Nyroshea
Pupil
Why do you look at me with such disdain..?
Posts: 45
Profession: Illusionist, Aide of old Men, Tactician
Affiliation: Ilia | Order of Maltet
Affinity: Wind
Profile: Nyroshea
OoC Alias: Nyroshea
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Post by Nyroshea on Jan 17, 2015 17:47:08 GMT -6
A lovely morn draws in from a far off horizon cascaded by mountaintops. Accompanied by large fluffy billowy clouds, and a snowfield ever prominent below, it's as if the land was promised an eternity of "white" - a color revered as a symbol for holiness.
"The old sage who lives here, Grand Mysty, wears a lot of white too..."
A small voice whispers so subtly it had been masked beneath the ever breeze throwing the snow to and fro. Ah, yes, atop the cliffside there was a lone cabin facing in the direction of some mountain path. Secluded, isolated from the rest of the world. No, it was no uncommon for there to be segregated homes, in fact there were several scattered across the mountains whether they exist as checkpoints for travelers or abodes of sanctity for hermits. These small homes existed frequently enough that a person would find at least one in their life on complete accident.
The cabin was rather large, it's interior harbored but 6 rooms, though it was all amassed to a single story. On the exterior, long stacks of gray wood built the walls and support of the abode, dyed white with bits of frost, it almost looked like the home was a dying animal that had been frozen over. There were windows with uniquely crafted curtains, perhaps hand made, that cast shadows keeping wary eyes from peering inside. There was a front porch with stacks of wood on one end, and two chairs with a small table on the opposing. The table seemed to be the most unused as it had collected more dirt and snow than any other part of the home. It was almost a sin.
On one of the chairs sat a youth with long tresses of outlandish purple hair that draped his slim shoulders. Donning a dark garment to attract whatever sunlight was possibly around, his upper torso had been clothed by a blanket with designs similar to the curtains aforementioned. A gloved hand slips out, holding a fragile glass cup containing warm water -- it wasn't even tea, for his tongue could not withstand the bitter or flower flavors that most teas present themselves with. He lets out a sigh, taking in the warm fluid to draw out what ever coldness had slipped by his defenses.
How long has it been since I'ved moved up here? How long will it be before I can return? I'll probably never return, will I? That's fine. But what will I do if something bad happens to GrandMysty? I could be in so much trouble... How will anyone even know anyway? Am I supposed to tell somebody? Ahh, but I don't know anybody that well. Mister Mercenary might help. Or Miss Merchant. Oh, and that guy with the hat. Hey wait a minute. Aren't I supposed to make breakfast? No no I did that already... Blah... I want time to myself and every time I get it, I'm lonely. But then when I want time to be with GrandMysty, he just always does that thing with the voice and the dimentia. How long does he have left anyway?
The boy lets out another sigh, sipping from his cup. The silence while relaxing to many, was maddening to such a youthful vigor. He had few memories to reminisce upon when idle as he was not nearly old enough to retire. Quite the contrary actually, he was barely an adult, brushing just upon his early teen years. All he could concern himself with was a future he had been less than prepared for. Nay, he once thought he had a future secured with the troupe he had traveled for as many days as he could remember -- that this family would be all he'd need to dedicate his life too, and that it would be it. How things have changed! Since the day the Ringmaster received a notice from a mysterious stranger, the man whom Nyroshea looked upon to be his care taker for many years to come suddenly passes him the responsibility of looking after another at his premature age by dragging him off to a place far from familiar to him, with a creepy old man suffering through some kind of crippling ailment. And for what? -- All because of that note. Never in a hundred years would the violet haired youth had suspected that his entire existence would be turned around by ink on parchment.
It was just a bit depressing...
But this is the Ringmaster's father... I have to repay my debts to the one who took care of me for so long. I'll do my best...
