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[Valo]

What a strange man, was Valo's very first thought. Regrettably his second was a deep impression my the man's eloquence, a quality he truly valued in the mannerism of those he spoke to. When a man takes as much time to formulate his sentences correctly, it is a sign of his education and the ability to educate one self seemed scarce to most everyday people. Indeed the educated were his preferred crowd to mix with. And thus the red haired artist could not quite help him self but speak out against the man's departure. "Forgive me sir, but you have not even shared your name." he replied. Names were indeed important and precious at that. Perhaps they were to meet tomorrow, or yesterday even, that name would truly come in handy. "Besides, loneliness and seclusion when in pain, can frequently result in the most terrible of thoughts. Often I find, that a good conversation can prove a temporary medicine, quite similar to that of turning back the hands of time. Perhaps after escorting this lady to a medic, a conversation would be what you're in need of."

[Keira Star]

Keira was sympathetic of Miles, who seemed to be in a depressed state to say the least. He was to leave so his pain would not infect them; but he was wrong. Pain is not infectious, not to her anyway. Pain was the result of someone being distressed, someone being impacted negatively, being hurt on any level. The best way to get rid of pain, she believed, was to have other people who can talk you through it, help treat it, to have people who care. Then, those people would help lift pain off of the person's shoulders, they would share pain, and when enough people care, the pain vanishes.

'Twas better than being alone, having only the pain as your companion.

Keira felt touched, almost heart broken for him, wishing that whatever plagued his mind to go away. Perhaps he would talk about it, reach towards the extended invitation. She did not feel that she was hurt enough to go to a medic, but she was always too tough on herself. You are being weak, it is not nearly as bad as you make it seem. Stop being so sensitive. These words echoed in her head, she had been told these things for so long, now she herself began to say them. When one tells themselves something for a long time, they begin to believe it also.

"I'm fine, please don't go to the trouble," she told the red haired man, although that statement wasn't entirely true. She had no idea what state her arm was in, but she felt guilty for causing her own injury by slowing down. That wasn't quite true either, but her worries and thoughts of the past worked together to make her believe that it was. "It's my fault for being so stupid" She said softly. She still appeared to be a bit worried and frightened.

[Miles]

Miles did not answer Valo's invitation first, rather he deferred to the most immediate need, Keira's arm. "We'll be heading to a medic, it would be unfortunate to let a small wound grow and fester.." Which, as Miles thought of it, was also an answer to Valo as well. The man would not leave as long as he was invited, it would be rude to new acquaintances, and Miles was sure he would regret offending potential friends, and future contacts. There was no way he could set aside his feelings for the day, but he could, with the help of these new comrades, survive them.

Keira's words also registered with him, and Miles shot her a stern look. "As you learn more of this world, you will find fools rarely have the self awareness to name themselves so. We haven't trouble to go to, and be thankful for that." After a pause he took a deep breath, and then turned to address Valo, finally: "Valo, perhaps the day is not meant to be spent alone. Why not travel with the young lady to a medic; then, depending on her condition we will either celebrate her wellness or mourn her predicament in the Quill." He smiled toward them both, and it didn't seem as forced as the last. He shrugged his head in the direction of the nearest Medic- "if you please.."

[Nai'a]

Nai'a had just arrived from the wild lands a few bells ago, searching the city. She did not realize how vast the city was, coming from one who was used to open wild lands. But it was not just the vastness of the city, but all the people! She left the wild lands in hope of more interactions with individuals, and to do the will of Rak'keli. As she swam through the sea of people, dodging them as she went, or them having to dodge her, she saw a huge monument before her. The sun bathed the monument, making the eyes glint and twinkle, as if the weird looking man was looking out over the city.

Nai'a could not help but be intrigued by this, and ventured towards the statue. There were three individuals near the statue, conversing. Two men and one woman. One of the men had long shimmering red hair, the other looked to be dark of hair but could not be sure. The girl was a little thing with blond hair and a kind face. Nai'a tried not to listen, she truly did, but sometimes curiosity just got the better of her. She listened in on their conversation, keeping the hood down over her face to keep it and her hair hidden. Then she heard someone say another was hurt, and needed a medic. This made Nai'a's heart begin to race in excitement, she loved to help other people. She was nervous about approaching the three strangers, but she could never refuse to offer help if help is needed, even if it was she that did the damage. It was the way of Rak'keli and she obeyed her will to the fullest extent. The trio looked to be about to leave, so she cast away her fear and nervousness, and decided to approach.

