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Post by Drei on Apr 25, 2015 16:59:44 GMT -6
His first days in Bulgar hadn't gone as he had planned. Resting within a small cot in a medical building because the healer insisted. It was rubbish in his opinion. Drei hadn't been treated differently because of his age in a long time. The woman had accepted his coin to tend his wound but while healing it had detected his bodies fatigue. There was a weight upon his body that had no direct coloration to the brigands wound. A single glance at his robes and his shadow tome had been all the woman needed to know. She had forced him to remain within one of the beds in the clinic and rest. It was free lodging sure, but it effectively wasted the entire day. However, as Drei left the clinic with a coin-purse now a bit lighter he knew it would be easier to move around. Sure his wounds weren't entirely mended; but they were healed enough combined with his rest that he could freely move about once again.
The Shaman's snowy white hair stuck out sorely in the daylight as he moved through the crowded trade town. It was a bit....to much. He didn't like all the commotion and noise. In a bit of a sense of claustrophobia, Drei shifted from the center of town and slowly slid off inbetween houses to find a smaller grove like opening where a few people idled about. Here he could rest by sitting down and gathering his thoughts. He had to find his father's old friend, a merchant within the town. However that would take a bit most likely because their'd be quite a few shops to try. Did he really have anything else to do that day though..? Not really. It was decided. He'd rest for a few minutes, sitting idle beneath a tree; and in time he'd get up and begin his search.
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Post by Mila on Apr 26, 2015 8:21:42 GMT -6
Mila was fortunate to have found an empty training ground. It was a little out of the way from the main road of the city. The woman who was renting it out said that the mage could practice to her heart content. It seemed word was spreading on how they survived being accosted on the road. Probably due to young Timmy's stories. It was all a normal day in the life of the young mage.
Though she like the rest of her comrades should have been resting, she opted to train. She needed to see if the bump on her head threw anything off. Like she knew serious head injuries did things to certain motor skills. Some cases even effect memory and speech. Though a bump to her head shouldn't cause something as damaging she still wanted to make sure.
She took an old unused cook pot that was lying around and put it on the head of a wooden spike. She gathered some small rocks and began to throw it at the "head" of her target. The "brrrring" or "ding" of the rocks hitting the pot filled the air. With each successful hit she took a step back until she was out of rocks. She was about halfway between potted pike and wooden fence before she began concentrating.
Soon an orb of fire graced her palms and then she thew it at the pot. There was not a satisfactory ringing noise as was with the rocks, but she could faintly see the charred bits of the pot glowing. The mage kept this up. Shifting her position and casting while moving. She did this 10 times and hit the metal 7 times. About average.
She held her head. Her head felt like it was being squeezed by an unknown force. The pain started from her forehead all the way to the back of her head, then down to her neck. She walked over to the crates which were near the fence towards the road and sat down. She rubbed her eyes and looked up. She could see a familiar figure nearby. She waved at him.
"Hey shaman guy!"
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Post by Drei on Apr 26, 2015 9:33:19 GMT -6
Ding~ Drei opened a single eye. Amber hued gaze found the blue haired mage from before throwing...rocks? At a cooking pan? He wouldn't bother to ask. He closed his eye again as he heard the echoing rings become annoyingly louder. Perhaps it wasn't that they were...louder per say? Perhaps it was just that now that his mind associated a cause to such effects it would take more notice into it. Either way, he secretly hoped it would stop soon. Maybe she'd run out of rocks. Maybe the pot will explode. Then she'd have nothing to throw them at. Well. That was an unpleasant thought. Perhaps he was still a bit bitter from the mage having abruptly attacked him as their first introduction. It was a great first impression, surely. How did you meet your friend? She tried to burn me alive. Internally he shook his head a bit to clear the thoughts. He had no real reason to be in a negative mindset. After-all. He was in Bulgar. The closest thing to a definitive home he'd have since he'd spent so much time here growing up.
He loved everything about Sacae. The climate, the landscape, the people. It was refreshing just relaxing and enjoying the day. Then he heard a combustion sound as his thoughts were disrupted once more. Okay, he was joking. He didn't actually want her or the pot exploding! Cracking an eye open again hesitantly he noticed it was just her shooting sphere's of flame to the pot. Never mind. She was not exploding; though the pot might have if she kept that up or if sh-Ding! Annnd there was the noise again. Time to pretend to be meditating more.
