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A bit fidgety Lora still looked down when Torin said his thanks.
-"Oh.. No, it's nothing..." She said with a small whisper, trying to hide her nervousness as well as her blushing face. In her mind she started to panic, not knowing what to do or even what to say after such an akward response. But as soon as she heard that the wizard of Dur needed Ysanne, Lora started to get a bit sad that she would be seperated from her new friend. Lora wanted some more time to spend with Ysanne after all, they just got to be friends only till recently and there was so much that she wanted to talk to Ysanne about. But as soon as Lora tried to speak up, a raucous voice called out to her.
-"Lora! My daughter! I have been looking everywhere for you!" Lora's father screamed from the stairs connected to the chief's house. Lora's heart sank as soon as she heard her name being called. Her father was clearly upset and some straws from his hair was glued to his forehead from his sweat. As soon as he saw the three from the stairs he immediately started to walk towards them. Lora, angered and flustered looked away from her father's gaze. Something had clearly happened between the two and her father knew what it was about.
-"Lora. Come on inside, we have food to prepare and then I need you to help me with the papers-" The chief spoke without pause, Lora still looked away from his gaze. She was not in mood to talk with her father. Lora instead, without hearing more of her father's words, started to head towards the stairs and up to the entrance to her home. Flabbergasted, the chief looked at his daughter walking away without even speaking a word to him.
-"I.. uh. ghk.. Lora!" Still shocked from his daughter's behaviour, he tried to come up with words to say but instead made odd sounds and ended up just calling for his daughter's name. Lora on the other hand, ignored her father's calls and walked inside the building.
From the sudden outburst, the villager's attention were now at the three. The silence was excruciating and to see such drama unfold in the middle of the day and in the center of town made the people a bit nervous. Especially when it came from their own chief. A bit embarrassed himself, the chief now stood with his right hand fixing his blonde-silver hair. His eyes then darted towards Torin and Ysanne and then towards the building. Without saying a word to the two, the chief rapidly walked back inside to his building. What then followed were small whispers from the townspeople. In the air was an aura of uncertainty and worry.
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The chief, now agitated, started to chase after his daughter from the hallway.
-"Lora! Listen to me! Listen to your father." He said, pointing his finger towards Lora.
-"I will not have it that my daughter makes a scene like that in the middle of Dur! I have been worried-" He said but then got interrupted when Lora turned around, cheeks flushing red.
-"Make a scene..?!" Lora said angrily.
-"It was you that started screaming, catching everyone's attention!" Lora breathed heavy and her father looked at her with a shocked expression.
-"Lora... As the daughter of the village's magistrate-" Lora's father started, but yet again got interrupted.
-"I will not marry him!" Lora stated with crossed arms. Her father just looked at her. There were moments of silence before he would speak again. And what he said shocked Lora.
-"You do not get to decide that." The air between the two were now heavy and dark. Lora felt a tug in her heart, hearing such cold words from her own father.
-"I do! And I will!" Lora then said and started to walk towards the open area away from the hallway.
-"I can take care of Dur myself!" She declared. She was then stopped by her father who grabbed her by her arm.
-"I will not accept my daughter talking to me like that!" Now her father was very angry.
-"There is already an agreement and if you really want to help Dur, then this marriage will help with the economical situation together with Alkas! This is for everyone's best and more!" He now declared.
-"You do as you will be told!" But now Lora would not tolerate to hear anything more. She angrily janked her arm out of hers father's grip and turned towars him.
-"I hate you!" She screamed at his face and ran towards her room. Once again, shocked, her father stood in the middle of the open area, not knowing what to do or say. He started to sigh and by coincidence saw a small painting resting on one of the tables. The painting depicted a young woman with brown hair and green eyes. He walked towards it and picked it up. He looked at it for a long time and gently, carefully, dragged gently his thumb over the painting. In the silence his head started to cool down and with it came the pain.
-"I wish you were here... My dear, I can not do this on my own... you were the level-headed and calm one. I'm sure you would have said the right thing to her." He said in a low voice.
