Constant Interrupti- (Markus)

Altaira gets over one of her walls of prejudice, Markus gets to preach

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Stretching northward along the coastline of the Suvan Sea, the Cobalt Mountains are the home of the Bronze Wood, numerous ruins, and creatures both strange and fantastical.

Constant Interrupti- (Markus)

Postby Altaira Readva on May 18th, 2014, 2:29 am

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Although she was in constant thought and contemplation of life and all its wonders, there was a childlike mirth that never seemed to leave the kelvic, and when Markus played on her words and parroted back the jest, the curve to Altaira's own lips left her in a mood far more open to conversing and entertainment with the knight.

She never understood why the knights wore such bulky clothes and gear, the struggle in which it took the man to remove his gauntlet and examine the tolm leaving her with a frown and a raised eyebrow - such a look of perplexity and downright confusion a look that was apparently all to common to her when attempting to deal with any who served the order, save a few. To her, a woman who worked with daggers and fists, speed was of the essence. It was getting in fast and sharp - doing the damage that needed done and leaving before injury was turned inflicted. Such heavy clothes would prove little more than a hindrance.

Altaira almost snorted when Markus marvelled at the usefulness of the plant, her golden eyes narrowing at his form, a critical gaze sliding over his features and the weapons he carried, the shortest of moments spent wondering how much their definitions of 'useful' varied. A flinch when the Soothing Waters was mentioned was something beyond Altaira's control, too many thoughts and memories burning to the surface.

'Soothing Waters, sweet Millicent works there, does she not?'

Blood flushed to her face in a prickling anger, thoughts of the occurrence some season ago flooding to mind- how much the poor, sweet little thing had been beaten, how high her fever and how useless the knights had shown to be. What was it that Marrick had said again? Was it the fault of his own or dear Millicent. Was it the order or not apprehending him sooner or was it Altaira's own for not ensuring the younger woman was better prepared for the atrocities of the world?

'Justice was at least carried out quick- had not the knights death with him, then I surely would have.'

She relaxed her jaw and loosened her form, not realising how tense she'd snapped at mention of the establishment, nor how deep her thoughts had sent her, finally giving a light nod to Markus' words. 'Judge not an order by one man... or a half dozen, it seems.' "They'd be daft if they didn't," she said with a light breath, thoughts once more counting how many days had passed since she'd last seen her dear little friend. "Not familiar with Soothing Waters, though a good friend works there, my place is at Stormhold Salves."

It was with a knowing look that she spoke of her work place, seeing little use in hiding the name of the establishment if it would only cause her new found 'acquaintance' reason to think ill or suspicion of her. Even more so if her way was had and her days living in the bastion as numbered as she supposed them to be, and she was quite interested in learning whatever it was the knight had to offer her.

The analogy threw her off guard, her look bordering on bewildered as the man continued to speak of tents and shelter, a breathless muse of laughter bubbling from her lips as she thought him fumbling around his strange thinking. It made sense- quite a lot of sense in the base of the thought, but it reminded her perhaps a little too much of herself, and how she approached the skill when her kelvic mind could scarecely hold the most base of concepts.

"True, true," she sighed, pulling herself to her feet with a final huff and harsh look to the plant. “I’m told that this winter was particularly harsh, it might not have lasted the extreme weather without its… tent." She rolled her neck and dusted her hands, another solid look to the plant as she took in its entirety to memory - from the smell, to the touch and health. If there was anything that made up for the kelvic's incapability to recall solid fact and knowledge, it was her ways with recalling sight, touch, and sound.

“It bodes well enough, if it lived then there is much hope for others, though I will need to speak to the Mistress. She knows are better than I," With that, she let a breath roll off her tongue, flitting her gaze throughout the trees and surrounding regions before throwing Markus her attentions. “Was there something else you wished to know?" She let the question ring out for a moment, gaze shooting to the tree tops to survey the chatter for a moment, before allowing it to once more slip and settle on the knight's face and form.

“And you? Is there a trick in combat you have no mind in parting with?"
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Postby Markus Andres on June 19th, 2014, 5:29 pm

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The knight was too focused upon the wondreous plant to notice the woman flinched by him mentioning the Soothing waters. He shrugged at her snappy tongue towards the Soothing Waters, there was a frown at the suggestion, considering they'd saved his own and the lives of plenty of his friends. The shrug was mainly to keep himself from getting too annoyed with the woman. Though she revealed she worked at the salves, a place Markus had rarely if ever been to, heard of it, of course. It was perhaps a place he should go visit one of the days and learn more of herbs. If a, seemingly benign plant, like Tolm could have such beneficial effects – imagine what other plants he had always assumed was just another variant of grass could do for him.