However not a minute later he heard her shouting towards "Shaman Guy" and could deduce no one other than He occupying that title in the vicinity. Since he was the only other person there. Once again, a single eye eased open as the ashen haired shaman acknowledged the waving girl. A half grin broke through his expression as he tried to forget the fact that he would soon be meeting a friend of his fathers. It was a bit of a rush; even if he had to find the man first. That was his business though so he'd keep it to himself. "Hello..err..Mila was it? "
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Post by Mila on Apr 26, 2015 12:32:02 GMT -6
She approached the young shaman who was under a nearby tree. Each step she took was dizzying. But she did her best to maintain her composure. When she finally arrived towards the young man her face was slightly paler then usual. She would maintain her cheerful disposition. The shaman acknowledged her.
"Hey shaman guy. How are you feeling? Sorry about having to bail once we dropped you off. Heh.. had to complete the job and all." She hoped the young man wouldn't take that too hard. She assumed that since he was sitting down under the tree he had at least seen the healer.
"You alright? How's the gash?" Her voice had some concern. She knew what happens to wounds that have not been treated properly. Untreated wounds lead to infection which can lead to death. There was a small frown on her face as she recalled her parents sitting in their death beds. Black and green pus oozing out of the wounds on their skin. Their faces pale and sweaty due to fever. And how she and her brother stayed with them until their final moments. She pushed that thought out of her mind. Shaman guy didn't look too bad considering his injury.
The pain in her head lingered. Until finally she could feel a warm liquid run down her face that stemmed from her nose. She put a finger to it and noticed the blood. Ah crap not again. She over did it with her casting. Quickly she pinched her nose and took a seat. Welp guess i'm going to stay here like this for a bit.
"Ignore my nose. Ignore the funny voice. Ignore my head tilt. Pretend it's normal. I kinda over did it trying to practice while recovering from my own injury. It'ill pass." Her voice was funny since she was pinching her nose.
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Post by Drei on Apr 26, 2015 14:17:23 GMT -6
Drei gazed at her, a single eyebrow arched as she apologized. For...doing her job? he was unsure why she apologized when it was something she was payed to do. He and Samantha had simply..showed up to help. The shamans gaze shifted as he observed her while her nose began to bleed. She seemed to pick up on it soon enough, even knowing how to handle it as she pinched her nose and took a spot near him in the grass. The ashen hair boy chuckled a bit before looking to the grass near his feet. A chuckle? Perhaps Bulgar was nicer than he had remembered. No, it wasn't really that. Here, he would not just have his father's tome to remember them by. Other people, living beings were here who he could talk to about his parents. Then he'd figure out what to do with himself. Where to go maybe even. That excited him. Soon maybe he'd have a purpose, or know what to do.
"You've nothing to be sorry for. It's not as if we joined your journey from the beginning. We sort of..appeared. As for how am I feeling...better now. My wound has since healed, thank you for asking. I am still a bit tired but happy to be in Bulgar. It's been a long time since I've been back."
The shaman gazed down at the twin open palms upon his knees. Slowly, he began to focus. Tuning out the world around him as his digits twisted lightly to curl inwards. Then he unfurled them. Cupping and uncupping his hands as he let his essence channel through them. Small wisps of shadow danced from his finger tips before the energy became a palpable form of twin shadowy sphere's. Inky black nether essence formed as the orbs swelled within his palms. It was like stretching after working out. Preventing the body from recoiling in it; or in this case the mind. Drei chuckled a bit before extending his finger tips with a calm expression on. Lifting his hands the twin orbs began to spin slowly around one another as if dancing.
It truly was nice to be back. Just like home even. He could enjoy his art, and it was as if his family was still there near by..watching him. However after a few moments of quietly manipulating the dark orbs; Drei withdrew them to his palms only to close his palms and quietly undo their essence. Drei turned quietly to observe and tilted his head as Amber hues lingered upon the girl. "Be glad you are unharmed though. Things could have turned out far worse. Far...Far worse. "
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Post by Mila on Apr 26, 2015 15:09:26 GMT -6
"You have nothing to be sorry for." Mila thought differently. She had to at least say sorry for being rude. Sure she had a job to do but it wouldn't sit well with her if she didn't at least say sorry and thankyou.
