Feeling "lost" [Open]

[Ginchoeri]

(Fifteenth of Summer 511)
Ginchoeri was sitting alone in front of the tent, even in the time she had been in Endrykas she hadn't really made any friends. Ever since the run in with the Zith she was always a little skittish. She hadn't really tried to make friends but she really wanted to. She took out her harp and sang the one song she new by heart. Her mother had sang it to her when she was little.

"The ghouls are lurking,
as the birds are chirping
all in the forest, she sleeps.

The cries of the widow
and the flowers in the meadow,
With furry comp'ny she keeps.

The horse has a start
and the man with a heart,
will reach out to her as, she weep.

The land as it mends,
and the hand that depends
on the man that makes not, a peep.

The hope in her eyes,
that will be your demi-i-ise, (short puase)
No one can pretend
when the day comes to an end,
that she is the wolf and the sheep."

The lay soothed her when she didn't know what to do, or when she was sad. It had an old folksong feeling to it and she loved it through and through. She smiled as she continued to hum the melody.

[Erzotol Silverden]

On the outskirts of Endrykas, Erzotol ran. He ran for many reasons, but today, he ran to clear his mind of the shadows that cobwebbed there. It was a city he thought about leaving soon, a place where all his family lived, and that fact made him falter in the slightest. Could he actually leave his family, abandon them without word just to trek to far off lands that didn't remind him so much of his past. He wanted a new start yes, but was he willing to hurt all the people he knew and loved just to get that chance. It was tempting to say no, but in his heart, he knew it had to be done. Whether or not he would tell his family though was another matter entirely. He wasn't sure he could face the disdain on their faces at the announcement that he was leaving, or the possibility of his mother’s tears. When did things get so complicated he thought, but he already knew the answer to that. It was a mixture of his father’s death and his own inadequacies that spurred him on, to seek fresher horizons, and better yet a new start where nobody knew who his was, knew of his failures, or could pity him for the loss of his father.

Putting one leg in front of the other, he kicked off the ground continually trying to increase the speed of his run, his eyes almost squinted shut. Exercising came as a release for him, his mind not so clouded with such thoughts on whether or not he was doing it right, or even about what he was going to do for the rest of the day. It was just simply that he was there, running around the great moving city, and burning his energy into exhaustion. Turning around another tent, he heard a faint melody on the wind, a high and breathy voice singing a song he had not heard of among his people. It was a girl's voice of that he was certain, and though he couldn't actually make out ever word that was sung the tune was quite nice, and his mind could fill in the words that he himself could not hear. Cutting through between two large pavilions he came to a stop between them and listened carefully, the music closer now. There not a few paces away from him a girl sat in front of a tent, a harp in hand, and was now humming the pretty tune she was singing to only moments earlier. A small smile came to his face as he strode over to her, loosening the straps of his coin purse and procuring two gold mizas from it, but keeping them in his hand for now. " That was quite the nice song, forgive me for my interruption, but where did you hear that? " he asked in a soft voice, his eyes watching her.

[Ginchoeri]

She slightly jumped, hear the mans voice had broken her from her daze. She looked at him and slightly blushed, "You are forgiven.... My late mother sang it to me when I was littler." She smiled brightly, "This harp... and that song.... are the gifts she left me when she died. I have always treasured them." She plucked a few chords. "I believe father made it for her. It is a symbol of their undying love I believe. Oh excuse my I haven't introduced myself." She slowly extended her hand to the man. "I'm Ginchoeri. J-just call me Gin."

[Erzotol Silverden]

A calm stillness settled over him though he didn't know why. The woman before him had a sort of charm about her after all, perhaps because of the elegance of her appearance. The way the slight rose hue crept to her cheeks, and her rather womanly dress that emphasized on herself, but also kept a certain sort of modesty about her, the red cloak she was wearing obscuring much of her hair from his angle. She certainly had an outlandish appeal to her, wearing clothes not quite common in this section of Endrykas, unless you where to venture into where the Ruby clan generally set up their pavilions. For some reason, he didn't much feel she belonged to them either, seeming more of a free spirit, than one tied down by families and responsibilities. Perhaps she was a traveling bard, which explained the instrument, and the song. It didn't much matter about her trade though, or the fact that she could play which furthered his guess she might be a storyteller by trade, but in fact what mattered now was a simple response to the kind greeting she offered him.

" Pleasure to meet you Gin that is quite the name you have. I am Erzotol Silverden of the Diamond Clan, at your service " he said before bowing deeply, hiding the slight flicker of frown at hearing of the passing of her parents. It was sad to hear anyone lose a loved one, but losing parent's affected him personally, his own father never far from his mind. Whatever he could do to help this woman, he would try, and perhaps if he was lucky, finally find release from the pain that hounded him. Rising up quickly from the low bow, he had already replaced the frown with a bright, welcoming smile, his eyes a touch softer when they looked upon her. He knew he was covered in sweat, and probably didn't smell to good to her, so after he took her arm in greeting and released it, he took two steps backwards hiding the move under the pretext of respecting the ladies personal space. It wouldn't do good to make her have to smell him, though other drykas found it normal, or even quite nice, the odor that often coated one who lived and breathed with horses, and just got done with a run to a outsider was not often received well depending on their breeding. " You have a bit of talent about you, it's not often I meet a musician such as yourself with such inspired words "

[Ginchoeri]

She noticed his gesture and almost took it the wrong way, she isn't used to other people so the gesture confused her. She looked at him closely and noticed he was covered in sweat. She smiled, "I am flattered." She patted the ground next to her, "Come, I do not bite." She had been sucked into his gorgeous blue eyes and sensed so many things. "My words... they do not deserve such great words... they are but taken from the mouth of another..." a deep sadness spread across her face. It was the first time anyone had really noticed her songs, or singing, and for some reason, it hurt her that someone noticed this song. She thought on it and came to the conclusion that it was because it was her mothers song. There were times when she truely did miss them. They taught her most everything she knew, but she knew she had to move on. Her face changed to a calm and mellow one with a small embracing smile.

