Work and Play (Closed)

[Euthisa]

Timestamp: 90th of Spring 512 AV Where: Wind Reach Who: Euthisa, Open Twas a quiet day in Wind Reach's Library, just the way Euthisa liked it. Working as a librarian wasn't only a job title to her, it was also how she spent time to herself and let the insanity of life slip away between the paragraphs of her favorite books. When she wasn't putting used books back on the shelves or helping someone find a book, Euthisa sat at the main desk reading her own book or writing in her journal. She didn't bother stressing about making money and providing for herself, the frustrations of trying to continue learning the fiddle, secret bladed fighting, or any of the other things life liked to put in front of her. When reading or writing, Euthisa felt like she no longer lived in Wind Reach. She was in her own world, or the one written on the pages before her, beginning a new, and riding someone else's life roller coaster. The excitement of something besides her own life never failed to make her feel better. It was finally closing time, and feeling that the building was sufficiently left in proper order, Euthisa left and began walking home. It was early evening, a comfortable breezy temperature outside, and Euthisa decided she didn't yet feel like going home. She didn't really know where she wanted to go though. She pondered momentarily about visiting the stables, then about going to a tavern, and finally decided just to wander and see where she ended up, and who or what she found along the way. Euthisa meandered along, being careful not to run into anyone or bump anything over and, remembering her mother's teachings as a child, made sure she kept her manners forefront in her persona. One could never tell who was watching or paying attention, and Euthisa still sought an Avora to learn under so she always looked for any way to "score points". Weaving her way in and out around Wind Reach, Euthisa mindlessly enjoyed her surroundings. She was born and raised here and she loved all of it. Eventually, she wanted to travel a little bit and see what was outside of her usual icy walls, though she'd probably never actually move away, but for now she was content with the only place she'd ever known. She opened her mind and took in what was around her; the voices and sounds of bustling about, eagle and other bird calls in the distance, the smells of the world under her feet, and the hair on her arms stood with the static of ambition and hard work in the air she breathed. The Inarta people lived and breathed a characteristic life of team work and success, and Euthisa was very proud of this fact. The only downside to the life Euthisa had lived thus far was that she really didn't have friends she regularly spent time with. There was the usual group of people who spent time at the library, and the people she usually saw in passing any time she traveled a routine path in her day, but outside of that she really had no one. She occupied all of her time herself, except for occasions like now. And it was occasions like this that she wished she did have someone to spend time with.

[Vaas]

Vaas never considered himself to be normal, and most people paid little attention to the odd blind young man. First impressions were never Vaas' strong point as he decided to wage a epic battle against a poor defenseless tree. Wind Dancer flies from his master's leather gauntlet to the canopy of the tree. Vaas readies himself for battle. He hold his staff in both hands while the facing the tree. He positions himself ready to attack. Vaas stares at a tree and says to it, “You really want a piece of me fine! Ready yourself for a thrashing of a lifetime villain...” Vaas twirls his staff in his hands,however, hitting himself in the back of the leg in the process. He winces in pain as he readies himself again for battle. He does a quick jab at the thick trunk, but he misses the tree. He quickly turns around not letting his back be exposed to the enemy. He says sternly to the tree, “I see you are quick, but I, Vaas the Mighty, will defeat you.” He does a quick swing to shoulder height of the tree trunk, and his second swing lands around knee height of the trunk.

Vaas jumps back in a defensive position after his attack on the tree. He listens to the sounds of the around him. He hears a sound of a bird land to his right. He spins to his right with a quick jab to the head to stagger and with his lower end of the staff swings at the knee level to sweep his opponent. After his attack, he goes back into defensive position, and he hears a squirrel rustle in leaves to his left. He pivots around facing the direction he heard the squirrel. He does a two swing combo with his staff at the mid section of his invisible opponent. He hears Wind Dancer, his hawk scream to him from the tree. He twirls around, with his staff, hitting around the face level of the tree. He steps back with trumpet smile on his face; however, his victory is short lived since he falls backwards over a exposed root.

Wind Dancer sees his friend thoroughly defeat flies down from his perch in the tree. He lands by the side of his friend, and starts biting at the leather gauntlet on his hand and wrist. Still lying on his back, Vaas turns his head to the sound and feeling of Wind Dancer assaulting his gauntlet. He says “crossly” at the bird with a smile on his face, “You know Wind Dancer your supposed to wait till I am dead. Before you start picking at my corpse.” Vaas laughs to himself, turn his head, and stares at the nothingness above him.

