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The radiant moon little by little made its way up higher in the gloomy sky that was only disturbed by slow, smooth motions of the sparse clouds. The whispering of the wispy wind was barely even audible, only giving hints of its existence as it confronted the leaves of trees or the blades of grass. The pale stone blocks partly reflected the moonbeams, but lit lanterns helped to brighten the place. A person’s head was visible between the pinnacles on top of the north gatehouse building. The figure could be spotted from quite some distance though, since the dim rays penetrating through the sky projected a glistening reflection on the steel surface of the armor that the person was clad in.
It was no other than Jorokar, armed and ready, yet his eyes were only weakly opened. He was tiredly staring ahead and towards the Grey Rose Castle. However, it was doubtful whether his attention was on where he was gazing at, or whether it was otherwise. Exhaustion was clear, so why didn’t he head to sleep? He wasn’t obliged to do whatever he was doing, which most likely was guarding. He was doing so, yes, but honestly, he wasn’t too fond of such a job when unaccompanied. So why was he there now?
The reason was that he used the chance to spend some time alone. He admitted to himself now that he was cheerless, but he wondered why. Didn’t he earn what he wanted? Returning back to Gobaith together with Ayla? It seemed that there were a few things that bothered him, things that disturbed his sleep and things that trimmed down his happiness, or the potential for such a feeling. He started to pinpoint these worrying things, and first that came to his mind was Ayla herself, again. Being very unsure and confused about their current situation had left him restlessly concerned. Was it impossible for them to be like they once were? No, he wouldn’t believe this. Yet it still remained in his mind, and it did nothing but sadden him further.
Another concern resulted from a few words spoken lately by the governor, Siltaris. She had informed Jorokar of an Albarian soldier who was searching particularly for the young page. The thoughts of this always frightened him, He could have presumed that this soldier was one of those knights that had invaded Jorokar’s town before coming on Gobaith, but he always avoided any assumptions for now.
As Jorokar escaped his thoughts, the surroundings and the hazy castle ahead slowly faded in. With a weary sigh, the armored man turned around and made his way down the ladder. He strolled along the street with a slow and fatigued pace, passing through the west of Eliza’s shop.
A Quiet Night
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Aleytys coming from the Tavern, making her way to Eliza's Shop, as she see a familar face. She stops abrupt and a little smile is seen.
Is this really Jorokar ? Where are you hide during the last weeks ? Havn't seen you like ages.
Her usual mocking chuckle follows the questions and her dark eyes rest on his face as she approaches him without haste.
Is this really Jorokar ? Where are you hide during the last weeks ? Havn't seen you like ages.
Her usual mocking chuckle follows the questions and her dark eyes rest on his face as she approaches him without haste.
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Having worked late at the hospital, Achae turns from the empty bed after changing the sheets for whoever would come next, picks up her cloak and walking out the door, closes it with a sigh. Appearing slightly pale she leans the back of her head on the door and closing her eyes mumbling "I guess I need to get back to the Druid house, but it is such a long walk." She starts to walk toward the gate then stops quickly "I forgot to get more bandages" sighing she walks toward Eliza's "maybe a quick stop then the mountains to sleep" as she glances west of Trolls Bane with longing in her eye.
Hearing a familiar voice as she draws near, Achae smiles at Aleytys, her mouth slightly open as if she had started to say something when she pauses quickly and looking passed her appears surprised and delighted. "It is so nice to see two of my friends here!" Her head tilts slightly while looking at Jorokar and a concerned look comes over her face "You look like you have been fighting Joro, are you alright?".
Hearing a familiar voice as she draws near, Achae smiles at Aleytys, her mouth slightly open as if she had started to say something when she pauses quickly and looking passed her appears surprised and delighted. "It is so nice to see two of my friends here!" Her head tilts slightly while looking at Jorokar and a concerned look comes over her face "You look like you have been fighting Joro, are you alright?".
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The lizard strolled through the town, his green scaled chest illuminated by the half light. His cheek wore a rosy hue; he had been to the Fluffy sheep that evening, for sure. His leather hat was askew as he sat by the crackling fire of Morgan. He gazed into the fire as he heard the voices from the shop, and on identifying them, he wearily rose and walked towards the shop, adjusting his hat as he walked. He approached the three people gathered, and smiled warmly, removing his hat.
"Greeting to you three, how nice to see you about. Lovely evening isn't it? I haven't seen many of you around recently, I have been...busy. How have you all been keeping?"
And he replaced his hat, leaning against the wall, smiling slightly.
"Greeting to you three, how nice to see you about. Lovely evening isn't it? I haven't seen many of you around recently, I have been...busy. How have you all been keeping?"
And he replaced his hat, leaning against the wall, smiling slightly.
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Walking slowly with his head inclined downwards, at first he was unaware of the approaching presence. It was only when he heard her words that he similarly came to a sudden stop, lifting his head to look towards Aleytys. It’s been ages indeed, as he hadn’t seen her from since he had left the island. At first, he simply stared quietly at her with tired eyes, even possibly appearing surprised for some reason.
When she was walking nearer, he managed a small smile, soon after speaking to her.
"Aleytys…It’s been too long. I had…quite some things to do in the last weeks, or months. How have you been?"
He kept his eyes on hers until he caught a glimpse of another approaching figure, whom he quickly recognized upon giving her a glance. The smile he previously had now returned again before he spoke.
"Nice to see you too…Achae."
The smile widened for a very brief moment, as it quickly faded the moment she asked. Jorokar looked down to himself, then back up, shrugging one shoulder lightly as he spoke again.
"I…no, not fighting. Just…guarding."
After that, he pursed his lips feebly together and lowered his eyes to the ground. It was only a few seconds later when he heard yet another voice, that of a lizard. With a blink, he looked up, his eyes finding the approaching lizard. He didn’t recognize him instantly, but didn’t take long to do neither.
"Ah, Skaalib…Greetings to you too."
His voice could have been characterized by a certain weakness, not as firm and steady as usual. Following that, he watched the small group with a very small smile persisting on his lips.
When she was walking nearer, he managed a small smile, soon after speaking to her.
"Aleytys…It’s been too long. I had…quite some things to do in the last weeks, or months. How have you been?"
He kept his eyes on hers until he caught a glimpse of another approaching figure, whom he quickly recognized upon giving her a glance. The smile he previously had now returned again before he spoke.
"Nice to see you too…Achae."
The smile widened for a very brief moment, as it quickly faded the moment she asked. Jorokar looked down to himself, then back up, shrugging one shoulder lightly as he spoke again.
"I…no, not fighting. Just…guarding."
After that, he pursed his lips feebly together and lowered his eyes to the ground. It was only a few seconds later when he heard yet another voice, that of a lizard. With a blink, he looked up, his eyes finding the approaching lizard. He didn’t recognize him instantly, but didn’t take long to do neither.
"Ah, Skaalib…Greetings to you too."
His voice could have been characterized by a certain weakness, not as firm and steady as usual. Following that, he watched the small group with a very small smile persisting on his lips.