"None sense, Shaman guy. It would have been rude of me not to apologize for taking off." She said with a bit of a smile.
"Oh trust me i'm glad! I'm glad I am uninjured. Mostly. I know it could have been far worse." Her mind rolled with the thoughts of what could have been. Mostly likely she would be someone's slave. Been forced to do horrible things that she would not want to do. The thought of being someone's disposable property sent shivers down her spine. Shivering with a bloody nose was probably not for the best.
"I did not look forward to a life of slave-etude." She looked him for a moment.
"Back? You from Bulgar or something?" She asked with some curiosity in her voice. It had been several moments since the nosebleed. She took a moment to examine her nose. It seemed that the bleeding had stopped. From one of her pockets she pulled out a handkerchief and carefully wiped off the excess blood off her face.
"This is my first time here in Bulgar." She spoke in case of he was wondering. She breathed a small sigh of relief. Her head was still hurting. She would have to drink some good tea for that. The mage undid her pony tail in order to relieve some of the pressure on her head. Ah, that feels better. She looked at the shaman's palms and of the swirling shadows. She did not know much about dark magic. Except that it was one of the strongest of all the magics, effective against anima, and weak to light magic.
"Hey that's.. pretty cool. The way you make the shadows dance like that on your palm." She stared at the dark orbs for a moment before the young shaman made them disperse.
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Post by Drei on Apr 26, 2015 18:15:22 GMT -6
"We may have to disagree on the rudeness matter of it then, but know I do not consider it rude; so you've nothing to apologize for Mila. " He tilted his head as he gazed to her before commenting further. "Slavery is a poor fate to be given. Let's be thankful such things didn't transpire. Ah...sort of. I used to come here often. My family and I traveled alot; and Bulgar was where we stopped before and after each trip. Especially after the trip from Nabata was I grateful to be here..where it's not scorching hot. "
It was true. The place had a lot of sentimental value to him. He was a very sentimental person over-all. Perhaps evidence need only be looked towards in the form of his father's Ruin Tome which rested in the boy's traveling pack at his lodging. Though she was sitting, the boy heard her comment upon the dancing shadow as he stood and chuckled a bit. While he spoke, he moved to the area she had been training and removed the wooden stick and Pot. "It's a good place to rest. To resupply, and generally enjoy. A good to place to live I'd assume, though I'd never be able to personally love somewhere so crowded. "
He settled the stick into the ground. Slowly and carefully he placed the pot atop it once more as she had; only this time taking small seemingly fragile cups from within his pocket. Three of them and placed them atop it. Usually he needed to borrow a candle or torch to practice as he was about to; but with her magic this would be easier. In the shade of the tree, with the large branches and leaves blocking the sun the fire would be much more noticeable as a light source. He spoke after a moment, looking to the turquoise haired mage. "Can you ignite a flame in these three cups? I'll show you how to make shadows really dance. " Amber eyes shined uncharacteristically bright as he let a half grin show. This was what he was good at. This was his one talent. He'd show it to someone; after how long? One couldn't b e sure anymore but he knew atleast that it would be in a spot he had a few times in the past.
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Post by Mila on Apr 26, 2015 19:29:33 GMT -6
Mila looked at Shaman guy while he was preparing the cups. Apparently he was to show her some sort of trick with the shadows. He had asked her to come and light a fire within the small cups. Something she could easily do.
"Sure." Sure shaman guy. I can light the cups. It's not like my head is killing me. Or I'm physically drained after the lack of sleep. Or spirituality drained cause I lobbed a bunch of fire spells instead of resting. And I am not craving some refreshing ginseng and orange tea. I am totally not all those things. Commented the sarcastic voice in her head. She gave a soft sigh and got up. She dusted herself off and approached the young shaman. The green haired mage kept her cheerful composure. She didn't want to worry shaman guy with her fatigue. It was her fault for not taking a proper rest in the first place.
She examined the small cups. She thought they were adorable. She noticed three tiny little circular candles on the inside of the tiny cups. Without any hesitation she summoned a tiny ball of flame atop her index finger and lit each one of the little wicks. Her head gave a small twang of pain in disagreement but she dismissed it. She looked around and noticed the shadow of the tree the two were previously sitting under. Then she looked over at the shaman who seemed to be happy? Or perhaps eager. Mila wasn't quite sure what kind of emotion or probably mixture of emotions. But whatever it was it was kind of nice to see him chipper. So far the only emotions she had seen out of him was a calm, stoic, and slightly annoyed.