Nai'a cautiously approached the trio slowly. When she was close enough that they could hear her speak, she cleared her throat to get their attention, keeping all of her face except her nose and mouth hidden under her hood.

"E-excuse me? I heard someone was in need of healing. I am a healer and can help with small wounds if that is what is needed." Nai'a's voice stuttered at first, but then came out in a soft sing-song tone, caressing their ears, a smile spreading on her face. She hoped they would accept her offer, but she was sure she looked suspicious with her hood hiding herself. She just did not want to be defined by her race. Everyone assumed kelvics to be stupid animals, and she was living proof that they were wrong. She had her quirks to be sure, but she was not a 'stupid animal.' Nai'a abandoned her angry thoughts and cleared her throat awaiting for the reply of the trio of strangers.

[Valo]

"We'll be heading to a medic, it would be unfortunate to let a small wound grow and fester.." replied miles and a small rock fell from Valo's heart. He couldn't quite explain why he wanted to keep the man beside himself so much. Though the answer was simpler than he could have imagined, for at the very core on the artist's personality was a love of people and the very altruism that caused him to aid Keira in the first place. A need for socialising which he'd been somewhat deprived of in sufficient amounts at a young age. A charisma which he worked hard to develop in his teen years and above all, the very true and honourable love of people than made him just that, Valo. He shot Miles a quick smile, for the man spoke in metaphors, - a way of telling him that perhaps his words spoke truth - he was sure of it. Again, not yet quite sure why, but he was sure of it anyway. Perhaps an invisible thread of friendship would soon arise between them that bound one man to the other in a silent communication. Those were the best kinds of friendship. With perhaps a little objection from the girl, a clear mark of youth and a sweet heart, they had finally decided to go to the medic and quite rightly so, for Valo would blame him self if they were to ignore her pain. Of sound mind and good mood - for pain was not contagious, but good mood seemed quite the contrary. Even Miles seemed to have temporarily release that pain which troubled him and smile - they there about to set off,when a hooded figure confronted them. "E-excuse me? I heard someone was in need of healing. I am a healer and can help with small wounds if that is what is needed."said the figure quite boldly, though only the motion of her lips could be seen. The hood of her cloak cast it's dark shadow of obscurity upon the rest of the features. The voice however was soothing and melodic and saturated with femininity, thus Valo had no doubt it was a woman who dressed them. And it was almost an oxymoron how such a suspicious looking figure possessed such a gentle, honest voice. Valo's emerald eyes lay on Miles silently and then on Keira, studying each of his companions and their reaction in turn. This wasn't really up to him now. And truly there was something so terribly non-suspicious about this cloaked voice. "Perhaps my lady we'd like to enquire as to your identity." he said simply. If her intentions were genuine, she'd have nothing to fear. There was however the possibility that she'd wish illness upon his new comrade, or him self for that matter and that risk he wasn't prepared to take. Sometimes the most terrible of poisons are the most deliciously coloured.

[Keira Star]

Miles strong words blew through her a bit more rough then anticipated of him. But then again, he wasn't in the brightest mood so with could have been expected. Instead of reacting, she smiled slightly at him, her eyes showing a bit of gratitude. She didn't want to cause any other problems, and with all that was going on, it seemed like a great time to just go with the flow.

It was when she thought the situation was a bit more complex than simple, that yet another stranger approached. A lady nervously offered her assistance, speaking in a quite feminine tone. She seemed to be saying the truth, but the man with the red hair spoke "inquiring of her identity." Keira would have liked to say something to make the awkward tension subside a little, but nothing really came to mind; and so she was the girl. The little injured girl, with four strangers in front of a statue in the center of the city. It had never really registered how embarrassing this was, and her cheeks reddened a little, watching a couple people look at the four of them curiously.

"Maybe we should take this conversation elsewhere, we are attracting unneeded attention," Keira said again in her soft voice; this time a bit more relaxed because she had been around them for a few minutes, although it still bore some pain. She smiled at the woman who had offered her assistance, masking inner feelings and trying to focus on something other than pain. The tactic worked. Her hazel eyes sparkled when she smiled, and it was something people longed to see on Keira's face when you got to know her.

