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Post by Mila on Jan 12, 2016 9:41:25 GMT -6
There was a bit of a somber smile on Mila’s face at Drei’s reaction towards Khan Yunis. While Mila herself had no qualms with the city it was the territory the city itself was located in that bothered her. Nabata was a place she hated for several reasons. She found herself staring out into the dying fire the more Drei spoke about it. Trade and port cities were great because they had a little bit of everything. Mila knew this and yet all her mind could think about was that damned day in the ruins. Nabata was a hot and sunny place. And yet to her it was a place of darkness and terrors.
She shook her head in a small attempt to snap out of it. She was being rude! Drei was here talking all about the nice things about Khan Yunis in an enthusiastic manner. Enthusiasm on the young shaman was rare as he always seemed to be calm and in check of his emotions. She managed to pull her gaze away from the fire and look at Drei. Who had now asked her about her favorite place. She was silent for a while just thinking. Where was her favorite place? Sure she had lots of places she liked but never one place that truly grabbed her attention in such a manner. Most places she went to she didn’t stay long enough to truly enjoy it. Most places it was either to research a monster sighting, gather supplies, and find a place to sleep. It was a routine so ingrained into her lifestyle that she hardly even recognized it was there. She made a mental note to stop and enjoy towns every now and again.
“..I.. uh. I don’t really have a favorite place. I mean.. don’t get me wrong there are places I love. Like Taras in Etruria.. but that’s just because the guild I grew up in is there. But with the way Etruria is now.. I don’t think I can call it my favorite. The place.. feels tainted.. if that makes any sense.” She paused for a moment.
“Sacae is nice.. but plain. Ilia is too cold for my liking. Bern.. is ok. I did like the apple pies of the place and wyverns are pretty neat. But the constant fog and weather changes is a bit of a bummer. Lycia.. well.. I’m starting to enjoy it I guess? But these territories are all a bit confusing.. and some places you're able to do this and that but it’s forbidden once you cross into another border. Borders which are invisible to the human eye mind you!” She stopped again and refocused her gaze back into the fire. Then spoke in a cold voice.
“I hate Nabata.” Her hands were curled around some tufts of grass, her body was tense. She took a deep breath in and slowly let it out. She eventually turned her body to face Drei.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry that.. your favorite place happens to be in my least favorite place.”
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Post by Drei on Feb 10, 2016 9:35:26 GMT -6
Admittedly, almost everything Mila felt about other places(minus nabata) he felt similarly towards. The ashen haired shaman smiled sheepishly as he ran a hand through messy white hair with a soft chuckle. The boy took a moment to look at her as she faced him, feeling a slight internal squirm as she did so. It felt very..direct. So why did he feel so anxious? His heart had started racing a bit faster, to the point where he could feel it slightly in his neck and chest. That fluttered increase in pace. He looked at her, able to keep composure with his soft amber hued gaze level and his lips still in a soft smile. Internally he was struggling with both his maintaining his composure, and questioning why he felt so anxious. Shifting a bit so that the baggy purple robes he wore were not trapped beneath him as he sat, he lifted a hand and waved it quietly to dismiss her apology. He tilted his head as the young shaman replied. All the while his gaze of admiration lingered upon her.
"Mila, please. We all are individuals. Different. Unique. The places I like may not be those that you like, and vice-versa. That's what it means to be human. Your brilliant mind has a preference of other locals. It's not something you should apologize for, haha~"
The shaman shifted once more a bit before looking away briefly to the grass around them. Until a moment ago he realized he'd been staring. He wasn't sure what bothered him more. That he'd been staring at Mila, admiring her, or that he didn't notice he'd been staring. This was... weird. Why was he so worked up? Confused. Anxious. Annoyed. Why would he get annoyed at himself for this kind of thing? A vicious cycle of repeated annoyances simmered beneath his warm expression as he looked back to Mila after a moment, cheeks ever so faintly tinted with a crimson flush. He spoke quickly, with little self thought.
"Though traveling Lycia with you has made it alot easier to enjoy then um..well..traveling it alone."
Had he..? Where'd that come from? Impulse? Why? He'd spoken up without considering his response. That was something he didn't do. Seriously, something was wrong. He wasn't usually like this.
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Post by Mila on Feb 12, 2016 15:22:09 GMT -6
There was a soft smile on the sage's face at Drei's comment about people. It was true. Different people had different tastes. And she shouldn't have to apologize for it. But she still felt like she had to. She'd gotten used to accommodating herself to the likes and tastes of other people to the point where she would just go along with something with out any real thought. Though that might have stemmed from her upbringing. In the guild they were taught to accept things even if they clashed with some of your personal beliefs. Can't be butting heads with the guy paying us.. As her uncle would say. Of course the guild had it's own creed and there were truly some jobs they did not get involved in. But then Eturia changed and the guild changed with it in order to survive. The morals of the guild were thrown out the window in order to satisfy the inquisition. Same went for the small magical academy she went to. Granted, she didn't have much of a say there to begin with but it just got so much more constrictive as the years went on. The more she grew up in Eturia the more she just learned to keep her head low and go. It wasn't really until she traveled with Duma that she relearned that "it's okay to disagree". What better person to disagree with then your own twin brother. Ah.. damn it.. mullet head I'm mad at you.. but I still miss you.
She let out a soft sigh and turned to face Drei. Who seemed to enjoy traveling with her. Well that's obvious. If you didn't enjoy it you would have left ages ago. Ya Silly Goose.