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Later in the afternoon, the clouds started to gather and the sun went further and further down towards the horizon. A chipper from a bird could be heard outside the window and time was now inexistent. In the library Lora looked through the many shelves with books, papers and envelopes as she rubbed her dry eye from all the crying from earlier. She was probably a bit red under her eyes now and not as refined as usual, which was not something she cared for in the moment. From one of the many bookshelves in the library, one in particular stood out. It was designed with drawers on the bottom half and with normal shelves in the upper half. In the drawers were a lot of bundle of papers which Lora was going through in her search for a clue to Finniger's journal. She sorted through them one by one and then saw something in black leather sticking out. With curiousity Lora picked it up. The leather was worn out, soft and some color had started to fade around the edges and with wide eyes, Lora saw a very fine inprint on the cover that read "Finniger W.".
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After an akward dinner, Lora was about to head out from her room and looked around in the open area. It was now far into the evening and it was starting to get dark outside. As usual, in her father's study, the man himself could be seen working relentlessly with paperwork together with a lonely lit candle on the table. Lora, gentle with her steps, sneaked past the study and walked to the hallway towards the entrance and started to put on her cloak. She then hid an envelope with the journal under her cloak and looked once more behind her, but there were no signs that her father had noticed her. With a relieved sigh she carefully opened the door and closed it, clutching hard on the envelope under her cloak. Lora looked at the door and then in a hurry went down the stairs. She took the cloak over her head and started to head towards Ysanne's hut in hope that by now, with how late it was, that Ysanne would be waiting for her there. When she would get closer to the hut, Lora would look after signs of light before trying to knock on the door.
In the village, now very quiet in the late evening, many people were at home and taking shelter in the warmth. One lonely man could be seen dragging his horse through the streets but there were no other activity. On the front side of the chief's house, by the right side of the entrance, was a lonely window. Looking at it from the outside showed only a blurry darkness which made it hard to see inside, but from the inside, looking out towards the outside, it was very clear to see. The chief, with crossed arms stood and looked as his daughter started to run out towards the darkness, hiding under her cloak.
-"Oh.. No, it's nothing..." She said with a small whisper, trying to hide her nervousness as well as her blushing face. In her mind she started to panic, not knowing what to do or even what to say after such an akward response. But as soon as she heard that the wizard of Dur needed Ysanne, Lora started to get a bit sad that she would be seperated from her new friend. Lora wanted some more time to spend with Ysanne after all, they just got to be friends only till recently and there was so much that she wanted to talk to Ysanne about. But as soon as Lora tried to speak up, a raucous voice called out to her.
-"Lora! My daughter! I have been looking everywhere for you!" Lora's father screamed from the stairs connected to the chief's house. Lora's heart sank as soon as she heard her name being called. Her father was clearly upset and some straws from his hair was glued to his forehead from his sweat. As soon as he saw the three from the stairs he immediately started to walk towards them. Lora, angered and flustered looked away from her father's gaze. Something had clearly happened between the two and her father knew what it was about.
-"Lora. Come on inside, we have food to prepare and then I need you to help me with the papers-" The chief spoke without pause, Lora still looked away from his gaze. She was not in mood to talk with her father. Lora instead, without hearing more of her father's words, started to head towards the stairs and up to the entrance to her home. Flabbergasted, the chief looked at his daughter walking away without even speaking a word to him.
-"I.. uh. ghk.. Lora!" Still shocked from his daughter's behaviour, he tried to come up with words to say but instead made odd sounds and ended up just calling for his daughter's name. Lora on the other hand, ignored her father's calls and walked inside the building.
From the sudden outburst, the villager's attention were now at the three. The silence was excruciating and to see such drama unfold in the middle of the day and in the center of town made the people a bit nervous. Especially when it came from their own chief. A bit embarrassed himself, the chief now stood with his right hand fixing his blonde-silver hair. His eyes then darted towards Torin and Ysanne and then towards the building. Without saying a word to the two, the chief rapidly walked back inside to his building. What then followed were small whispers from the townspeople. In the air was an aura of uncertainty and worry.
