Aerious
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Post by Aerious on Dec 23, 2011 19:18:32 GMT -6
Aerious had traveled far since he'd visited Ostia. However, soaring above the land did little for his investigation, and so he'd made a difficult choice. He walked, in human form, from the once mighty Lycain city. So leisurely was his pace that people actually passed him that spoke of the city being completely annihilated, now nothing more then a crater of black metal where the rain gathered. He had no idea what would have caused that, so he placed it from his mind. A thought did bring a smile to his lips as he recalled the proximity of Roland's tomb to that site. Completely destroyed in all likely hood.
And now, as he traveled through the Bern country side, he'd seen no instances of these creatures that the humans kept whispering of. He'd seen their work, he could smell their presence, and the blight they left on the earth was so obvious even the humans could feel it. But he didn't see them, ever. Wherever he traveled, whatever he did, it was calm. Perhaps they could sense him much like he could sense them? Would that mean that they were hiding from him? Hmm, perhaps the creatures did know fear, against what the humans claimed.
No wait, that was foolish. He'd heard some stories of how they fought from the humans, not caring about their own self and pressing on to break their foes. If you thought about it like war, it made no sense. But if you took a step back and looked at it from another angle, it actually seemed perfectly logical.
Like a game of chess. Pieces moving without fear and hesitation. If five hundred of them were lost but the game was won, then it didn't matter at all. And humans conserved their pieces, and as such were broken apart again and again. Was the entire dark horde simply the puppets of another being? Aerious was troubled to even consider this prospect.
And then, two sensations as he walked into a border town. Well, three sensations. First, he felt like he'd been here before. Recently. Secondly, he was feeling both something welcoming and something repulsive. He could swear that he had picked up the scent of a desert dweller...no not any normal dweller. That was a dragons scent, there was no mistaking it. An Arcadian dragon, here? Was it Saffra? No, she didn't have the Nabatan scent on her. He moved through the streets, following the scent, and found that it lead him to a weapon shop. He was about to pass the threshold when he felt a chill in his chest.
"Gah! W-What is this?!"
He took a step back from the door and shook his head to try and restore his vision after that shock. That was odd...and something he hadn't felt in years. The last time he felt this...he was in a forest clearing in north Bern, talking with mortals...and that was when he had shown up with...!
He gritted his teeth, his fist clenching. So...it was here. If it was sitting in such a shabby place, they likely hadn't realized what it was. But he had to be sure.
Summoning his strength and determination, he walked into the weapon shop, ignoring the freezing sensation from his chest. All he needed to do was find where it was...to ensure it wasn't going to be a threat.
He almost ignored everyone else in the shop, instead walking around to find the source of this pain.
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Post by Nayru Al-Saiduq on Dec 23, 2011 20:18:06 GMT -6
Nayru blinked once, twice, as the pressure in the area shifted imperceptibly, the air currents subtly twisting into the faintest hint of unnatural action. The lightest hint of the scent of ozone filtered through the air, far too weak for human senses to perceive but blatant - and worrisome - to a a storm dragon. It was a familiar sensation, the natural strain that a lightning elemental exerted on the fabric of reality in passing.
The problem? It was not her own. Centuries of living amongst humans had proven to be just as many years of practice in subduing her own abilities in order to fit in amongst humans without giving them pause for worry. The manakete didn't doubt that she still left some distinctive trail of passing, but so much practice had left her unusually able to mask her presence for one of her kind, so far as she had been able to tell through rudimentary testing - it wasn't like she had a constant stream of dragons wandering around, willing to be test subjects for pointless experiments.
This essence - it was tenuous, but decidedly not her own. Less controlled. Stronger; whether simply as a result of a lack of control or outright raw power, she couldn't tell. Another dragon. Here. Now. Zelphiam forgotten for a moment, Nayru's hand snaked up to her earring, the precious stone inside tingling with resonance. For an Arcadian dragon, used to living with others of its kind, it was likely a much less momentous experience to approach another dragon. Do anything often enough and it ceases to be special flickered through her mind unbidden. For as long as she had spent amongst humans, outright avoiding other dragons - but there was no escape in an enclosed space like this. Another reason she tended to prefer the outdoors.