[Avon Lomondir]

The tantalizing smell of the hunt still permitted Avon’s nose as the young Kelvic maneuvered through the streets of Wind Reach without a clear destination in his mind, exhaustion still weighing down his body but his optimism slow to fade. It had been a successful albeit tiring hunt if he did say so himself. He could still feel the adrenaline rushing strongly through his veins, feel the scents and sounds fill him-become a part of him as his paws met soft grass in a repeated thrumming motion. He could remember the fear scent rolling of the mountain goat in waves as it struggled to get away, having a slight advantage over Avon who wasn’t familiar with the terrain yet, growing quickly accustomed to the sharp cliff-edges that would randomly oppose him. Such a small thing wouldn’t deter the wolf boy, the goal of food so close; his instinct chasing his rational away like an eagle would defend its territory. And of course…the Kelvic could remember when his fangs had actual sunk into the goats flesh, past fur, skin, sinew, and muscle. The blood had been warm in his mouth, tempting actually, stirring up his hunger. Hadn’t it been the strict regulations of Wind Reach keeping the young man in check, Avon wouldn’t have had any qualms in eating it right then and there. The people of Mt. Skyinarta had to eat before any one individual was to be satisfied. The concept was very much new to him, having been here only a couple of days. It was so much more different than Lhavit, a sudden feeling of homesickness going through him at the mention of the crystalline city. Look at me, holding up the flow of things with these thoughts, Avon inwardly thought as he shook his head, walking once more when he realized that he had stopped walking, letting out a quiet sigh. All these imaginings were making him hungry once more, which made the Kelvic wince as he took to standing against the rough wall that composed most of Wind Reach, observing everyone with obvious curiosity. He had already eaten his fill already and dinner wouldn’t be here for a couple of Bells, leaving the poor, hungry Kelvic with a growling stomach. It wasn’t like he was greedy or anything. It was just changing between forms, no matter how instantaneous, was exhausting and he did it rather spontaneously-whenever the mood fit him really. Actually, the instinctual yearning to change was inching at his skin just at the mere thought of it, unconsciously reaching for the buttons of his vest before his slender fingers froze, scenting the air, golden-green eye narrowing as they pinpointed the source of the unquie smell. There…! Standing peacefully amidst the sea of busy pedestrians was a beautiful young woman with flowing red hair, appearing to be enjoying her surroundings and somehow not disrupting the flow of things. She was Inarta he presumed; the red hair was kind of an indicator. But there was something different about her…something sorrowful…lonely even. A twinge of sympathy filled the Kelvic as he stared, unaware that he himself was approaching the female until he was next to her, looking into her eyes with a burning intensity. “It’s an awfully nice day…one that should be shared with others if I do say so myself. I…,” the words grew stuck in his mouth as he looked away for moment in hesitation, happening upon a peculiar sight in the direction he looked. Not so far away, a boy seemed to be sparring with a hawk sportively in what looked to be great fun. The wolf in him wished to join the free-spirited play but he hesitated, a contemplative look in his gentle eyes as he placed a hand on his hip. Without looking at the woman beside him whilst speaking in his soft tone of voice, Avon smiled cheerfully. “See? That boy over there has the right idea. He looks like he’s having fun.”

[Euthisa]

Failing to notice that in deep thought she'd stopped walking, Euthisa's attention was caught by the strangest sight ahead of her. A young man sparred against a tree, with a hawk as his audience, perched on a branch in supportive guard. Euthisa began watching as the man attempted to slay the tree, but mostly injured himself instead. She giggled to herself watching him. She pondered briefly of going over to him when her attention was snagged by a handsome young man now standing beside her. He stared into her eyes as he spoke to her, his voice like silk to her ears, and she swam in the golden green rivers of his eyes. She took notice of his black hair as well, spikes scattering his head the color of the darkest night sky, the sight taking her off guard living in a region of redheads. Dark hair wasn't common, at least not in Euthisa's life, and the contrast of him against the background of the redheaded people behind him struck Euthisa as a beautiful view. “It’s an awfully nice day…one that should be shared with others if I do say so myself. I…," He turned from her in hesitation, noticing the same sparring man she had moments before. “See? That boy over there has the right idea. He looks like he’s having fun.” He did look like he was entertaining himself pretty well. Strange, that Euthisa was just thinking to herself moments ago about how she wanted company, and it seems her thoughts had been heard. Grinning her brightest smile, she turned to the man next to her. "Well how about we go join him then? Come on!"

