A Chance Encounter [Closed] (Navrin, Ilona)

by **O'delia** on April 21st, 2012, 1:29 am

Note: Reworking character completely

by **Navrin Stormwalker** on April 24th, 2012, 9:23 pm

Navrin watched Illona's eyebrow drift up toward her hairline. The frown that crossed her face spoke volumes. She didn't consider her work charity; she was the type that considered what she did her duty to those in need. It was a respectable philosophy; one which he'd dabbled with from time to time. He wasn't a stranger to helping those who couldn't afford to reward him, but he refused to put himself in that situation. It made his skin crawl. His convictions always seemed to be getting him into sticky situations.

Illona searched through her pack for a scroll, chuckling at Navrin's explanation as to why the stables would be a terrible place for any type of healing. He hadn't added that Natiarian was notoriously jealous of the women Navrin had introduced him to and hadn't been above lashing out in the past. The horse was fiercely loyal and he had a good sense of people most of the times, but he could be jealous when the mood struck. She looked at the map for a few seconds, frowning before looking back up.

"A sound plan," Navrin said, nodding thoughtfully. He'd heard good things about Atri's Place. It may not have been the most fanciful inn in Mizahar, but if what he'd heard was true it was nice enough, especially for being as cheap as it was. Navrin watched as Illona stretched and basked in the sunlight. It was nice, especially after being trapped underground for so long after the storm. He'd missed the breeze. He'd missed being connected to Zulrav and the playful air currents that loved nothing more than to ruffle hair and play with dresses.

"Shall we go?" Navrin asked, watching as Illona smoothed the front of her dress. He stood up off of the wall and offered his arm to the petite Konti. The crowd was thick, and he would have hated for her to become lost among the blue giants all because of his long strides.

by **O'delia** on April 26th, 2012, 1:14 am

Note: Reworking character completely

by **Navrin Stormwalker** on May 2nd, 2012, 12:53 am

Illona slid her arm through Navrin's and the pair made their way off into the heart of the city. Navrin imagined they made an entertaining pair, him trying to shorten his steps and Illona taking the occasional hop-step to keep up. He smiled wryly and nodded to a few of the passing Akalak. Some he recognized from his sparring matches, while others he acknowledged simply because he caught their eyes.

It took them half a bell or so to finally make their way to Atri's Place. Illona was breathless from trying to keep up on the stairs, but Navrin's chest still rose and fell at a regular pace. He prided himself on his fitness, and for one who spent most of his life on the back of a horse, he could still hold his own on foot. Illona released his arm as she asked for a room. The pair waited for a moment as the Akalak searched for a key. When that was done, Illona made her way further into the inn and waved for Navrin to follow.

Illona sounded happy enough with the lodgings she'd been provided, and Navrin nodded to himself. The room was the perfect size for her. With both of them past the door at the same time it was cramped, but not uncomfortably so. She giggled as she saw him standing in the doorway, trying to find a suitable place for his bulk.

"If you insist," Navrin said, stepping around her and dropping down on the small bed. He watched as she tucked her hair behind her head and began rummaging through her bags.

by **O'delia** on May 7th, 2012, 11:18 pm

Note: Reworking character completely

by **Navrin Stormwalker** on May 14th, 2012, 10:35 pm

It hurt to take his shirt off. His shoulders were stiff and his movements were jerky and awkward. When he finally managed to yank the thing from off of his body he dropped it down on the bed next to him. He watched Illona as she examined him, taking a step closer and tracing the edge of one of his windmarks with her fingers. It sent a tingle down his back. He wondered what it would feel like to have more of her. He shook the thought out of his head quickly. Now wasn't the time.

He calmed herself and went to work, pressing one of her hands against his skin. At first there was nothing, just the feel of her hand on his hot skin. Then there was the glow -faint green, somewhat startling- and then he could feel his aches and pains drifting away. He could feel it under his skin, a faint cold sensation, like deep water in a warm lake.

He looked down and couldn't help but feel amazed as he watched the bruises disappear. He rarely trusted magic, or those who could use it with any skill, but he doubted Illona meant him any harm. He imagined if she did he'd be dead already.

"Thank you."

Navrin let his eyes drift up, watching as Illona focused on her work. She was pretty, especially from this angle. Perhaps he would try and take her for wine when she was finished. It would be a nice release for both of them.

"They do. I got them when Natiarian chose me. We hunted a glassbeak together and brought the meat back to the tents. That was the day I became a man in the eyes of the Drykas," Navrin said. "The mark on my back came from Zulrav. He blessed me on the Grass Sea when I first set out from the tents."