She was lucky that some of the people here were kind enough to lend a hand, without them she could have seriously been in trouble. Somehow she would have to pay them back for the kindness they were showing, but she had little money, or anything for that matter. She would think of something.

[Miles]

Miles listened to Valo speak, proud of the man's wariness. The soft and feminine quality of the woman's voice did not suggest safety to Miles, on any other day he lived in a world full of falsity. This woman could laugh a mirthful cherub's chuckle while putting a knife in their backs for all they knew. The Clinic was a neutral place where at the very least help would be available if Keira's position worsened, or the woman turned out to be malicious.

"I propose the University Clinic- it's not too far from the Quill, after all." His body language was a bit protective over the others- though he hadn't the heart at the moment to be aggressive. "This is no place for an examination anyway."

Miles spoke up, his face still tempered by his earlier bouts with the gloom that the loss of a loved one brings. "Once you tell is your name, who you are, then maybe you can assess her?" His voice echoed with a remnant of the cheer it was starting to gain in talking with Valo and Keira- and through the gloom of it all Miles wished a moment he didn't have to consider the negative possibilities first. "That is, if you accept her aid, Ms. Keira." He took a few tentative steps toward the University, keeping an eye on the injured Keira, ensuring she could walk on her own, and that the group would follow.

[Nai'a]

Nai'a glanced at the red head from under her hood. What a polite way to ask of one's identity.. he was dressed in elegant clothing, and his voice was full of intelligence with a soft touch to it. Nai'a smiled, she wasn't use to people with manners in her life. But she waited to see what the other's said out of manners before she spoke.

Then the young girl spoke after Valo suggesting they moved to a less crowded area. Nai'a could hear the pain mixed in with her light voice, and could not help the twist of her hear for the poor dear. She understood how she felt about going somewhere less crowded. Nai'a was sure to bring more attention than was needed once the cloak was off. She wanted nothing more than to comfort the young child, and wandered if the girl lived at the Orphanage where she might be volunteering soon as a healer. She smiled softly at the young girl as the other man spoke.

She turned her hooded head to the man when he suggested the university, and proposed that this was no place for an examination. Nai'a though had already looked upon the small arm and saw that it would take only moments to heal. Sometimes the smallest of wounds left the most pain for someone, especially when the adrenaline stopped pumping through one's veins. The man also inquired about her identity, and said she could assess the young girl, Keira, if she accepts it. At least the group was not fools, and polite as well. Nai'a sighed softly.

Once I take this cloak off, even more unwanted attention will be brought to us. But I will do as you ask of me, I am not here to harm you all, only to help. Nai'a said in her soft calming voice, a voice of healers.

With those few words Nai'a unbuttoned her cloak, taking it completely off. The sun glinted off her bright pink hair, making it shimmer in the light. Her fine dress with the slightest of pink color to it, matched her long pink hair, as she raised the sleeve up of her dress to show them the mark of Rak'keli. Her red stained lips curled up into a bright kind smile, as she spoke again in her healers voice.

I am Nai'a, it is a pleasure to meet you all. I have the mark of Rak'keli, and it is her will that I assist you Keira, if you accept that is? Nai'a looked upon the young girl with kind eyes and a small warming smile.

She heard the gasps of people behind her, and the words 'strange' and 'odd' flung out from the people of the crowd. She tried to stay confident as she stood there, but the words cut at her heart and soul, and the pout of her lips from the frown could not be stopped. She had hoped to at least make a name for herself before people knew a kelvic with pink hair was roaming the street of intellectuals. She only wanted acceptance, but now that will be harder to gain. Instantly the people will conclude her intellect minimum at best, and she will be the pink haired beast. Nai'a hung her head low, wrapping her arms around her body to comfort herself as the onslaught of unkind words hit her sensitive ears.

M-maybe we should go..If you want my help.. Nai'a stammered out the words, a light pink blush blooming on her soft cheeks. She breathed in deeply to stop the tears that wanted to pool in her dark grey eyes, she kept her head low, trying to stay confident, but the words of others making that confidence slowly fade away. She shouldn't care what others thought of her, but she so wanted to prove to the people that she was more than a stereotype that had in their heads.

