[Kova's Well] Wishing for Help (Damselian)

[Ora Sa'vina]

60th of Summer, 510AV
[Kova's Well, Dusk]

Ora had been standing by the well for nearing on an hour, she had dropped in gold Miza, quite a while ago, the idea of assisstance was something Ora felt she would need very soon. The young Konti stared down the well, her fingers feeling over the cold steel of her Father's Lakan as her mind wandered. She thought over what had happened in the short while she had spent in Sylira. The woman's mind was drawn and dwindled on a very prominent point, the death of the Akalak man who saved her life.

Ora still hadn't full moved on from the death of the acquaintance, her cheek was almost fully healed, but a lingering tint of green and yellow graced her face under her eye. A sigh escaped the woman's mouth as she turned away from the well, leaning against it as her eyes moved to the sheathed weapon in her hands. Why am I still here? Ora wasn't sure why she remained at the well, but something seemed to keep her there, looking over her father's weapon contemplating her stay in the new city.

[Damselian]

A vast figure appeared on the shadowy verges of the street corner. As he appeared in her peripheral vision, pausing for a moment in the dark, Damselian could provide a few seconds of paranoid fright. His stature and the bright blue tone of his flesh made him a difficult enigma to unravel within the shadows. He wore a great gray cloak, obscuring his figure. His shaven head turned slowly to look at the woman standing near Kova's Well, considering her. She was clearly waiting for something, standing alone in such a place. Or someone. She might wonder who this giant man was, and what the hell he was doing there, lurking in the darkness. Deciding to dispel the mystery of his presence and introduce himself, Dams stepped into the light with no further ado.

As his face came into view, there was a wide smile across Damselian's handsomely masculine features. He lifted a hand to wave at her, walking quickly in broad strides toward the woman. As he was about halfway to the well he spoke, his loud voice echoing through the empty square.

"The sun has vanished from the sky! I see that forlorn look on your face, why are you waiting here at this bell? It's getting mighty late, you know. A fine lass like yourself should be with her man now, in the safety of their home." Dams stated with conviction, his expression shifting to a crooked grin. He stopped about 5 feet from her, folding his arms over his broad, naked blue chest. "If you don't mind, I should walk you home unless you have good reason for being out at night. If so, then you're just going to have to tolerate my presence until your wait is over. It's too dangerous for you to be outside alone at this bell, in the heart of the city no less. If I were to leave, and something bad were to happen to you, my conscience would never forgive me. I would be a broken man." he explained, speaking in a convincingly sincere manner even though he was joking with her.

[Ora Sa'vina]

The young Konti glinted the light from the fading sun across the Lakan and into her own face for a few moments, while between the flashes a figure appeared to her side. The tall, blue tinted man gave her a startled, she straightened up and turned to look at him. Her mind started to turn, her thoughts wandering to the Akalak she held while his life let him. Was this a trick of her eyes? Ora stood, staring at him her eyes widened as she tried to make sense of what she saw.

It took her a few moments of staring for Ora to snap out of it. "This is not that man, for one, this man is of a smaller stature." A few blinks later the curious figure moved forward and out of the shadows, light spilled over his face, it was a different face, Ora was not going crazy.

The man was smiling, a kind and attractive face was toward her as a large, blue hand waved in greeting. A small pale-white hand rose from holding the twisted dagger to return the friendly gesture. It did not take the tall man very many strides to end up halving the distance between the two.

His voice echoed through the vacant square, his words were kind, much like his face and smile. The young Konti found herself relaxing, leaning against the well again as she smiled at the strange man. "That is a good question, sir." Her eyes moved down the the blade resting in her hand. "I am not waiting for anyone, at the least, I suppose I am waiting for my thoughts to straighten themselves out." A small pink coloration crossed her cheeks as he mentioned being "With her man at home", she, of course, had no man or a home. "Also, I have neither a home nor a man to spend my time with." "Is it better this way?" The thought glanced over her mind before she threw it away.

Violet eyes watched the Akalak for a short while before moving to the stone ground beneath her, a small laugh escaping her lips. "I would have no qualms with some company, but I also do not wish to distract you from your endeavors." Her eyes moved up to look him in the face, her neck bent back so her eyes to meet his face. "I am Ora Sa'vina, would it be too much trouble to ask what my protectors name is?" A kind, happy smile graced her face.

