PM to join A dog, a memory and a parrot [Altaira]

[Keilahier Noxforn]

5th of Winter 513AV


Everyone dreams to be something they are not even if it is something as simple as ‘I want to be normal’. Some dreams are cut short, a child with a life never live or an old man with a lost daughter….

Nox had been in Syliras as a squire for over four or so season now, a total of two years and yet she had avoided this place as if it was cursed. The stone gardens, a place to remember the fallen, Yet for some odd reason Nox didn’t want to remember but simply remember what happened on that day. It had become hazy after years of not thinking about it.

Nox had chosen to sit in the middle of the pathway and stare out over the stones, it was rude however no one else was there so she decided to sit anyway. Samson sat beside Nox all buckled into his armour, his black fur shining in the sun. The dog was truly beautiful and possibly the only thing she kept of her fathers since it was the only thing left after that storm.

“I hope he was buried.”

She murmured to Samson who looked at her with his big brown eyes. Rubbing his ears Nox continued to stare vaguely out across the stones.

[Altaira Readva]

The stone gardens was among the quietest places within the hustle and bustle of Syliran life - and for good reason. Much like the Icewatch of her home, the Knights of the city were honoured and respected. It only made sense that there was a place devoted to commemorate those that lost their lived for the cause.

Having had no ties to the place herself, but not unknown to the feeling of losing someone, and knowing someone who lost their lives in service to their city, especially, Altaira at times spent a short while in the stone gardens. Much of the time she'd take in the peace and sweet quietness of it, other times she'd just stare off into the patterns as she decided just what it was she wanted to do with herself.

She walked slowly through the gardens, the little trek she'd chosen in particular one that she was yet to venture. She was almost halfway through her slow walk when she noticed someone sitting in the middle of the path. She frowned as she drew near, unsure whether it would be best to leave her. But of course that would mean that she'd have to return the next day to complete the circuit - being one of those people that simply couldn't leave things half done.

"Excuse me?" She ventured, eyes taking in how close the next closest person was; unwilling to interrupt more than what was necessary. Even still, she was some length from the, as she saw upon closer inspection, woman - the sight of a large hound keeping her at bay. She should just turn around and walk the other way, right? That's be the best thing to do. Just turn and walk away, turn- and walk away.

She sighed and swallowed hard. Was it the parrot in her telling her to run, or did most humans feel that way? Either way, she'd already given voice to a couple of words, she might as well continue further."He won't bite, right?"

[Keilahier Noxforn]

Looking up with her jet black eyes Nox blinked, Instead of using her words she just rested her palm on Samson’s soft side and she patted slightly. Samson laid and rolled onto his back exposing his soft belly.

“You can pat him if you want”

Nox couldn’t exactly say anything about him not biting since in fact Samson had the strongest bite and would in fact threatened. Nox wanted to teach Samson more tricks however she need to find a certain book that would tell her how. From the guy on the caravan who originally taught him it was all about repetition. Doing the same movements for bells on end the exact same way, it made her wonder if she could do it with humans.

Smiling politely at the woman before her Nox looked back over the rocks noting their smoothness and the particular shadow they caused, it was an interesting pattern. Someday Nox would sneak in her own rock for her foster father.

Looking back at the woman the first thing Nox notices were the odd colour of her eyes, in her time in Syliras she had never seen someone with eyes that sort of amber colour, they intrigued her.

[Altaira Readva]

Altaira paused, inching her way towards the two with caution. It was a big dog, not as big her elder brother, but a massive hound none the less. She figured he had a nasty bite, though his eyes seemed kind enough; big and brown at that time completely content with his place. There was a moment when she internally questioned its loyalty, and continued on towards it on the pretense that it'd only act on its master's commands.

She tried not to dwell too much on the woman, coming to kneel by her side. More often then not, it was better to distrust those that you didn't know, but she was sitting within the stone garden. Chances were, she had lost a loved one or was a squire herself. Altaira was never a good judge of character, and when she noted the darkness of her hair and eyes, skin not quite the olive as her own, sighed lightly and decidedly gave up. Was she one of the desert peoples? Or did she have it in her blood, like she had Vantha? There were too many possibilities to pick and assume.

She took in a steady breath, and gave the pup a playful pat. She tried to calm herself the best she could, unwilling to allow herself rile him. "What's his name?" She gave a glance to the woman, a short smile as she tried to figure out if she was doing it right. She'd pet her brother from time to time, but he didn't care if she yanked and pulled at his fur. This seemingly sweet little pup? She had not a single clue.