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Through her midnight eyes flickering very short somewhat of pain. Only for this short moment she lose her self-control, hardly to perceive.
Busy -- aye ? But some people telling to me you left the island. Must be an urgent *business* and at most its love the reason, Jorokar. I'm ..
Aleytys hesitates a moment
. well. All fine. There is.... she breaks the sentence suddenly, staring at Achae, give her a nod and a small smile.
The beautiful Druid Achae. How are you dear ?
At the same moment achieved Skaalib the little group and Aleytys start to chuckle quiet.
Looks like a greater meeting here, altogether
Her gaze wandering from on to the other and finally back to Jorokar.
Busy -- aye ? But some people telling to me you left the island. Must be an urgent *business* and at most its love the reason, Jorokar. I'm ..
Aleytys hesitates a moment
. well. All fine. There is.... she breaks the sentence suddenly, staring at Achae, give her a nod and a small smile.
The beautiful Druid Achae. How are you dear ?
At the same moment achieved Skaalib the little group and Aleytys start to chuckle quiet.
Looks like a greater meeting here, altogether
Her gaze wandering from on to the other and finally back to Jorokar.
The old, familiar blade swings down all of a sudden, digging deep into the soft ground beneath the tree in a haphazardly manner, a heaving sigh seeming to follow the scraping sound it caused. The hand upon its hilt remained still for a long moment, knuckles white due to a strange, steadfast and tight grip around it, the leather grooves of the unembellished handle digging into it's holder's palm. Apart from the quietly quickened breath of the sword's weilder and the occasional brief wind trailing past the eastern gate of Troll's Bane, the night was for the most part silent. It was peaceful, for once. With a quiet, inaudible mumble, the thin hand releases the hilt of the old Serinjah, falling to her side. Ayla had been out again, restlessness causing her to find something to do at that time. It ended up being a useless hour spent fighting imaginary foes in the air, not exactly her favorite oponent. But, something had told her it wouldn't be wise to go run off and play in the crypts like she used to. After all, her elbow which Kalaq had so smoothly jammed out of place still caught on occasion, which would be a bad screw-up even against the likes of those annoying mummies.
Pursing her lips, Ayla slowly raises her attention from the top of the sword's hilt, eyes travelling briefly over the river flowing before her, moonlight calmly reflecting over its moving waters. So much had been on her mind lately, it felt surreal to find herself completely relaxed, albeit a bit sore through her left arm. For once, a night presented itself that she wasn't twisting and turning, tormented by her own thoughts. Raising her right hand to quietly rub her forehead, Ayla ponders for a moment before reaching down and jerking the blade from its momentary hold in the ground, absently lowering her gloved hand to brush the dirt off before carelessly shoving it back into its familiar sheath. Then, her hands busied themselves at removing the gloves, which consisted of the only armor looking part of her. The rest was simply tunic and trousers, her usual when she had little else to do. Eyes lowering to the ground, the elfess quietly moves to her worn bag tossed shortly away, crouching down and grabbing it to shove the gloves in.
It was then that she saw that Gods-cursed book of hers, still having been completely read due to its effect on her. With an irritated sigh, she shoves the old gloves atop it and closes the bag with a deft hand. One day, she would have to get back to Achae on that. With one strap in hand, Ayla straightens before swinging the bag over her shoulder. With a brief look about, the elfess quietly turns and walks slowly toward the open gate. Passing through, it wasn't until she was to the street's split in two directions that the voices of others registered. Out of curiosity, she slowly lifts her gaze to look about the trees separating her from those near Eliza's. For a long moment, she remains still and simply watches the figures as they approach. As she did so, a soft, though thin smile creeps up on her lips. The voices of the two women and Jorokar, she recognized, as well as being able to see their faces in the faint illumination of the moon and Morgan's fire both. However.. The lizard, she was having a hard time recognizing. Pursing her lips, the elfess ponders for a long time on whether to approach or not. She felt almost too distanced from the small group, and why she did not know.
In the end, her curiosity of not being able to quite make out all that was said led the elfess to the decision of approaching. She would know soon enough if she were welcome or not. Turning to face them fully, Ayla adjusts her light bag before quietly, almost silently weaving through the few trees, appearing slowly from the few shadows near the well. It was there that she remained, turning to face the small group and absently leaning against a tree next to her. In her usual manner, Ayla crosses her arms before her, head tilted to rest against the tree as her gaze trails over the four, a light smile on her face. When she finally decided to speak, it was oddly quiet, as if still unsure of whether her presence was welcomed or not.
"Greetings, all of you. Quite the time since I've seen the likes of so many people I know together at once."
Her smile quirks, widening slowly and giving the group a brief nod if they looked her way. At that, she fell silent, not bothering to say any more for now.
Pursing her lips, Ayla slowly raises her attention from the top of the sword's hilt, eyes travelling briefly over the river flowing before her, moonlight calmly reflecting over its moving waters. So much had been on her mind lately, it felt surreal to find herself completely relaxed, albeit a bit sore through her left arm. For once, a night presented itself that she wasn't twisting and turning, tormented by her own thoughts. Raising her right hand to quietly rub her forehead, Ayla ponders for a moment before reaching down and jerking the blade from its momentary hold in the ground, absently lowering her gloved hand to brush the dirt off before carelessly shoving it back into its familiar sheath. Then, her hands busied themselves at removing the gloves, which consisted of the only armor looking part of her. The rest was simply tunic and trousers, her usual when she had little else to do. Eyes lowering to the ground, the elfess quietly moves to her worn bag tossed shortly away, crouching down and grabbing it to shove the gloves in.
It was then that she saw that Gods-cursed book of hers, still having been completely read due to its effect on her. With an irritated sigh, she shoves the old gloves atop it and closes the bag with a deft hand. One day, she would have to get back to Achae on that. With one strap in hand, Ayla straightens before swinging the bag over her shoulder. With a brief look about, the elfess quietly turns and walks slowly toward the open gate. Passing through, it wasn't until she was to the street's split in two directions that the voices of others registered. Out of curiosity, she slowly lifts her gaze to look about the trees separating her from those near Eliza's. For a long moment, she remains still and simply watches the figures as they approach. As she did so, a soft, though thin smile creeps up on her lips. The voices of the two women and Jorokar, she recognized, as well as being able to see their faces in the faint illumination of the moon and Morgan's fire both. However.. The lizard, she was having a hard time recognizing. Pursing her lips, the elfess ponders for a long time on whether to approach or not. She felt almost too distanced from the small group, and why she did not know.
In the end, her curiosity of not being able to quite make out all that was said led the elfess to the decision of approaching. She would know soon enough if she were welcome or not. Turning to face them fully, Ayla adjusts her light bag before quietly, almost silently weaving through the few trees, appearing slowly from the few shadows near the well. It was there that she remained, turning to face the small group and absently leaning against a tree next to her. In her usual manner, Ayla crosses her arms before her, head tilted to rest against the tree as her gaze trails over the four, a light smile on her face. When she finally decided to speak, it was oddly quiet, as if still unsure of whether her presence was welcomed or not.