[Damselian]

"That is a good question, sir." she said. His eyes followed hers down to the Lakan in her hand, provoking him to raise an eyebrow. He watched her quietly until she finished speaking, his cobalt skin glinting in the dim glow of twilight. Now that Dams was within view, Ora would notice that he wore very simple attire. A pair of brown boots and loose cloth leggings were the only clothes Dams wore beneath his hooded gray cloak. His hood was down at the moment, and he wore a brooch on his lapel bearing the symbol of Wysar.

"Damselian is my name" he replied, lips peeling back over his pristine teeth to form a pleasant smile. His eyes softened a bit as he nodded in greeting to the woman. "Pleasure to meet you, Ora." It was cute the way her cheeks brightened at his words, the blush giving her away even before she spoke. He kept strong eye contact with the woman, shrugging "You know, I haven't come to Kova's Well because I'm terribly busy. I came here for a lack of more exciting recreation. You wouldn't be holding me up at all." he explained, beginning to grin again.

Dams reached to his waistband and slipped two fingers into his coinpurse, quickly drawing out four coins. "So" he began, stepping closer to the well, leaning beside Ora. He tossed the silver miza in first, followed by three copper, then folded his arms over his chest again. Standing beside the woman, he gently nudged her with his elbow, prompting her "You say your mind is tangled up in loops, what's troubling you? If you're going to stand here until you figure things out, we had better get to work." he suggested. He spoke to Ora as though he had known her forever, standing at a distance that one might consider uncomfortable for a new acquaintance.

[Ora Sa'vina]

A small bow of her head was given as acknowledgment. "The pleasure is mine," Ora smiled at the kinda Akalak, her eyes locking with his while he continued to speak, his shoulders shrugging under the simple gray cloak, as his shoulders lifted, a glint of light caught on the metal pinned to cloth. Violet eyes looked at the strange symbol, the Konti did not recognize it.

The young woman nodded slightly as he finished speaking, she wasn't sure what to say to him. Ora had been here a few times, but this was not her regular haunt, usually she was in the stone garden, but tonight was different, she did not feel like going to the cemetery, she felt the need to ask for the assisstance of spirits. "It really does have an an interesting story, I don't remember all of it, but I do know that it has always been here, at least that is what I have been told." Violet eyes moved to watch Damselian pull four shining metal pieces from a pouch at his waist. Ora's eyes followed the coins, until the dark consumed their reflective surfaces.

Dams nudge unsettled the small woman, she jumped slightly, the dagger in her hands slipping with a clatter to the stones beneath her. Quickly and fluidly, Ora snatched up her father's blade, putting it back in it's sheath on her waist. "Many more things than I would prefer," Ora sighed as she stood back up, facing the well, her hands resting on the edge of the rim, peering down. "You have an odd way of making people comfortable around you, Damselian."

Ora fell silent for a few moments, her fingers flicking loose pieces of sand, dirt and rock into the well. "I am trying to find my father," Were the words that broke the silence at the well. Violet eyes turned to look up at Dams. "I am starting to think my endeavor is a foolish one," Her bright eyes looked down and away from the cobalt man, a frown crossing her lips. "I know next to nothing about him, yet I have left everything I have ever known to find this stranger." The young Konti fell silent again, her eyes looking down into the well as her fingers flicked a few more loose bits of debris into the well.

A small laugh echoed down the well as a weak smile crossed the pale woman's face. "If I had stayed on my Isle, I feel that things would be so much simpler." Her words fell from her mouth naturally, a strange language of the Konti women echoing quietly down the well. "My life has become very... Eventful as of late." Her words turned back to common as her eyes moved back to her new found companion.

[Damselian]

Damselian stood beside Ora at the well, arms folded over his powerful blue chest. Dams was not a native to Syliras, and knew little of Kova's Well. It had always been here? Since the creation of Syliras, or the Valterrian? Perhaps the well was some conduit to the stream of fate, offering one the opportunity to wish upon a coin and change their destiny. He wondered for a moment if some divine entity was considering his plea.

