wishes that they left at the stone that I missed please feel free too.))
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Ciel Wulfe: "Well, did you want to leave anything?"
Jonathan Grayve: " Nay, I hope I am not judged for keeping my feelings out of the aether...giver previous developments. "
Ciel Wulfe: "Of course not, love. Besides, methinks Menphina already knows."
Jonathan Grayve makes a straight face at Ciel Wulfe.
Ciel Wulfe: "What?"
Jonathan Grayve: "Dearest I know hat was meant to be cheerful, but was down right unsettling."
Ciel Wulfe: "How was it unsettling? I didn't mean for it to be."
Jonathan Grayve rests a kiss on her forehead. " No harm...just makes me wonder, are they -all- already aware. My revolt may very well be in vain...but roads have to be crossed first- and the lot."
Ciel Wulfe: "Alright then, I'll speak no more of my thoughts on the matter. So what are we to do now? Ser Vaughn is here if you wished to speak with him."
Jonathan Grayve: " I knew I felt quite the familiar vibe."
Ciel Wulfe nods to Jonathan Grayve.
Vaughn Antain hesitates again before walking up to the main stone.
Vaughn Antain decides to wait until the crowd dies down.
Vaughn Antain smiles at Angora Khilo.
Jonathan Grayve hurls something at Vaughn Antain.
Ciel Wulfe: "Jonathan!"
Angora Khilo looks at Jonathan Grayve in shock!
Jonathan Grayve: "It's only snow love."
Vaughn Antain shudders as he's hit with snow in the face.
Ciel Wulfe: "You might try to -not- throw things at people so close to the edge of a cliff!"
Vaughn Antain glares at Jonathan.
Ciel Wulfe: "Ohh, methinks 'tis -on- now."
Jonathan Grayve: " That won't do.."
Angora Khilo offers a small cloth to Vaughn to wipe his face off.
Jonathan Grayve: " Why so...withdrawn Ser?"
Vaughn Antain: "Why throw things at my face?"
Jonathan Grayve: " It was all in jest..."
Jonathan Grayve: " Though I tend to lack...expression before most emotional impulses."
Vaughn Antain huffs lightly. "Just...don't do it again."
Jonathan Grayve: " Aye, is there anything amiss?"
Vaughn Antain hesitates. "Ah...perhaps. But I fail to see why you would show concern...."
Jonathan Grayve: " It's an unfortunate...gift...so to speak. Understood if you wish not to share."
Ciel Wulfe: "That was a wonderful poem, Ser Vaughn."
Vaughn Antain: "Thank you, Lady Ciel."
Ciel Wulfe: "And... also you had been asking me if Jonathan would be joining your cause as well, hmm? You do remember him, aye?"
Jonathan Grayve blinks blankly at Ciel's gaze, before it seemed to sink in. " Ah aye...are you in need of a knight's service?"
Vaughn Antain: "I do, hence the surprise when he threw snow at my face."
Ciel Wulfe smiles, "He meant no harm, his aim is better than anyone should hope for however."
Vaughn Antain: "mm..."
Jonathan Grayve: " Aye my intent isn't quite easy to read...I'll admit."
Vaughn Antain: "Well...for Lady Ciel, and the work I saw you do, I suppose you may stay with us if you're so inclined. Just...please, no throwing things at unsuspecting people?"
Jonathan Grayve: " I will refrain from the unexpected."
Vaughn Antain: "Thank you. You still have our pearl, yes?"
Jonathan Grayve: " Aye..."
Vaughn Antain: "Then you know its use."
Vaughn Antain smiles lightly at Jonathan, still looking apprehensive.
Jonathan Grayve gives Vaughn Antain a Storm salute.
Vaughn Antain looks to the main stone. "Ah...excuse me."
Ciel Wulfe: "Thank you, Ser vaughn."
Vaughn Antain takes a piece of paper and the charcoal and writes. When finished, he folds it and sticks it in the cracks.
Ciel Wulfe tucks her hands up around Jonathan's sides again, "Shall we go?"
Jonathan Grayve smiles ever so slightly. " Aye, shall we?"
