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[Dronkier]

"Vespirus. I shall cherish the name until such time that you change it." The melodic tones of her voice stirred him lightly, drawing a want to continue speaking out of him. "Traveling to your home may well be exactly what I need. I hunger, and thirst." Catching the comment about the grave of her father, he spoke gravely. "Worry not about the spirits of old. They are safe. Unless.." He thought of his own descent, of the terror he felt being ripped away from the heavens. "Unless their loved ones are not at peace." The guards did not concern him as he passed, he did not so much as glance in their direction. Talk of the dead led to thoughts of the afterlife. That, was home. "I would like to go there, one day." He said wistfully as he followed her to her home. "When we are closer, you can take me without feeling strange."

[Vespirus]

Vespirus let out somewhat of giggle. As strange as he was, the man was very sweet. "If your hungry, then I must go buy some food." She led him to a small hut. "Now, wait here while I go to the market. What food do you like to eat?" She opened the door with her key, revealing a room with a bed, a table, a coat of arms with a two headed fish on it, and a chest in front of it. There were a few slits in the ground making a square shape.

[Dronkier]

"You don't have much food? I have money for payment. Just any old thing will do, I think cooking will be a rather magical experience. Putting ingredients together, so many unlike elements and creating something new of them.. what could be better?" Feeling at home was an alien feeling to him. HIs eyes swept over the small hut once, taking in it's features with quiet reverence. Would he own a home as such? Would he ever be connected to this world so? Dron walked over to the chest and sat on it, thinking this was the only guest chair available. "Where must we go to acquire the proper ingredients?"

[Vespirus]

"If you wish to cook, I can go get ingredients, but I can't even cook my fish. What's even worse than not being able to cook, I'm almost an ice maiden yet I can't even take care of myelf." She said sorrowfully. "I suppose that I should have taken the arrangement my mother made for me. I can't think of single man who may see me as anything more than just another villager- I'm talking too much again, aren't I?" Vespirus let a small sigh escape her.

[Dronkier]

Dron listened intently and tried his best to look like understanding people look. The problem was he hadn't seen an understanding look for a while and so he looked rather vacant instead. He responded after a short pause with: "you aren't talking too much, not really. And taking care of yourself is something learned from birth, I know that much. You seem to be doing just fine with a home here. Take joy in what you do, and you will improve at it." He remembered those words, though they struggled to connect themselves to another portion of memory and failed. Dron patted the chest lightly, a comforting gesture to the sorrow in her voice. "I'll tell you what. Why don't you get what you think we need to cook, and we'll learn together."

[Vespirus]

It seemed like the man knew just what to say. He surely didn't deserve those devilish horns that made him look so sinister. She smiled and said. "Okay, wait here while I go and get everything from the market!" She ran out the door looking back one time to see the man again, then closed it. She had finally found a friend. Her eyes flowed into a very lavenflower like color.

[Dronkier]

Being alone was not hard really. Dron inspected each piece of the house with his eyes (and not his hands). Trying his best to memorize every feature of the home, the Ethaefal stood, walking around and around the small cottage musing to himself. There wasn't much need for houses in the thrall. Here everything was individual. Faces, names, people, mannerisms, muscle structure all belonged to one, specifically. He searched the room for something that identified it as his new friend Vespirus' and her's alone. Her scent clung to the air, all 100% uniquely her. Dron wondered what he smelled like. What was 100% uniquely him?

He paced in the confined area conducting great bouts of philosophy in silence. What made him Dron and not Laif? What made her Vespirus, and not the other female? He thought of Vespirus' face when she spoke about her father. The sadness capture there- was that 100% her? So much he did not know, the world was a salted drink, one that left a feeling of thirst on the quenched tounge- that you may be parched within moments. Every question led to more questions. He awaited her return with a head full of dizzying questions.

[Valkyrie]

Thread Award Blizzard : Experience 1 Running 1 Hunting 1 Observation Lore Vespirus: Vantha Other N/A Notes : Avanthal is very flat, there are no mountainous places. Nothing higher than a small to medium sized hill. Other than that, good job. Blizzard definitely has a sassy personality. In future threads, please try to lengthen your posts a bit as some were a little shorter then I’m comfortable with. Vespirus : Experience 1 Observation Lore Witnessing a Kelvic Shift Blizzard: Kelvic Other N/A Notes: Vespirus, some of your posts were very short so in the future please try to lengthen them. Also, you shouldn’t have housing outside of the Holds or Savintar Warrens. Please PM me with concerns about this. Otherwise, you did a good job of portraying how vulnerable your PC is and exploring how she feels about being a single Vantha at her age. I did not grade for Edythe or Dronkier as they have not been active for several months. If you are reading this Edythe or Dronkier and would like a grade, please send me a PM. Please send me a PM if you have any questions or concerns.