Pulren Marsh
Your Favorite Uncle
Your Favorite Uncle
Proud to have the fish in his possession, Pulren was more than willing to accept the labor task for it. Barter was something he could definitely use more of, since the rest of the world demanded mizas. besides, he actually wanted to help the settlement. If he was going to make it his permanent home, a thing he had chased for years, he damned well meant to put in as much as he wanted out of it. Basically peace.
He made a stupid face of ignorance and mirth when Nya returned the meat to Juli. Of course, there was part of the pile staying. Pulren just hadn't thought that far. With Syka, Laviku and Nya on his mind, there wasn't much room for anything else. Speaking of, the Kelvic was beckoning him to leave the Mercantile and Pulren grinned and nodded politely to Juli and headed off in tow. They soon found themselves at a structure that looked like it was supposed to replicate a natural pool of water. It was all very elaborate and it seemed that it was for bathing.
Nya cleared all of that up and he watched as she put a package behind for the blind poolkeeper, noting that the vine being left in a particular manner might alert him since something was out of place. It was a sound strategy. The idea of lounging around with Nya on a particularly hot day sounded just fine with Pulren, though he made no obvious move or comment about it. he was doing his best to behave. The tour continued as they traveled to an interesting home that seemed to hover over the stream beneath it. Pulren was overly impressed with the ways that people built their homes here. He expected them all to be crude and made of sticks and leaves or something, but they were actually quite refined homesteads. He definitely paid close attention to it.
Pulren followed Nya up and in to Uta's home, minding once more the explanations about plants and medicines. it wasn't the most exciting of topics to Pulren, but he suspected that if he was going to live in a place with limited resources, he had better learn about them anyway. he did have some ideas to kick around with yet another bare chested beauty, though the daggers strapped to her forearms spoke volumes. As Nya looked out to the stream, Pulren greeted Uta. "Nice to meet you. I admit, I am pretty ignorant about plants, but I would love to learn. Do you also know about what kinds of trees produce the best woods for building and other things? The woman seemed to perk a little, as if she might go into a long explanation of the subject, but soon fingered at the flowering branch and Pulren read the situation perfectly. "Next time?", he asked, a look of gratitude spreading across the botanist's face. "That would be lovely. Nice to meet you again, Pulren."
Feeling Nya's hand in his own, Pulren smiled and began to leave again, when Uta made an interesting gesture, petting Nya, who made the deepest purr that no human could possibly make. It was a true Kelvic moment and Pulren enjoyed it. There was no reason for jealousy. She didn't belong to him so far. the pair took off again crossing the ravine and heading into the jungle. As they rose up a hill, Pulren was surprised to see what was clearly a plantation and farm, though it was ancient and only in the beginning stages of being rebuilt. the Zeltivan felt bad that all of the Founders and masters of trade in Syka were so old. He hoped that he could aid them in carrying on their dream of harmony as the years passed.
"Isuas huh? Interesting. Before Ivak's fury? That was over five hundred years ago. Syka has a very ancient history. I just wonder at the amount of secrets and surprises waiting to be discovered here." When she returned, he took her hand back for a moment, happy to be spending time with her. The tour was cool, too. Again, they were off and she was telling him about the other two founders, Mathias Okavis and Randal Zor. He balked at the idea of five acres of land. It was an amazing amount of property for anywhere, especially in such a beautiful and magical place as Syka. He was anxious to meet these men and even more so to see where Nya herself lived. He hoped to see her lands many times as the days passed.
Soon, they were at a marvelous bungalow with the porch over the water. Of course a Founder has the perfect bungalow! He smiled again as Nya jumped up like an excited child to tell this man all about him and deliver food. Pulren smiled and made his way over to Mathias, reaching out and shaking his hand in the Zeltivan way, gripping forearms. "The Wave Guard, eh? I'm glad to hear they are still in action. Did you ever study at the University?" Pulren stood back and swelled his chest. "Yes, Sir, I took courses in sailing and anthropology. I hoped to be a world explorer like Kenabelle Wright and discover so many mysteries. Turned out all I had to do was become a mercenary. Did the same with more coin, though the struggles were many."
Mathias nodded and laughed, looking out to the water. "What do you plan to do here, Pulren?" The Zeltivan relaxed and also looked out, though his eyes wandered to Nya on occasion as well. "I hope to make a home here, Sir. I am a devout worshiper of Laviku and plan to explore the realm. I also like to make maps, so I hope to do a bit of that. I know there isn't anything to guard against here, but my skill and steel is in your service if need be." Mathias rocked in his chair, his fingers tracing over whatever words he had been writing in his journal. "Well, it sounds like a good fit and we'd do fine to have you. Since you have traveled the world, I am sure you should come by and talk to me sometime, tell me what the world has been up to."