"Greetings, all of you. Quite the time since I've seen the likes of so many people I know together at once."
Her smile quirks, widening slowly and giving the group a brief nod if they looked her way. At that, she fell silent, not bothering to say any more for now.
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Achae smiles at Skaalib then quietly chuckling at Aleytys' greeting as a small blush forms on her cheeks, while unconsciously smoothing some wrinkles from her skirt. She then looks closely at her giving the impression she didn't miss her look of pain "and you, are you alright?"
Abruptly, appearing startled at a voice behind her, she turns then smiles warmly upon seeing the elfess "Hello Ayla". Placing her hand briefly on her forhead as if in remembrance of her headache and looking curiously at Ayla's bag possibly wondering if she had the book, she turns back to Joro remaining silent for now.
Abruptly, appearing startled at a voice behind her, she turns then smiles warmly upon seeing the elfess "Hello Ayla". Placing her hand briefly on her forhead as if in remembrance of her headache and looking curiously at Ayla's bag possibly wondering if she had the book, she turns back to Joro remaining silent for now.
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Standing still on the side of the street with one hand resting on the ending edge of the sheathed blade’s handle, Jorokar gave a rather odd look towards Aleytys, even showing to a certain extent a kind of curious concern. He noticed her hesitation, and the sudden halt to her sentence was nothing but worrying.
He continued to stare at her with his head just slightly tilted, but upon hearing the recognizable voice of a female elf, he looked towards the source of that sound with a blink. A strange sensation swept through his body as Ayla appeared there before his eyes. Happiness? Sadness? Confusion? What that sensation exactly was, he did not know. Jorokar glanced briefly at Achae as she greeted Ayla, then turned his head to face the elven lady, but he never looked directly into her eyes for more than half a second when he finally spoke, and his voice held once again a wearied tone.
"Ah, Ayla…Greetings to you."
He vaguely nodded with his lips lightly pursed again, then remained silent for a moment. Soon after, he gave a quick glance to Achae and Skaalib before finally resting his gaze back on Aleytys. He clearly looked as if he wanted to ask more regarding that sentence she had failed to finish but, having in mind the rest of the small crowd, he hesitated a bit as he spoke, though he still tried to sound as casual as he could.
"So, you were saying…There is?"
He continued to stare at her with his head just slightly tilted, but upon hearing the recognizable voice of a female elf, he looked towards the source of that sound with a blink. A strange sensation swept through his body as Ayla appeared there before his eyes. Happiness? Sadness? Confusion? What that sensation exactly was, he did not know. Jorokar glanced briefly at Achae as she greeted Ayla, then turned his head to face the elven lady, but he never looked directly into her eyes for more than half a second when he finally spoke, and his voice held once again a wearied tone.
"Ah, Ayla…Greetings to you."
He vaguely nodded with his lips lightly pursed again, then remained silent for a moment. Soon after, he gave a quick glance to Achae and Skaalib before finally resting his gaze back on Aleytys. He clearly looked as if he wanted to ask more regarding that sentence she had failed to finish but, having in mind the rest of the small crowd, he hesitated a bit as he spoke, though he still tried to sound as casual as he could.
"So, you were saying…There is?"
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A curious glance appears in Aleytys eyes as she seen Ayla. After a short nod and looking from Jorokar to Ayla and back, she motions a bit toward Jorokar.
.. there is maybe something we have to talk about my dear.But not yet, nor with the whole crowd Her whisper is nearly toneless, only Jorokar is able to hear the words.
A slight motion beside him and she give Achae a faint smile and her voice is more then sarcastic, but stony-faced, as she answer her question.
Life is indeed very nicely my dear. At times you kiss just the butt of the world -- and NO -- I wan't speak about.
Her whole expression is clear and unmistakabel, but not unfriendly.
After this sentence she stand relaxed, hands at her belt and remains silent for now.
.. there is maybe something we have to talk about my dear.But not yet, nor with the whole crowd Her whisper is nearly toneless, only Jorokar is able to hear the words.
A slight motion beside him and she give Achae a faint smile and her voice is more then sarcastic, but stony-faced, as she answer her question.
Life is indeed very nicely my dear. At times you kiss just the butt of the world -- and NO -- I wan't speak about.
Her whole expression is clear and unmistakabel, but not unfriendly.
After this sentence she stand relaxed, hands at her belt and remains silent for now.
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A relieved sigh escaped the young womans lips as walked the streets of Trolls Bane for the very first time. This was the first cooler night since days already and the Ronas-typical thundery and oppressive weather wasn't very helpful on her travel.
So this was Gobaith. Well, she had imagined it... bigger. She knew about all the stories and legends about this abyss and also the many rumours that even carried themselves to Lor Angur. Juliette couldn't dismiss the slight disappointment about this village called Trolls Bane. And exactly this disappointment caused her to be even more surprised as she took notice of the voices, after she crossed the bridge. Village or not, but this was a strange time for so many people to be awake and gather at what seemed to be a marketplace.
Juliette adjusted the hood of her cloak which dark shade of violet could have been mistaken as black in the lack of light. She paused hesitatingly at the well close to the place and gazed through the darkness, taking quietly two curious glances at the elfess and the lizards, before she seemed to decide that there was no danger coming from this gathered group.
Lowering her gaze a little she silently passed them by, the hood denying a proper look at her face. Yet at Jorokars height she raised her head, eyeing the man from top to bottom. In the case Jorokar took notice of her, he could have seen her young, yet determined features and her blue-green, piercing eyes that undoubtedly reminded of the sea. A faint, but ever so friendly smile crossed her youthful lips as she looked at him and for this very short moment Juliette felt like the time stood still.
Directing her gaze back to the shops door, she entered the illuming building, walking out of sight.
So this was Gobaith. Well, she had imagined it... bigger. She knew about all the stories and legends about this abyss and also the many rumours that even carried themselves to Lor Angur. Juliette couldn't dismiss the slight disappointment about this village called Trolls Bane. And exactly this disappointment caused her to be even more surprised as she took notice of the voices, after she crossed the bridge. Village or not, but this was a strange time for so many people to be awake and gather at what seemed to be a marketplace.
Juliette adjusted the hood of her cloak which dark shade of violet could have been mistaken as black in the lack of light. She paused hesitatingly at the well close to the place and gazed through the darkness, taking quietly two curious glances at the elfess and the lizards, before she seemed to decide that there was no danger coming from this gathered group.
Lowering her gaze a little she silently passed them by, the hood denying a proper look at her face. Yet at Jorokars height she raised her head, eyeing the man from top to bottom. In the case Jorokar took notice of her, he could have seen her young, yet determined features and her blue-green, piercing eyes that undoubtedly reminded of the sea. A faint, but ever so friendly smile crossed her youthful lips as she looked at him and for this very short moment Juliette felt like the time stood still.
Directing her gaze back to the shops door, she entered the illuming building, walking out of sight.
A soft, scantily audible melody can be heard, saltating throughout the building's echoing walls...