For the past 2 months, Nyroshea was responsibly tending to the Hermit Sage's every whim. The endeavors were vast and many at first, but things began to slow as the sage began to heal. Though he would still inexplicably banter in tongues now and again, the steadying signs of improvement meant less work would be needed to be done. After spoon-feeding the old man a hearty breakfast of oats and warm milk, Nyroshea at last found time to be by himself.
"You've worked hard for me in the past two months. Even on your own time; I've seen you studying texts upon texts without rest... Why don't you take tomorrow off? This old geezer needs to stretch his legs a bit anyway. Hehehe..."
Nyroshea smiles faintly beneath his consistent sighing, recollecting upon those words. The sweet praises. Such a tiny expression of kindness meant the world to him. He knew in his heart that he should not leave the Hermit Sage unattended for too long. But even so, just being able to sit outside again, basking in nature -- it was pleasant. It made him a bit finicky, but it was a blessing all the same.
"Today is warmer than yesterday... Maybe it's a sign that I should wander out a little... Just a little bit. If I do wander out, I should take a little extra cloth in case the chill picks up again though..."
The contemplative nature of the boy caused him to stand up and walk inside, his pacing was delicate, so as to ensure he would not disturb the sage. Sneaking to the kitchen to abandon his cup, he'd double back towards his room and switch out the small cloth blanket for a larger one, also taking his favorite satchel in case he'd find anything worth collecting on his way back. He was ready and rearing for a day of exploration. Or he would be -- once he fetched his canteen -- Before leaving, he would place a small parchment on the door to his room reading "I've gone out. Your medicine's in the left cabinet under the spice jar. Don't eat my jelly beans! Remember, they're bad for your colon! -- Nyroshea"
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It would be best to start as early as possible, so that he could return by nightfall -- the dreaded nights were the most chilling after all. The sun had still been just on the horizon from it's rising, so there was plenty of time left before it would set. Ah the mountain air, there's quite nothing like it. Calming yet bracing; a rare paradox indeed. (Was it really?)
Tiny footprints made their way into the snow as the petite boy marched through. He took his usual path down the mountainside. Placing a palm on the stony textures to support his balance on the voyage down the craggy pathway.
A tiny smile forms on his face, as he ponders to himself, lost in thought. The walks always felt shorter when he kept himself occupied, even if it was in the crevice of his own mind. The world that surrounds him blurs, as he recollects upon nostalgic memories like a daydream. He'd even forgotten about the harsh could that annoyed him so a few moments ago.
"I'm always too comfortable with my skin, and somebody takes it away... If I deviate a little, then maybe..."
With eyes snapping back to consciousness, he takes a slightly awkward shift in the right of the path, turning towards the mountain forests...
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Sarria
Troubadour
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Profession: Wanderer
Affinity: Anima
OoC Alias: Sarria
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Post by Sarria on Jan 17, 2015 18:26:39 GMT -6
A young girl laid back on her pony, staring at the sky through the leaves as it trod onwards, with no particular direction. She was reciting the steps from the harvest dance she recently learned in her head, while her horse faithfully took her along an unknown path, evading trees. "Jewel, I'm gonna rest my eyes for a bit, make sure you find us somewhere to stay soon, okay?" The horse ignored her, being a creature unable to actually speak. Jewel was a smarter horse than most though, and to the people Sarria had met on her travels, Jewel likely looked like the brains of the two of them.
Step left, step right, raise arms while kicking legs sideways, then lower them. It was a pretty simple dance with a simple meaning: Celebration of the harvest and hope in another good harvest next year. It was the first dance that she had learned, and if she was really going to be serious about dancing, then she needed to master it and move on to the next. The only real problem being that she didn't know where to go to learn dancing. So, she let Jewel take the reins so to speak, letting the horse take her wherever until she found some kind of lead.
She yawned, stretching her limbs out from her perch atop the horse, before giving Jewel a little scratch behind the ears. "We're still in a forest girl? It feels like we haven't seen anybody else for hours..."
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Nyroshea
Pupil
Why do you look at me with such disdain..?