One native of Nabata held very still and hoped that no one noticed her as another dragon entered the building, searching for something, emotions blatantly running high. Nayru wasn't certain if she was afraid or not - it had been so long since she had been forced to deal with another dragon that the manakete wasn't honestly sure - but there was a definite undercurrent of apprehension to her thoughts as she uselessly held her stone, entirely aware that it doubtless appeared awkward but not sure what else to do. Why the hell had she followed the human into this shop anyways?
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Aerious
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Post by Aerious on Dec 23, 2011 20:48:00 GMT -6
If Aerious hadn't been so preoccupied with his incredibly unpleasent search, he might have realized how Nayru was acting. That would almost certainly suggest her to be the dragon he'd sensed, if he was only paying attention to her. But unfortunately, or fortunately, his attention was stone by the pain in his chest as he moved around the shop. The throbbing intensified as he neared a wooden barrel, filled to the tip with weapons of obvious shoddy quality. Among them were many gaudy weapons. They looked special, but obviously their craftsmanship was lacking. And among them...a very familiar looking lance.
Aerious didn't know what on earth he was thinking when he reached his hand out towards it. He grazed the handle of the lance with the briefest of touches and his chest exploded, in a strictly metaphorical sense of course. The freezing chill ran from the tips of his fingers, up his arm, through his heart, before settling in his chest and burning him. He grunted and staggered back, recoiling his hand from the weapon.
"Gah! Idiot, what were you thinking?!"
The shopkeeper had noticed the recoil and responded. "Ah careful there Sir! Some of those weapons are still sharp, even though they are junk."
"Junk..?" Aerious asked, glancing over at the owner. "All fancy toys, not weapons?"
"Yeah. Some are hollow, others are made of poor quality and will break if used at all, and then some like that spear can't penetrate a thing. Sure looks impressive at first glance though, doesn't it?"
"...Yes. It does look like something...special." Aerious nearly growled out, staring down the lance. He then noticed that someone besides him in the shop was acting oddly, a girl. Standing there with her long silver hair and odd garments. Aerious had never been up to date on human fashion, but even he could tell that her dress was bizarre. He couldn't deny that she was quite attractive by human standards as he watched her play with her earring. Wait...earring? Aerious still felt the pain in his chest, but willed himself to resist it as he focused on that jewel. Was that what he thought it was?
Well it would certainly explain a lot. He gave a small nod to her, that might have seemed quite odd to the humans present, and jerked his head towards the door slightly. He didn't want to risk saying anything in here, and he really wanted to get out of this shop.
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Zelphiam Rinko
Myrmidon
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All who get in my way shall meet the same fate, death by my blade
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Post by Zelphiam Rinko on Dec 23, 2011 22:10:27 GMT -6
This woman was more interesting than Zelphiam thought, he figured he was going to get a "I like them because they're shinny" or something stupid along those lines. She proved him wrong of course, he was starting to like her. Zelphiam never really got the chance to talk to another person about weapons and everything about them with anyone so it was nice to talk about.
"Not only does the sword tell stories of its wielders battles, it is also an extension of one's being. Once a swordsmen finds his or her's true blade, the one sword that they can truly call their own it becomes a part of who they are," Zelphiam began to say only pausing to admire his own sword. "The blade of the sword become an extension of you arms another body part that bends and turns to it's master's will," He paused and thought about it some more. What and who would without his blade? This was his first sword that he truly connected with.
"Flexibility and durability are both crucial to my style of fighting. If the sword can go through hell but is as stiff as a board what's the point? A sword should be like as I said before an extension of your arm moving like you weren't even holding a separate object. This sword before us shows both flexibility and durability which is why it intrigues me so much. It's such a masterpiece why would he not keep that for himself the blade shows great strength," He was distracted for a moment when another man came up and looked at the sword. Zelphiam wanted to punch the man the face but he controlled himself.