Seated near one of the windows, on the ground, back leaning to a tree, what appears to be a young elfin cradles a lute in his lap, lost in his thoughts as his fingers trickle along the cords of the instrument.
The moon's beams gently winds sparkling reflections on his auburn eyes, lightening his nearly white complexion.
Appeasing notes are weaved from the graciously tickled cords, and only to add, the satisfying harmony of his voice blended with the music.
"Soft as the moonlight,
Gentle as the breeze.
Fairies glitter in the night,
Listen well, my words are these.
My notes, softened the hearts
Of those, whom's love departs..
They mourn, when broken avows,
In the end, compliment endows.
I've left home, friends and family,
From a glance back, I abstained.
A mistake, they said gravely,
I sing before you, merely defamed.
Why, like the five's holler,
Your tears, haltless are flowing ..
These emotions, from the dweller
Brood by you, smothering.
My words begin to short..
My wisdom, goes curt.
I'm a bare snort,
yet you stand and listen.
Hoping to've blessed your ears,
I'll be back, do not fear ...
And while we're here, building champion..
Would you mind, sparing a coin?"
He trails off to a passing fellow whom, to the lad's deception, paid no more attention to him, than to the tree he leans onto.
A sigh struggled its way out of him, yet the tune merely picked up rhythm to a rather joyful stance. He smiled, only to those curtailing their errands to offer him a listening ear.
( And sorry for being brief, but I'm on the border of exhaustion, I'll write some more tomorrow. )
Seated near one of the windows, on the ground, back leaning to a tree, what appears to be a young elfin cradles a lute in his lap, lost in his thoughts as his fingers trickle along the cords of the instrument.
The moon's beams gently winds sparkling reflections on his auburn eyes, lightening his nearly white complexion.
Appeasing notes are weaved from the graciously tickled cords, and only to add, the satisfying harmony of his voice blended with the music.
"Soft as the moonlight,
Gentle as the breeze.
Fairies glitter in the night,
Listen well, my words are these.
My notes, softened the hearts
Of those, whom's love departs..
They mourn, when broken avows,
In the end, compliment endows.
I've left home, friends and family,
From a glance back, I abstained.
A mistake, they said gravely,
I sing before you, merely defamed.
Why, like the five's holler,
Your tears, haltless are flowing ..
These emotions, from the dweller
Brood by you, smothering.
My words begin to short..
My wisdom, goes curt.
I'm a bare snort,
yet you stand and listen.
Hoping to've blessed your ears,
I'll be back, do not fear ...
And while we're here, building champion..
Would you mind, sparing a coin?"
He trails off to a passing fellow whom, to the lad's deception, paid no more attention to him, than to the tree he leans onto.
A sigh struggled its way out of him, yet the tune merely picked up rhythm to a rather joyful stance. He smiled, only to those curtailing their errands to offer him a listening ear.
( And sorry for being brief, but I'm on the border of exhaustion, I'll write some more tomorrow. )
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As Aleytys approached nearer, Jorokar presumed a whisper would follow. Thus, he bent a little forward, tilting his head a little sideways to make his ear face the lady. His eyes stared blankly towards the rest of the group while he listened to the quiet words of Aleytys. However, those words did nothing but increasing his curiosity and concern, leaving him even more intrigued to what it could have been. When she addressed the next words to Achae, Jorokar turned his head back to face Aleytys again, his lips now parted, but speechless for now. It never had occurred that this strong female fighter had the need to talk specifically with Jorokar himself.
Now he remained silent, wondering about that fact in his thoughts. His eyes roamed very slowly around, for a short moment meeting the distant cloaked figure, but little did he give any attention. It was only when she had come up to the group when he glanced at her again, driving himself out of his questioning thoughts. Her hooded head and hidden face placed a certain but small suspicion on the person. The first intentions were to warn her about the laws and politely ask to remove the hood, but not even a word did he manage to say. His eyebrows lifted up as a sudden dumbfounding feeling stroke him the moment that her gaze met his. In the short moment of staring, the hazy music and harmonious voice slowly began to fade in. It seemed like her eyes conveyed some deep sense of emotion that was amplified with the effect of the faint melody, and that left him utterly wordless.
His eyes followed her for just another second after she passed by, and then his attention instinctively turned to Ayla. Yet, still silent he remained, and it didn’t take much before he looked away from her again, his restless stare sinking down to the ground. Somehow, the jubilant music that was now played by the elf didn't match Jorokar's feelings now, and this gradually caused a small frown to appear on his lips.
Now he remained silent, wondering about that fact in his thoughts. His eyes roamed very slowly around, for a short moment meeting the distant cloaked figure, but little did he give any attention. It was only when she had come up to the group when he glanced at her again, driving himself out of his questioning thoughts. Her hooded head and hidden face placed a certain but small suspicion on the person. The first intentions were to warn her about the laws and politely ask to remove the hood, but not even a word did he manage to say. His eyebrows lifted up as a sudden dumbfounding feeling stroke him the moment that her gaze met his. In the short moment of staring, the hazy music and harmonious voice slowly began to fade in. It seemed like her eyes conveyed some deep sense of emotion that was amplified with the effect of the faint melody, and that left him utterly wordless.
His eyes followed her for just another second after she passed by, and then his attention instinctively turned to Ayla. Yet, still silent he remained, and it didn’t take much before he looked away from her again, his restless stare sinking down to the ground. Somehow, the jubilant music that was now played by the elf didn't match Jorokar's feelings now, and this gradually caused a small frown to appear on his lips.
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The faint smile did not fade from the young womans lips even after she had entered the shop. She offered a quiet nod to the shop keeper before she turned towards one of the depots. Her feet were slightly aching due to the long walk from the harbour to Trolls Bane and after stowing her belongings into one of the depots and closing its lid with a slight jarring noise, she turned to sit upon the chest. With a soft sigh she took off her shoes and wiggled her toes then taking another gaze around the shop before eyeing the entrance. Juliette was still able to hear the voices and the music outside and with that small smile returning on her lips she thought of the very moment her eyes met the mans that probably stood still outside among the others.
Tilting her hooded head a little she pondered about going back there again...
Tilting her hooded head a little she pondered about going back there again...
At the various greetings, the elfess did nothing but merely nod her head. In truth, she found herself feeling a bit sick, face pale beneath the shadows of the tree she stood beneath. This late, her chaotic day was beginning to gradually take a toll on her. With a heavy, though inaudible sigh, Ayla shifts to lean even more on the tree, letting it support most of her weight as her eyes close for a brief second. Due to this, she didn't notice the fact that Jorokar would , for some reason or another, refuse to return her steady gaze just moments before.
As the others conversed, Ayla felt her attention wander. She faintly grasped the sound of music, which met her ears lightly and in a way comforted her. Had she been sitting down, it most likely would have lulled the elfess into a dosing sleep as her energy slowly faded away, leaving her resting almost limply against the tree. She felt one of those haunting headaches return and it bothered her, making the elfess restlessly shift her weight away from the tree.
