Open Made of Beer and Magic [Kelp Bar]

[Reaver Riatal]

Winter 71th 512AV Mid afternoon

Within the confides of the Kelp Bar sat a tall young man of perhaps only nineteen years. His head matted with dark hair that was too long to be short but too short to be long. Dressed in his usual long red coat and sitting off in a corner where he'd not be disturbed. With black gloves over his scared hands as he pulled out some old pictures. His sharp blue eyes staring at the piece of paper before him, on the paper where some of his older attempts at glyphing. They weren't bad for someone his age, but honestly he had a feeling he'd need more practice to do anything more complex. It did after all take him several chimes to just draw a simple focus sigil. Magic was a difficult thing to perfect, he was learning many practical things about it. And hopefully the University will supply him with more answers as to the how and why of it a little more. At least better than what his father had explained. His father had been a good man, at least in the eyes of others. To him his father didn't have much power, and power was knowledge. Although he was quite grateful to his father for teaching him what he knew, it was nice and he had enjoyed the time. Though the thirst of knowledge sprouted and after his father it was unfortunately up to him and him alone to water it. Back in Syliras he had tried to find a reasonable source, but he could hardly even find references to it.

Though as he sat staring at the paper before him his past mattered little what did was practice. And practice, like everything else, could make perfect. He had ordered a beer a little while ago, and although he knew he needed a clear mind when casting. He felt a little buzz never hurt his performance, in fact he even gained a little confidence. Looking back at his sigil's he decided to try another time. Taking out his jar of ink and setting it on the table he looked down trying to find his quill. He paused then panicked as he patted his form until he found it in his breast pocket. Smiling he took it out and sighed, dipping it in the jar her took to the paper drawing his four circles, the smaller circle in the middle and the x in the middle. Looking around he knew that there was nothing wrong drawing. But if he was to practice in here maybe he'd get in trouble? He smiled as his drink was brought to him, taking a long swig from the mug he shook his head. Smiling he chuckled as he looked at the candle on the table. It was lit, for now, but he was getting ideas. Looking at the sigil he just drew the ink was still wet. Quickly he ran over it again and then took the paper and quickly put it on the back of his hand. Closing his eyes for a chime he removed the paper.

The sigil of focus clear on the back of his hand. Smiling as he looked at the candle and leaned in and blew it out. Looking around he blew out the candle and pulled off a glove with his hand he pulled from his skin a small bit of ethereal blue res. Trying to focus on the floating small ball of res he settled it onto the wick of the candle. It had taken almost a chime for him to accurately place it. Difficult but worth the extra concentration. With a simple snap of his fingers it lit ablaze, though unlike most of his displays it only gave a small large burst of fire. Looking around he hoped no one noticed. Focusing on the same small flame he brought his hand close. Letting his hand get close he waited and concentrated djed slowly gathering towards the sigil and steadily leaving his hand. Focusing hard the weave took shape, doing his best to try and keep the weave steady. Wanting to create an as even shield as possible. He had only one objective for it, keep the slight smoke from escaping. The shield was even, a little weak at the top. But a solid small ball around the top of the candle smaller than a ball of yarn. The slight smoke began to build up until the flame was snuffed. With it snuffed out he let the shield dissipate and release the ball of smoke. An entertained smile stretched across his lips. Movement at the corner of his eye he turned thinking he saw someone.

[Nai'a]

Nai’a was not a drinker, she never really tasted alcohol before, nor did she plan to tonight. Though her mind seemed to be plagued by haunting thoughts this night. The rats scurrying the streets, the insects seeming to gather in masses from nowhere, more and more people becoming sick, and the children… The poor little souls being plagued by sickness, ravaging their bodies. Their once innocent eyes so full of life, now dull and pleading, pleading for life. Nai’a should be used to death, being a healer one must see death, meet it in the eyes and watch it take your patient in its arctic grasp. But Nai’a could not stand death, the thought of death hurt her heart, seeing those die around her plagued her mind, especially the children, the young souls that had yet to live a life.

Nai’a heaved a heavy sigh, the warm breath that mingled with the chill of the Winter climate made a small white puff, like a cloud, that dissipated quickly before her. Finally she had reached her destination, the ever famous Kelp Bar, one of which she heard her patients speak of, those who came in slightly intoxicated and thinking they were dying when in reality they were just drunkards. Nai’a walked through the doors of the bar and her gaze roamed over the surroundings. The barmaids were working tirelessly as they wove themselves around the tables, serving the men, receiving smacks on the rears from the drunks, and the said drunks making complete and utter fools out of themselves. Nai’a shook her head slightly, as she continued to peer around the room. Sitting in a dark corner was a man, a man with dark messy looking hair, which seemed to be casting magic.