When the subject had went to Calnith for a moment. "He's a master swordsmen and smith I don't think he has an equal," Zelphiam said. He then paused for a moment to think of his rivalry with Calnith. It definitely wasn't a two-way rivalry seeing as Calnith probably didn't even care for him and could mop the floor with Zelphiam at anytime.
"I care not for emotions despite myself being a hypocrite seeing as the only emotion I have left in myself is anger. Besides that single annoying emotion that I have left in this body. My motivation is driven by this anger...." Zelphiam stopped it seemed Nayru had stop paying any mind to him and was focusing on something or should he say someone else. He cursed under his breath and sheathed his blade. Zelphiam didn't say a word he turned around and began to leave the shop. What a waste of time, he had honestly started to open up to her, foolish.
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Post by Nayru Al-Saiduq on Dec 23, 2011 22:59:53 GMT -6
It was incredibly difficult to listen to Zelphiam and surreptitiously keep an eye on the newcomer at the same time. A small part of her mind, though, saw it as an interesting challenge - weighing two entirely disparate input channels at once, attempt to give each the attention it deserved. It was an ethereal experience; Zelphiam's philosophical bent manifesting for the first time that she had seen, positions that she could empathize with a bit. It did make sense that he would see a weapon as a metaphorical extension of the self. She took a more literal position, given that her body was a lethal weapon, but it was an interesting link that she had heard of before, something she was beginning to think was endemic to those who heard the call of war.
It bothered her a little that that definition would includer herself as well, but swept that thought aside into the vault of things to be considered later. The man - dragon didn't seem to have recognized her yet, or even be interested in her; he was fascinated by something in a barrel of weapons, particularly a lance she couldn't really see and didn't particularly recognize. There was something odd about the situation - a light current of foreboding, of a nameless fear she couldn't quite place, mixed with the comforting hint of ozone emitted by the other dragon. Gods above but humans were filthy creatures sometimes; as faint as the smell was, it reminded her of Arcadia, of the elemental energies flowing throughout the desert, of her own power so long neglected.
The dragonstone glinted for a moment, illuminating her tapered fingers for the briefest instant as they caged the sapphire stone. Nayru forced herself to ignore the tinge of pain - or pleasure, or both, she couldn't decide - flowing through her for an instant, the raw elemental essence in her weak humanoid form, to respond to Zelphiam better. It was hard to focus, she found; the threat level of the situation in general, the intoxicating scent of ozone, and the deep philosophical discussion all happening at once, but she managed to cull much of the hesitation from her voice.
Much, but not all. "An extension of the self... I can empathize. That is the state of being that all warriors aspire to, is it not? To truly be one with their weapon, no matter whether it be a blade, a halberd, or even a wyvern rider in the vaunted symbiotic relationship with his steed. The point at which one ceases to worry about the length of their blade, when they no longer look for a greater weapon - when the two are one and the same, two bodies, but one will." The newcomer was still talking with the shopkeeper, looking less and less pleased for some reason. He seemed to know something the shopkeeper didn't, or perhaps he simply thought he did. There wasn't really enough information in either man's words to inform her what the other manakete was thinking, but he certainly seemed to have some interest in the lance.
The thought that perhaps he had found a way to wield human weapons with aplomb niggled at the fringes of her consciousness; a moment of hope, a hint of suspicion and confusion. That all fell apart when he noticed her, noticed the hunk of rock at her ear, and nodded in recognition - and a command. It completely took her off guard. Unwanted thoughts rushed through her mind in an instant, carrying away healthy skepticism and reason in the blink of an eye. Had he come to take her back? Had the elders of Arcadia heard of her doing something foolish enough to see her as a threat to the peace of their charge, and sent an enforcer to return her by force if necessary? She didn't remember doing anything - was it the girl? Had Elly's arrival set off alarms?
