28th of Spring, 515 AV
Late Afternoon
Aoren walked quietly along the road to Alements. It was the day after Caelum’s celebration commemorating the grand opening of his tavern. He had congratulated the Ethaefal with the gift of a puppy. The pup was a happy one that had thus far basked in the love and affection to be found in the arms of his lover. Lillis was no less attentive to the needs of the new addition to their household. At his side padded the large midnight black hound that was ever his shadow. Isikai presence comforted Aoren on a level that few others could match. The canine had been with him for only a relatively short time in the Drykas man’s life but in that time the two had been through much. They had crossed entire regions together. They had faced down a horde of Yukmen together. With Isikai by his side they had tackled thugs beating up innocent bystanders on East Street of Zeltiva. They had faced deranged wizards. They had learned of things not privileged to the normal minds of men and women.
He rest one hand atop the dog’s head as he walked scratching behind one ear. Isikai was more than just a dog to Aoren. He was a friend and companion. Such thoughts had occupied his mind quite frequently as of late. His thinking had turned toward the future he was to make for himself in Riverfall. He and Caelum were closer than he would have imagined. They had their struggles like anyone else. There was a rough patch here or there but they pressed forward through them. The Ethaefal was a cornerstone of his life that he wanted to make an even bigger part than he already was. To that end he was headed toward Alements to ask Caelum if his schedule was clear for the evening. Aoren wanted to spend time with his lover. It had been several days since they had had a moment alone together.
The Drykas walked wearing only a brown leather vest, his torso bare beneath it in the warm spring air. The brown cotton pants and travel worn boots on his feet gave him a very earthy appearance. Aoren had been spending much time in the daylight throughout the season. His skin was tanned bringing to the forefront one of the more recent additions to his physical features, the windmarks that wound around the upper portion of the right side of his torso and arm. An elaborate pattern it told the story of who Aoren was both as himself and in relation to the family he did not quite know. Not yet at least. In one hand he carried the wooden quarterstaff that had seen just as many roads as he had.
His mood was pleasant. His hopes were high for the evening. He was looking forward to the remainder of the day.
As he rounded the corner going to the rear entrance of the Alements tavern he came to a stop. There was someone standing there. A person that Aoren most certainly did not want to see. Isikai came to a stop next to Aoren. The dog hunched up growling low, his fur beginning to stand on end. The Drykas Seer rest a hand upon the back of the dog’s neck even as the uneasiness seeped its way into his bones. He gripped his quarterstaff a bit more tightly. His eyes narrowed even as she had her back turned to him.
Evangeline.
The strange girl with bone jarring strength. Given their last encounter, Aoren thought it unwise to catch this particular individual by surprise.
“Good afternoon.”
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Late Afternoon
Aoren walked quietly along the road to Alements. It was the day after Caelum’s celebration commemorating the grand opening of his tavern. He had congratulated the Ethaefal with the gift of a puppy. The pup was a happy one that had thus far basked in the love and affection to be found in the arms of his lover. Lillis was no less attentive to the needs of the new addition to their household. At his side padded the large midnight black hound that was ever his shadow. Isikai presence comforted Aoren on a level that few others could match. The canine had been with him for only a relatively short time in the Drykas man’s life but in that time the two had been through much. They had crossed entire regions together. They had faced down a horde of Yukmen together. With Isikai by his side they had tackled thugs beating up innocent bystanders on East Street of Zeltiva. They had faced deranged wizards. They had learned of things not privileged to the normal minds of men and women.
He rest one hand atop the dog’s head as he walked scratching behind one ear. Isikai was more than just a dog to Aoren. He was a friend and companion. Such thoughts had occupied his mind quite frequently as of late. His thinking had turned toward the future he was to make for himself in Riverfall. He and Caelum were closer than he would have imagined. They had their struggles like anyone else. There was a rough patch here or there but they pressed forward through them. The Ethaefal was a cornerstone of his life that he wanted to make an even bigger part than he already was. To that end he was headed toward Alements to ask Caelum if his schedule was clear for the evening. Aoren wanted to spend time with his lover. It had been several days since they had had a moment alone together.
The Drykas walked wearing only a brown leather vest, his torso bare beneath it in the warm spring air. The brown cotton pants and travel worn boots on his feet gave him a very earthy appearance. Aoren had been spending much time in the daylight throughout the season. His skin was tanned bringing to the forefront one of the more recent additions to his physical features, the windmarks that wound around the upper portion of the right side of his torso and arm. An elaborate pattern it told the story of who Aoren was both as himself and in relation to the family he did not quite know. Not yet at least. In one hand he carried the wooden quarterstaff that had seen just as many roads as he had.
His mood was pleasant. His hopes were high for the evening. He was looking forward to the remainder of the day.
As he rounded the corner going to the rear entrance of the Alements tavern he came to a stop. There was someone standing there. A person that Aoren most certainly did not want to see. Isikai came to a stop next to Aoren. The dog hunched up growling low, his fur beginning to stand on end. The Drykas Seer rest a hand upon the back of the dog’s neck even as the uneasiness seeped its way into his bones. He gripped his quarterstaff a bit more tightly. His eyes narrowed even as she had her back turned to him.
Evangeline.
The strange girl with bone jarring strength. Given their last encounter, Aoren thought it unwise to catch this particular individual by surprise.
“Good afternoon.”
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