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It is a terrible thing to feel hunted by the wind, especially so if one is accustomed to living out of doors. Cyril looks gently at her. If he had not already sufficient reason to seek the Devourer’s destruction, the hauntedness within her eyes would be enough. He moves for a moment behind her and out of her eyesight. Looking skyward he prays a silent oath to the Great Tented One. He looks again to KayLisa and removes the cloud shaped clasp from his cloak. Moving beside her, he kneels and places it in her hands. “It is but small protection, Liath Madadh-allaidh, I know,” he smiles. “Still, it is yours to use as you need until that day when the winds shall speak to you of nothing but freedom.” He closes her hands around the clasp and rises to his feet his hand brushing her cheek as he does so.
He feels a tentative probing near the surface of his thoughts and instinctively moves to confront it. Recognizing the touch of the wolves, he pulls his defenses up short and wasting no time in greetings simply thinks the image of the open space in front of KayLisa and asks, What are you waiting for?
ooc: TAO - Cyril can easily see to the tavern if need be. Assuming KayLisa accepts the clasp, you can also assume he has shown her the way in which its protection is activated.
[ 03-27-2002, 11:55 AM: Message edited by: Cyril Darkcloud ]
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