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Post by Drei on Apr 27, 2015 8:26:03 GMT -6
He waited as she lit the small flames. He then waited for her to stand back to where she had been before the shaman's smile slowly faded save for the smallest of smirks. He extended both hands to either side and closed his eyes. His head dipped a bit and his body lowered simultaneously as if to bow to Mila. Fingers extended open a bit as he let the essence of Elder Magic channel through him. The air grew slightly heavy with it's presence and small shadows trailed from his fingers as he channeled the full potential of the flux spell. The shadows around Drei grew intense; a bold tone of dark emphasized as the light from the candles seemed to grow with the darkening surroundings. When the twisting large mass of inky black shadows configured above the three candles it did not look just pure black, for the light of the candles bringing orange shadows to it's raven surface gave it purple tints.
The motions and gestures were refreshing. As if he was going swimming for the first time in many years; it washed over him with a comforting nostalgia. Drei's fingers tucked upwards and the onyx sphere began to writhe. It danced and squirmed with a eerily silent shift moving in wildly diverse angles and expressions while casting large shadows along the ground around the stick. A twin sensation as the manipulation of light and the shadows. At some angles it seemed to reflect no light, absorbing it instead as it left the surface black while at other angles they took on pinkish shades and purple tints with the light reflecting and casting onto the grassy surface dancing shadows. It was a work of illusions really and for two minutes or so, the snowy haired shaman continued to focus on solely that. The casting of the flux spell tirelessly. At times the strain from the conflict prior came back to him, giving his body a great weighted sensation as if his limbs were encased in iron. Though his mind groaned in protest he continued the spell. He eased his eyes shut from the strain and to focus the shadow began to dance a bit more wildly as he had to work harder to control it. However when he closed his eyes he could feel as if he was back at home once more ; performing for his father, his mother, and his aunts and uncles. It was a wondrous sensation. Until his body shook with fatigue. Gritting his teeth the shaman snapped his eyes open and retracted the dark shadowy sphere. A brief wince before he ceased the flow of magic and let the darkness fade into a heavy dispersion of mist. Drei panted, but lightly as he let his hands fall to his side and gaze at the girl with a tilted head. Though his smile was gone, his eyes held the joy of his art that nothing would be able to steal from him. "I'm not as good as the others were...but that's the best I can do. They could make wondrous dancing twisting tendrils and entire bodies of it..but it's a start. "
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Post by Mila on Apr 27, 2015 9:38:45 GMT -6
The young mage felt a slight chill creep up her spine as the young shaman preformed for her. The air felt thick and laden with a mist that seemed to suck the air out of her lungs. She watched as the shaman manipulated the shadows to his whim. There was something hauntingly fantastic about the performance that she could not quite put into words. Again the cold crept up on her, something about the dancing shadows by candle light brought back unpleasant memories. Her breathing slowly became more rapid and distressed. It didn’t have anything to do with shaman guy or his craft. His craft was a work of art. It should be respected as such. Her mind could think of so many practical uses for this sort of shadow manipulation and illusion. So many non-violent uses for it. She made a fist of her shaking hands. She could feel the pounding in her head get stronger. Her nose was bleeding once more. To shaman guy this must look really bad. Once he finished his display she was simply standing there in a mix of awe, fear, and respect. With the air returned to it’s normal state she took one long deep breath in. She held it into her chest for a moment before dispelling the air from her lungs in one long sigh. His eyes were focused on her and she was mess. She touched her nose again. Hey when did you start bleeding again? She kept a finger to her nose.
“Shaman guy.” She spoke. There was flatness to her voice in a small effort to hide her feelings.
“That was beautiful. You have a great talent with it. And I know.. this..” She pointed to herself. “Looks really bad. But believe me when I say that was marvelous. Fire magic is not nearly as malleable as your flux. You’ve managed to manipulate a magic that is usually feared and unknown into a wondrous display of shadows. I can only imagine the campfire stories you can make with it.” She made a small smile. She had never spoken truer words.