"I should thank you for that. Traveling with companions is always better then traveling alone. There's just more benefit to it. I mean I could list off a bunch of ways on how it's better.. and at the same time I can list off a whole bunch of ways on how it's worse." She paused for a moment and saw the horse munching on some grass.
"Hmm.. Well.. I mean you aren't alone. Uh.. weren't alone? You've had Horsey all this time.. Though.. I bet he's not much of a talker. But.. uhm.. I do appreciate this though. I didn't get many people who stuck around me for too long. It was all part of the mercenary life... you take a job, meet some folks, do the job, leave. Not much room for comradely. So this.." The sage pointed towards herself and towards Drei repeatedly. In order to get her point across.
"Traveling together is kinda nice. But don't let me stop you if you end up having to do something really important on your own.. uh down the line." She rubbed the back of her head a bit. It's not going to stop ME from doing something important down the line either.
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Post by Drei on Mar 24, 2016 23:03:36 GMT -6
Something he had to do...
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It flashed through his mind. Fleeting. Brief. A combined assault upon his senses that made him lose his train of thought while imagining it. In faded mind he could see it. Flames washing atop houses and consuming everything around it in a tireless onslaught of the entire town. Screams distant, yet eerily coherent. Flailing figures writhing in agony as they were engulfed in the flames from collapsing rubble. Buildings crumbling as support structures turned to faltering ashen cinders that left few survivors and even fewer in a condition to resist. Their bodies enshrouded in darkness. Dozens of tendrils ensnaring and coiling around every last corpse that fell to the ground. Those that still lived as they fell, screaming and writhing as they were embraced by the physically manifested nether; a fate worse than death consumed them. Bodies branded pale and ashen as their very soul was consumed and burned out.
Withered corpses and the essence that idled within, depleted entirely. The shadow cast upon them by the figure clad in large robes spread forth as it traversed the land before it. The figure turned to gaze upon long segmentially extended spears, corpses impaled to them and set on display. At this, upon examination, it seemed to lose composure. Havoc burst forth as agony and fury empowered the tainted magic stemming from its body. Immense tendrils burst from the dark ones body that plunged through and obliterated everything around it. As if the very presence created a general radius of zones where nothing was safe to live. In that instant...all vanished. All crumbled to ash and drifted away...
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Drei turned his gaze from the fire back to Mila. It was a quiet shrug, but he let a soft sheepish grin almost spread upon his lips as he replicated, flawlessly almost, the standard expression one gave another when unsure of something. He spoke with a concealed tone. A matter-o-factly statment leaving his lips.
"Except this little quest of ours..I've nothing in the world to bind me down. I couldn't begin to tell you what I intend to do because I don't yet know what I will do."
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Post by Mila on May 18, 2016 7:49:13 GMT -6
“Well what do you think your gonna do?” She asked. Mila was curious to know what Drei was expecting at the end of this journey.
“I mean.. what do you think will happen? Will it be something easy like being handed a new book.. or will it be a grand adventure through some forgotten place?” If given the choice Mila preferred the easier of the two routes. As much as she liked exploring the unknown, earning, learning, and figuring out what made the unknown tick. She also liked having things handed to her. Sometimes people just needed a bit of a break. Kind of like what they were doing now. Resting, refueling, talking. Not crawling through the wilderness, crossing the plains, or trying to hobble their way down busy city streets with people shoving left and right. Mila rubbed her arm lightly.
“Personally for this case I hope for the first option. The new book option. Cause let me tell you my feet are tired.” She spoke in a joking tone. She exemplified her point by taking off her boots and letting them air out. She wiggled her toes for a moment and let out a sigh. She was a bit concerned for Drei. Mila didn't understand all the mechanics of dark magic or the nether. All she knew was that using it caused a great strain on Drei’s mind and body. She hoped that this adventure through Lycia would have a simple outcome just to give the shaman a break.
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Post by Drei on Jul 25, 2016 22:35:38 GMT -6
Drei tapped his finger against the tome his father had left him. Index finger wrapped softly, the heavy thuds of leather bound tome filled to the brim with hundreds upon hundreds of ornately broken down charts, words, incantations and rituals all waiting to be unraveled. He gazed towards the light haired Mage with a brief smile, trying once more to do this openly expression thing. Though he shrugged, he then gestured to his fathers tome while speaking his thoughts aloud. The other hand wove pale digits through snowy white hair, combing ashen strands back only for them to flop back in place and form his usual wild unkept hairstyle.
"Honestly..I couldn't be sure. I just hope to gain understanding as to the importance of this place to my father...but I also hope, in part, it is not another tome. I'd like to finish comprehending this one fully before hand."
The shaman patted the tome within his lap, palm brushing along it while he gazed at it with genuine fondness. He lifted it back towards Mila with a confident nod.
"This tome contains rituals and means to not only bring nether essence into physical manifestation, but to effect the living world around it. To touch. Grab. Ensnare. Pierce. Many of these and more, all with the ease of a simple gesture. I, however, can still barely grasp the basics. If my father did leave any further reservoirs of knowledge behind, I would greatly like to finish comprehending my current pool. I suppose though, as they say, I will not know until I arrive at the end of this path..eh? "
He rose quietly however from his sitting pose. His violet robes shuffling and adjusting while he brushed off his knees and slipped the tome back in-between the folds of his robe so it rested nestled around the waist wrapping that bound his inner-layer of clothing. With his tome nestled safely into the sash, he moved to press his palms into his back. The rippling series of pops re-aligned his spine as his back cracked into place. He looked down at Mila with a tilt of his head.
"I will take some time to collect my thoughts, and then be ready to move for Laus if you are ready Mila."
{End}
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