Marle Daviau
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The Lance of the North
One word of encouragement, One person believing in me, It's all I need to become stronger.
Posts: 436
Illia Fame: 2
Affinity: Ice
OoC Alias: Marle
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Post by Marle Daviau on Jun 10, 2015 22:21:17 GMT -6
There was little care in Marle's eyes. She remains silent, however, letting the man pour his heart, perhaps his soul into his conviction of proving the young knight wrong. She was in no position to stop him, she had wronged him, but in her mind, she just couldn't care all that much. Losing family was a terrible thing. She had lost too, but she wasn't about to go sharing her own insecurities of her past about it. She was not going to cope with the man and re-assure him. She had just met Tiz, and this wasn't the greatest of interactions between new found company already, why aggravate it? The thing that probably irked Marle the most, was the fact that the man wasn't talking about first hand experience. he didn't say he was there. he was making a sob story over stories and pain of others. This wasn't well received. She had lost more personally than this man. Crying did not bring anything back, but being stone help? She found herself asking this, almost pre-occupied.
However, she was surprised to see Tiz start walking away. If she were in his shoes, the knight would have done the exact same thing, it was the only way to save face. She watched him go, she could afford him that much. After he was beyond hearing range, she finally addressed Zerene, whom she did not mean to ignore this entire time.
"I am...sorry for that. I am poor company to keep." She said rather matter-of-factly to the younger girl, rubbing the back of her head. She was embarrassed, somewhat by this type of altercation, but she kept herself poised. Looking to the wyvern once again, regarding it, she couldn't say that this behavior wasn't expected. It's not like it was a horse or pegasus. When a wyvern wanted to do something, she couldn't even imagine how you discipline something that big, let alone control. "I know people who can relate to that kind of hardship, about your mount, that is."
Bringing that hand from behind her head, she soon cupped her cheek, and immediately wished she hadn't. The glove was cold to the touch with the leather-lined gloves well worn on the outside, it was almost as cold as her armor. Lowering it down to rest her hands on her hips, she took a quick glance around. The day was getting short, but not quickly enough.
"I'm about to be leaving this place soon myself. There is news to the west of here and I wish to see what it entails. I am sorry to be curt with you." That was pretty broad, but rumors were abound, perhaps if the girl had been in Ilia log enough, she might have heard of them. "Is there something I could possibly help you with? If it's in the realm of my knowledge, I'll see what I can do."
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Zerene
Wyvern Rider
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Affinity: Ice
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Post by Zerene on Jun 12, 2015 12:32:34 GMT -6
Zerene's eyes widened as the swordsman went on to tell about Ostia's fall. She wasn't there, but the news still reached her ears. She thought that Bern would offer more aid to the poor region, but they had too much problem on their own plate. It seemed that it was more important to figure out Bern's own situation. She was formerly a loyalist, and she still believed that debts must be repaid even if it meant swallowing their damn pride. At the very least she was happy to disagree against her grandfather on that point.
Arman returned to her when the man left, pressing his head against her thigh. The cold was horrible, but he tolerated it. Zerene always warmed him before sleep after all. He eyed the armored woman curiously and he knew she wasn't as friendly as the other man. He cautiously clawed at the snow below eager to move out of the cold.
Zerene stiffened again as the man stomped off and away from the argument, but she had no intention to cause any sort of tension. The usual hate was bad enough, she had no plans to stoke any more fire. She honestly felt guilty as though she had made a mess of the whole situation herself. Before she could make some word of her own, he was gone. Looking over at Marle, her pale face flushed as a child would get when scolded.
"I'm sorry, I really didn't mean to cause any trouble, but thank you for any help you can offer," she replied, perking up ever so slightly.
"Not at all, you've been more than accommodating so far, I'm unfamiliar with the town, but if possible I would like to examine the graveyard or someone familiar with past resident names," she requested.
"Also if possible, I hope I can also be allowed to camp in the outskirts," she continued, the second request not too certain. She had been driven out of towns before, not even able to restock. The two of them could use proper bedding and sleep, but she doubted anyone would allow it, not during these times.
"I don't have much funds remaining, but if you'd like I'm also heading west, so I can provide a little extra security, for your journey when you leave." she offered, hoping this compensation would be enough.
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Marle Daviau
General
The Lance of the North
One word of encouragement, One person believing in me, It's all I need to become stronger.
Posts: 436
Illia Fame: 2
Affinity: Ice
OoC Alias: Marle
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Post by Marle Daviau on Jun 12, 2015 23:19:22 GMT -6
Marle gave a quick raise of her brow, and merely shrugged. the girl was continuing to apologize for things that weren't necessarily her fault. Did she seem that mean, perhaps? A good possibility. She hadn't really been happy of late. Tapping her fingers on her hip, she just gave a grin, the knight taking her time to look around the town. She had been here for what...a month or so? if Zerene had known this, it would be clear that Marle knew just as little about the town as the wyvern rider. She merely used her limited fame to allow things to run smoothly when she wanted.