Posts: 45
Profession: Illusionist, Aide of old Men, Tactician
Affiliation: Ilia | Order of Maltet
Affinity: Wind
Profile: Nyroshea
OoC Alias: Nyroshea
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Post by Nyroshea on Jan 17, 2015 19:27:15 GMT -6
It was strange, how even here the wintery chills claim the wind. Navigating through the trees like a tunnel, it may have been even colder down here than up at the summit. Criffins! It's a good thing I packed a little extra heat~ the clever violette hummed to himself, taking a small leap down a ledge. The path was a lot rockier here than the usual paved passage most people took. Not really accustomed to it, it took some time for him to get his ground legs to work.
There was an unfamiliar sound accompanying the wind, a coo of a winter owl out in the day, it was a rare occasion. But then again, if there were people who liked to stay up late at night, maybe some owls enjoyed staying up late in the morning? With a whimsical shrug, the youth accepted it as a fact that animals were much like people -- the animals he knew so little about... Wait, there was something else in the distance. This sound was a familiar one, one he knew all too well. The clip-clopping sound of a horse trotting by. Where was it coming from? To the left? The right? Staying perfectly still, the youth listens to the forest.
"... Over there?" Nyroshea quietly moves in the direction of the sound, hunching over to keep a low profile. When he felt he was close enough, he pressed his hands against a nearby tree to peek over. There was some strangely clad girl perched upon a noble steed--pony. It was definitely a pony.
He anticipated her approach, but decided against it. It could be a brigand, after all. ... On the other hand, the person did not appear to have any idea as to where they were going, especially having taken the forest path. Maybe they were lost? On top of appearing clueless, they also looked ill prepared as far as his eyes could discern. It just wouldn't do at all! His lovely little forest tour would be ruined if he had to stop and redirect some denizens to the proper path to the settlement, but it was the right thing to do, he couldn't leave them for dead.
Gathering his courage, and a tiny puff of wind in his chest, he balled up his fist and made a steady movement, careful not to stagger over some stones and a branch, he stops several yards apart from the horse and stares it down to see if it will keep walking or come to a halt.
"H-hey, you there. Excuse me!" stammering just from speaking--oh how he was used to being silent to a point where even his own voice sounded foreign to him whenever it was speaking aloud. He reasserts himself, biting his lower lip as he puffed his chest out further. Placing both hands to his slender hips. "Are you lost? Most people don't come down this road, miss--mister--person." he hoped she would explain, though he himself had trouble discerning the title to use for her. Being from a troupe where people dressed however they wanted, he had trouble telling one gender away from the other -- yes -- perhaps he was oblivious to a majority of social norms that would otherwise be obvious to anybody else.
He wasn't terribly afraid of the horse, but he was wary of the one in back of it.
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Sarria
Troubadour
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Profession: Wanderer
Affinity: Anima
OoC Alias: Sarria
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Post by Sarria on Jan 17, 2015 20:25:32 GMT -6
Sarria heard someone addressing her, causing her to finally look forward, ahead of Jewel who had stopped walking. "Hmm? Hello there!" She smiled and waved at the girl who looked just a little younger than her. She listened to everything that the girl had to say while approaching slowly, but not getting too close. She looked down at her clothes. Mini skirt and tights. Pretty comfortable, although not the warmest thing she could be wearing. Most people would see that and just assume that she was a lady, but one could never really be too sure she guessed.
"The name is Sarria, miss, and I'm not really lost, I just... am not really going anywhere in particular either." She giggled, knowing that she must have sounded odd. "If you don't mind, I'm looking for the nearest place to stay for the night, poor little Jewel here has been walking all day and we haven't found a single thing besides animals." She pet Jewel's sides, although the horse tilted its head back at her somewhat aggressively.
She thought about the request for a second, and also decided that it would be a good idea to let the girl know who she was. "Um, I can do some work if I need to as well, light house work kind of work. Although, I guess I'm a dancer by trade, but I can heal too!" She waved the staff around, without much regard to its safety. "Do you know of any place I can stay at?"