[Alori Sai]

Standing in the Second Quiver, Aela readied herself for practice. With her bow lowered, she pulled an arrow from the case that was strapped over her shoulder. Placing the arrow onto the bow, she lifted it up and raised the arrow slightly to rest just above the carved handle. With her arm steady and elbow bent outward, she pulled back on the end of the arrow so that it pushed tightly against the string. She breathed in, her eyes focused on the red and white bulls eye. Her last hunt was still fresh in her mind and she remembered how her aim and slowness in pulling the arrow into the right position on the bow had cost her. She was impressive in her skills with a bow, but she learned quickly that being out in the wild with prey and predators alike that it would take more to succeed. Exhaling her breath, she released the arrow and watched as it soared across the room, crashing into the center eye of the target. Again she reached over her shoulder and pulled an arrow from the casing and slipping it into position a bit faster this time, before firing it. The arrow moved much like the one before it and came in with a thud, landing next to the first on the target. She turned her attention to the next target and took her stance. Turning a bit to the left, she shifted her hips and straightened her back to attempt a target that was further away. Placing another arrow into the center of the bow, she raised it and aimed the tip of the arrow toward the center of her chosen target. She released the arrow, then quickly reached for a second, placing it into position on the bow and firing it behind the first. A third arrow would follow just after the second pinned the target. The first arrow would land true, landing in the center of the eye while the second landed to the left of the outer red circle and the third an inch from that. Aela took a deep breath and tried to calm herself as her emotions began to show. Closing her eyes, she cleared her thoughts and refocused. The next time she went out to hunt she would be ready as long as she focused. Opening her eyes again, she slipped another arrow into position and raised the bow and fired it. The arrow vibrated as it cut through the air and came in hot right behind the first arrow that had made the target. Aela smiled a bit, knowing that her aim and speed had gotten a bit better. She would go again, pulling another arrow onto the bow and firing away. Once she was done, she waited for the dek to collect the arrows and return them to her. It was another sunny day out and it's rays lit up the Second Quiver. Aela had spent much of her time in the darkness of hotshop, and coming out to the range was her first look at the brightness that the day had brought. Moving back toward the wall, she reached down and collected her boots, before sitting to put them back on. It was something about the sandy floor that made her want to walk without her boots. Standing up again, she gave a final glance toward the range before she turned and left for the day. Outside the sun's beams welcomed her, wrapping her in it's warmth while the wind's breeze cooled her skin. It was such a nice day out and Aela decided to go for a walk and enjoy it a bit. She slipped her bow into the back of the arrow casing strap and pushed it down into the small gap. It felt a bit uncomfortable as the bow was heavy and pressed again her back. Still, she ignored it and continued on her way. Without much thought in mind or destination, she made her way across the courtyard, which was still cluttered with debris. As she passed the meeting hall and came closer to the enclave, she heard a familiar voice. Moving closer she noticed a young man attacking a tree with his staff. It was the same young man that she had meet a few years back when she first started to work at Perith's booth. It was a memorable day as she had learned about selling her wares and picked up a few tips on glassblowing. She remembered that he was blind and a very odd guy, so seeing him attacking a tree wasn't all that strange. Just then, and almost as soon as it had started, she noticed him fall down. Beaten by a foe who hadn't moved or ushered a single blow. She couldn't help but to smile as she nodded her head. With all the commotion, she saw that two others had been standing there watching him, as if he were putting on a show. Aela still wasn't sure if his awkward act was genuine or if he was just having a bit of fun with them. When she noticed that he wasn't getting up, she went over to check on him. "Are you ok?" She asked and waved off his bird, who it always seemed was attacking him. "Come on, let's get you up." She said with a smile and pulled at his shoulder and left arm.

[Vaas]

Staring up into nothingness, Vaas lays there with a grin on his face and thinking to himself this is first time in a long time since he just laid down on the grass and listen to the sounds of city. He could feel Wind Dancer assault his leather gauntlet, but he does nothing to hinder the bird. Feeling the cool spring wind glad across his face, Vaas closes his eyes and thinks to himself, “Priskil thank you. Right now I feel truly alive.” He listens to the sound of two people talking behind him; however, he can't make out what they are saying. He laughs to himself at the realization that he must of put on a strange show for the two onlookers. He thinks to himself with a impish grin, “Maybe I should have talked louder for them. Vaas the Mighty, slayer of oversized vegetation!” With a grin still on his face, his thoughts start to wander to the epic tales of Vaas the Mighty. However, he might have to change the name of his main character, so it is not a bad self insert. He smirks to himself at the thought. He might have to add storytelling to his bard act along with singing and playing his flute.