In truth, Ayla had not even been paying attention to the group as they spoke amongst each other. For some reason, she still did not feel wholly welcome. Gradually letting her eyes open, Ayla turned a distanced look upon each standing before her. It was then that she noticed the strange figure wandering up, hood covering her face. At that, Ayla felt her attention snap to, heart skipping a beat. There was no reason for her sudden tension, but the sight of the woman beneath that heavy hood sparked a rememberance of a few nights before, when she had experienced something that still haunted her. Brows furrowing, the elfess watches the hooded woman walk past, suspicion flicking over her face for a brief second. In her absorbed thoughts of the night just a few days before, Ayla did not notice the brief glance the woman and Jorokar shared. As Jorokar turned his fleeting glance to her, Ayla let her gaze follow the woman, watching her retreating back with a strange expression.
Shifting almost nervously, Ayla quickly turns her gaze back to the group as the woman disappears into the shop, clenching her jaws noticeably. Her face seemed to pale even more, an unreadable expression on her face.
Damn it, Ayla. Jumping at the sight of just anyone wearing a cloak. What's gotten into you?
Silently, she thought to herself, arms tightening about her before leaning fully away from the tree, slowly taking a step forward. As the faint light near the shop illuminated the elfess' face, it showed her strange paleness. With a fleeting glance from the elf playing that light tune to the open door of Eliza's shop, the elfess almost appeared to be on edge about something. With a weary sigh, Ayla slowly makes her way forward to stand with the small group, a strangely startled look in her usually cool gaze. With a thin smile, she raises a hand to run through her hair before speaking in a forcibly casual voice.
"H.. How have all of you been? It's been far too long for such a.. pleasant gathering."
The even tone of her voice faltered vaguely as the elfess shifts again to her side, the calm demeanor seemingly vanished. Gaze flicking once more, momentarily to the store, Ayla grimaces before letting her attention settle on the group, no one in particular. For now, she'd calm herself. Suspicions were never good and the restless feeling she had felt when that cloaked figure wandered by was bothering Ayla far more than it should..
As the others conversed, Ayla felt her attention wander. She faintly grasped the sound of music, which met her ears lightly and in a way comforted her. Had she been sitting down, it most likely would have lulled the elfess into a dosing sleep as her energy slowly faded away, leaving her resting almost limply against the tree. She felt one of those haunting headaches return and it bothered her, making the elfess restlessly shift her weight away from the tree.
In truth, Ayla had not even been paying attention to the group as they spoke amongst each other. For some reason, she still did not feel wholly welcome. Gradually letting her eyes open, Ayla turned a distanced look upon each standing before her. It was then that she noticed the strange figure wandering up, hood covering her face. At that, Ayla felt her attention snap to, heart skipping a beat. There was no reason for her sudden tension, but the sight of the woman beneath that heavy hood sparked a rememberance of a few nights before, when she had experienced something that still haunted her. Brows furrowing, the elfess watches the hooded woman walk past, suspicion flicking over her face for a brief second. In her absorbed thoughts of the night just a few days before, Ayla did not notice the brief glance the woman and Jorokar shared. As Jorokar turned his fleeting glance to her, Ayla let her gaze follow the woman, watching her retreating back with a strange expression.
Shifting almost nervously, Ayla quickly turns her gaze back to the group as the woman disappears into the shop, clenching her jaws noticeably. Her face seemed to pale even more, an unreadable expression on her face.
Damn it, Ayla. Jumping at the sight of just anyone wearing a cloak. What's gotten into you?
Silently, she thought to herself, arms tightening about her before leaning fully away from the tree, slowly taking a step forward. As the faint light near the shop illuminated the elfess' face, it showed her strange paleness. With a fleeting glance from the elf playing that light tune to the open door of Eliza's shop, the elfess almost appeared to be on edge about something. With a weary sigh, Ayla slowly makes her way forward to stand with the small group, a strangely startled look in her usually cool gaze. With a thin smile, she raises a hand to run through her hair before speaking in a forcibly casual voice.
"H.. How have all of you been? It's been far too long for such a.. pleasant gathering."
The even tone of her voice faltered vaguely as the elfess shifts again to her side, the calm demeanor seemingly vanished. Gaze flicking once more, momentarily to the store, Ayla grimaces before letting her attention settle on the group, no one in particular. For now, she'd calm herself. Suspicions were never good and the restless feeling she had felt when that cloaked figure wandered by was bothering Ayla far more than it should..
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abcfantasy
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Jorokar kept his head a bit lowered, staring thoughtfully towards the street. He disliked those thoughts in mind, or better, he disliked the fact of even having them. Well, it was nothing else but a simple look wasn’t it? He tried to force himself to believe that, though deep inside, he was just unsure if it was or not.
Shaking his head as if trying to wave those thoughts away, he raised his head back up, his eyes finding the elven lady again. He was almost frightened to experience her reaction, though it was not as bad as he feared. But he did feel a certain preoccupation the moment she spoke. Was it because of that brief look he gave to that hooded woman? Not wanting to jump to conclusions, Jorokar offered Ayla a small smile and nodded shortly. He looked around at the small group with that same smile, only slightly widened before he spoke.
"A pleasant gathering I agree."
He then turned back to Ayla before carrying on.
"Other than being a bit…tired, I am…well enough."
He began to think a nice chatter could free him from his confusing thoughts, at least for the moment. Letting another smile appear on his lips again, he shifted a bit and glanced straight towards the elven bard by the tree.
"A nice gathering accompanied with cheery music as well. This is turning out to be a lively night."
He would offer the elf a bright smile if Jorokar would be given a look from him, even a quick one. Soon after, he turned again to the group. It was working, he needed to keep a flowing talk, a friendly one. He thought for a short moment before speaking again, directing his words to the whole group.
"Hmm…My friends, what would your thoughts be if…a ball was organized?"
An amused smile quickly settled on his lips after as he examined each one’s reaction closely, soon turning into a smirk as his eyes met those of Ayla’s.
Shaking his head as if trying to wave those thoughts away, he raised his head back up, his eyes finding the elven lady again. He was almost frightened to experience her reaction, though it was not as bad as he feared. But he did feel a certain preoccupation the moment she spoke. Was it because of that brief look he gave to that hooded woman? Not wanting to jump to conclusions, Jorokar offered Ayla a small smile and nodded shortly. He looked around at the small group with that same smile, only slightly widened before he spoke.
"A pleasant gathering I agree."
He then turned back to Ayla before carrying on.
"Other than being a bit…tired, I am…well enough."
He began to think a nice chatter could free him from his confusing thoughts, at least for the moment. Letting another smile appear on his lips again, he shifted a bit and glanced straight towards the elven bard by the tree.
"A nice gathering accompanied with cheery music as well. This is turning out to be a lively night."
He would offer the elf a bright smile if Jorokar would be given a look from him, even a quick one. Soon after, he turned again to the group. It was working, he needed to keep a flowing talk, a friendly one. He thought for a short moment before speaking again, directing his words to the whole group.
"Hmm…My friends, what would your thoughts be if…a ball was organized?"
An amused smile quickly settled on his lips after as he examined each one’s reaction closely, soon turning into a smirk as his eyes met those of Ayla’s.