This made Nai’a’s eye brows travel upwards as the man was obviously using Reimancy. Nai’a herself used Reimancy, though this man seemed to be using the element fire, whereas Nai’a knew water. She moved closer to the man as she kept her eyes on him as he began to cast yet another spell it seemed, but this one she did not really know what type of magic he was using. She watched as whatever spell he had cast over the flame, made it snuff the flame out, the smoke seemed to swirl in a spherical shape, as if trapped by some unseen force that had surrounded it. Nai’a was thoroughly intrigued and curious about this man, practicing magic so openly without fear.

She approached the man, as he turned to face her, his blue eyes were shocking. A wonderful contrast to such dark mane that blessed his head. Nai’a gave the man a warm smile, not sure what to say to the man Hey man I saw you cast some magic and I think that is awesome! Nai’a thought to herself. No, she would not say such childish words to the man, no matter how much his pale blue stare made her feel slightly nervous. Maybe her curiosity was not such a good thing after all, this man could kill Nai’a and she wouldn’t know it, she trusted and cared to easily for strangers.

Nai’a cleared her throat, finally managing the strength to speak to the man, ”Hey, I uhm… I am Nai’a. I hope I am not interrupting anything. Was that Reimancy you were casting?” Nai’a spoke in a soft tone, a little nervous and flustered, but still soft, words for only this man’s ears to hear, and keeping the soft warm smile on her face, to show she meant to harm to him.

[Reaver Riatal]

This was a strange situation, definitely one he hadn't anticipated. From a calm expression his face steadily became one of panic and unease. This woman was utterly daft! Apparently it escaped her thoughts that the reason he was practicing, and doing only small things. Was to NOT draw attention to himself while using magic indoors. He was registered with the University but still, the large burly sailors here. The big burly sailors who may not have a patience or open mind for magic. Why in all the name of Ivak's wrath would this petching moron just casually say it aloud in the bar?! She must utterly be- His entire thought process came to a lurching halt as he stared at her hair. He had seen a few things but still, this definitely took the cake. Did she slip and fall in an artists studio? There is no way that was natural, it had to either be paint. Some type of product maybe even some type magic perhaps? Whatever it was he was being irked by it, rather heavily at that. He stared at her air for a long moment before finally getting his thoughts together. Coughing lightly he decided to see if perhaps she was a mage or just a simpleton who had managed to pick up a bit of magic.

Trying to take his calm he looked at her dead on, he dragged up his memory of nader-canoch. "You-idiot are? Your-head thick or what? Magic - bar should mention not" His grasp on nader-canoch was rather impressive for his age however it had been difficult to learn. If she managed to respond in the same language, or even comprehend he might prove herself to him. However other wise she'd just be another nuisance in his life. If she wasn't able to deduce he was using reimancy, considering she could just be a fool with magic. Though he'd not simply disinterest her so quickly, if she knew of reimancy perhaps she had other magics she could share? If not then she'd not be of much use, if she was this unintelligent. Then perhaps sticking around her loud mouth wouldn't be too great of an idea, he was all for making new friends. However if she couldn't keep a lid on it, he wasn't sure all the physical pain would be worth it. Letting his mind drift back into place it had been long moments of thinking in his head. But in reality not even half a chime had passed.

With his focus on the present once more he looked to the mug of kelp beer. Taking it and putting back another swig he placed it on the table with a long gasp. He wanted to act like an ordinary patron but it was clear his pale face and the nervous sweat on his brow was pegging him as different. And although he was a regular here at the bar, he never really socialized with anyone here. He was just here with his glyphs, drawing and minding his own business like always. Though that did raise the question as to why she had chosen to come to his quite little corner of this old rickety bar. If she did manage to respond in nader-canoch he himself might accidentally himself cause an incident. He noticed he had a small habit, he kinda felt a little better about his. Issue, that had happened earlier in the season. The acts of kindness he had performed and the ridiculous actions he had performed. At least he knew he was himself. Looking back at the glyph on the back of his hand, looks like his little practice session might be cut short. Looking upwards he cast his gaze to the woman before him curious of her answer. His sharp blue eyes analyzing her and the possible responses to follow.

[Nai'a]

Nai’a shook her head with a frown. It seemed the man was mad at her, and she had not an idea why. This place was accepting of magic users, sure some were not, but most were. She also made she her voice was not heard by anyone else, especially since they were in a dark corner away from people, and the people that were in the bar were making so much ruckus with their alcohol muddled minds, no she was quite sure no one could hear her words. Unless of course they had sensitive ears like she did, then maybe they could. Nai’a just shrugged it off, she hated rude people and if this man was going to be rude she would not waste her time on him. Life was too short to be wasted on little petching shykes that did not know their place.