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Post by Warren on Jan 18, 2015 1:09:59 GMT -6
Damn snow… Cold fluff is all it is. Sure, it’s pretty at first but a farmer’d know better. Couldn’t grow good crops here to save a life. All the water’d freeze up, wouldn’t sink into the ground where it’s needed. Can’t even imagine tillin’ the dirt… Hell. That’s what it’d be.
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Still. Jen grew up here. Made her the woman she was. Can’t complain about it all, I ‘spose.
"...-I can heal too!..."
Warren stopped trudging through the snow, and breathed in the cold air deeply. He looked forward at where he had previously caught sight of a clearing some distance ahead. Somehow he had lost the view in the trees, but he knew the general location where it should be. The spearman wanted to make his way there, but thought he heard a noise. It almost sounded like someone talking.
This would not be the first time hearing something not actually there. He got it a lot when he first decided to leave the road and travel straight into the forest. Warren did not know what compelled him to do so, but the impulse was a strong one. His heart never lied to him, and he actually welcomed the challenge of facing the wilds of Ilia. Despite the span of green and white that seemed to go on for an eternity, it was a beautiful country in its own right. The spearman could not help but respect the land for that quality.
Warren stayed still, listening to be sure the sound had not come from his mind…
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Nyroshea
Pupil
Why do you look at me with such disdain..?
Posts: 45
Profession: Illusionist, Aide of old Men, Tactician
Affiliation: Ilia | Order of Maltet
Affinity: Wind
Profile: Nyroshea
OoC Alias: Nyroshea
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Post by Nyroshea on Jan 18, 2015 14:45:31 GMT -6
As the stranger - apparently named Sarria - approaches, an uneasiness sets in causing the heavily clothed individual to step back a pace or two. Placing a palm just over his chest to keep the cloth in tow. Despite the obvious wariness, he somehow manages to flash a smile, in turn introducing himself; "My name is Nyroshea... It's nice to meet you... Oh, and Jewel too!" he added, making sure not to overlook the noble pony steed and hurt it's feelings. Gently waving towards it causing his long sleeves slip to his elbows. Even to there -- the gloves had extended. One might find that they may have even been shoulder high given a closer examination.
This girl's story was... unusual to say the least. She didn't know where she was going? Did she have some sort of amnesia? Maybe she's just insane? ... Well -- there wasn't a point to giving it much thought. As far as he could tell, most people just wander about aimlessly around these parts. Salvaging whatever loot their earth blesses them with and dragging it to random places such as this one to sell. Such was his logic anyway, he knew nothing of this lands poor agriculture and how the merchantry schedules it's marketing hours since the people weren't always the same. He thought it all occurred by some form of chance.
In any case, she seemed eager to pay her wages with physical labor, which was something he could empathize with greatly. Looking towards the cloudy sky just beyond the dark leaves dyed white in fluff, he seeks out the sun. "Well, there's still a few hours before the night falls... There's a settlement just down the road I came from. I'll show you the way back to it, I'm sure there's someone there willing to take you in." he spoke out optimistically, gesturing her to follow as he turned about tossing his long locks behind him as he lead the way onwards!
As he paced on, he would occasionally glimpse back to make sure she'd been following. Ah, travelling with a companion felt like a nostalgic dream. GrandMysty couldn't travel outside so much anymore, so his journeys were oft lonely and voided memories. "Say," he began to walk backwards with his arms folded behind his waist as he faced her, a little habit he picked up while on the road. "do you have any family around these parts? You look a bit young to be traveling alone." says the pot calling the kettle black... he wasn't any older, and on top of that he was far from equipped to be traveling these parts alone. "I don't mean to sound nosy... It's just not something I've seen other kids do before."