Nayru's confusion blinded her for a moment to Zelphiam as he continued to speak, her unconscious mind receiving the words but her conscious attention obviously elsewhere as the facade slipped for an instant, and she realized only too late that he had noticed. By the expression on his face, the set of his jaw and the anger in his eyes as he turned away, it was clear that the damage had already been done. Belatedly, her subconscious supplied what he had been saying - of all the times for her to lose control for an instant! She regretted it instantly, would have apologized instantly if her mind had been working properly, but the shock of Aerious's gesture was still wearing off, and the female dragon was left to weigh two inputs once more, this time with immediate action required.
Her brow furrowed in the lightest hint of annoyance, she wordlessly nodded to the other dragon, knowing that if he had come to retrieve her, compliance was in her best interest - and if not, as the more reasonable side of her consciousness supplied, she would still be much better off acquiescing pleasantly in order to avoid raising his suspicion. It was self-centered and unfair to Zelphiam, she knew it, but centuries of self-preservation had forced her to always take the safe route, even if it excluded the more morally right option. She hated herself for it. Another moment of waffling, before she resolved to at least make an attempt to right the situation.
Even if it drew attention to the human from a possibly dangerous dragon, she had always tried to at least be a good listener. To brtray those ideals would be more failure than she could handle in one day. Nayru demurred, then forced herself to speak, hesitantly, unable to completely hide the emotional maelstrom. "Zelphiam, I-" She... what? What was she even trying to refer to? Her intrinsic ability to sense other dragons? Her self-serving need for her own safety? "My apologies. I did not intend to-" She couldn't explain the situation to him, not with the possibility of an enforcer, and even without the other dragon's presence, revealing her nature was never a winning proposition, least of all in a crowded town. "I will atone for my conduct later, but something has come up that requires my immediate attention. Please excuse me."
The last dozen words came out with none of the hesitation of those that came before, hardened by a gradually building annoyance that threatened to spill over. She hadn't been doing anything wrong, simply connecting with a human - it wasn't fair that they had been interrupted! Nayru could only hope that Zelphiam looked beneath her words, realized from her tone and what she had hinted at that her slighting him had been entirely unintentional and for a very good reason. She strode out after Aerious, passing Zelphiam quickly with long steps, following the new dragon to see what he wanted. It was ironic that in her attempt to protect the human, he would likely only see neglect. Being protected from things they did not understand was the human way, after all, and the manakete's burden.
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Aerious
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Post by Aerious on Dec 23, 2011 23:17:51 GMT -6
If Aerious was surprised by either reaction, he didn't show it at all. He too was focused on two separate inputs at the same time, and was finding the situation equally unpleasant. Thankfully, the women followed him out, and did not seem to object to separating from her human companion. Good, that would make things easier. He did not need to move far from the shop to feel that they were not being observed. His hearing would pick up on any new arrivals a good deal before they would be able to hear them. He'd moved over to the side of a taller building, but not so far as to be in what would be called an alley. When Nayru arrived there as well he merely looked over her, verifying his thought. The skin tone, the eye shape, the scent and of course, the stone. There could be no mistake, she was kin.
"You are from Arcadia then?" Were the first words he spoke to her. "Forgive me for being blunt, but centuries have made me rather to-the-point when it comes to conversation." He could sense that she was upset, probably fretting over that idiotic human's reaction. No matter, humans were swine at any rate.
"Peace." He said, holding up a hand. "I mean you no trouble, and I do apologize for anything I may have interrupted. Simply put, our kind is so rare outside of the desert, I thought it wise to commune with those I do encounter."
They certainly looked the odd pair, standing here and conversing in lowed tones. Aerious wished that they didn't need to, but humans ruled the world now.
As much as he hated having to admit that.
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Post by Nayru Al-Saiduq on Dec 24, 2011 1:04:03 GMT -6
She felt like a prize pig being inspected before the slaughter, but stood quietly; watching, waiting in stony silence as Aerious completed his inspection. Nayru was entirely aware that she was statuesque in more senses than one - she had been compared to a literal statue before, capable of am uncanny suspension of motion that belief her inhumanity. One could not still the mind as easily as the body, though; worry, indignation, annoyance still flitted around her mind, sensations gradually fading as her new companion deigned to address her in words, rather than body language. At least he didn't seem to want to start trouble.