Ciel Wulfe: "Please, my ears might fall off even with this hood."
Jonathan Grayve: " Nay, I hope I am not judged for keeping my feelings out of the aether...giver previous developments. "
Ciel Wulfe: "Of course not, love. Besides, methinks Menphina already knows."
Jonathan Grayve makes a straight face at Ciel Wulfe.
Ciel Wulfe: "What?"
Jonathan Grayve: "Dearest I know hat was meant to be cheerful, but was down right unsettling."
Ciel Wulfe: "How was it unsettling? I didn't mean for it to be."
Jonathan Grayve rests a kiss on her forehead. " No harm...just makes me wonder, are they -all- already aware. My revolt may very well be in vain...but roads have to be crossed first- and the lot."
Ciel Wulfe: "Alright then, I'll speak no more of my thoughts on the matter. So what are we to do now? Ser Vaughn is here if you wished to speak with him."
Jonathan Grayve: " I knew I felt quite the familiar vibe."
Ciel Wulfe nods to Jonathan Grayve.
Vaughn Antain hesitates again before walking up to the main stone.
Vaughn Antain decides to wait until the crowd dies down.
Vaughn Antain smiles at Angora Khilo.
Jonathan Grayve hurls something at Vaughn Antain.
Ciel Wulfe: "Jonathan!"
Angora Khilo looks at Jonathan Grayve in shock!
Jonathan Grayve: "It's only snow love."
Vaughn Antain shudders as he's hit with snow in the face.
Ciel Wulfe: "You might try to -not- throw things at people so close to the edge of a cliff!"
Vaughn Antain glares at Jonathan.
Ciel Wulfe: "Ohh, methinks 'tis -on- now."
Jonathan Grayve: " That won't do.."
Angora Khilo offers a small cloth to Vaughn to wipe his face off.
Jonathan Grayve: " Why so...withdrawn Ser?"
Vaughn Antain: "Why throw things at my face?"
Jonathan Grayve: " It was all in jest..."
Jonathan Grayve: " Though I tend to lack...expression before most emotional impulses."
Vaughn Antain huffs lightly. "Just...don't do it again."
Jonathan Grayve: " Aye, is there anything amiss?"
Vaughn Antain hesitates. "Ah...perhaps. But I fail to see why you would show concern...."
Jonathan Grayve: " It's an unfortunate...gift...so to speak. Understood if you wish not to share."
Ciel Wulfe: "That was a wonderful poem, Ser Vaughn."
Vaughn Antain: "Thank you, Lady Ciel."
Ciel Wulfe: "And... also you had been asking me if Jonathan would be joining your cause as well, hmm? You do remember him, aye?"
Jonathan Grayve blinks blankly at Ciel's gaze, before it seemed to sink in. " Ah aye...are you in need of a knight's service?"
Vaughn Antain: "I do, hence the surprise when he threw snow at my face."
Ciel Wulfe smiles, "He meant no harm, his aim is better than anyone should hope for however."
Vaughn Antain: "mm..."
Jonathan Grayve: " Aye my intent isn't quite easy to read...I'll admit."
Vaughn Antain: "Well...for Lady Ciel, and the work I saw you do, I suppose you may stay with us if you're so inclined. Just...please, no throwing things at unsuspecting people?"
Jonathan Grayve: " I will refrain from the unexpected."
Vaughn Antain: "Thank you. You still have our pearl, yes?"
Jonathan Grayve: " Aye..."
Vaughn Antain: "Then you know its use."
Vaughn Antain smiles lightly at Jonathan, still looking apprehensive.
Jonathan Grayve gives Vaughn Antain a Storm salute.
Vaughn Antain looks to the main stone. "Ah...excuse me."
Ciel Wulfe: "Thank you, Ser vaughn."
Vaughn Antain takes a piece of paper and the charcoal and writes. When finished, he folds it and sticks it in the cracks.
Ciel Wulfe tucks her hands up around Jonathan's sides again, "Shall we go?"
Jonathan Grayve smiles ever so slightly. " Aye, shall we?"
Ciel Wulfe: "Please, my ears might fall off even with this hood."
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