He raised a brow as she dropped the Lakan. A deep pitched "Hmmmm" escaped his closed lips as she bent to pick it up and sheathed the blade adeptly. Why had he unsettled her so much, he wondered? Was his nudge too hard? Had he caught her deep in thought? The cobalt titan nodded and encouraged the young woman as she began to speak again, listening intently to her words. "I try.." he joked, unsure what she meant. He stared back at her with a cocked brow, a quizzical expression.

Ah, so that was why she had come here, to beg for help in her quest. She was growing disillusioned with her task, facing mounting difficulties. Perhaps she had lost hope completely, and Kova's Well was her last resort. As she flicked dirt into the well, speaking in an alien tongue, Dams considered how she might be able to find him. It was too bad she held his Lakan, otherwise they could go to the man who had forged it and ask him to track down the owner. If he was in Syliras, he shouldn't be too hard to find. She must have thought the same thing, he inferred, but discovered that he wasn't in the city. Perhaps, he pondered, her father was in Riverfall. It could be tough to find him there if he was an Akalak, pinpointing one father among thousands of possibilities. Indeed, he could see how she might lose hope if she came all the way to Syliras from Konti Isle, only to discover that her quest was only beginning. That the hardest was yet to come.

"Eventful?" he probed, pausing for a few moments to give her a chance to explain before he went on. "I presume your father was the owner of that Lakan. So he must have been one of my people, an Akalak." he stated, his formerly thoughtful expression turning into a beaming smile. "It's good fortune that we've met here then on this beautiful summer night." he continued. He reached to take the woman's hands, gently urging her to face him as he spoke. "I am the man who will help you find your father. Do you have a residence here in the city? There is much to discuss and even more to be done. I am not the type to dilly-dally. We will track him down post-haste." His eyes were locked on hers as he made that bold pledge, gently clutching her hands in his own.

[Ora Sa'vina]

A small nod was her answer to his question. The Konti was still unsure on if she was ready to explain to others what had happened on the way to the falls. “My life has become very strange from what I am use to.” She smiled weakly at the man. “Perhaps I will explain better at a later date.” She stood up straight, her hands loosely clasped in front of her, her eyes remaining on Dams while the rest of her faced the well.

Ora nodded to Dams, making his assumption fact. “Yes,” The Konti smiled at the man’s playful, excited manner. The woman’s head cocked slightly to one side as she looked at the Akalak before her. “You will help me?” It took Ora a moment to process what Damselian was saying. A few blinks and many thoughts ran through her head in the span of a few chimes. ”Why?” was the biggest question the Konti had. This man knew nothing of her, what reason would he have to help her? The other thought that ran through her head was ”Why is he holding my hands?” The Konti was not one for touching, she found it too easy to slip into others Chavi’s, exposing their lives to her whether they wanted it or not.

”Of all the days to leave my gloves behind…”

“Y-yes.” She blinked in time with her stutter, pulling on of her hands from Damselian’s large blue ones to point in the direction of the Stallion. The Konti stood in shock, her eyes wide and confused, her head cocked slightly, she was quite an amusing sight to behold.

[Damselian]

Damselian looked down at the Konti with a slight grin. She was absolutely confused, from the looks of things. Her face carried a dazed expression, puzzled by Dams' strange show of chivalry and bravado. She had only just met him, and yet he was prepared to go to any length to help her? He knew nothing of her quest, why should he have any interest in it?

If she had only known Dams better, she might understand why he rushed so quickly to her aid. It was quite simple, really. He was the type of man who could never tolerate boredom. On this particular night, he had been growing more antsy and anxious with every passing chime. Finally too agitated to sit in his tent anymore, he took off for the streets, wandering to find something, anything which could entertain him. He was a very impulsive man, for whom spontaneity was a goal in itself. He found a routine, static lifestyle to be nothing short of abhorrent. That was one of the reasons he chose to travel, unwilling to settle down and stagnate in any one location.