----------------------------------
The chief, now agitated, started to chase after his daughter from the hallway.
-"Lora! Listen to me! Listen to your father." He said, pointing his finger towards Lora.
-"I will not have it that my daughter makes a scene like that in the middle of Dur! I have been worried-" He said but then got interrupted when Lora turned around, cheeks flushing red.
-"Make a scene..?!" Lora said angrily.
-"It was you that started screaming, catching everyone's attention!" Lora breathed heavy and her father looked at her with a shocked expression.
-"Lora... As the daughter of the village's magistrate-" Lora's father started, but yet again got interrupted.
-"I will not marry him!" Lora stated with crossed arms. Her father just looked at her. There were moments of silence before he would speak again. And what he said shocked Lora.
-"You do not get to decide that." The air between the two were now heavy and dark. Lora felt a tug in her heart, hearing such cold words from her own father.
-"I do! And I will!" Lora then said and started to walk towards the open area away from the hallway.
-"I can take care of Dur myself!" She declared. She was then stopped by her father who grabbed her by her arm.
-"I will not accept my daughter talking to me like that!" Now her father was very angry.
-"There is already an agreement and if you really want to help Dur, then this marriage will help with the economical situation together with Alkas! This is for everyone's best and more!" He now declared.
-"You do as you will be told!" But now Lora would not tolerate to hear anything more. She angrily janked her arm out of hers father's grip and turned towars him.
-"I hate you!" She screamed at his face and ran towards her room. Once again, shocked, her father stood in the middle of the open area, not knowing what to do or say. He started to sigh and by coincidence saw a small painting resting on one of the tables. The painting depicted a young woman with brown hair and green eyes. He walked towards it and picked it up. He looked at it for a long time and gently, carefully, dragged gently his thumb over the painting. In the silence his head started to cool down and with it came the pain.
-"I wish you were here... My dear, I can not do this on my own... you were the level-headed and calm one. I'm sure you would have said the right thing to her." He said in a low voice.
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Later in the afternoon, the clouds started to gather and the sun went further and further down towards the horizon. A chipper from a bird could be heard outside the window and time was now inexistent. In the library Lora looked through the many shelves with books, papers and envelopes as she rubbed her dry eye from all the crying from earlier. She was probably a bit red under her eyes now and not as refined as usual, which was not something she cared for in the moment. From one of the many bookshelves in the library, one in particular stood out. It was designed with drawers on the bottom half and with normal shelves in the upper half. In the drawers were a lot of bundle of papers which Lora was going through in her search for a clue to Finniger's journal. She sorted through them one by one and then saw something in black leather sticking out. With curiousity Lora picked it up. The leather was worn out, soft and some color had started to fade around the edges and with wide eyes, Lora saw a very fine inprint on the cover that read "Finniger W.".
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After an akward dinner, Lora was about to head out from her room and looked around in the open area. It was now far into the evening and it was starting to get dark outside. As usual, in her father's study, the man himself could be seen working relentlessly with paperwork together with a lonely lit candle on the table. Lora, gentle with her steps, sneaked past the study and walked to the hallway towards the entrance and started to put on her cloak. She then hid an envelope with the journal under her cloak and looked once more behind her, but there were no signs that her father had noticed her. With a relieved sigh she carefully opened the door and closed it, clutching hard on the envelope under her cloak. Lora looked at the door and then in a hurry went down the stairs. She took the cloak over her head and started to head towards Ysanne's hut in hope that by now, with how late it was, that Ysanne would be waiting for her there. When she would get closer to the hut, Lora would look after signs of light before trying to knock on the door.
In the village, now very quiet in the late evening, many people were at home and taking shelter in the warmth. One lonely man could be seen dragging his horse through the streets but there were no other activity. On the front side of the chief's house, by the right side of the entrance, was a lonely window. Looking at it from the outside showed only a blurry darkness which made it hard to see inside, but from the inside, looking out towards the outside, it was very clear to see. The chief, with crossed arms stood and looked as his daughter started to run out towards the darkness, hiding under her cloak.