Closed Tell Me More [Markus]

[Nira'lia]

She was slightly disappointed to find that he would not let the topic rest that easily, although she did expect it. Konti gifts were curious things and people always had many questions to ask… which was one of the reasons she was always uncomfortable about it, because she couldn’t explain it too well. “The entire past?” she repeated, her voice getting a pitch higher. She bit her lip and restrained herself from giggling. The thought was ridiculous… that would overwhelm anyone. “No, I only see broken segments.” Nira’lia smiled at him and tilted her head to the side. She looked at him closer and studied his features and… no, she couldn’t remember him at all. It must have been a very long time ago, and humans aged very quickly. Surely she wouldn’t recognize him. She doubted that he would be satisfied with her vague answers. He wanted an explanation… typical. “More specifically, I see a person’s happiest memory,” the Konti continued. A light blush crept to her cheeks. Explaining her visions made her embarrassed. “I’m sorry though, I’ve seen a lot and… we must have met long ago. I just… can’t remember who you are.” It sounded rude when she said it, but she was being honest. At the same time, she was curious as well… were they friends in the past? “Anyway, this gift… it’s the reason Ser Imass wanted me guarded,” she gave a forced laugh. “He’s a Knight and I saw something I shouldn’t know through him.” The Konti looked back at him, wondering if he had gotten the explanation he needed.

[Markus Andres]

The high pitched response did bother Markus a little. As if he had just said the most hilarious thing ever and Nira'lia's restrained lips told him that she were struggling not to giggle at him. It was clear he knew little of Konti gifts, but obviously he had overestimated the ability. Or at least he had overestimated her ability. But thinking about Nira'lia's ability and how many Konti ladies were on the island... Just how much tid-bits of information about his past did they know? Had one of them seen his greatest moment of greed? Anger? Could any of them tell his most sinful thoughts? It was an idea that both intrigued and scared him. The gods had created a wonderfully beautiful race and gifted them with some incredible abilities that were beyond Markus to fathom. Best to just let it lie. So Nira'lia could see the happiest memory of anyone she touched for the first time... Markus had dodged a bolt by having met her before. Or she might just have seen one of his more intimate moments back in the bathhouse. Or perhaps when he became a knight? Either or. Though he was a bit curious of what she would have seen prior to that. There were a few moment that might be considered happy back then. Hearing her speak of Imass, Markus could only nod. Of course Imass' happiest moment had been with the Windoak... It all fell into place now. Her power was the reason he was on this island. It was almost enough for him to ignore that she had stated Imass was a knight. Only almost, for such a silly comment needed to be ridiculed. "Imass is a knight? Really?" Markus nodded thoughtfully before he let a grin split his lips. "Sorry. That was rather rude of me. But Imass has saved my life more than once and I hope by Wysar, Tyveth, Sylir and Yahal and all other goodly gods that he is alive and well." Markus paused briefly. Thoughts drifting all over the place before he focused on Nira'lia again. He could not let his worry consume him. He had a mission to uphold. " And no offence taken, for I do not remember you either, so we're in the same boat there." Markus scratched his cheek. His memory had never been excellent and most of Zeltiva had been wilfully forgotten. "Hmm." Markus unstrapped the belt holding the scabbard and bastard sword and offered the handle to Nira'lia. "I intend to keep my promise, but never the less, would you like a free training lesson from a knight? It is a dangerous world out there and I would prefer it if I travelled with a woman capable of holding her own." Markus offered.