Suddenly he hears foot steps walking towards him, and he hears Wind Dancer angrily squawk at the person as he flies back into the canopy of the tree. Curious at all the commotion, Vaas turns his head to the sounds of the foot steps.

"Are you ok?" She asked and waved off his bird, who it always seemed was attacking him. "Come on, let's get you up." She said with a smile and pulled at his shoulder and left arm.

Feeling himself being lifted up, Vaas hears a familiar voice, Aela. He smiles at her as she helps him to his feet. He steps back from her, brushes himself off, and says with a laugh, “Thank you Aela. Honestly the only thing I injured was my pride and my leg when I hit it with my staff.” He runs a hand through his ginger hair and his smile widens towards her, “I was meaning to check on you this spring, Aela. I was worried something happened to you when Ivak escaped, but I guess I don't have too now since your here right now. By the way, I am glad your safe.” He stops talking as he hears the two strangers approaching them. He flashes Aela a impish grin and turns to the approaching strangers and says out loud to them, “Don't worry both of you. All is safe for now.. this great evil is now vanquished.” He points behind him in some random direction, hopefully in the direction of the tree.

[Avon Lomondir]

The grin she sent his way was dazzling, her answer bringing forth a playful chuckle of agreement from his lips as he sent her another glance, his golden-green eyes unreadable but forever intense. Without any indication of his actions and enjoying the small spontaneity of it, Avon gingerly clasped the soft skin of her wrist and led the young woman to their shared destination in a quick pace, a blank look of incredulity flickering across his face at the appearance of another woman. The fiery-red mane that was her hair was at length with her shoulders and she was athletically slender, the quiver and bow immediately alerting him of her occupation. She too was a hunter. With an unveiled curiosity and a light interest, Avon observed as the Inarta woman generously helped the other to his feet, gleaning a sense of familiarity in the way she looked at him and way the male exchanged polite words with her. Humming a low tone in his throat and realizing that he still held the hand of the female that he abruptly dragged along, the Kelvic leisurely brought his hands to his waist, turning to look at his slighter companion with a contagious friendliness. The emerald hues of her eyes were a bit stunning the more he stared into them, almost comparable to the endless green pastures that he loved running through. Perhaps…he was getting off of tangent thinking this way, turning his gaze back toward the two people. “Why don’t we introduce ourselves?” Avon offhandedly said, winking at the girl beside him before walking closer. Once again, his progress halting as the boy who had been sprawled upon the ground flashed him an impish grin, proclaiming his great victory over his foe. And without actually looking, the male pointed in the direction of where he triumphed over the evil…which happened to be a wall. Blinking in bewilderment, his brows furrowing in mimicry of his light-hearted confusion, Avon couldn’t help but chuckle softly at the small mistake, taking a step closer to redirect the arm towards the actual “evil” with a gentle guidance. Perhaps the tree was truly offensive. “I think your great evil is that way…,” he smiled warmly, “but you seemed to have done a rather good job vanquishing it. Even though it...actually still stands.” Golden green eyes shifted towards the huntress, polite but full of mirth. “You guys mind introducing yourselves? I’m Avon. And the girl with me is…” The Kelvic frowned contemplatively as he turned to face the other young woman apologetically, grinning sheepishly. “And I never once asked your name. Forgive me…”

[Euthisa]

Giggling as her company took her by the wrist to lead them to the grave tree warrior, Euthisa followed along, taking new notice that another had already joined the man before them. Her ablazen hair gave her away as a fellow Inartan, a sight much more common to Euthisa's eyes. She was appropriately adorned as that of a hunter, and Euthisa was immediately reminded of the caste system. Being a hunter meant that she was an Avora, a tier higher on the totem pole from where Euthisa stood. She'd remember to keep this in mind, simply because even if it wasn't a drastic difference, Euthisa was taught to always keep caste forefront with everyone she encountered. She was also taught to always act accordingly. Familiar chatter could be heard between the Avora and the ginger-haired man as the duo approached, which meant that part of the acquainting process was already done. Her hand belonging to her once more brought her attention briefly back to her companion. He shot Euthisa a grin as they grew closer to the others, and against his other features, his smile gave her warmth. She could still feel where he'd held her hand on the way over, and trying to focus her thoughts, she did what she could to save the reminisces for later. They reached one another and the raven-haired stunner spoke first. “Why don’t we introduce ourselves?” He then corrected the mighty sparer as he attempted to point towards his "victim" and missed. Euthisa stifled a giggle at this, and awaited the appropriate time to speak. “You guys mind introducing yourselves? I’m Avon. And the girl with me is…” The Kelvic frowned contemplatively as he turned to face the other young woman apologetically, grinning sheepishly. “And I never once asked your name. Forgive me…” His cooky grin took her breath away and those liquid eyes found hers once more. Unable to contain her laughter at this point, playful giggles escaped her as she introduced herself to all of them. "At east Avon. There's nothing to forgive. My name is Euthisa." Nodding towards the hunter woman and tree sparer, she added, "I can see you two know each other already. It's a pleasure to meet all your acquaintances. What brings everyone out here on this fine day? I literally was thinking to myself only moments ago that today was a day I wished I had others to enjoy my time with..."