”Your place... Sounds like you're commited to your job.” The knight smiled as he spoke. It was a way Markus himself would speak of the knights. His place was with the knights. But the knights was also more than just a job. It was a lifestyle.

The smile parted to reveal a grin and a chuckle when the woman picked up his strange analogy and chose to use it herself. It was a silly one, but it made it much easier for him to understand her lesson. The young knight had never been good with theoretical stuff. But a plant which may soothe aching muscles sounded like the perfect plant for him. He listened to Altaira continue. Admit that her mistress? Employer? Would know the answer better than her. Markus considered it a little, his teacher of herbs was not knowledge enough to answer the question. At least she were honest about her lack of knowledge. But it didn't matter much to Markus, he had mostly asked to sate his own curiosity, she had, in part, satisfied him.

”Hmm, no, not that I can think of right now. Might be more later.” He answered as he rose to his full height once more. Dwarfing the woman in comparison. It was probably time that he lived up to his part of their deal and the smaller woman agreed and asked him what he had to offer. His dark emerald eyes looked at her stature, the muscles, reach – determining what sort of advice he could give her that wasn't bland or obvious. Many of his own techniques relied on brute force, mostly. It was simple advice he might give then. But if he could teach a lump of clay how to fight, he could teach a woman how to fight as well. At least give some pointers. Though he had to be careful, couldn't give her any information that would make her dangerous against knights.

”Well, I don't know how good you are, but judging from that throw earlier... If you intend on throwing away your weapon, get good at it first. Until you can hit accurately, you're better off with the weapon held firmly in your hand.” Markus spoke. More confident than his earlier questions. Now they were dealing with something he knew. ”But you probably have a couple of spare daggers on you.” Markus continued after a short pause as he tried to remember the words of the woman who had taught him hand to hand combat back in the day. ”Most important thing, Altaira, is to know the simple truth behind every fight: In any fight there is only one winner and one loser, and you got to make sure you're not the loser. So don't worry about if the enemy is better than you, give them everything you got and give them hell.” It was a very broad combat advise, but it was by far the most important one for any fighter. This world didn't leave much for losers in a fight. He had been there. Trapped. Captured. Only foolish luck and a brave companion had saved him.
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Postby Altaira Readva on November 28th, 2014, 12:00 am

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Was she ever so committed to her job? It was a strange notion, one that she lent to thought perhaps much longer than the Knight had intended, and she found her numbly rubbing her gnosis mark, the soon relieving of her duties at the Salves coming quick to mind. 'It will not be my place for much longer, if anything I've perhaps lingered too long. This last small task, and I will be in preparation for leave. Such a sad thought.'

All the little sorrowful things that were soon to come to pass had her mind drfit back once more to Millicent, about how many days it’d been since she last saw or heard of her, and the emotionally crippled state she was last seen in. The woman had gone by her home a near half dozen days by then, not a movement or sound came from within the room, and she’d not let herself near the Soothing Waters. Tanroa knew what would come of going to a place that allowed that to happen.

‘Dira, many would still call her a child.’

She rolled her shoulders and loosened her neck, banishing thoughts that threatened to consider the most unthinkable. By the time she came to proper mind, her new knightly friend had very well picked up from where they'd left off, and it took a short moment for her to gather her wits and back track the conversation. "Several, indeed," she remarked quietly, almost solely to herself, accompanying the words with a brisk nod as she once more found herself uncertain in the throws of a formal conversation of sorts.

'Keep it in hand until throwing is better...'

It was an interesting thought, one with as many pros and cons as throwing all weapons like a madwoman and hoping that one hit - the consequent soft spot in the flesh of whatever manner of beast she was to fight giving her a slight advantage. It also meant, she supposed. That the enemy could take her weapons for their own.

The works of Markus then shifted, a noticeable rise in the vigour and confidence to which he spoke, and the hulking man seemed almost as passionate for the blade and skill as she was herself for her Lady and the herbs that set her path to meeting her. The advice itself was almost entirely sound and stern until he reached his last remark, to which the kelvic couldn't help herself but giggle. She didn't know what it was- whether it was the armour or his blade, his outright condescending height or his rank itself. But there was simply something about him that when the words he spoke were seethed with passion and enthusiasm to giving her enemies hell, it was perhaps too much to bear.

"Yes, yes," she said, pressing her lips as she attempted to return to a stony composition. "Would be a shame to meet Dira before your time," she raised a hand to her mouth at a last ditch effort to remove the ever too please smirk off her face. 'Give them hell, give them hell. I can certainly do that yes.'

"Do you often teach?" Her hand fell once more to her side as she found herself satisfied with the lessening of the curve to her lips. "You've the passion in spades."
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