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Juliette del Attilia
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"Hmm…My friends, what would your thoughts be if…a ball was organized?"
Juliette caught the words as she was hesitatingly stepping out of the shops door back into the cool, yet not cold night. She gazed nearly carefully at the gathered group before she made her way to the small campfire, chosing a seat upon one of the wooden logs. Stretching out her feet, Juliette lowered her shoes that she was carrying with her, down into the grass. A soft smile crossed again her lips at slight tickling feeling of the grass blades upon the soles of her bare feet.
Not being too far from the group of people the young woman occasionally, but not too obviously peeked over to them. Her gaze mostly lingering upon the armoured man. After some moments she finally lowered her gaze to the campfire and not being aware of the laws of this town, she still kept wearing the hood of her cloak.
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Achae Eanstray
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Achae tilts her head slightly as Alytys responds to her question with a smile of understanding, she then turns back to the group. Appearing slightly tired from her long day at the hospital, it takes her a few seconds to even realize that her foot was unconsiously tapping to some beautiful music as turning toward the sound, she smiles warmly at the elf. Her hazel eyes sparkle again as the tiredness seems to drain away while she moves slightly closer to the music standing near Ayla. Her quick view of someone with their hood up walking into the shop was immediately dismissed from her mind as the tune reached it's finale. Achae then turns and whispers briefly "Your headaches, do you still get them... and when reading the book?" as she looks at Ayla with concern in her eyes but immediately turns upon hearing the last of Joro's words
Hmm…My friends, what would your thoughts be if…a ball was organized?
The expression of delight that comes over her face is quickly replaced by a slight frown as she glances down to her typical peasant skirt brushing a wrinkle from it, then with a soft sigh she remains silent.
Hmm…My friends, what would your thoughts be if…a ball was organized?
The expression of delight that comes over her face is quickly replaced by a slight frown as she glances down to her typical peasant skirt brushing a wrinkle from it, then with a soft sigh she remains silent.
Ayla really couldn't ignore that nervous racing of her heart as her gaze flicked about restlessly. She tried desperately to calm herself but something was simply not working. It was bothersome, the fact that she found herself so unsettled and offset by the simple figure of a woman rushing by beneath a cloak. Ayla felt a steadying sense that this woman that skipped past into the shop was not the woman from the nights before. She didn't act as suspiciously avoidant and sneaky as that unrecognizable figure had, so Ayla doubted highly. Besides, after that incident the person would have been a fool to walk so unbothered through the town.
Ayla only listens partly to the man's words, distracted by the short, quiet mumble from Achae. Tucking her chin in slightly, Ayla closes her eyes for the shortest of moments as she listens before taking a light step back, eyes flicking back up to rest on the woman. Her look told Achae plainly that all was not well in what she asked. Giving a look to the others, for a moment letting her look rest on Jorokar, Ayla only shrugs before lowering her voice.
"Aye.. I still get them. More often as well. And... It's not just the book anymore that causes them. I... I don't know. Something's going on Achae. I'm not... Not even sure of my own sanity these days."
Her face turns noticeably bothered as she whispers to the woman, looking helpless before she sighs, shoulders heaving with the deep breath. However, not wanting to upset anyone in the group, she shakes her head and forces a warm smile on her lips. This smile, however, falters when the hooded figure wanders out. The elfess finds herself staring to the woman's face, trying her best to reinsure herself that was not who it so easily could have been.
She would have let herself become wrought with nerves again had it not been Jorokar's voice that caught her attention. More so, it was the mentioning word "ball" that shifted her gaze back to the small gathering. Letting her eyes close again, Ayla makes a faintly grimacing face before slowly turning her even, though wary stare to Jorokar. At first, he gets nothing more than a forcibly blank look before she rolls her eyes. Desperate to get worries off of her mind even for a short while, the elfess chuckles quietly before pointing an accusing finger at the man.
"What are you trying to do, force me to do something humiliating like dress up for a ball? Or am I even invited, hm? Knowing some people, they wouldn't want someone like me constantly complaining at their little party. Though... I do give you credit for one thing... You've been much more diligent than Dantagon on having a... Ball for no absolute reason.
At that, the elfess lets her usual, crooked smile make an appearance, slowly relaxing as she shoves her wretched thoughts away. Her nervous attitude and constant worrying would ruin this little moment of fun. She'd have plenty of time to think on things, now should not be wasted. As she notices the notes of the bard fading slowly, Ayla looks to the elf with a similar smile as before, turning the accusing finger to a light wave toward him, giving Jorokar a sidelong look.
"Perhaps he could be the musical talent for your hu-.. Ball."
Gradually, oh so gradually the elfess took on her normal disposition as she relaxed. The worried, stressful look vanished as her smile widened and the color returned to her face. For now, all was forgotten. For now... Ignorance was bliss.
Ayla only listens partly to the man's words, distracted by the short, quiet mumble from Achae. Tucking her chin in slightly, Ayla closes her eyes for the shortest of moments as she listens before taking a light step back, eyes flicking back up to rest on the woman. Her look told Achae plainly that all was not well in what she asked. Giving a look to the others, for a moment letting her look rest on Jorokar, Ayla only shrugs before lowering her voice.
"Aye.. I still get them. More often as well. And... It's not just the book anymore that causes them. I... I don't know. Something's going on Achae. I'm not... Not even sure of my own sanity these days."
Her face turns noticeably bothered as she whispers to the woman, looking helpless before she sighs, shoulders heaving with the deep breath. However, not wanting to upset anyone in the group, she shakes her head and forces a warm smile on her lips. This smile, however, falters when the hooded figure wanders out. The elfess finds herself staring to the woman's face, trying her best to reinsure herself that was not who it so easily could have been.
She would have let herself become wrought with nerves again had it not been Jorokar's voice that caught her attention. More so, it was the mentioning word "ball" that shifted her gaze back to the small gathering. Letting her eyes close again, Ayla makes a faintly grimacing face before slowly turning her even, though wary stare to Jorokar. At first, he gets nothing more than a forcibly blank look before she rolls her eyes. Desperate to get worries off of her mind even for a short while, the elfess chuckles quietly before pointing an accusing finger at the man.
"What are you trying to do, force me to do something humiliating like dress up for a ball? Or am I even invited, hm? Knowing some people, they wouldn't want someone like me constantly complaining at their little party. Though... I do give you credit for one thing... You've been much more diligent than Dantagon on having a... Ball for no absolute reason.
At that, the elfess lets her usual, crooked smile make an appearance, slowly relaxing as she shoves her wretched thoughts away. Her nervous attitude and constant worrying would ruin this little moment of fun. She'd have plenty of time to think on things, now should not be wasted. As she notices the notes of the bard fading slowly, Ayla looks to the elf with a similar smile as before, turning the accusing finger to a light wave toward him, giving Jorokar a sidelong look.
"Perhaps he could be the musical talent for your hu-.. Ball."
