34th of Summer, 511 AV
It was like this most of the time they were together: both of them stayed quiet, Syveris watching the lean hand scribble something in a book, or listened to his flute when he played. She sometimes liked to pretend it was only for her, but she knew that he played to all those around him, even if they didn't hear. It wasn't something that bothered her, though. But her favourite times when they were together was when someone came to the librarian and asked for information on some book, and Arin provided it, together with some of his weird remarks. Syveris had learned to enjoy them.
Today was no different, and she laid in the table on the Enclave, looking as Arin wrote smoothly on a page. Syveris never asked for what he was doing, as the only time she had done so, the man had responded that he was working, and refused to give any other information. Arin was like that, sometimes, and even after a whole year of knowing him, she still couldn't figure the teen out.
Finally, he lowered his quill, and stared. When he did that, his green eyes locked on her golden ones, and Syveris felt incredible uncomfortable. It wasn't nice to be stared at like that. With a grunt, she looked at the book the boy had been writing, but he had already closed it.
"What?" she blurted out, trying to get his attention somewhere else that not on her face.
"It has been a year since the first time I saw you." he stated, in a neutral tone, as if that was the most natural thing to say. Probably it was, for him.
"Yes, so?" she frowned, trying to see how that would be important. "We met at Summer, but..."
"No. Today, 34th of Summer. We saw each other today, one year ago." Syveris gaped at him, amazed at his memory, that he still remembered the exact day. She would be flattered, if it had been anyone other than him, but it probably was something natural for Arin. "We shall celebrate. I have managed to get some potatoes. We can cook it in the Kitchens."
It took a few ticks for Syveris to answer, and when she did, she chuckled. "This is your idea of celebration?"
"Do not focus on the activity. Focus on the company." he answered, before closing his book and placing it under his arms. He moved towards the Enclave entrance, and Syveris knew that he would leave her behind if she didn't hurry. With a sigh, the Avora got up, and ran to catch the other.
"I hate cooking." she stated, but it wasn't exactly true. She shook her head, even though the other wouldn't see it. "Actually, I can't cook. I'm terrible at it."
At that, Arin stopped, dropped his book, and walked to her, quickly holding her face between his hands and forcing her to look at his eyes. Syveris gulped, nervous. After the time when he helped her walk because she had twisted her feet, he had never touched her, except on the few moments that he truly wanted her to hear what he was saying. It was few times, but they always ended up changing something inside her.
"Never say you can't do something." his voice was strangely neutral, and his eyes were cold as always. "Set your mind on it, and you will be able to achieve it. You can be Endal if you so wish, and you can cook, if you set your mind to it." and then, he released her, grabbing the book once again and returned to the path he was following through the Inner Warrens, as if nothing had ever happened. Syveris followed, a little confused about why the other had mentioned Endals and cooking at the same phrase.
As they made their way to the Darnivas Commonrooms (at least that was where Syveris thought they were going. One could never be sure with Arin.), she began to think about how the boy had managed to change her so much during the year they had spend together. Little by little, her need to hurt others, be it with words or physically, subdued, as she began to find calmness and tranquility in Arin's company. Sometimes, she still wanted to fight, but she controlled herself, both because of her friend and because of the promise she had made to her mentor.
Little by little, she was also becoming more and more eager to show her feelings to those she cared about, and she wasn't bothered that she cared anymore. It was great, and she was sure that, given a few more times, she would certainly become even better.
When they reached Arin's room, she waited outside while the boy entered and did whatever he needed to do inside. Syveris had tried once to walk into the place, but Arin had been so annoyed by it that she just gave up. It still hurt a little, but it was something she needed to live with, as another of Arin's perks.
He finally left the room, and then led the way to the Kitchens, with Syveris walking quietly behind.
It was like this most of the time they were together: both of them stayed quiet, Syveris watching the lean hand scribble something in a book, or listened to his flute when he played. She sometimes liked to pretend it was only for her, but she knew that he played to all those around him, even if they didn't hear. It wasn't something that bothered her, though. But her favourite times when they were together was when someone came to the librarian and asked for information on some book, and Arin provided it, together with some of his weird remarks. Syveris had learned to enjoy them.
Today was no different, and she laid in the table on the Enclave, looking as Arin wrote smoothly on a page. Syveris never asked for what he was doing, as the only time she had done so, the man had responded that he was working, and refused to give any other information. Arin was like that, sometimes, and even after a whole year of knowing him, she still couldn't figure the teen out.
Finally, he lowered his quill, and stared. When he did that, his green eyes locked on her golden ones, and Syveris felt incredible uncomfortable. It wasn't nice to be stared at like that. With a grunt, she looked at the book the boy had been writing, but he had already closed it.
"What?" she blurted out, trying to get his attention somewhere else that not on her face.
"It has been a year since the first time I saw you." he stated, in a neutral tone, as if that was the most natural thing to say. Probably it was, for him.
"Yes, so?" she frowned, trying to see how that would be important. "We met at Summer, but..."
"No. Today, 34th of Summer. We saw each other today, one year ago." Syveris gaped at him, amazed at his memory, that he still remembered the exact day. She would be flattered, if it had been anyone other than him, but it probably was something natural for Arin. "We shall celebrate. I have managed to get some potatoes. We can cook it in the Kitchens."
It took a few ticks for Syveris to answer, and when she did, she chuckled. "This is your idea of celebration?"
"Do not focus on the activity. Focus on the company." he answered, before closing his book and placing it under his arms. He moved towards the Enclave entrance, and Syveris knew that he would leave her behind if she didn't hurry. With a sigh, the Avora got up, and ran to catch the other.
"I hate cooking." she stated, but it wasn't exactly true. She shook her head, even though the other wouldn't see it. "Actually, I can't cook. I'm terrible at it."
At that, Arin stopped, dropped his book, and walked to her, quickly holding her face between his hands and forcing her to look at his eyes. Syveris gulped, nervous. After the time when he helped her walk because she had twisted her feet, he had never touched her, except on the few moments that he truly wanted her to hear what he was saying. It was few times, but they always ended up changing something inside her.
"Never say you can't do something." his voice was strangely neutral, and his eyes were cold as always. "Set your mind on it, and you will be able to achieve it. You can be Endal if you so wish, and you can cook, if you set your mind to it." and then, he released her, grabbing the book once again and returned to the path he was following through the Inner Warrens, as if nothing had ever happened. Syveris followed, a little confused about why the other had mentioned Endals and cooking at the same phrase.
As they made their way to the Darnivas Commonrooms (at least that was where Syveris thought they were going. One could never be sure with Arin.), she began to think about how the boy had managed to change her so much during the year they had spend together. Little by little, her need to hurt others, be it with words or physically, subdued, as she began to find calmness and tranquility in Arin's company. Sometimes, she still wanted to fight, but she controlled herself, both because of her friend and because of the promise she had made to her mentor.
Little by little, she was also becoming more and more eager to show her feelings to those she cared about, and she wasn't bothered that she cared anymore. It was great, and she was sure that, given a few more times, she would certainly become even better.
When they reached Arin's room, she waited outside while the boy entered and did whatever he needed to do inside. Syveris had tried once to walk into the place, but Arin had been so annoyed by it that she just gave up. It still hurt a little, but it was something she needed to live with, as another of Arin's perks.
He finally left the room, and then led the way to the Kitchens, with Syveris walking quietly behind.
x Poppy