Nayru brushed her emotions aside, speaking the neutral, almost musical inflection that was her wont. "I am of dragon's blood, but it has been centuries since I left Arcadia." Without knowing anything of the other manakete, she did not feel it necessary to further explain her feelings on, or past with, Arcadia. It was interesting, she realized as she spoke, that the other actually looked more human than she - a simple brown robe, brown hair, somewhat worn by travel, no blatantly obvious dragonstone or wings. She, on the other hand, stood well above the average human, clad in unusual clothing, with the marker of her nature displayed prominently on one ear.
Hiding in plain sight, indeed - but as different as their approaches were, both seemed to work. Nayru allowed herself to relax slightly, brushing her lengthy hair to the side before crossing her arms loosely before her. At least he seemed friendly enough, though appearances could be deceiving. "If you mean me no harm, then in turn you have naught to fear from me." For the first time since their meeting, a thin smile graced the corners of her lips. "It has been some time since I met another of my kind, and a fellow storm elemental, no less. So many years spent amongst humans have not dulled my senses that much." Had they, though? For how long it took to realize he was nearby, they must have - or was it just that she had stopped so much of the natural flow of power that she really was slowly becoming alienated to her birthright? It was a sobering thought.
Part of her wanted to end the conversation immediately now that she had satisfied herself that the man was not a threat, but curiosity reigned supreme; it was both a strength and a weakness, her need to know everything that she could, but it was as much a part of her as the nature of her existence, and she could no more deny it than she could deny her draconic heritage. Most dragons seemed perfectly content to live out their days in Arcadia, or on the other side of the seal. To meet a fellow wanderer was almost intoxicating; as few other similarities as they might possess, they held at least one major facet of their existence in common.
"I am no longer so much Arcadian as a mere wanderer, watching humanity in its endless repetition while learning what I can from those whose paths I cross. Sometimes I wonder how our kind ever lost in the great war, but other times it is clear how humans accomplished the Scouring - they have an uncanny ability to band together just long enough to annihilate a perceived threat before falling upon each other once more, as is their wont." It sounded bitter, but spoken with a lack of emotion, it sounded to her ears more like a statement of fact. "Fact," rather - she had no doubt that most humans would disagree. "But I forget my manners. I am Nayru." She bowed lightly, acknowledging the man before her while surreptitiously trying to keep her hair from hitting the wall behind her. "It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance."
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Aerious
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Post by Aerious on Dec 24, 2011 9:27:37 GMT -6
At the mention of being a wanderer, Aerious lips tugged upward in an odd smile. "Is that so?" When she mentioned the Scouring though, she'd inadvertently stepped on an old wound for the dragon. "I apologize, that topic tends to cause anger rather quickly. I would be happy to discuss it later, but not right now."
She bowed and introduced herself. Nayru, eh? And a storm dragon like himself? Now why hadn't he been able to pick up on that? Now that he knew what he was looking for it was obvious, how had he missed that in his initial search? No matter. "A fellow Storm dragon, yes. Ah, I forget myself. I am called Aerious, an honor to meet you Nayru." He returned a short bow, thought it seemed odd coming from him. "I would have much to ask you of what you have seen in your travels, but perhaps this would not be the best time to do so." He looked about the town, it was still daylight, too many prying eyes around for his taste. "Since we know we have nothing to fear from each other, may I suggest a more secluded meeting this evening? There is an odd rock formation to the north of here that should do well. And woe to the brigand that thinks themselves descending on an easy target." He added with a toothy grin.
He'd had his conversation with Saffra a while ago, but she had chosen to throw herself in with a human army, such foolishness. Nayru had a human companion, but Aerious could respect that at least. Humans did have uses, and sometimes it was handy having someone who actually knew something of the local affairs. If he gauged her right, she would spend most of the day trying to repair bridges with her human companion, what a waste. Humans were shot sighted, fearful and traitorous beings. He'd only met a handful that even knew the meaning of the word honor.
