Touring Mura [Nathan]

[Cachet]

((Time Set By Nathan in his next post))

It was another peaceful day in Mura. The oceans soft breeze drifted over and through the streets of Mura. Again, another pleasant day, it wasn’t not nor was it cold. It was just the perfect temperature for anyone really. It was all just pleasant. The gently breeze would wonder through the streets and find an alley or side street every now and then. But by and large it was just another day here in this island paradise. As the sun snuck up the light would caress the streets and the wonderful stained glass of the buildings in Mura. Shimmering colors dancing about the rooms and buildings; diamond glass droplets reflecting the light in a million different ways as they swayed with the wind. Mura was indeed a place to find peace. It was astonishing that out of all the stories and myths told about Mura none of them came close to describing this place. It was far more beautiful and more wonderful than most people could even begin to imagine…and the women…they were indeed astonishing.There were women walking about the streets, some holding the hands of their daughters as they did so. All of them wearing beautiful clothing as they went about their daily duties. Some would be shopping for goods, and yet others would be walking about just to walk. Mura was indeed a wonderful place to do just that. The streets were clean, the people kind…it was just a perfect little Isle. There were several things going on today, one of which was a tour being conducted by a Konti down near the docks.

She was about five foot five, with the long beautiful blond hair that all the Konti seemed to wear quite well. Hers was decorated with little blue glass beads and woven in wonderful ways. She also had a lotus flower in her hair on the right side of her face. She had likely put on some kind of cosmetics that day because she looked astonishingly beautiful. She wore an aqua blue dress that was adorned with much the same glass beads as her hair. The dress seemed to billow in the breeze as it caressed the fabric. She was standing and greeting everyone who came her way asking if they wanted a tour. Her voice was melodic, soft and sweet. Were all Konti like this woman? It was hard to tell.

[Nathan Longstride]

32nd day of Fall, 511 AV Nathan walked along the docks, pondering on what he wished to do today. He wasn't very hungry, the meal from last night still resting in his stomach. He hoped those women didn't think he was a slob, eating to the point where he had to unbutton his breeches. He wasn't always like that, but the food aboard The Star of Denval was enough to make any man overeat. Still, after what the teenager did for the younger of the two, they probably would've let him stay with them until he left Mura. Not that Nathan considered it. He thanked them for the meal, and headed straight back to the ship, and slept without complaint. If only the teenager knew how hard persuasion was, and that his first situation would be so. . . life-threatening. But today was a new day, with new possibilites. Sure Nathan desired some excitement, but he could go a day without someon's life at risk. He didn't even have all of his blades on him, with only the assassin dagger and his newest dagger in the pockets of his breeches. His robe was still on the ship, dried tear stains adorning his chest area. So all the women could see Nathan's white linent shirt with a blue doublet overtop, along with his black breeches and boots. He wanted to look nice for these women. He truly was a womanizer, although not in the way as some. But the teenager didn't know exactly what there was to do in Mura. The call from the wind the day before, later learned to be that woman's voice, was not a daily happening around these parts. And Nathan didn't see much of the city as he listened to the calling that brought him to the beach. He didn't even quite know where the path was to even get on the beach anymore. Maybe it was because Nathan took for granted the ease it was traveling through Zeltiva. Living there for ninteen years meant he knew most places, but he had been in Mura for two days. Stepping off the docks would eventually lead to a Zeltivan teenager becoming lost in a city where every women turns his cheeks to fire. So when Nathan spotted the woman in a blue dress providing tours of the city, Nathan was relieved. Everyone person who walked up to her was greeted and questioned about whether or not they desired a tour of the city. That was something Nathan needed, and the woman truly was beatiful. She probably could sell him anything just with her looks. Although Nathan would haggle and bargain for as long as he could, just so he could look at her for a longer time. But this woman proably wasn't selling anything, and the tour would probably last longer than any bargaining, so Nathan made a decision by walking up to her. He was about to be toured through Mura. "I'd like a tour if you don't mind." Nathan gulped slightly. He usually wasn't so straightforward with women, and he just walked up to her. The heat on his face felt warm in the cool air of Mura. But it still wasn't something he wanted to do everytime he was around these women. Or any woman at all. Rubbing his hand through his hair, Nathan asked Kelwyn why women were so complex to men. Well, Nathan asked Wyn this. He was afraid to see Kel's answer.

[Cachet]

The woman smiled as she spoke. Her words like a gentle song drifting weightless across the cool air. “Good, well let’s wait a few more minutes and see if there is anyone else.” She smiled a white wonderful beautiful almost breath taking smile as she brushed some hair away from her face.