Turning to face the road once more, he began biting his upper lip as he surveyed the area around them... This place looked a bit different than he had expected it too... ... Ah, he knew what the path looked like coming down, but going back up blindly led him to a strange ridge overseeing more forests down below. Did he make a wrong turn? "...Ah, not this way... Sorry, I meant this way." he quickly scuffles in the right, walking back into more woods and as far away from that scary ledge as possible!
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Sarria
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Post by Sarria on Jan 18, 2015 15:52:00 GMT -6
Sarria smiled at the kind girl, she sure knew how to find nice people it seemed. "Pleasure to meet you, Nyroshea. Do you mind if I call you Nyro? That seems a lot easier to say to me." That was a lot easier of a nickname to come up with than the last few people she met. She directed Jewel to follow the girl, the horse seeming a bit pleased in Sarria's choice of company now. She already felt warmer, just thinking about having a place to stay at. She rubbed her knees and arms to warm them since she wasn't exactly keeping warm with her own movements.
She heard a twig snap nearby, and instantly assumed it was just a squirrel before returning her attention to Nyro's questions. "Family around here? Oh no, I'm not from Ilia, I'm from the Isles. I started travelling around as soon as I finished my magic schooling in Etruria. Soooo, I wouldn't exactly call myself a kid, really, I'm seventeen." She giggled about Nyro's question, was it really so odd that one like her was all the way out here? She couldn't help but giggle yet again, at her new friend's path finding skills. "Are you sure that you know the right way back?" Her words were meant to tease, not to be hurtful. "Why don't you just follow your footprints in the snow?" That really seemed like the easiest way to do it, if the girl was from the settlement that she was talking about.
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Post by Warren on Jan 18, 2015 16:26:36 GMT -6
Silence. He was greeted with silence. Warren let his mouth fall into a frown. He had built up a moment's worth of hope and had it dashed in the same amount of time. The spearman decided to continue his trek forward to where he last glimpsed the clearing. He let his armor on his legs break through the deeper snow rather than stride forward. Maybe his disappoint was dragging him down more than it ought to, but three days alone would do that to you.
So does a year of murder.
Warren stopped. The thought left him almost dazed. He had no idea where it had come from. Yeah, he knew that could he could a bit crass at times. He spent more than enough time with the mercenaries in Lycia, and their language was more than enough to gray his hairs. But the thought was more than just a string of curses directed towards his mother. He felt something cold in those words. It hurt him more than he cared to admit.
Within a few minutes he found the clearing he had seen. Or what he thought was a clearing. It looked more like a path; one leading upwards and the other leading downwards. But what stuck him as very interesting was the tracks. Warren identified them as a footprints from two humans, and a horse. Now he was starting to feel that hope again. If he figured right, three people wouldn't be too intimidated by a single man. All he had to do was open up a bit, share his story of how he had been traveling forests of Ilia for a few days.
Looking towards where the tracks were heading, he lifted his head up and bellowed, "HEEEYOOO THEEERE!"
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Nyroshea
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Why do you look at me with such disdain..?
Posts: 45
Profession: Illusionist, Aide of old Men, Tactician
Affiliation: Ilia | Order of Maltet
Affinity: Wind
Profile: Nyroshea
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Post by Nyroshea on Jan 19, 2015 12:26:12 GMT -6
Footprints. That strange word bounced back and forth in his head like a ball in a ping-pong session. Sure he knew what a foot was, and a print, but he'd never heard the two words combined so scrutinously before. Did his foot leave a trail of ink behind it?! How dare they?! Waisting such a precious resource was a punishable offense, and by littering it on the ground? Even more deplorable! ... In spite of his over-active mental scorning, his eyes merely glance downwards to his feet. Quietly lifting them from the ground to take a peek... He realizes he had been leaving his mark in the ground -- but not so much with ink. 'Oh, those were footprints. I always called them holeyfeet.' he thought to himself, a bit embarrassed by both his own naivete and how simple the solution had actually been. "Ah, I'm sorry. That does sound like it would be more resourceful, doesn't it?" with an embarrassed laugh, he brushes the back of his head. His eyes bolt into the ground, following the steps back to the designated path.