[Alori Sai]

Helping him to stand, Aela looked to him a bit surprised. She remembered that he was tall and obviously had grown more now that he towered over her. His hair was longer now also and covered his eyes. She guessed that he had it that way on purpose although she wasn't sure. She looked away for a moment, wondering where the bird disappeared to and found him in the tree. It was an odd thing to see or unique to say the least. Of the Falconers she had met, they all seem to have a close bond with their birds and a mutual respect between them. But between Vaas and Wind Dancer, it was different and she wasn't sure if he respected Vaas at all. She looked back to him as he spoke and hearing mention of the horrific storm that almost destroyed WindReach, she realized just how long it had been since she last saw him. "I'm ok Vaas, I've been doing alright. Where have you been all this time? I thought you had left WindReach." She turned away as Vaas did, when the on-lookers came over to join them. The woman was Inarta, like she and Vaas. Aela was sure that she had seen the woman before but could not think of where. The young man beside her was a foreigner, his dark hair and clothing said as much. Aela jumped a bit as Vaas suddenly bellowed and swung his long arm outward. She stepped back and realized that he was pointing in the wrong direction, but before she could help him, the dark-haired stranger stepped in and corrected him. Looking away, Aela bit her lip and held in a giggle. It wasn't the first time that Vaas's jovial act had brought a smile to her face and always when her thoughts were at their most serious. "Good job Vaas, I couldn't have done it better myself." Turning toward the pair again, she listened as the young man spoke. His hair was the darkness she had seen and it had a certain shine to it as the light hit it. His eyes were intense and she could tell that there was something wild about him, but she wasn't sure what that meant exactly. His name was Avon and there was something friendly between him and the woman he stood beside. Whether it was from the closeness in the way they stood or because they came over arm in arm. When the woman spoke, Aela recalled her voice but the name wasn't familiar. She remembered hearing her voice in the library, although she never had a conversation with her. Looking back to Vaas, Aela smiled kindly when Euthisa spoke of their familiarity. "I met Vaas a few years back. He's....an interesting guy." Reaching back, she pulled on the leather strap at her shoulder and adjusted it from the soreness it was causing. "I just finished a practice session at the range, and I figured I'd go for a walk. What about you? Traveler, are you living in WindReach now, or are you just visiting?"

[Avon Lomondir]

“I met Vass a few years back. He’s…an interesting guy.” Certainly, Avon was an agreement with the statement when his gaze returned back to the ginger-haired male, scanning his facial features a bit more in depth, his curiosity increasing. The ginger-hair Inarta wasn’t like those that he seen amongst the crimson headed Inarta, coming to believe that he could be mixed with another race. Yet…that didn’t seem to be the case. It was more likely that his hair just happened to be different from the norm is all. Perhaps, if it wasn’t too much of a hassle, he could inquire more about Vaas’s parentage. That is, if he was willing to part with such personal information. Movement flashed at the edges of his peripheral, seducing his attention back to the young huntress who had readjusted the strap of her quiver from either irritation or discomfort. Idly, the Kelvic wandered just how good she happened to be with that bow of hers, if she was fast enough to best him in taking down prey. Of course, his methods differed in execution; the natural precision and concentration needed to focus a bow was at variance when compared to letting instinct and adrenaline direct you. Admittedly, he would enjoy being a spectator during one of her hunts, just to evaluate her skill and technique. A question was directed towards the Kelvic and he was momentary caught off guard, quickly composing himself when he registered the content of the inquiry. “I just came back from a hunt not too long ago…,” he paused briefly, memories flashing through his mind, “But yes, I am merely visiting for the moment. Should I find a reason to stay then my residency will be a bit more permanent. Perhaps if I were exposed more to the marvels of this city, it might help my decision as well.” Avon shook his head as if dismissing troublesome thoughts, the humor returning to his eyes as he grinned almost wolfishly, feeling the insistent pull to change. Not yet… “Enough about me. I’m more interested in the rest of you. C’mon…I’m all ears.”