Then there was his thirst for adventure. He imagined them moving from city to city, finding clues along the way and gradually unraveling the mystery of her father's disappearance. A romantic idealist, Dams expected the quest to be a novel and exciting ordeal. He thought little of the struggles that could lie ahead for them, thinking that he would be the key to finding her father. Now that the Konti had found him, she would have no more trouble in her quest. Deeply illusioned, he had no idea what the reality of this 'adventure' might be. Truly they might spend weeks, months, even years searching for the man without any luck. He was blind to the difficulties that could lurk ahead, seeing only the positives.

And finally, there was Riverfall. His motherland. He had his own goals there, which he would not likely share with Ora. He had some foul deeds planned for his return to the city. It had been over ten years since he had seen his homeland, far too long. He had unfinished business in the city, loose ends which he hoped to tie up without alarming his new friend. That goal may have been jeopardized by his own choice to hold her hands, however. She would have the opportunity to see into his history, discovering that all was not as it seemed with Damselian.

If she peered into his past, the Konti would view a life deeply scarred by violence. He never met his mother, she would discover, and his father was an evil prick. She would see the vast plains of Cyphrus on a hot summer day, hearing Dams panting for breath as he wiped his brow, dragging a wooden cart through the sea of grass. His father rode on a horse behind him, shouting insults and threatening him not to stop for even a single chime's rest. The young boy, no older than twelve, finally broke down in exhaustion and stumbled, crashing to his knees. The man rode up beside him on the horse and lashed him viciously, screaming for him to stand and continue. She might see other visions of his past as well. Days perhaps when he had abused his peers as brutally as his father had done to him. Those scenes were mercifully few, and each was followed by sobbing, shameful reveries. The memories improved greatly as they departed from Riverfall. Things were much better for Dams in Sultros, that much was clear. His life was fairly smooth after that point, with a few minor exceptions. As she pointed toward the city, Dams brought a close to his reflective silence, calling in a gruff tone "Onward then."

"We should head inside, it's getting quite late." he explained to her. He would start to walk towards the stallion, gently guiding her along. Keeping pace beside the young Konti woman, Dams released her hand and implored her to tell him more. "Tell me what you know of your father then. You say you know very little, so every tiny bit will be important if we're going to find out more about him. If you believe he's in in another region altogether, we'd best depart very soon. As fall approaches, it's growing colder. If we leave quickly, we can still catch the last warmth of summer on our journeys."

[Ora Sa'vina]

Ora had no desire or interest in invading Damselian's Chavi, so she kept herself from it. If he wished to explain himself, the Konti would appreciate it, but she was not one to invade another person's privacy. It did not take much longer after Ora had placed her hand in the Akalak's that it was then released. The young woman felt a small measure of relief once her hand was back in her possession, Ora held her hands, clasped together, in front of her as she walked.

Dams began to speak, he implored her to explain and describe everything she knew of her father. The things she did know were little and far between, they were bedtime stories of her youth and a blade given to her upon her mother's death.

A frown crossed the Konti's face as she thought back to her childhood. "I honestly do not know much," Her violet eyes moved from the cobblestones beneath their feet to Dams's face. "My mother met him while she was young, the two of them spent a long time together. At some point during their lives my father was in mortal danger and my mother saved him," Her eyes moved again, this time to the blade on her waist. "For that, she was given my father's lakan. Shortly after that event, my mother was with child." Ora paused a moment, her eyes began to wander through the city, her pace seemed to quicken. "With me." A sigh left her and her eyes moved to Dams again. "That is all I really know. Small stories of trips they took, my mother always spoke of how fond she was of him, and him of her." The woman twisted her hands, she really did know nothing of her father. Did she really want to find him? What if he was not what she hoped for.

The Konti shook the negative thoughts from her mind. "I am sorry, I know so very little." Violet eyes returned to the stones as her feet stopped before a large, solid wood door. "I live in here, on the second floor." Ora pushed open the door and sneaked through, there was a door to her immediate right and a old, worn staircase before her. The Konti took the staircase, which lead to a wooden door with a simple metal handle.

Upon opening the door the small abode which Ora had occupied for almost an entire season was exposed. It was a small room, almost obnoxiously so, with a simple bed, a table with an old chair, a small fire place and a little window, which had been left open. Her things were neatly organized, her dancing shoes stuck out from under her bed, her cloak hung off the back of the wooden door and her spare clothes were neatly folded on the table. A small portion of food also resided on the table.