Nodding and smiling, Pulren walked closer to Nya, just because. "Sure thing. This is an excellent porch to fish off of. We could throw lines and talk. A Zeltivan's favorite pastime. other than drinking, of course" Mathias laughed heartily.
He made a stupid face of ignorance and mirth when Nya returned the meat to Juli. Of course, there was part of the pile staying. Pulren just hadn't thought that far. With Syka, Laviku and Nya on his mind, there wasn't much room for anything else. Speaking of, the Kelvic was beckoning him to leave the Mercantile and Pulren grinned and nodded politely to Juli and headed off in tow. They soon found themselves at a structure that looked like it was supposed to replicate a natural pool of water. It was all very elaborate and it seemed that it was for bathing.
Nya cleared all of that up and he watched as she put a package behind for the blind poolkeeper, noting that the vine being left in a particular manner might alert him since something was out of place. It was a sound strategy. The idea of lounging around with Nya on a particularly hot day sounded just fine with Pulren, though he made no obvious move or comment about it. he was doing his best to behave. The tour continued as they traveled to an interesting home that seemed to hover over the stream beneath it. Pulren was overly impressed with the ways that people built their homes here. He expected them all to be crude and made of sticks and leaves or something, but they were actually quite refined homesteads. He definitely paid close attention to it.
Pulren followed Nya up and in to Uta's home, minding once more the explanations about plants and medicines. it wasn't the most exciting of topics to Pulren, but he suspected that if he was going to live in a place with limited resources, he had better learn about them anyway. he did have some ideas to kick around with yet another bare chested beauty, though the daggers strapped to her forearms spoke volumes. As Nya looked out to the stream, Pulren greeted Uta. "Nice to meet you. I admit, I am pretty ignorant about plants, but I would love to learn. Do you also know about what kinds of trees produce the best woods for building and other things? The woman seemed to perk a little, as if she might go into a long explanation of the subject, but soon fingered at the flowering branch and Pulren read the situation perfectly. "Next time?", he asked, a look of gratitude spreading across the botanist's face. "That would be lovely. Nice to meet you again, Pulren."
Feeling Nya's hand in his own, Pulren smiled and began to leave again, when Uta made an interesting gesture, petting Nya, who made the deepest purr that no human could possibly make. It was a true Kelvic moment and Pulren enjoyed it. There was no reason for jealousy. She didn't belong to him so far. the pair took off again crossing the ravine and heading into the jungle. As they rose up a hill, Pulren was surprised to see what was clearly a plantation and farm, though it was ancient and only in the beginning stages of being rebuilt. the Zeltivan felt bad that all of the Founders and masters of trade in Syka were so old. He hoped that he could aid them in carrying on their dream of harmony as the years passed.
"Isuas huh? Interesting. Before Ivak's fury? That was over five hundred years ago. Syka has a very ancient history. I just wonder at the amount of secrets and surprises waiting to be discovered here." When she returned, he took her hand back for a moment, happy to be spending time with her. The tour was cool, too. Again, they were off and she was telling him about the other two founders, Mathias Okavis and Randal Zor. He balked at the idea of five acres of land. It was an amazing amount of property for anywhere, especially in such a beautiful and magical place as Syka. He was anxious to meet these men and even more so to see where Nya herself lived. He hoped to see her lands many times as the days passed.
Soon, they were at a marvelous bungalow with the porch over the water. Of course a Founder has the perfect bungalow! He smiled again as Nya jumped up like an excited child to tell this man all about him and deliver food. Pulren smiled and made his way over to Mathias, reaching out and shaking his hand in the Zeltivan way, gripping forearms. "The Wave Guard, eh? I'm glad to hear they are still in action. Did you ever study at the University?" Pulren stood back and swelled his chest. "Yes, Sir, I took courses in sailing and anthropology. I hoped to be a world explorer like Kenabelle Wright and discover so many mysteries. Turned out all I had to do was become a mercenary. Did the same with more coin, though the struggles were many."
Mathias nodded and laughed, looking out to the water. "What do you plan to do here, Pulren?" The Zeltivan relaxed and also looked out, though his eyes wandered to Nya on occasion as well. "I hope to make a home here, Sir. I am a devout worshiper of Laviku and plan to explore the realm. I also like to make maps, so I hope to do a bit of that. I know there isn't anything to guard against here, but my skill and steel is in your service if need be." Mathias rocked in his chair, his fingers tracing over whatever words he had been writing in his journal. "Well, it sounds like a good fit and we'd do fine to have you. Since you have traveled the world, I am sure you should come by and talk to me sometime, tell me what the world has been up to."
Nodding and smiling, Pulren walked closer to Nya, just because. "Sure thing. This is an excellent porch to fish off of. We could throw lines and talk. A Zeltivan's favorite pastime. other than drinking, of course" Mathias laughed heartily.
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