“But.. It brought out of me an old fear. A fear that has nothing to do with you. It is primal fear of the dark that… I have been trying to bury.” Bury. Poor choice of words. The sound of tumbling rocks echoed in her ear. No. No. None of that. They aren’t here. We are outside. Outside. Yes. Feel the sunshine. She took a moment to look at the clear sky.
“And my body its.. I’m suffering as a result. Perhaps... one day I can explain it. But thank you for showing me your performance. I think… we.. both need some rest.” That last bit of her speech was spoken with some stutter.
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Post by Drei on Apr 28, 2015 9:32:08 GMT -6
There was a faint second where a flash of concern etched into the boy's amber hues as he gazed at Mila after ceasing his casting. As she started to speak however he hid it behind a blank expression and a simple gaze while he lifted his fingers and shook his sleeve. Using the small gusts from it he fanned out the candles that let the faintest wisps of smoke trail upwards lightly into the air only to vanish from sight as they twisted into nothingness. However while she spoke of primal fears of the dark; Drei gazed once more before slowly moving to sit down infront of her. Implying by action, she should do the same he spoke up initially. "Then let us sit and rest. Though...the dark isn't something to fear. I don't know why you fear it..but if you'd like to talk about it; I may understand shadows better than a few others would."
As all shamans did..or most..he had a powerful respect for the darkness. Not out of blatant fear but a knowing of what it could do. What it was capable of. Golden hued eyes gazed upon her once more as the Ashen haired boy crossed his legs and rested with his palms upon his knees tilting his head. He spoke again, quietly after a moment or two of silence. "You may be speaking literally of dark..as opposed to a more figurative meaning which applies to shamans..but I'm able to respect it..you know. Working as a practitioner of Elder Magic. We can't exactly ah..afford the liberty of fearing the dark. At-least..not for very long."
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Post by Mila on Apr 28, 2015 11:36:39 GMT -6
At Drei's suggestion Mila sat down. She took a long moment to just sit there with her nose pinched. Her mind kept rolling around with several different thoughts all at once. She was trying to think of a way to express her fear in words. It wasn't the darkness that she feared. She knew that. She sleeps when it's night. When eyes close the world is dark. She had taken jobs that involved traveling in the cover of night. No. It's not the dark. It's.. that trapped feeling. She stirred slowly. Eventually re-grabbing the cloth she used earlier, this time she wet it with water in her pouch. She started to clean herself up.
She closed her eyes. She tuned out the world around her in an effort to give her senses a brief respite. Nope. Not afraid. The mage forced her mind not to recall the shadows of the rocks that flickered with her flame. To push away the screams of her fallen associates. She took long deep breaths, as if savoring the fresh air. The scent of fresh grass. That's it. Just.. relax. The color was starting to come back to her face. She opened her eyes again and simply stared out into the grassy soil. Her breathing returned to it's regular rhythm. She turned her head to look back at the young shaman.
"The literal dark. Hm.. perhaps. I think it is more like.. the time I spent in the dark." She pulled the ends of her cape close to her body. Despite the warmth of the day, the sun shining down, she still felt cold.
"Shaman guy. You ever go through something horrible and..." She returned her gaze back to the grass. "So horrible that... every time you get a reminder of it... you just break down?" She paused for a moment.
"Like.. lets say one day as a kid. You go out to spend some time in the water and almost drown. Yeah your lucky to be alive and all.. but now you can't ever go back in the water. I think.. the scholarly word for it.. traumatic? I... had an experience like that. It was a long time ago." Five years. Give or take half a year. Her inner voice commented. She kept a strong grip to her cape.
"My.. proverbial 'drowning' did not involve water. Mine involved the earth." Her words were slow and hesitant.
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Post by Drei on Apr 30, 2015 6:21:51 GMT -6
She was quite for a small time. As Mila seemed to attempt to compose her words; Drei found himself slowly and briefly centering himself. His palms still resting upon his knees, he quietly took in everything around him. The woman sitting infront of him, and the space she occupied. The feeling of mixture between warmth and cold. The heat at his back from where the beams of sunlight bathed down upon him and casting a light around him that likely gave his snowy white strands of hair an even brighter shade of sorts. Like a platinum white. Then there was the shade of the tree in front of him. Devoid of light. The air was cooler by several levels and though the chill washed over him in an odd contrast to the warmth that gave him cause to shiver if it were not for the large odd purple robes he wore; he found the duality comforting. To have warmth and chills clash was an oddly comfortable sensation.
