Defiance (open)

[Taryn]

Taryn watched, intrigued as she slipped her fangs into the apple and watched as it lost its previous, mostly-solid shape, seeming to liquify with the venom that now broke it down. She then drank the apple, which was peculiar, Taryn realized-- most people chewed on apples, rather than sippin on it like a drink. It wasn't as gross to him as it would have been to a human. In fact, he found it quite intriguing.

"You are very inquisitive, aren't you, Taryn? I am indeed Symenestra. I suppose I am a traveler, but I do not exactly know of Wind Reach or anything.." Taryn listened enrapt by the potential story that was about to unfold. But, when the Symenestra apologetically stated that she didn't know of Wind Reach, he deflated. Her stories of travels weren't all that they were cracked up to be.

"I do not remember Kalinor, or how I even got to Syliras. I remember so little," she confirmed, drifting into a pensive silence, "I remember rose caverns, if you are interested in that." Taryn bobbed his head as he got to his feet once again, still smiling. Any tidbit of information about other places in the world was of distinct value to him. But, where did a woman rank if she couldn't remember an ounce of where she'd been? Sure, she was a traveler, but she couldn't recall her travels-- that kind of cancelled out how established of a traveler you were.

"What of you? Where do you come from, and what's it like there?"

Taryn peered up at her as she once again turned the question back on him, tucking his hands behind his back. This was not a matter of which he was proud. Most Pycon left their Pyve the day they hit two seasons, yet here he was, well on his way to being two years old, and he still hadn't left Syliras.

"I come from here, Syliras," Taryn said simply, giving a small shrug, "It's an interesting place, with a lot of people from all over, but that's only the beginning-" he suddenly became charged with excitement, taking his proud 'I'm-going-to-be-an-adventurer" pose, as he declared, "I'm going to be a world-renowned traveller, and I'm going to see all sorts of things." He jumped off of Asara's knee, landing a tad clumsily in the sand and slipping as she grabbed for a small twig, brandishing it like a sword, "And I'll be an adventurer, and a knight, and a spy. I'll be the first ever Pycon to be all three."

He puffed his chest out and did a few phony swings of the twig. It was obvious that he had no real swordsmanship. He turned his gaze towards Asara, to see how she would react to this sudden outbrust from such a small creature.

[Asara Willow]

Asara smiled as she drank her apple, finding Taryn's excitement something new. Very rarely did she ever have real company. Only a few people spoke to her willingly, nand some store clerks didn't even pretend to be willing. Sometimes, Asara regretted going around without her usual cloak and gloves, but the summer was too hot here.

Slowly, the Symenesta reclined in the sand, her pale gold eyes narrowed slightly in the setting light, and her thoughts probed deep into whatever she remembered of her shattered past. All she could envision was always the same place.

"Well... The Rose Caverns are large caves lined with... Glittering stones that are pink in colour." For a few moments Asara was confused as to what word to use. the sparkling rocks were really gemstones in a way, beautiful to behold. "It's very dim there. I remember being able to see clearly because I am Symenestra. I do not know the visual abilities of the Pycon, but if you go to Kalinor one day, and your eyes are well, you should view the Caverns... Of course, you'd have to be careful of the fish."

Asara smiled almost deviously and slowly stretched her long, slender arms. She felt lethargic for once, and that was a surprise on its own. Usually she was inquisitive beyong normal capacities. After all, she was an aspiring traveler as well.

"I've not been here too long. I came in late Spring. It's... Hard to live in this place."

[Taryn]

The Symenestra reclined once again, and Taryn let his stance decompress as he set the twig down. She spoke of large, glittering caves that were lined with these scintillating stones. Taryn took a seat in the sand, listening, fascinated by even the smallest tale of a far-off place. Asara then warned of the fish. Taryn had never seen a living fish, only come across the recently-caught ones in the Bazaar, which were usually quite dead.

"I've not been here too long," the Symenestra went on, "I came in late Spring. It's... hard to live in this place."

"I've been here my whole life," Taryn said airily, though the expression he wore seemed slightly bothered by this. He continued, "Most of those in my Pyve were a lot older or a lot younger than I, so I've yet to find my travelling family." It wasn't a fact of which he was proud. Most of the Pycon left when they were younger, so he resorted to keeping company with "larger" races.

An idea dawned on the Pycon, and he snapped his fingers, "I could help you! Help you live here! I've been here my whole life, so I know this place like the back of my hand." It wasn't an entire truth, for he hadn't been to a lot of the places that humans had been. And, who knew? This woman was already a traveller, even if she didn't remember it, which meant that she could be his ticket out of here.

oocApologies for the delay! Life's been kind of hectic, and I haven't had a chance to post up until now...

[Asara Willow]

Asara couldn't help but smile. This little Pycon was such an adorable, spirited being. In a way she envied him, and admired him and his free spirited nature. He wanted to be a world renowned traveler? She had no desire to squash those dreams of his, and that alone showed she was warming up to him. She could be cruel if she found it useful.

"Is the Pyve your home? Like, your family? Is it a large family?" She couldn't remember her own family, her Web, as Dhalvasha had said. She wished she could, so she could reciprocate the Pycon for what he was telling her. She had nothing though. She didn't even think she had a real relationship with anyone but her horse.

How sad.

At Taryn's offer to help her, Asara raised her pale, slender eyebrows and a ghost smile danced across her lips. She didn't know what to do in such a situation. Only one person had earnestly been so kind as to help her, and he ended up forgetting her. Of course, she did not forget him. Every night she roamed Syliras as far as she could to see if she could find him, leaving whispers of her activities in her wake for him to hear.

"I thank you... It's truly kind of you. But I don't plan to stay in this city for any longer than the season's end. I don't think I can stand it if I stayed. But I'll take you up on your offer, and when I leave... You are free to join me... If you'd want, of course."

She pursed her pale lips to hold onto a smile as she looked down at Taryn and reached for the twig he had been waving around. She hadn't said something about it before, but she didn't even know what to say. Compliments weren't her forte. She tried once, and had offended someone.

"I've been learning how to handle daggers. I think you'd do excellent at what you desire. You'll be the best..."