He couldn't believe she was older than him, though she did have that air of experience about her--and air of experience was signified the fact that she was independent and had her own horse that may or may not have been stolen. "Ah, Nyro's fine by the way. Even "you" would be fine. Hahah~ Ah.... ah?!" fumbling forward, the violette collapses onto his knees, catching himself with his hands in the cold snow before his face would fall over. There was a strange sort of yelling echoing over from where they'd been. Even with gloves on, the griping cold would start to burn his hands, urging him to push himself up to rebalance himself in the snow.
"What was...? Hello?" he snaps his head in the direction of the yelling, just behind of his newfound comrade. This voice was more gruff and deep than hers, it probably belonged to a guy--but he couldn't be sure. Never one to assume, as the person came in to view he wasn't sure if they should stand there or run for their lives. ... He looked like one of the mercenary that often came to town. That in itself was enough for Nyroshea to act familiar towards the adult. Waving for him to come over.
There sure are a lot of people lost in the woods today. Maybe I should put signs in there some day...
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Sarria
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Post by Sarria on Jan 19, 2015 21:36:04 GMT -6
Sarria pulled softly on Jewel's reins, leading the horse back to their tracks while Nyro looked around for the first set. "Yep, that's me! Resourceful and stuff." It seemed pretty obvious to her, not really resourceful. But whatever, a compliment was a compliment.
She scratched her head idly, wondering what kind of place this girl was from while she talked about names. "Yu, huh? I think that's a cute name. You're right, Nyro is an odd name, so I'm gonna call you Yu then." She wasn't sure where the girl got a nickname like "Yu" from, but it sounded cuter in her head than "Nyro" did. Some people didn't even use their names for nicknames, so it was entirely possible that the girl had always been known as Yu and only introduced herself to people as Nyroshea.
Suddenly, another person approached them, a man this time. Sarria perked up, smiling and waving at the man. "Hello traveler! My name is Sarria and this here is Nyroshea, but she's fine with being called 'Yu.' We're on our way to a village nearby, want to join us?" The new comer looked a bit older than them, but he didn't at least appear to be a bandit, more like a militiaman. Either way, the girl seemed a bit shy with just Sarria around, so she would have to be the one to be friendly and open with others. After all, if wolves or bandits attacked them while they were roaming around out in the woods, they needed somebody who could fight at least.
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Post by Warren on Jan 20, 2015 3:58:35 GMT -6
Whispering a few words of gratitude to the divine, Warren saw the two figures ahead of the trail and began making his way forward. He felt hope with each step taken, but he could not shake the nervous fear of rejection. Though he had no reflection to take notice of his appearance, Warren knew his attire was not welcoming. His armor was darker than most, and did not shine like most other plates worn by soldiers and knights in and around Laus. Though he was taller and had a more lean physique, Warren’s strength was evident. Not only that, his recent additions to his clothes made him look even bulkier. The thicker vestments of wool gave him a beefy presence, and the dark woolen cloak draped across him seemed more daunting than delightful. He certainly hoped his first happening across people would end well.
Continuing his approach with the help of his lance as a walking stick, he peered forward against the white setting to see exactly who these people were. From a distance they seemed like regular folk to Warren. But as he closed the distance he could see details, and the spearman soon realized that the two before him were rather small and feminine. The one with darker hair seemed to be of average height for a woman, but the girl with the longer purple hair seemed so tiny. Was she but a child? Were the two mother and daughter?
Getting closer, Warren realized the girl was not a child.
The spearman was inhaling to prepare his introductions, but promptly shut his trap when the dark haired girl spoke. Not only did he get both of their names outright, but an invitation as well? Warren knew better than to question his luck, and breathed a sigh of relief. Out of appreciation and courtesy, he gave his own introductions.