"I shall see you then Nayru. After the sun has set behind the horizon." He said, and with a short bow, he turned to leave his kin to her thoughts.
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Post by Nayru Al-Saiduq on Dec 24, 2011 18:30:18 GMT -6
Interesting. She hadn't exactly been fishing for responses, not precisely, but the other dragon's reaction to her offhanded comment about the Scouring did confirm that he had been alive somewhere in that timeframe; while no dragon in their right mind reacted positively to any mention of the war that had cost them so many of their brethren and stripped those that remained of most of their freedoms, most manaketes viewed it with sorrow given centuries to forment, rather than rage. Younger dragons - at least of those she had met in Arcadia - tended to see it as a regrettable but unchangable fact long etched into history, or respond with bluster about eradicating humanity. To respond with such bottled up emotion - there were old scars there, whether from loved ones he had lost or a life now denied to him, she didn't know.
It was actually fairly amusing, Nayru realized; they looked somewhere in the same age range, and indeed she looked larger and arguably more exotic than he did at the moment - but in truth, it was he who had likely traveled more, and certainly knew more about the world they inhabited. Appearances could be deceiving. It was an old adage, one forgotten all too often by humans, and yet one that she still had trouble living by at times. Oh, it was easy to regard everyone with suspicion - that much she already did. Seeing a girl, a boy, an elderly couple; they did not give rise to the same fight or flight. Aerious looked like a reasonably harmless upstanding young man, and yet he was an ancient dragon of countless years of experience, more dangerous than any human she'd met, more than even the fiercest brigand.
Yes, a meeting would be nice. Truthfully, Nayru was a little nervous, not that she intended to evince any evidence of that fact; even if Aerious meant her no harm, it had been so long since she had interacted in any meaningful way with a fellow dragon that she was certain she had forgotten some of the etiquette. She didn't trust easily, but there was a certain natural impulse to leave a good impression, especially on a fellow wanderer. There was also the fact that, as pitiful as it sounded evenin her head, there was a certain joy in meeting a fellow wanderer, a feeling of being just a little less alone; it was senseless, given how different their lives had been and the simple fact that they likely had nothing in common other than their species, but the sensation existed nonetheless.
"I would be honored to join you, Aerious. I collect stories as I travel, so perhaps I may have a few amongst many to amuse you, but I doubt not that you have countless more." She wasn't particularly keen in admitting that she had approached the town on a god damned pegasus, and thus elected to leave out that she thought she already knew where the spire was based on a short-lived attempt at aerial reconnaissance before Elly urged her steed into a suicidal dive-bombing attempt that precluded more relaxed inspection. "And - it is good to meet another of our kind. It has been a very long time. Perhaps too long."
Nayru wasn't actually sure whether or not she regretted saying that, something she found interesting. It was more revealing than she had intended to be originally, but at the same time it seemed oddly appropriate. If she was lucky, perhaps any minor gaffes she committed during their conversation later would be seen as due solely to her rustiness in interacting with equals. Resolving to set her affairs in order as quickly as possible and settle her mind, Nayru inclined her head again, then made her way out of their meeting spot, intent on hunting down Zelphiam once more.
Similarly, while she wasn't sure that she regretted her actions - if the human had known the potential danger he was in, she was sure that he would have agreed - she certainly regretted the consequences that had come of them. If she had been able to multitask better, to give Zelphiam the attention he deserved as he spoke, perhaps she could have juggled both responsibilities and come out of the situation more adequately. Still, there was no point in self-recrimination for a past she could no longer alter. It was something to learn from, a mistake to avoid repeating in the future.
She ignored the tingling sensation as her dragonstone resonated with power she had kept bottled up for years, a very light flow of essence through her body reminding her keenly of her nature.
