{"id":1712,"date":"2016-05-31T09:02:37","date_gmt":"2016-05-31T13:02:37","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/jeezjosie.com\/blog\/?p=1712"},"modified":"2016-03-09T21:08:24","modified_gmt":"2016-03-10T01:08:24","slug":"rhiallis-feels-good-to-smile","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/jeezjosie.com\/blog\/2016\/05\/rhiallis-feels-good-to-smile\/","title":{"rendered":"Rhiallis: Feels Good To Smile"},"content":{"rendered":"

      Today\u2019s snippet, titled \u201cFeels Good To Smile\u201d, is a piece I wrote about my PC in Mark’s new (Good) Pathfinder Campaign.
\n      Be forewarned, there may be mature themes and naughty language below.
\n– \u2013 \u2013 \u2013 \u2013 \u2013 \u2013 \u2013 \u2013 \u2013 –
\n      \tShe giggled.
\n      \tIn doing so, she jerked her head a bit and Sadie snagged a chunk of her fine, platinum mane. Rhiallis winced, \u201cOuch.\u201d
\n      \t\u201cWell, stop moving then,\u201d Sadie said, \u201cI think we\u2019re just about done.\u201d
\n      \tHer friend stepped around to stand before her; she tilted her head, rubbing her chin, and appraised her work critically.
\n      \t\u201cWell?\u201d
\n      \t\u201cNope – I don\u2019t like it. I\u2019m gonna start over.\u201d
\n      \tRhiallis laughed again. It felt good. She felt – radiant. Sadie was deftly plucking at her hair, undoing ten minutes of work, Aimsley and Tom Parris were resting inside the long hall, Korael and Cole were safely in Drezen working to re-build the trade of horses and draft animals in the city. Celeste and Mira were still dead, but there was hope now. Genuine hope – that they, and perhaps even Seraphina, Graves, Mytra – could be resurrected in the not-too-distant future.
\n      \tFor Mira, it is just a matter of finding a priest who can perform the requisite ritual,<\/em> Rhiallis thought as her young friend plied a wide-toothed comb to her curly hair. And for Celeste – or Graves, or whomever – we know the jeweler in Ryvendale has the diamond, we simply need to scrounge up thirty-thousand in gold pieces. A wry smile crossed her face. I suppose that isn\u2019t as easily done as pouring cold molasses, but it is possible. And that\u2019s a wonderful thing to know.<\/em>
\n      \t\u201cWhat do you think of Tom?\u201d
\n      \tRhiallis shrugged. \u201cHe\u2019s so very\u2026 polite. But useful, undoubtedly. And the way he managed to just – hop – across the ground that way. Fascinating. I imagine Mira will appreciate having a priest of Desna around, rather than listening to me go on and on about Iomedae and the Inheritor\u2019s Grace.\u201d
\n      \t\u201cWe\u2019ll all appreciate a break from that!\u201d
\n      \tHer smile widened and she had to resist the urge to twist around and tickle the little monster. Still, Rhiallis could not be offended by Sadie\u2019s wit. She was rarely malicious and besides – it felt so good to smile.
\n      \t\u201cWhat do you think of Tom Parris?\u201d she asked, closing her eyes as the hin\u2019s tiny fingers began to work, separating the freshly brushed strands.
\n      \t\u201cNot as much as I think about that girl in Ryvendale. Ohhhh.\u201d Sadie\u2019s hands twitched. \u201cShe was so beautiful. And that accent – fucking adorable.\u201d
\n      \tRhiallis nodded. Michiru Shumiyata was an attendant of the High Priest of Abadar in Phoenixa, Dakiru Shumiyata. Both had thick, black hair and dark, slanted eyes, though Michiru was far more attractive than her brother. They reminded Rhiallis poignantly of Kumiko, though she shunted those sorrowful memories away and held tight to the joy in her heart, and she wished she could have spoken to either of them at length. She was infinitely curious about their homeland in the distant eastern continent and wished, one day, to make the trek to Tian-Min.
\n      \t\u201cAren\u2019t you deeply in love with Marley?\u201d Rhiallis said, chuckling.
\n      \t\u201cIn love, sure, but I\u2019m not dead Rhi. What – like you think James doesn\u2019t drool over other women while you\u2019re out saving the world and he\u2019s stuck in Drezen stroking his lumber?\u201d
\n      \t\u201cSadie!\u201d Rhiallis tried to twist her head around, but was held in place by the girl\u2019s surprisingly strong grip. \u201cI- I imagine he looks all he likes, though we are exclusively intimate with each other. Faithful.\u201d
\n      \t\u201cYeah.\u201d
\n      \t\u201cNo, we are. I mean-\u201d She paused, chewing on the inside of her lower lip. \u201cI think we are. We haven\u2019t had a discussion about it, but we\u2019re both- and I mean- Oh hells.\u201d
\n      \tSadie was laughing softly and Rhiallis felt her cheeks flush with embarrassment. \u201cIts silly, that we haven\u2019t made any sort of actual claim on each other, isn\u2019t it? I mean – that we haven\u2019t and I assumed.\u201d
\n      \t\u201cHey – Rhi, I didn\u2019t mean to make you second guess it and stuff. I\u2019m just teasing, honestly. But you guys spend like, all that time together. What do you talk about?\u201d