Gradually, oh so gradually the elfess took on her normal disposition as she relaxed. The worried, stressful look vanished as her smile widened and the color returned to her face. For now, all was forgotten. For now... Ignorance was bliss.
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Aleytys leans relaxed with her shoulder on a tree, her mocking smile crossing from time to time through the beauty of her face, but never reaching the darkness of her midnight eyes. Since weeks now she is seen without a real smile, acting cold,gorgeous, statuesque, but the most people avoiding her icy charisma. In any event she eschew to see more than one person before her face.
"Hmm…My friends, what would your thoughts be if…a ball was organized?"
Both brows lifted she chuckled after Jorokars words, shaking her head slightly.
She has watched the whole scene, feel the emotional pressure between Ayla and Jorokar, the young hooded woman who had thrown a deep glance in Joro's eyes.
Her eyes meeting shortly Achae, a grateful nod follows, this woman was indeed insightfully and heartily. Again she lowers her voice, whispering very soft to Jorokar
My dear.. I guess its urgent that we speak , but you should have fun before. Enjoy the ball and your life .. It's so cruel that can be over all very quickly. This hooded young woman have an eye on you .....
She moves back with an icy smirk upon her full lips, clears her throat and speaks to all
Well let's have fun ... Seems ages that I...
she hesitates, deep in her eyes appears like a strong lightning somewhat of anguish, only to see from a person which standing close to her and able to look in her eyes
that I danced.
With a hidden sigh she leans again relaxed with her shoulder to the bark of the tree.
"Hmm…My friends, what would your thoughts be if…a ball was organized?"
Both brows lifted she chuckled after Jorokars words, shaking her head slightly.
She has watched the whole scene, feel the emotional pressure between Ayla and Jorokar, the young hooded woman who had thrown a deep glance in Joro's eyes.
Her eyes meeting shortly Achae, a grateful nod follows, this woman was indeed insightfully and heartily. Again she lowers her voice, whispering very soft to Jorokar
My dear.. I guess its urgent that we speak , but you should have fun before. Enjoy the ball and your life .. It's so cruel that can be over all very quickly. This hooded young woman have an eye on you .....
She moves back with an icy smirk upon her full lips, clears her throat and speaks to all
Well let's have fun ... Seems ages that I...
she hesitates, deep in her eyes appears like a strong lightning somewhat of anguish, only to see from a person which standing close to her and able to look in her eyes
that I danced.
With a hidden sigh she leans again relaxed with her shoulder to the bark of the tree.
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Jorokar chuckled briefly as Ayla conversed, seeing the response he more or less had expected from her, though possibly it was a bit of an overreaction for him. He waved his hand in a dismissive manner when he spoke then.
"Oh come on, wearing a dress is nothing humiliating. I’d love to see you in a dress, for once."
He winked after ending that sentence, a wide teeth-baring smile present on his lips that brightened the look on his face. With a slow blink, he looked away and added as he shrugged:
"Besides, such a ball would be perfect to meet old friends and become acquainted with new people."
Jorokar glanced towards the elf as Ayla mentioned musical talent. However, he quickly looked back at Ayla towards the end of her sentence, making an odd face. Hu…? What was she going to say? He couldn’t figure it out, and that made him curious, even causing the smile he had to alter in an amused one. With a raised brow, he inquired further on it.
"Hu…what? What did you want to say, hm?"
Upon hearing Aleytys’ quiet words, Jorokar shifted his head a bit towards her, though he still stared at Ayla, dividing his attention between the two. However, he soon had to look at Aleytys, her claims seeming to show importance. He inevitably let his smile fade away completely, as what Aleytys had told him literally scared the young man, although he tried not to show his fear. He had no idea to what she was referring to, or what she had in mind, except for the last part. It was at that point when he caught a glimpse of the young hooded lady sitting on the log. He kept his head facing Aleytys while his gaze pointed straight towards the mysterious stranger, the sensation of awe and speculation inescapably returning again. He was too sidetracked now to distinguish what Aleytys next said, and to perceive the pained look on her face. A few seconds later, a blink successfully distracted him from the transfixing stare, and soon he looked towards the rest of the small group, placing now a quick smile, somewhat dishonest at first.
"Oh come on, wearing a dress is nothing humiliating. I’d love to see you in a dress, for once."
He winked after ending that sentence, a wide teeth-baring smile present on his lips that brightened the look on his face. With a slow blink, he looked away and added as he shrugged:
"Besides, such a ball would be perfect to meet old friends and become acquainted with new people."
Jorokar glanced towards the elf as Ayla mentioned musical talent. However, he quickly looked back at Ayla towards the end of her sentence, making an odd face. Hu…? What was she going to say? He couldn’t figure it out, and that made him curious, even causing the smile he had to alter in an amused one. With a raised brow, he inquired further on it.
"Hu…what? What did you want to say, hm?"
Upon hearing Aleytys’ quiet words, Jorokar shifted his head a bit towards her, though he still stared at Ayla, dividing his attention between the two. However, he soon had to look at Aleytys, her claims seeming to show importance. He inevitably let his smile fade away completely, as what Aleytys had told him literally scared the young man, although he tried not to show his fear. He had no idea to what she was referring to, or what she had in mind, except for the last part. It was at that point when he caught a glimpse of the young hooded lady sitting on the log. He kept his head facing Aleytys while his gaze pointed straight towards the mysterious stranger, the sensation of awe and speculation inescapably returning again. He was too sidetracked now to distinguish what Aleytys next said, and to perceive the pained look on her face. A few seconds later, a blink successfully distracted him from the transfixing stare, and soon he looked towards the rest of the small group, placing now a quick smile, somewhat dishonest at first.
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Skaalib's mouth curled slightly at mention of a ball. His lips formed a gentle smile at the thought, and he chuckled. He then said, not without a touch of irony, all the while taking a jovial approach, laughing and grinning.
"Ah yes, a ball, what a great idea! We will have singing and dancing and food and drinks! Crowds will flock from all of the island to join the festivities! We will all lay down our weapons and we will join hands round the fire, singing songs with our enemies, who will repent their sins and join into the bosom of the five! It would truly be a marvelous ball! Perhaps I should sing! I daresay none of you have heard my beautiful voice. Let me warm up, then I shall give you a taster!"
And then he began a series of the most awful throaty noises you could ever hear, before abrubtly stopping, his grin fading.
"Nay my friends, this is not a land of festivities and merriment. It is a land of adventure, of death, of glory. It is the land where one can rule by strength of blade alone. This is a land of heroes and ne'er do wells. Sadly not a land of joyful balls and dances."
And he undertook a wistful, almost regretful expression.
"Ah yes, a ball, what a great idea! We will have singing and dancing and food and drinks! Crowds will flock from all of the island to join the festivities! We will all lay down our weapons and we will join hands round the fire, singing songs with our enemies, who will repent their sins and join into the bosom of the five! It would truly be a marvelous ball! Perhaps I should sing! I daresay none of you have heard my beautiful voice. Let me warm up, then I shall give you a taster!"
And then he began a series of the most awful throaty noises you could ever hear, before abrubtly stopping, his grin fading.