She looked up and looked into Erzotol's eyes again. She felt that she could trust him. Surely and truely she felt that way. So she decided to follow her instincts. She lightly layed her hood back, her hair fell out in tumbles, and she repeated her statement, "Plese come, sit, I promise I do not bite."

[Erzotol Silverden]

The deep blue of her eyes reminded him of his own blue eyes and he felt a sort of kinship with her, what with their branching similarities and such. It was nice gesture she gave him, welcoming him close even though he didn't quite smell that good. He caught it's implied generosity and gave her a warm smile but made no move yet to come to her side, though he did step a few steps closer, his eyes locked on hers studying her face. Erzotol saw something there then, a flicker of sadness that he knew all too well. She missed her mother, perhaps as much as he missed his own father, yet instead of pushing into the past she brought the memory along with her, something he would never dream of doing because the fear of the pain it brought. Though he did not know why, it relieved him to see her smile again, a face like hers shouldn't be marred by such a frown and it helped him breathe easy. Then she pulled down her hood and revealed a thick mane of exotic silver hair. He couldn't quite pin down what race she belonged to supporting such hair, but it was quite dazzling in the sunlight reflecting it off just as well as a small basin of water would in the day. Again she motioned for him to sit down beside her, and smiling a crooked smile, he walked over and gently rested himself against the ground, turning his neck to the side to look at her. " So how long have you been in Endrykas milady? " he asked his eyes locking with hers.

[Ginchoeri]

Blushing but not looking away Gin held her gaze in Erzotols cloudy blue eyes. She absorbed his facial features into her mind as she thought of when it was she found herself in the camp. "Well," she paused still looking into his eyes, "I had by chance fainted just outside of the city shortly after my birthday and the next thing I knew I was within the encampment. So, for a little less then two seasons I belive." She smiled, knowing it was a strange way to enter the city.

She looked down at her knee's hoping that she wouldn't see ridiculing eyes, of which she had seen before from his people. She started fidgeting and new she wouldn't be able to sit for much longer. She strummed three note chords in this procession of majors, A, C, G, B, A, F, G and repeated it over and over quietly as she tried to calmly wait and see what he would say. It sounded like a questioning rainfall soft and pure, but sometimes she would brush against an extranote or she left one out, but she kept on playing, not questioning herself.

[Erzotol Silverden]

For a moment Erzotol just sat still, and quiet listening to about her curious arrival here, and the soft tones her harp played through the air, saturating it with a sense of peace and relaxation. A hand found its way underneath his chin, and he rested his head on it thinking. " That is quite the curious arrival, quite special really. I suppose you are the life of feasts with stories like that to spin. " he said in all honesty, knowing how some managed to weave fantastic tales out of much less than that. He gave her a comforting smile before his eyes drifted to her fingers plucking at the strings of the harp. It was soft, and gentle, the melody it spun through the air, and also promoted an air of relaxation, settling like a thin blanket over him. He was not used to hearing much music, none among his family or friends being particularly skilled at it, but he was growing to appreciate what he was hearing from this one, with her curious hair, and slowly settled back onto his elbows his eyes moving back up to her face. " It is quite the treat to hear you play. How long have you been practicing with that instrument? " he asked, his reclined position affording him a decent look at her face.

[Ginchoeri]

"My mother gave it to me to play when I first came into this form. So when I was no much more then a foal." Gin covered her mouth, her eyes had a shocked look to them. She said something strange again, and she knew it by looking at Erzotol's face. She almost felt tears coming on, but she fought them back. She felt her face flush, she wanted to run away, but felt it rude to do so, so she sat there with a more then embarrassed look on her face. Why was she talking so freely with someone she just met. Her mind was a mess of confussion and for some reason she looked at Erzotol to see if she could find the answers as she waited for his response.

[Erzotol Silverden]

His face screwed up in confusion, taking the statements together all at once. Had she said only one or the other he would have just have thought it her words for thing, but using them so closely hinted at other reasons. It was simple, she was a kelvic came the thought, and his face lost its look of confusion, instead returning to the warm smile it formerly possessed. It wasn't much like he hadn't met a kelvic before, Mae being a kelvic herself and quite the handful in her own sweet way. He pondered for a moment where she might have been off to, but his eyes soon oriented on the woman before him, the woman now known as a kelvic. " Ah, so you’re a kelvic are you? It is a rare sight to see one of your kind " he said, a grin on his face as he nodded towards her. Not so rare for me it appears.. His only experience with a kelvic so far named them as rather wild, not wishing to wear clothes of their own volition, not at all calm in the manner as this woman before him, and certainly not taking up a practice like she had. It was odd, but did not make him want to leave. He had much to learn about these people he felt, and perhaps talking to her would help him learn more about the race. " What is it like? Running so fast on the grass I mean? " he asked softly, looking to see into the insight of his own strider, Airiat whom he rode the grass often with.