“Well, my name’s Warren. And it’s a pleasure to meet you Sarria, and you s’well Nyroshea. I’m just a travelin’ man tryin’ to make m’way through this world. If your companion’d allow me to accept that offer you made Sarria, I’d most certainly travel with you. Ts’up to you though, Nyroshea.”
The spearman gave a hopeful and kind smile to both of the ladies.
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Nyroshea
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Why do you look at me with such disdain..?
Posts: 45
Profession: Illusionist, Aide of old Men, Tactician
Affiliation: Ilia | Order of Maltet
Affinity: Wind
Profile: Nyroshea
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Post by Nyroshea on Jan 20, 2015 13:24:00 GMT -6
The violette's lips scrunch up as his eyes scroll over, tracing just the hem of Sarria's cloth trying not to make direct eye contact, but generally shot an expression whispering 'Really?!' towards her. It's not that he particularly minded, but he never actually expected her to go along with the entitlement of 'you' or Yu in this case. It should have been a rhetorical remark not taken so seriously--perhaps she was simply too literal... Shrugging it off, he brought his attention back to the man who seemed to want to join them.
This man was clad in darkness, but he seemed pretty kind. What sort of message was he trying to convey to them in that attire? Nyroshea was taught that one's outfit is to be a form of expression -- a gateway not only to enhance ones outer self but to reveal one's inner self as well. So naturally he could only wonder why this man had this cold air to him... Was it loss? A seek of retribution? Ah, such complicated things were just short of the childs grasp and yet he decided to let it go and accept the man. That accent was something a few of the merchants and some small sum of others in the settlement shared. If nothing else, it was homely to listen to. With a light nod, and a sway of the hand, Nyroshea instructs, "You can follow us both..." it felt odd, having an adult asking for -- generally anything -- rather than giving him an order. It gave the youth a compelling feeling. "I can show you to the settlement... If you want. It's so strange..." he babbled on "This was my first time going to the woods instead of down to the market. But here I am, going down there again anyway. It's like fate or something. N-not that I mind... I like helping people out."
His eyes scrolled towards a ledge on the trails side, looking up, he realized there were more trees up there than he had thought. How much timber did this land really have? People couldn't grow food here, but they could definitely construct homes for eons on an end...
"Hey Miss Sarria, is your horsey strong enough to carry two people? I think Mister Warren looks a bit tired." he asked as they made their way from the soil, to a more stoney path. The settlement on the bottom of the mountain was in the clearing from here, just a good walk away it was! He didn't particularly make the offer to put more pressure onto Jewel, but he may have noticed Warren using his lance as a walking stick. Which could mean his legs were worn and not at their best form. How long has he been out here, alone? Longer than this girl, maybe? Come to think of it, why was he here? Sarria didn't have a reason, allegedly, and now this man appeared. He must be a more logical sort... But could he even ask an adult anything? Biting his lip, he withdraws his breath -- cancelling out his curiosity beneath a low grunt.
It was just a tad unsettling... But it wasn't his business anyway, right?
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In silence, he took in the usual trail he'd been accustomed to seeing on the way down. Snow littered mountains, the roofs of homes just over the summit. And an occasional pegasi in the sky, most likely delivering some supplies or another. How life flows one by, unchanging, it continues turning on it's side. The only difference in this instance is that he had people to share his daily routine with.
Twas a subtle change for most, but it was drastic enough for him to leave him humming a small melody.
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Sarria
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Profession: Wanderer
Affinity: Anima
OoC Alias: Sarria
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Post by Sarria on Jan 20, 2015 22:50:41 GMT -6
"You hear that, Yu? We have a full travelling party already! It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Warren." The man didn't seem to be walking terribly well, but as long as he didn't ask for help from her healing staff, she wasn't going to offer it. She enjoyed helping people, but she was not fond of actual healing, just the thought of a wound being sown up was making bile rise in her throat.
