Weather Warning (Giannya)

[Aarias]

The warrior nods and lets his gaze turn from the fire to Giannya as they speak. He finishes up his soup and places the bowl down next to the bench. "Being quiet is not always a bad thing. I could have guessed that much, being in large groups or crowds can be quite an energy drainer." He clears his throat before continuing, "Have you heard of the pox sickness raging through our lands?"

"But, other then that, being a collectivist society - even being in Endrykas is not as bad as it may seem. Your neighbors become your friends and you know that they will help you through the bad times. Well..." He pushes his hands towards the fire, looking at the light reflect off of his skin and nails. "I won't tell you how to live your life. You have it all together and I am pleased that you know how to survive in the wilderness of the Sea."

When she offers him the picture, he gingerly takes it from her as if it were some ancient text that was so brittle it would break under the smallest bit of stress. "Your brother is an artist?" He looks at the picture to Giannya, matching up like features such as eyes, nose, mouth, and chin.

"Its a nice depiction." With another long look at it, Aarias hands it back to her. "I am sure that she did have a nice voice! It must have been so relaxing to fall asleep to a singer." He smirks a bit, "I never had songs, Tack, my uncle, would only tell me stories of great warriors, knights and rangers. Now that I think of it, it was really the same story over and over again just with different names of different characters. Man grows up and becomes a great warrior or knight and then has some sort of issue that, in the end, creates who he is as a person."

Aarias pushes his cloak over his shoulders, rummaging around for a hidden pocket in his torso. Out comes a neatly creased piece of parchment. With careful hands, he unfolds the picture and shows it to Giannya. It depicts a beautiful rocky ledge with cottages that are licking the edge of a dreamy ocean inlet. The water sparkles a bright blue, matching the sky.

"My friend from Zeltiva sent it in one of her letters to me since I wanted to see where she lived." He smiles at the picture, holding it in one hand as if it were a newborn child. "I swore I would always keep it with me. And well, here it is."

[Giannya]

Giannya looks over at the picture and smiles, softly. She nods at him.

- It looks great, like a dream. What was your friends name? she asks, curiously, tilting her head a bit. It's kind of cute that you kept your promise, not everyone does... and yes, we do love it here.

She laughs, slightly at his comment about the stories that his uncle told him.

- I didn't heard alot of stories when I was young and my mom was pretty amazing. My brother is amazing in art too, in drawing. I guess our family is pretty artistic, she whispers, looking in the distance, outside the window.

[Aarias]

Aarias withdraws the picture from Giannya's sight once she has a long look at it. He turns it so that he may look out onto the scene, pretending for a moment that he wasn't in the cold and sharpness of the winter world.

His memory is flooded with the time he spent with Cellia and the few letters that have corresponded between the two. "Her name is Cellia and she is a daughter of a merchant out in Zeltiva. Her father crafted and sold me my sword when he came to Endrykas. Cellia is due to join us once the spring settles in." The warrior smiles, his gaze turning to the fire for a moment.

He leans over on the bench, tucking the picture away close to his heart before gripping the sword handle and pulling it free from the sheathe. The firelight illuminates the Falchion as he turns it this way and that in his grasp, the steel well made. Aarias also keeps it clean, after every fight or situation, he thoroughly wipes it down as if it were the delight of his life.

"Well, as long as you're happy out here, that's all that really matters, right? You should consider yourself lucky to have such crafting skills. I can hardly write, let alone pain or draw. Cellia must have winced at my first letter I wrote to her. I am getting used to writing in Common though, it grows on you if you do it enough."

[Giannya]

Giannya smiles, slightly, listening to him and nods. She walks over and looks at the sword, thinking it was probably the one Celias father made for him.

- It looks great, she whispers, softly and intrigued, takes a look at all the small details on it.

She turns and walks to sit down at the table, on a chair made from wooden. She sighs and narrows her eyes.

- Celia, your friend, do... do you love her? she asks, curiously, noticing how lost in thoughts he looks when he's talking about her, so happy and carefree.

Giannya puts her hands on her knees, on the small fabric of her dress and smiles, curiously, wondering what his answer will be.

- And you must know, I'm sure you're a good writer. Sometimes you just have to free you mind, but it can be hard to do.

[Aarias]

Aarias' face turns sour for a moment as he remembers a thought. Cellia won't be joining him for this season, the thought had slipped his mind completely. "Ah, yes, I forgot... she cannot make it. It saddens me deeply." His gaze turns to the floor but once Giannya moves over to the wooden chair, he looks back to her.

With an easy motion, he slides the sword back in its proper place at his hip. His fingers intertwine in front of him as he leans towards the fire.

"As far as loving Cellia, I am not sure. I know she is in love with me but we have only met once and our correspondence has been through letters. Most of what she says I believe is a fantasized version of me. Do you know the saying, 'absence makes the heart grow fonder'?" He chuckles a bit, glancing back to the fire, his usual whiskers dancing with firelight. "I think that is what is occurring with Cellia. I have not loved and don't plan to for a very long time. My heart belongs to my training - there is no room for a woman as far as I am concerned."

His eyes look back to Giannya, inspecting her reaction to his words. "I apologize for my splash of such harsh words but its the truth. Many have loved me but I believe my heart is in a locked box for all I am concerned. I care for Cellia greatly but in order to love her, I would need to spend time with her. The Cellia I know is part reality and part my imagination. It's hard to tell when all I see are words on paper."