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Zelphiam Rinko
Myrmidon
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All who get in my way shall meet the same fate, death by my blade
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Post by Zelphiam Rinko on Dec 26, 2011 18:48:41 GMT -6
Zelphiam had stormed out of the weapons shop and started to walk around the town seeing what he could find for amusement. What was so important?! Was it that man that walked into the shop? Did she know him or something? Zelphiam walked for a bit before stopping and thinking to himself.
"What am I doing?" He asked himself as he kicked a rock across the ground. Zelphiam felt kind of bad for storming out the way he did but his anger got the better of him. The young man then walked outside of the town a bit and stopped by a river.
He sat along side it skipping rocks on the water, he remembered doing this when he was younger by the river near his home. It was a fun pastime when he was younger one of the only ones he had when he wasn't training. Zelphiam enjoyed being by the river watching fish swim by it was peaceful. He then looked to the right of himself and saw the town filled with busy people ignoring the good things in life, the peaceful things. No they just went about their lives working and socializing not taking a moment to embrace the beauty of this world.
If Nayru were to search for him this is where she would find him. He wondered what his mother was doing at a time like this, probably worrying about how her son was doing off on his own in this dangerous world. Zelphiam laughed a bit, she was probably worried sick by now and a surprise visit would do her well. For now he would sit there and cool off for a bit.
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Jasper
Wyvern Lord
[red]I still eat babies[/red][M:-1000]
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Post by Jasper on Dec 28, 2011 0:56:09 GMT -6
Jasper had left the group to feed his wyvern. Elisel had grown increasingly impatient and the sight of the pegasus being used as a less then capable beast of burden at the hands of it's very junior rider certainly didn't help him feel like he shouldn't be allowed to consume it for personal sustantanance. Jasper absent mindedly Watched tear apart the meat he had bought in the stables while sipping the beer he bought along with it.
His comrades loud voices came reached him all the way from the weapons store. in hindsight his overcautiousness about the political-situation seemed silly, there was every chance the fires of rebellion hadn't reached this place yet.
Forcing himself to relax, he finished his drink and left to get back to the main road. He supposed he till didn't know his comrades all that well and he should mitigate that. He had checked into the inn already so there wasn't anything else to do but pend time with them until sundown.
Trying to meet up with them in front the weapons shop, he walked out to the main road.
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Post by Nayru Al-Saiduq on Dec 28, 2011 7:29:54 GMT -6
The manakete had plenty of opportunities to wonder exactly why she continued to search for the bloody human during the next hour, forcing her way through crowds with the practiced ease of a professional entertainer, albeit with the occasional application of overpowering force to make her way through thicker clusters of villagers. It was actually quite pleasant to be on her own again - she had time to think, her attention focused only on her search and her thoughts, rather than splitting them between multiple inputs.
It was the thing about finishing what she'd started, Nayru had decided by the time someone actually pointed her in a useful direction. It was definitely not that the human's thoughts had proved unexpectedly intriguing, nor that she was at all curious about what little of himself he had shown her. Just the stubbornness speaking.
The irony of her train of thought was entirely lost on her.
The only thing of any real interest she could see in the vague direction the villager had gestured in was the river that provided the town with water, so assuming the swordsman hadn't gone gallivanting off the countryside - in which case she was certainly not going to waste her time investigating further - he was likely somewhere along the shore of the river, hopefully in plain site.
All in all, it was almost disappointing when she came across him skipping rocks on the river, looking almost serene for how grouchy and eternally pissed off the guy seemed to be. Made her feel a little bad for having expected worse, but the search had given her time to calm down from her initial irritation with Aerious, which meant that at least she wouldn't be visiting it on Zelphiam.
The manakete approached slowly, certain that he had already detected her guileless approach, but not particularly wanting to interrupt his concentration if he was focusing on something. It would be a poor way to reopen communications.
"Zelphiam? May I intrude?"
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NAYRU EDIT 1/10/2012: Ditching topic. Zelph, if you want to reply, I'd love to do a support with you - they have an interesting dynamic I'd like to explore further. If not, that's fine; easier to assume he just rebuffed her here in that case.
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