As Mila began to speak though; Drei shifted the amber hued gaze of his to her. Though now back to an impartial themed look he still felt a twinge of curiosity take him. After a few moments pause, while she spoke he commented briefly before plying a question. It was her tale to tell; and he'd not blight it with interjections of himself when this conversation was, at the moment, about her. "I..do know what it feels like. Better than some. Though you say it is of earth? What happened?"
Quietly and patiently he waited. As he observed her grip at her cloak, he could see the strain of her fingers digging into it. Though a small gentle breeze playfully caressed at them it was not enough combined with the shade to prompt a genuine chill. He could only imagine it was the thoughts that plagued her head which brought such things about.
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Post by Mila on Apr 30, 2015 7:54:10 GMT -6
The mage just kept starting out into the grass. She wanted to talk. To tell someone about her experience. Talking about it might lead her to a cure for her fear. Phobia. That particular word bounced around in her head. Cave... In.
The rest of words though they wouldn't come out. She felt them, the words, in her throat. Stuck there like a lump one gets when they are very ill. Like... You just break down. She heard her own statement in her head. The rational part of her tried to make sense of all this. First she started with the basics. Her head repeating what they knew. Her name. Mila. Her age. Twenty Three. Gender. Female. Her profession. Mage. Monster researcher. Mercenary. Those were all good things. Slowly her mind began to focus on all the good things she had done. All of the people she had helped in her life. The faces. Then suddenly it all went black. Those faces she could see in the rubble. The stammering in her head. The weight and pressure on her body. The stagnant air. The darkness.
Her breathing quickened once more. It was strange. There were times where she could slowly talk about the events of that day. But today no at this moment it was extremely difficult. Was it due to the young shaman? His innocent demonstration? Or were the spirits today just messing with her as spirits are known to do? Or perhaps she was just so tired. Focus on the breathing. Her heart felt like it was jumping in her chest. Another moment to ease herself.
"I was trapped... In a cave in. Underground..In.. Nabata... Long ago.." With each few words she took a long breath.
"The... Sh..shadows flickered. For so long... Eventually.. I saw shapes.. sometimes.. it was just dark. The pressure.. right.. here.." She put a hand to her chest.
"Trapped." Trapped. Trapped. The words kept repeating itself over and over in her head. Eventually she reached for her water pouch and took a long drink. The cold water bringing her back out of her daze. She pulled the nozzle from her lips and let out a long sigh. Calm. Calm.
"Sorry. Shaman guy. I can't talk about it. C..change the subject yeah? Like.. I don't know your name. Or where your from. I'm.. Mila from.. Taras." There we go. That's it. Start with what you know. Breathe. She turned her attention back to the young shaman.
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Post by Drei on May 1, 2015 15:29:11 GMT -6
Drei narrowed his gaze as she spoke. His amber hues lingered on her as she explained..or attempted to. Drei wasn't an expect on people. He didn't understand them well at all, let alone enough to understand what it was that she suffered through. What he did know however was that she was in visible distress as she attempted to speak. A cave in, in Nabata? He disliked the place enough on his own in earnest. Seemed though she had a valid reason. However while Mila spoke, he compared her last statement with her current narrative. This event. This under ground trapping had clearly gotten to her, and branded her mind to it's core with a fear. Not just of the dark though he imagined. After all it didn't take a genius to put such things together. The dark, confinement, tightness. He could only imagine her fears to their most inner extent.
As he heard her voice try to stabilize, and looked to her quietly for a moment. Perhaps...well..maybe. He could be more open with her. As the girl attempted to cease withdrawing into her mind and dancing among her fears and turn the conversation from topics of darkness and caves..Drei shifted his poise. No longer cross legged, the thin Shaman lifted his legs and tucked them in as he wrapped his arms around hugging his knees to his chest. He briefly rested his chin upon them as he began to speak as if listing off items to retrieve at the store. "My name is Drei Randus. I was born in no city, but within the fields of Sacae. My family owned a traveling circus. I am here to find a man who was friends with my father. Hopefully I'll figure out where to go then...oh and I'm seventeen years of age. Soon to be eighteen."
The boy revealed basic information. Nothing earth breaking or mind blowing; but a simple back story. He quietly gazed at the girl, clearly giving her time to collect herself.
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