[Valo]

The opinions of his companions seemed to diverge tremendously. For, whereas Keira seemed content and polite in her nativity, her youth leaving her unguarded before the prying claws of others, Miles knew the pain that men could cause too well and that in turn left him severe. And when he spoke he was blunt, though not at all as dismal as before, he was cautious and Valo could sense that within him easily. "I propose the University Clinic- it's not too far from the Quill, after all." he spoke and his words were protective, as was his body language. However the woman stayed calm and retained her composure, creating a pleasant aura about her, even if a little suspicious. "Once I take this cloak off, even more unwanted attention will be brought to us. But I will do as you ask of me, I am not here to harm you all, only to help." she spoke in a gentle tone and truth it was for she did as they asked. Unbuttoning the cloak and sliding the fabric from her silhouette, she revealed a pleasant face crowned by the most exquisitely coloured pink hair. And as she did so the crowds began looking at her and whispering, just like they did with him those few seasons back. Well that made two oddities that now stood side by side on the street. Valo the half Inarta and Nai'a the Kelvic, for without a doubt she was such. No race was famed for hair of that colour. And even though he had no idea what animal she could possibly be, there was no doubt in his heart as to her race. "M...maybe we should go..If you want my help..." she spoke, her entire body language shifting with the whispers. It was obvious they got to he and hacked mercilessly at her confidence and thus she grew smaller within her self, pink blush radiating from beneath her skin. None of this escaped his eyes, for he was perhaps the only person out there that could truly sympathise with the woman. He had been in her position. The exotic looking one, the strange to the simple humans of the city. But he had found his place and soon so would she. He nodded and took one final glance to his companions and then gestures the way with his hand. However instead of walking beside them he had taken his place by Nai'a a pleasant smile in his feature. "Valo my lady." he said, a voice of warm, honey textured purr, a little quieter than it usually was. "It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance." Perhaps it was the fact that they both shared something no one else would understand, but perhaps it was simply her pretty face that caused him to fly to her side like a moth to light. But he couldn't help but ponder what a beautiful painting she would be.

[Keira Star]

Keira had been asked twice whether or not she would accept the help offered. Nai'a introduced herself, removing her hood to show her shiny pink hair. Instantly heads began to turn, as if something foreign had been introduced to the world. Comments were uttered like "how strange!" and "who is THAT?" carelessly speaking regardless of what Nai'a would feel because of them. She had warned them explaining, "Once I take this cloak off, even more unwanted attention will be brought to us." Keira watched her grow extremely uncomfortable as they all stood around her. Miles was also becoming a bit protective and suggested they go to the clinic. She knew something needed to happen and fast to get them out of the side of the road and away from everyone.

She turned to Nai'a speaking with a kindness and innocence mixed in her voice. "My name is Keira, thank you so much for offering your help that I would gladly accept from anyone kind enough to give it. We may want to go with Miles's suggestion, unless there is a more suited place for this. I don't know my way around Zeltiva to save my life." Her voice was at a volume audible for only the four of them. She smiled warmly and she had a brightness about her that seemed impossible for anyone in as much pain as she, and a wisdom rare for her youth.

Keira had always been mature for her age, and very intelligent. That was one reason she was so optimistic, but that was just the way she was. There isn't enough happiness in the world now-a-days, she believed. Most people thought she was incapable of understanding on a higher level, but she ignored that and continued to be herself. People could figure it out on their own.

As for the help offered, she didn't care who had given it, just that they were kind and she was grateful. Just because someone was a different race didn't mean they were less valuable, no matter what anyone says. That kind of prejudice was a pet peeve of hers, and she was able to look past and accept those types of differences among many who sadly could not.

Keira had temporarily been able to ignore her pain, her body could handle it anyway. She was relatively strong for her age and gender, her muscles were toned healthily and her bones didn't break easily, so she wasn't extremely worried anymore. The best thing it seemed was to get away from the hoards of people plaguing the streets with their prying eyes. Keira began to follow Miles carefully so she did not further injure herself.

She was grateful for all of them stopping to help a complete stranger, and secretly hoped they could become friends even though she was significantly younger.