The man’s voice came out in a language she had heard before. The language her former bond mate spoke quite fluently. She did not know the language enough to even consider it a poor language she could speak, although she heard it before. Nai’a did not understand why this man was speaking like that, it really was uncalled for, truly was. ”Unfortunately my former bond mate did not teach me how to speak like a mage. So unless you want to talk in common, then I shall leave you to your little tricks you have going on here.” Nai’a spoke a little harsher this time, though her tone was still soft, the words soft enough that he could only hear once again.

She did not understand why this man was acting so strange, so secretive about what he was doing. It really made no sense, it wasn’t like they were in a city where his throat would be slit just because he was a mage. Did the man not understand where he was? Did he not know that this city accepts everyone, well with the exception of Ziths, with open arms? Nai’a shook her head slightly; her thoughts were really starting to annoy her, and this silent man with his magic. She was of course going to be kind to him, just as she was in the beginning, Nai’a did not really have a mean bone in her body, nor had the time to be bothered with being rude, and it was truly a waste of time and energy to be that way.

[Reaver Riatal]

Utter disappointment struck him as he looked up at the woman with the annoying hair. He honestly didn't like where this was going, she would prove to be boring and he'd have to deal with this now. Oh perhaps he could try and make this fun at least in some way. Maybe he could turn her deaf for a while and see her reaction? She wouldn't be able to see his djed or the forming shield or the shield if it was disturbed. Sure it would only last a day or so but it would be funny as all hell perhaps. Make a good scene, or perhaps turn her mute? That could solve this problem for himself, that was for certain. Looking over at the unlit candle he reached over with his bare scared hand producing some res on the wick. He snapped his finger letting the fire spark up inside his shield. Placing a hand on the shield he fed it just a little more djed the sigil of focus on the back of his hand helping him flow his djed easier. He was enjoying his little experiment but the disruption did demand a response. It was only a chime or two since her response but he was quick with an answer. Looking to her his sharp blue gaze piercing into her with a smile slowly turning charming and kind.

Taking his breath he kept his voice a little lower in volume and a lot kinder in tone. His words above a whisper, but below a normal talking voice. "My apologies, I was testing to see if you where a real mage or not. To my sadness you are indeed not unfortunately. As for my 'little tricks' I'd appreciate if you kept your voice down more. A lot more in fact, this is indeed Zeltiva however, practice of such. Well sensitive things like the use of djed in a bar is a little, dangerous. And those around us are more of those who prefer to use their might over their minds. And personally I'd rather not be beaten by those in a bar I frequent often. Or worse, be removed from here for the fears of others on practicing something like that indoors." He gave a more pointed gaze to her at the end. He didn't mean to be rude, in fact he started out kindly with good intentions. However the idea that she might shout or speak something that could potentially ruin things for him here. Though he was indeed registered at the University, he was unsure of how the general public act. Besides those in the bar where men of strength, the sea, and the god who reins over it. Magic, talk of it, or the use of such before them had. Unpredictable effects at best, and he didn't like the idea of risking his personal safety just so he could have a conversation. A conversation which could potentially only be mildly interesting. He honestly wished that someone with more perhaps depth or talent with djed. That would be a conversation he'd pay to have.

[Nai'a]

The man looked dangerous, the type of individual Nai’a did not concern herself with, ever. His words came out kind, but she could tell from observing him that he was not really being kind to her, it seemed a little too forced to be true. Nai’a sighed softly and leaned down, ”I wouldn’t bring attention to you, I haven’t yet.” Nai’a gestured with her hand, showing the people who were not concerned with them, nor paying attention at all, the only thing they were concerned about was when their next refill of their alcohol was going to be. ”If you were to use your magic against me, that is another problem. I would then bring attention to you, as well as let the Wave Guard know of what you have done. So I think it is best you just calm down and stop being a prude.”

Nai’a casually brushed the wrinkles out of her dress, and then she flipped the hood over her head. ”Be careful who you make enemies with sir. Those who seem weak are usually those who are the strongest. Those who appear to be the strongest are usually the weakest.” With those last few words Nai’a secured her hood and walked out of the bar. The place wasn’t somewhere she usually went, but she had heard about the Kelp Beer they served there and wanted to take a sip of it. But the man had ruined her mood and her time. Plus she wasn’t the type for confrontations or drama, she stayed out of it. The mark of Rak’Keli forbade violence unless necessary, so she avoided it whenever she could. Nai’a could only hope that the man was not that rude to everyone he met, because she was very serious about her words. It was obvious he thought her weak, in mind and strength, but she was not going to prove him wrong. That was just childish and a waste of time, she would rather spend her night under the stars and smelling the salt air anyways.