"Nay my friends, this is not a land of festivities and merriment. It is a land of adventure, of death, of glory. It is the land where one can rule by strength of blade alone. This is a land of heroes and ne'er do wells. Sadly not a land of joyful balls and dances."
And he undertook a wistful, almost regretful expression.
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Achae Eanstray
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Achae's thoughts flickering, from images of a ball with ladies in fine gowns, men in their best clothes with lights and music, as with the flames of the campfire brought a small brief sadness to her face. She was not a part of that in her peasant dress, and her visions never encompassed herself as being there, but she could easily picture Aleytys looking beautiful as usual, and yes even Ayla in a fine gown while dancing with Joro. A smile grows on her face at the vision then hearing Ayla's words abruptly her daydream disappears as a dark cloud descends.
Turning to her she whispers casually, trying to hide any concern from her face, "Can I borrow the book for a couple of days? Just to look at it more closely?" Not only did she want to open it again, but was curious if Ayla's headache's would go away without it. Waiting for an answer, Achae glances at the hooded figure then curiously to Aleytys and Joro before settling on Skaalib as he begins to speak.
Turning to her she whispers casually, trying to hide any concern from her face, "Can I borrow the book for a couple of days? Just to look at it more closely?" Not only did she want to open it again, but was curious if Ayla's headache's would go away without it. Waiting for an answer, Achae glances at the hooded figure then curiously to Aleytys and Joro before settling on Skaalib as he begins to speak.
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Juliette del Attilia
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After some more minutes Juliette bend down to put on her leather shoes again. Every of her moves were fluent, yet nearly careful like she would do them the very first time. She accurately tied the shoes, lacing fine loops before straightening again and having a look towards the dark sky. Barely any clouds were covering the cool glowing stars and Juliette smiled for the fraction of a moment before she rose. Grabbing her light bag and adjusting her dark violet cloak, she crossed the marketplace, but not without glancing another time at the group. Her gaze locked for one moment at the armoured man, she would offer him a warm, less hidden smile this time. A caring smile that one would offer a friend.
Shouldering her bag she led her gaze back towards the street, disappearing in the shadows of the night.
Crossing her arms and letting her hands fold out of sight, Ayla tore her restless gaze from their sidelong look to the fire, returning to the group about her. She realized only then how much she had missed a group of friends about her like this, talking about nonsense and the like. Perhaps it was this realization, this comfort of having something vaguely pleasant and familiar around her that had thwarted the nervous antics of the elfess. The warm smile, which had been a rare appearance for Ayla as of late, persisted upon her lips even as she heard Jorokar speak of things that normally would have annoyed her. Instead of rolling her eyes or making a crooked face, Ayla simply let her smile widen in response to his, shaking her head in a slow manner. As he spoke about the dress and seeing new friends, the elfess remained silent. She had little to say for now, instead taking the opportunity to let her gaze trail over those around. Him, Achae, Aleytys, Skaalib and the bard she believed she had met at one point or another. It indeed was good company, even if she didn't know a couple as well as the rest.
At Jorokar's curious question, Ayla lets her green stare return to find his, giving him that crooked smile before shrugging one shoulder. She had decided not to mention that his idea would be a humiliation, for her at least. Balls and formal dancing was anything but something she often indulged in and she knew it would be far more than a little interesting if he came through with the idea. For the moment, mainly for his sake and pride, she'd keep quiet. Chuckling lightly, Ayla let her attention wander when Aleytys leaned in to whisper to Jorokar. Frankly, she found her normal curiosity nowhere in sight. It had gotten her into enough trouble here of late, she needed no more. As the man looks away, turning attention to the woman, Ayla herself is caught by the lizard's sudden speech. At his ramblings, Ayla couldn't help but laugh quietly, the amusement lighting her face for the first in what felt like weeks.
However, despite the amusement found in the lizards rather random speech, Ayla's laughter did not last long. As Achae approached again, Ayla turns slightly to face the woman, giving a brief glance to the others before lowering her voice in response.
"Achae.. I swear that book is cursed somehow. I don't really want others messing with it, or suffering really. I... Later, alright?"
The elfess leaves it simply at that, turning back to the others as Aleytys and Jorokar continue to converse in similarly quiet tones. Raising a hand to rub her eyes wearily, Ayla looked about in the darkness. As her mind wandered, she neither realized the hooded figure had left nor ever noticed Jorokar's lingering stare. Instead, she seemed to focus on the growing darkness, absently biting her bottom lip for a long time. Then, in an attempt to break the gradual silence falling between them, Ayla turns her stare back to Jorokar, this time speaking in a little less... enthused voice.
"I've a question about this ball you're planning... Where exactly are you even planning on having it? That's one main reason Dantagon never got the first one in mind working."
The question was casual, simple and something to keep the mood lightly. Tilting her head vaguely to the side, she falls silent once again after her short sentence.
At Jorokar's curious question, Ayla lets her green stare return to find his, giving him that crooked smile before shrugging one shoulder. She had decided not to mention that his idea would be a humiliation, for her at least. Balls and formal dancing was anything but something she often indulged in and she knew it would be far more than a little interesting if he came through with the idea. For the moment, mainly for his sake and pride, she'd keep quiet. Chuckling lightly, Ayla let her attention wander when Aleytys leaned in to whisper to Jorokar. Frankly, she found her normal curiosity nowhere in sight. It had gotten her into enough trouble here of late, she needed no more. As the man looks away, turning attention to the woman, Ayla herself is caught by the lizard's sudden speech. At his ramblings, Ayla couldn't help but laugh quietly, the amusement lighting her face for the first in what felt like weeks.
However, despite the amusement found in the lizards rather random speech, Ayla's laughter did not last long. As Achae approached again, Ayla turns slightly to face the woman, giving a brief glance to the others before lowering her voice in response.
"Achae.. I swear that book is cursed somehow. I don't really want others messing with it, or suffering really. I... Later, alright?"
The elfess leaves it simply at that, turning back to the others as Aleytys and Jorokar continue to converse in similarly quiet tones. Raising a hand to rub her eyes wearily, Ayla looked about in the darkness. As her mind wandered, she neither realized the hooded figure had left nor ever noticed Jorokar's lingering stare. Instead, she seemed to focus on the growing darkness, absently biting her bottom lip for a long time. Then, in an attempt to break the gradual silence falling between them, Ayla turns her stare back to Jorokar, this time speaking in a little less... enthused voice.
"I've a question about this ball you're planning... Where exactly are you even planning on having it? That's one main reason Dantagon never got the first one in mind working."
The question was casual, simple and something to keep the mood lightly. Tilting her head vaguely to the side, she falls silent once again after her short sentence.
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Appearing briefly disappointed at Ayla's whisper, with a sigh Achae turns again to the group but looking tired she finally, quietly moves toward the door to Eliza's intending to complete her errand then say her farewells before walking toward the mountain. Already the quiet moan of the wind through the trees called to her. She smiled thinking of the place she loved, only a few seemed to have found it, but those few that came added their touch to it making her more and more call it home.