\n      \tHer blush deepened.
\n      \t\u201cStuff,\u201d she managed to say, \u201cThings.\u201d
\n      \t\u201cUh huh.\u201d
\n      \tRhiallis knew Sadie was worldly enough, for one so young, to see right through her awkward reply. They spent a lot of their hours together in bed. Naked. Or getting naked. Or eating – before (or after) getting naked. It wasn\u2019t that they did not talk, she knew, but perhaps that a lot of their discussions were about Drezen itself, the rebuilding efforts, the troubles they faced in the future. Rhiallis knew he cared for her, and believed that he was not seeing anyone else, but they had both avoided making any sort of official commitment. She wondered why.
\n      \t\u201cYou never did answer me,\u201d Rhiallis said. \u201cWhat do you think of Tom Parris?\u201d
\n      \tSadie shrugged. \u201cHe seems like a good guy. Pretty good with a bow, though after seeing all that Korael can do, anyone else seems sort of lackluster. And all those cleric spells will be sweet! You know, if he uses them proper. I bet Cole will like him.\u201d
\n      \t\u201cProbably.\u201d
\n      \t\u201cOh!\u201d Sadie said, her voice excited. \u201cDo you really think that \u2018demon brute\u2019 guy Kamilo Dann was talking about is a demon? Maybe he\u2019s a tiefling? That\u2019d explain the horns.\u201d
\n      \t\u201cAnd the predilection for beating people to death with their own limbs.\u201d
\n      \t\u201cHis head will look bad-ass on our trophy wall!\u201d
\n      \tRhiallis wrinkled her nose. \u201cGross.\u201d
\n      \t\u201cI\u2019m going to have a mural done on one wall – gold paint on a burgundy, maybe. And it\u2019ll have Radiance all glowing as part of our sigil, and then we\u2019ll have the names of all the members of the Valorous Order, past, present, and future, around it.\u201d
\n      \tShe smiled, nodding slightly. \u201cThat sounds perfect.\u201d
\n      \tSadie patted her head. \u201cYou\u2019re done.\u201d
\n      \tRhiallis ran a hand over the multitude of tiny, perfect braids and thanked her friend with a hug. A nimbus of freshly cleaned and sweet-smelling curls tumbled down her back, whilst tight plaits kept the hair at her forehead and temples well-controlled and out of her face. She wished she could go to James now, knock softly on his door, slip inside without a word, and wrap herself in his strong, masculine arms.
\n      \tShe had gone to him last night, despite the late hour, when Aimsley had teleported the group from Kenebres back to Drezen. Though she was less nauseous these days, than she had been after the first few times the elf blinked them around the world through other planes, Rhiallis had not been feeling her best when she arrived at James\u2019 door.
\n      \tStill, he had graciously invited her inside, ignoring her bedraggled appearance and not penalizing her for standing him up their last night in Drezen. Rhiallis had not wanted to talk, silencing his questions with kisses and caresses. They had spent the night locked in a sweat-dappled embrace. Rhiallis required no sleep and had selfishly kept James awake until the first rays of dawn appeared in the sky.
\n      \tHe was snoring sweetly when she left, and she smiled at the memory of his hair spilling across his peaceful face. They won\u2019t be getting much done at the lumberyard today<\/em>, she thought ruefully. He\u2019ll be lucky if he can walk right at all.<\/em>
\n      \tShe clapped her hands over her mouth, as if she had spoken the salacious thought outloud.
\n      \tIt felt so good to smile. Rhiallis pushed the sorrowful thoughts of Mira and Graves and Celeste and Sera and Viggo – oh Viggo\u2026<\/em> – out of her mind as she rose from the bench, tossing her hair.
\n      \t\u201cWhen we go back to Drezen, we\u2019ll have to have a talk, James and I,\u201d she told Sadie, who managed to nod with the barest trace of interest. \u201cFor now, Aimsley and Tom Parris will be awake soon and will take another hour to meditate. I think I am going to go nap while they do. Will you wake me when the hour is up?\u201d
\n      \t\u201cSure. Hey – you wanna borrow one of my new buddies? Three magical settings,\u201d Sadie said in a sing-songy voice, giving her a mischievous look and wriggling her brows.
\n      \tRhiallis paused mid-step, considering. Then she shook her head, winked, and headed to a corner to roll out her bed.
\n      \tGods, but it feels good to smile<\/em>.<\/p>\n

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      Today\u2019s snippet, titled \u201cFeels Good To Smile\u201d, is a piece I wrote about my PC in Mark’s new (Good) Pathfinder Campaign.       Be forewarned, there may be mature themes and naughty language below. – \u2013 \u2013 \u2013 \u2013 \u2013 \u2013 \u2013 \u2013 \u2013 –       She giggled.  … <\/p>\n

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