She then seemed to recognize him as her eyes widened a little. “You are the one with the silver tongue aren’t you?” Did word really travel that fast on this isle? Well there were indeed two things helping this assumption. It was a small island, one that seemed to be inhabited by women almost exclusively. So all he could gleam was that someone talked to someone that talked to someone else and so on until this woman had been told a story…but as to the details well Nathan couldn’t be sure.

“Yes, you are him. Is there anything in particular you wish to see while you are here?” She asked honestly as she watched him carefully.

It seemed that she did indeed know something about yesterday’s occurrence. But as to what Nathan couldn’t know until he asked. But it seemed that his actions had gotten him known to these women. But as to the extent he couldn’t know. Because word like that spread like wildfire here it seemed. He wasn’t a legend but he was indeed known here. And only after a single day too! Oh how this could play out over the next few days was anyone’s guess. But he likely didn’t mind the attention from these beautiful Konti women. Her eyes, they seemed to sparkle as she talked to him…like the wonderful white and semi pink scales that lined parts of her body. Like little wonderful accents to her already evident beauty.

[Nathan Longstride]

Nathan could only wish that the woman had more to say than just for them to wait. Her voice was soft music he enjoyed listening to. Her smile warmed him more than any fire, or even his own cheeks that were burning under her gaze. And her hair was what he wanted to rest his head on at night. He was sure it was a smooth as the woman's skin. . . All of these poetic thoughts dispersed with a loud pop with the woman's next words. Was he the one with the silver tongue? How this woman possibly know about what happened the day before? Living in a big city, news spread fast, but you usually weren't picked out from the crowd often. But here, on this small island, word probably spread even quicker. And being one of the only men on here, Nathan assumed this was how he picked out. Well the silver-tongued man was tongue-tied. In fact his only thought was how fast a rumor would spread about Master Eldytia. How many blue men were there on the island anyway? But Nathan had no chance to deny what the woman said, as she kept right on speaking, naming him that man. She also asked if there was anything he needed to see in particular. Nathan pondered this for a moment. Personally, he needed to know about almost everything on this island in case he returned as a trader and not just a tourist. But Nathan didn't know of anything here. And he never liked to be vague. Instead of saying shops, he wanted to know names and their wares. Truly a tough trait to live with. So instead Nathan put his silver tongue to use. Sticking it out and ignoring the chill, he held it up, looking at it with his blue eyes. "It doesn't look silver to me, miss." Yes, when in doubt, say something stupid. "As for what I'd like to see, consider me the horse and you the rider. Where ever you turn the reins, I will go. I would've said dog, but I'm not tied to a leash. At least while I'm a horse, I can buck you off." Oh Nathan felt so stupid with what he just said. But the thought of this woman knowing what had happened the day before fried his quick wits and silver tongue. How many others knew? Would it be like this the entire tour? How many more beautiful women would talk to him for his heroism? Alright, the last question really didn't help Nathan focus on the negative. But it still was a nice thought that Nathan pushed into the back of his mind. If he did keep a tally of the number of women, who would know but him.

[Cachet]

The woman giggled some likely only worsening Nathan’s minimal embarrassment. She smiled then spoke. “Well so it isn’t silver.” She then motioned and the tour began just like that. She didn’t want to distance herself too far from him because he was after all the only one taking her tour.

She had a strangely elegant walk about her, her hips swayed very gracefully from side to side with every one of her strides…it was almost metronomic in rhythm. Watching her hips sway side to side with every one of her graceful strides was strangely seductive. Her entire body was framed by a wonderful white dress and there were times when Nathan would swear he could see through it…or was he making stuff up in his mind. Or was he seeing what he wanted to see? They walked for a little and she eventually stopped near a large iron gate, behind this gate was a wonderful white building and a smaller south tower offset in the courtyard.

“This is the Opal Temple and the adjacent South Tower. The temple worships Rak’keli who resides in the south tower when she is here. If you need anything tended to medically this is the place to do it. They are busy right now sorting herbs and all since several trade ships came in with herbs and such from afar.” The woman smiled almost like she had taken note that Nathan was watching her walk…could the poor man help it?

“If you wish I can introduce you later to anyone inside you wish…except Rak’keli. I wish I could just introduce people to her.” She said with a slight laugh as she looked to the tall south tower in all it’s glory.