She quickly distracted herself with Nyroshea, looking at the young girl. "Isn't it cool that you met two people and you get to help them both out? I was starting to get bored keeping all of my thoughts to myself anyways." She felt comfortable talking around people, so she wasn't fond of the fact that there weren't many around her all of the time, but at least Jewel filled in some of the white space.
Yu asked about Jewel's carrying capacity, a question Sarria hadn't even considered. "Well, Jewel isn't the strongest horse, but I bet she could carry the two of us, but we'd both have to be walking for her to carry Mr. Warren here. He looks quite a bit heavier than both of us, no offense Mr. Warren." Muscles always weighed more than not-muscles, and Warren seemed to beat the two girls out in that department. "I think I'll leave it up to Mr. Warren whether or not he needs the horse ride. I really don't mind, I'm going to stretch my legs when we get there anyways."
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Post by Warren on Jan 21, 2015 0:34:05 GMT -6
“Well, thank you for allowing me to come ‘long. And the pleasure’s all mine,” he said to the ladies with a warm tone. The spearman was more than pleased to finally be in someone’s company, and actually enjoyed listening to the smaller of the ladies ramble on about helping. Listening to her voice was actually soothing in comparison to the silence of the forest. But as she spoke, Warren couldn’t help but detect something in her voice. She sometimes did not sound so feminine. But who was he kidding? He hadn’t heard the sound of a lady’s voice in ages. Chances are, he probably forgot how they sounded in the first place.
Think you’ll forget how Jen and Windi sounded, too?
The spearman forced the thought out of his head fast. Not here, not with newfound travelers.
It didn’t take long before the Nyroshea and Sarria took notice of his current use of the spear. He didn’t mean to keep it out to walk with, as he could always restring it to his side. Despite that, Warren knew he was tired. Trudging through deep snow for a few days did that to you. But as they spoke about the option for him to ride the horse, the spearman knew such an offer couldn’t be accepted. Especially imagining riding into any village with two girls walking beside him. The very notion didn’t sit right with him at all.
“I truly do ‘preciate the offer, but I couldn’t do that. A few days through the snow may tucker me out some, but I’ll manage just fine. Beside, being the lug I am, ‘may just squish the poor fella.” He chuckled lightly at his joke, knowing full well the horse could carry him and his gear.
There seemed to be a moment of silence after a while of walking, and Warren took that moment as an opportunity to get better acquainted with Nyroshea and Sarria.
“Y’know… After the time I spent out ‘ere, I can’t imagine why anyone else would want to put themselves up against this cold. What brings you gals out in the forest anyways? Lookin’ for a bit o’ adventure?”
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Sclaevinius
Mage
Sometimes it's difficult to tell the difference between courage and recklesness...
Posts: 15
Profession: Pyromancer, Bard
Affinity: Fire
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Post by Sclaevinius on Jan 21, 2015 11:59:09 GMT -6
Sclaevinius, wrapped in his cloak, walked on snow covered fields, leaving footprints behind him; he didn't allow cold winds to discourage him to enter Ilia, despite the fact he wasnt used to cold, mainly because Etruria is much warmer and he always prefered fire over ice. He also knew very well that fire is great servant, but bad master, as it is used for survival and good of mankind, but also for destruction....
As he was walking and shivering a bit while having a hood covering his face, he noticed a forest and walked towards it. He hoped to not encounter bandits or thieves, since what kind of persons wears only pants, and prefers to be outside on this cold? Walking deeper into the forest, he suddenly noticed a small group of people and a pony. Group consisted of a small purple haired girl, a bit taller black haired girl on a pony and a tall red haired man holding a spear as a walking stick and wearing thick armor. They seem like a small family that is traveling from town to town, or a group of travelers; he wasnt sure, and shivering didn't help either.
He slowly walked towards them, keeping his face hidden in his hood as he finally spoke up: "Good day, people. Are you lost or are you going somewhere?" He sniffled a bit, afraid that he may caught a cold, but he wasnt bothered by that. He stood still looking at them, waiting for a response.
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