"Don't worry too much about things you can't control." It was pretty true. The girl just got here, things had started up, and the issue with Tiz, well, that was her own fault. She acknowledged that much. With the words about the graveyard, well, that could help, but was this the girl's plan? To visit every little village to find what she was looking for? That would be...an awkward and probably long quest. Most people lived solitary lives outside of settlements, and had their own dead buried out by where they lived. It could still help, if that's what the girl was looking for, someone who already passed.
"The graveyard here is pretty small, the village has only been around for...not that long really. I can show you on the way out of town, as I'm heading in that direction myself. If you would like to camp outside of town, well, that's up to you. Once you're outside the village limits, people tend to not care, but you'd probably want to keep your friend there in a place that is out of the cold. The place I'm staying is of a relative's. it's a couple miles out of town, and he has a stable where he keeps his horses for when he's preparing for a trip. It should be big enough for your wyvern, so long as he doesn't rampage about."
That would be something though. Her uncle would be quite...unhappy. That thought amused her, though it shouldn't. Still, a small smile cracked on her lips, before pondering that offer, but that was backwards, wasn't it? Why would this girl want to pay, to be her travelling companion. That's what she meant, right? No no, that would be silly. Still, it would be nice, to at least travel with someone who wasn't unpleasant.
"If you would like to travel with me, that's up to you. I will not say no, but I leave tomorrow morning. I don't really want to stay here any longer. Quiet life doesn't really suit me, in the end."
If Zerene was looking for Marle's blessing, well, this was the closest she would get.
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Zerene
Wyvern Rider
Posts: 31
Affinity: Ice
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Post by Zerene on Jun 18, 2015 11:09:21 GMT -6
Zerene blinked, was she just offered a proper place to house Arman? It had been a long while since the wyvern was able to rest in a stable. Quite a number of people were extremely reluctant to let something with such sharp claws and fangs with their horses in the first place. Ilians didn't seem to want them anywhere close and she only camped where she was allowed. So of course Zerene jumped at the chance.
"If you're willing to, I promise Arman won't cause any trouble," she replied, absolutely elated by the offer. The wyvern noticed this and began to run around the two in a large circle excitedly. He wasn't completely sure about the details of why his partner was so happy, but he knew a cheerful girl when he saw one. He even went and got quite close to the scary armored woman, who was apparently not as frightening as he originally thought.
"Thank you, I swear Arman would be as quiet as a kitten," Zerene promised. The at the word of a kitten, it let out soft chirping noises like a birds. There weren't many birds to hunt out in Ilia though, but he did learn to imitate a few of them. He made a variety of new sounds from the regional fowl. When he was done, he began making a hacking noise that was his usual cheerful laugh.
"Err, I mean as quiet as a songbird?" she defended, smacking the wyvern on the nose with a slap of hand. It only made him laugh even more, playfully licking the girl's face.
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Marle Daviau
General
The Lance of the North
One word of encouragement, One person believing in me, It's all I need to become stronger.
Posts: 436
Illia Fame: 2
Affinity: Ice
OoC Alias: Marle
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Post by Marle Daviau on Jun 18, 2015 12:23:03 GMT -6
Marle gave a nod, but she let her eyes linger on the wyvern for a time, stdying how it reacted to Zerene's mood. It was interesting. A person's mount, be it pegasus, wyvern, or even the regular horse was said to react in such ways that befitted their rider. She grinned, almost smiling at this revelation. The two probably were as inseparable as Zerene had mentioned. That would be good in a fight, but it would be even harder should one of them perish. Like a lover's remorse over a dead loved one. She had seen that too, and would probably see much more of it with the way the world was.
Her thoughts did not linger on such things, turning back towards more cheery things, like the two infront of her. Marle gave a shrug in regards to Zerene's comments of Arman being silent. She was staying far enough out of town that the thing could bellow incessantly and it would bother no one in town. "That's alright. There's also no horses inside the stable, so he'll have it all to himself." The knight began to walk, without really mentioning anything. They were lingering when they could be walking and talking. She walked straight out of town, not really wanting to be near this village any longer. She wasn't much for chitchat, mostly because she didn't know how to engage in it. A hand resting on her blade's hilt, with the other swinging at her side, the knight noted the weather, clear aside from dotted clouds, and not too cold out, well, not too cold for Ilian standards.
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It took some time to get out of town by foot, a few hours of walking. She was used to this, long marches that is. She hadn't really paid much mind to anything during the rather short trip. Seeing the small house in the distance between the trees, Marle outstretched her arm and pointed. "Well, here we are."
The building was sturdy, but not pretty. Stone foundation with log walls and thatched roof. It was a bit of a mismatch to the eyes in the different ways of building it. Still, it was cozy. Pulling her pack up a bit more so it didn't slump her form so much, Marle gave Zerene a look, and then started towards her house. "Come on." She passed into the clearing from the roadway, off to the side a stable in looks of needing repair, but the roof was solid. This wasn't her house, but she did her best to maintain it, with her limited knowledge of carpentry she had witnessed from her uncle. It was obvious what she had fixed up, as they were more akin to patching a gaudy fabric to an old coat.
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