It was apparent that the large smooth sided white stone building held significance to the Konti. At the top there had to be some celestial chamber of some kind because there was a balcony and a set of large stained glass doors at the very top. But there was no sign of Rak’keli anywhere. None at all. But there was an odd feeling staring at the door of a goddess…even if it was from afar. The tour guide nodded and then smiled again. “The gate is never locked and they are always open. Because you never know when one will need healing or the likes.”

[Nathan Longstride]

As the woman giggled with Nathan's response of a silver tongue, Nathan couldn't help as his cheeks warmed slightly more. Curse women and everything about them. Well not everything. Just the things that inticed men. Too much to determine, Nathan instead tried to contemplate which parts of women would he not get caught up by. The ear? When the girl puts her hair behind that ear to show more of that beautiful face, even the ear was so sexy. Maybe the big toe? Wrong again, as Nathan could only imagine the woman rubbing it across his calf muscle. It seemed everything about a woman messed with men. Which came right back to curse women! And while they were a curse, they were nice to look at. Which was exactly what Nathan was doing as he followed behind the woman as their tour began. It really wasn't her ear or big toe Nathan was looking at while they walked, but the sway of her hips with each step. Nathan couldn't help but enjoy as her white dress clunged to her waist. Why did it seem like the white fabric was see-through whenever it expanded across her back? Was he just imagining it? Or did his desires trick his eyes into seeing something that wasn't there? Nathan was sure he could be all of his gold on the illusion of a see through dress and double his money. But even that wouldn't be as furfilling as what he got to see at this moment. A beautiful curse. Nathan didn't realize how far they had went until the woman stopped in front of a iron gate. Nathan straightened up, averting his eyes to the location they were at so the woman didn't know he had been watching her than the city he was suppose to be learning about. She explained the two locations as the Opal Temple and South Tower. So they worshiped Rak'keli here. Nathan didn't know much about the gods besides Kelwyn, but Master Eldytia had enough time to tell him a little about the goddess of healing. Sure he never had time to tell Nathan his first name, but he could tell about the goddess. Men with odd skin tones were as trifling as women. Nathan put the information about sorting herbs in the back of his mind. Maybe that could be his task the next day. He did enjoy honest work even if it meant more women, and he'd love to help in the temple. Maybe learn a few things that would help in the long run. But Nathan focused more on meeting people there. Out of anyone, he'd rather meet the goddess. Except knowing that her beauty would be ten-fold that of the Konti. On second thought, he was fine knowing Rak'keli was out there somewhere and not standing in front of him. Although the thought of meeting a god face to face was a nice thought. Even if he would rather meet Kelwyn. Nathan spoke to the woman without taking his eyes off of the temple. "I might just visit this place tomorrow, so introductions can wait until tomorrow." It wasn't that Nathan didn't want to meet new people. His curse didn't make him anti-social. But a feeling in the back of his head drew some thoughts up that he wished would stay dormant. It felt so different to be staring at the home of a goddess whenever she visited the island. Even from afar, it felt weird to look upon the place where one of the almighty stayed. Shouldn't they have some home in the clouds or a mansion? Anywhere but where others can easily visit. The gods were suppose to visit you whenever they wished, but not vice versa. Nathan turned back to the woman. His eyes watched her face, the thoughts of Rak'keli ruining his thirst for the swaying body. Maybe when they were out od sight his eyes would find themselves molding the curves of the Konti. Just maybe. Such a beautiful curse.

[Cachet]

The Konti woman smiled and nodded. “They are almost always in need of a few extra hands, they may even pay you.”

The woman then pondered just where to take the man. Mura had many sights and places, each of them peaceful and serene. But where to go from here. She pondered and then figured she would take him down the main street stretch through the town.

“There are many good inn establishments here in Mura. The Pearl Divers inn, Bountiful Sea and the Forest Meridian House. Each of them is a fine establishment. The Pearl Divers inn is owned by three sisters, the Bountiful Sea is owned by a mother and her daughter and the Forest Meridian House is owned by a pair of Konti women. Each location has something wonderful to offer and I would suggest having a meal in each location before you leave. Each one is…extraordinary in its own way.” She continued to walk her somewhat seductive swing as they came to a smaller unassuming building with a stained glass window.

The window itself was the only hint to what it was. A stained glass mural of weapons and armor. “The Heart of Steel. A very interesting place where our only Konti smith works and sometimes even sleeps while making her works of art. She is the only one who knows how to make the Suvai, our must wonderful and sacred weapon. It is said only a Konti or one with Konti blood can wield on without damaging themselves, or causing paralysis.”