[Giannya]

(Sorry, I was gone to France for the week )

Giannya simply nods, watching him carefully. He does seems like his heart is locked inside a box. Loving someone can be hard sometimes. Giannya knows how it feels. She looks down slowly, gazing her small hands and plays with them nervously.

She once fell in love with another guy that was in the village. She used to go spy on him everynight because she knew where he always went to think alone. He went near the river, behind their tent. Giannya started talking to him and he was great, but one night he wasn't at the river. That's when she realized he had left the village for another one-without saying goodbye.

She knew what rejection was. She always felt alone when her brother wasn't with her and the worst part was that she really was alone. Alone... Such a big word to describe something. A feeling. A truth.

The truth was, Giannya easily fell in love and would always let everyone she trusted in her life quickly. She wasn't the one to lock her heart, but she was shy. She would never let anyone suffer if she could do something for them, but she would suffer herself alot. She wasn't really strong, but she had a strong heart.

Giannya lifts her eyes slowly and peeks at him. She stops playing with her hands and stands up.
- I believe we should sleep now, it's late and we need it, she says, softly.

Giannya looks around and sighs.
- Is there anything you need before I go in my bedroom? she asks, her face not showing any emotions for once, because of sadness, because of what had happened to her before.

[Aarias]

Once Giannya starts to play with her hands, Aarias' eyes move to them. There is something about her movements that should have indicated her feelings to the tall Warrior. But a day of traveling in the snow and cold have turned his brain into what feels like mush. There would be no smart thoughts, just ones of sleep and exhaustion.

"Thank you for the food and shelter." He tells her one last time, showing that he is truly grateful for what she is doing for him. A nice fire, warm bed, not to mention food in his once growling stomach. The chill had seemed to latch onto his very soul, his thoughts turning dark while he wondered around in that damn blizzard. Luckily sleep will set him straight.

"As for needing anything, no, I am fine but I appreciate it." He waves his hand to her, smiling before glancing around, "Where shall I sleep?" Something about the night of conversation has made him lose his mind, not knowing if she indicated to his sleeping quarters already or not.

"And tomorrow, I shall look for your brother. Sleep well and may Goddess Morwen cease this ghastly blizzard we are a part of." He chews his lip, thinking back to his clan and how a few will not make it through the cold night. Those blue eyes looking to the folds of the tent as he doubts his plot of course. Perhaps if I kept going, someone could have been saved. Not that it's not great to have had this meal and company but... I just hope the winter thaws sooner than later.

[Giannya]

Giannya brushes her small and delicate hands against the bottom of her long warm dress and licks her lips. She seems to think for a few moments before she sends all her attention to what he had asked her. She slowly nods and smiles.

- You're welcome, I hope you will have a good sleep here, she admits. We don't have any extra rooms, so you could sleep in my brothers bedroom or take my bedroom and I'll take his bedroom. I'm sorry about that. We also have a small sofa here but it's not as confortable as beds are and I think you need a good sleep.

Giannyas eyes slowly looks at him up and down before looking at the ground and she sighs. She grabs a blanket she made herself and walks to him.
- Here, she says, handing him the warm and soft fabric. It could help, it's really cold these days, with the cold Winter we have. I really hope too that tomorrow will be better, that there won't be a storm outside. It would be nice to see the sun again, quickly... she whispers, softly, her eyes soft, as if she was thinking to her own self.

She smiles, cutely and looks back at him, curiously.

[Aarias]

Nodding, Aarias starts to take off the sword and the belt along with it, setting it by the bedside. Like a good warrior though, he makes sure that within a blink of an eye, he could have it at the ready. Being woken up this morning by Nighstone was a disgrace and he knew it, not even having time to react before being thrown to the floor. Nothing like that will happen here and Aarias is sure of that. He is sure that no one had followed him today. Why would master risk his own life? He hates me either way. Such foolish thoughts. He chuckles to himself, breaking the concentrated look he had on externally.

"It's fine, I'll take your brother's bed and if he happens to come home then I am fine sleeping by the fireplace." The smile returns to his face before he itches his scruff, glancing in admiration to her clothes before looking back up at her. "You have a good night as well, lady Giannya." Taking the blankets form her, he bows his head low in respect for all she is doing for him. He has a nice warm place to stay, food in his stomach as well as a warm bed.

"As do I. Hopefully the harsh winter will quickly move over us and allow for spring and the Feast of Life to start once again." Raising a brow when she glances at him curiously he slowly asks, "Is something wrong?" Not quite sure what that look might have meant.

[Giannya]

Giannya suddenly blinks when she notices she was staring at him and shooks her head.
- Oh erm, nothing, sorry. I was just, well, lost in thoughts, she admits and bits her lips, softly.

She looks down and turns, brushing a hand in her hair, slowly letting them out of her beautiful braids into big curls.
- If you need anything, I'm in the room beside, goodnight, she whispers, while she nods at him and walks to her bedroom.

She close her door, gently and hops off her dress, letting it fall beside her bed. She changes into a nightgown made from fabric that she made and puts her jewelries beside on a night stand made in wooden. She slowly laids down in the bed, under the blankets and closes her eyes.