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[Amaria Waterstance]

22nd Winter, 512 AV 9th Bell (Morning) The chill of the morning awoke Amaria, and the sun shining through her window was a clear sign that it was much later than she normally awoke. With no work she slept in, saying nothing to the fact that she drank far to much the night before either. She was unsure if she should get up and make breakfast, or if she would be better off just snuggling deeper under her blankets when her leg came into contact with something. "Oh, come off it. I did not let him 'ere, and this is me just thinkin' he's in me bed," she thought to herself, rolling over to face the truth she already knew. She let a stranger, named Reaver, she had met just the night before lay in her bed beside her. She slipped from the bed quickly as this dawned on her, and hastily grabbed her clothes from the normal place she set them at the foot of her bed while keeping as quiet as she could. She was sober now, and remembered most of the prior evening. She remembered feeling sorry for making him sleep with just a pillow on her floor, and how she offered him a place beside her instead. She knew her mates at the shipyard wouldn't have approved, but what they didn't know wouldn't hurt them. He wasn't that bad looking either, and it's not like they did anything besides sleep and stay warm last night. Upon thinking this, her composure returned, and she remembered something else. Valo was to come by this morning to visit Reaver as well. "Well, guess I get to make something simple for 3 then," she muttered, shooting her punching bag a look, as she went to getting some eggs, oats, and milk ready for the three of them, not entirely knowing when Valo would show up.

[Reaver Riatal]

Laying in the bed with the blankets as far up over his head as he could, truffles of dark hair flared out. Making a stark contrast on the pillow which he was slept on. Though Reaver had done many things and flirted with more than a few woman this was the first time he had laid next to one in bed. Before he had drifted off he admitted to himself he had some rather unsavory thoughts. Thankfully when Amy invited him into her bed he had made damn sure to put on his pants before entering. Just a mild precaution to ensure that he kept his more basic nature to himself, among other things. Groaning from his fetal position under the blankets he didn't wish to leave the warmth of the bed. It was too cold outside of its boundaries but perhaps he could do something about that? It was a terrible idea to unleash fire in here least it had no container. Instead he had another and far better idea. Rather than make warmth inside why not keep the cold out? With this thought he slowly pulled the blanket from his head. Opening his piercing blue eyes as he eyed the windows around the house.

Getting up and out of bed he found the clothes he had discarded. His long lanky body sported a few scars, most just simple falls or scraps as a child. A few had deeper meanings in them and a small few from the old city local bullies who had done things best left in the past. Taking his red button up shirt he slid it down and over his slender muscles. Being thin had its advantages. Namely the fact that the slightest muscle showed up like it a small chiseled rock set into place. Mind you this didn't mean they where tough, there was just no fat around to fade the outline. Sighing as he did up the buttons he found his black vest and slipped it on but left it undone. It was too early to look so dapper, and he had more important things in mind. As he looked at the window he gave pause for thought. Steadily he began to collect djed in his lungs, concentrating on getting the amount to cover the window. In the past his shields where often malformed, being exceptionally strong in some points while almost ready break in others. The trick was to do it just right, and as he stood looking at he window he would look like he was just zoning out thanks to the morning cold.

Once he felt he had the right consistency he breathed out, through his mouth. Letting the djed form and take shape over the window, flowing with his breath to spread out across the pane. Its weave taking shape and forming neatly as he could make it. The task he had given it was simple: To let no cold pass. And once the shield had taken its place over the glass and wood he felt the difference. The cold that had once assaulted him seemed diminished in its attack. Smiling triumphantly he looked around the room but noticed a lack of its owner. His mess of hair remained ruffed about and a fair bit of stubble had claimed his face. Causing his already rough looks to be a little more uncivil. With no mirror to notice these awful changes he couldn't fix them. So he began to wander the house, calculating that his shield should last about till this time tomorrow if not a little earlier. Groaning he heard a few noises and followed them until he found their source. Amy stood in the kitchen and appeared to be doing something. What he couldn't say, his great mind was quite stubborn and seemed to be refusing to work of its owner. With this delightful development he simply chose the path of apathy. Well at least to her actions, he still sought interaction. Clearing his throat he offered a lazy smile. "Good morning, though I'm not sure good is a word to describe the dreadful cold that lingers in this place. Have you a fireplace I may light?"

[Amaria Waterstance]

Starting down at the bowl before her, she took to cracking eggs. If there were three, and two of them males, she should probably make extra over her normal breakfast for just her. She decided on making two for herself, and three for the other two who would be by her house. As she started breaking the eggs open to get out the yolks, her hands slipped, and parts of a shell fell into her bowl. Her face flushed, for it had been quite some time from when she had done that before. She was still brooding on what she had done the night before. It wouldn't have been nearly as bad though, had she not heard Reaver behind her at that moment. Her faced went from flushed to crimson as he started to wish for a hole to bury herself in. She messed up a simple meal, and in front of a guest no less. Whipping back around to the eggs, she pointed in the general direction of the hearth. "What's wrong with you Amaria, he's a guest, and you're acting like you're a young girl around him again. What happened, happened. Snap outa' your silly little mood, and treat him as such." She slapped both her cheeks, as one would to awake from sleep, and looked over toward Reaver again. Her smile had returned, and her little bit of self awareness on her actions seemed to get her back to normal. "So mate, you do any exercising in the morning at all? Oh, an' three eggs, and a bowl of oats and honey with walnuts good for ya'?" she said as she pointed over her shoulder at her cooking supplies.

[Reaver Riatal]

Looking at the hearth he gave it a fair few blinks, looking and noticing Amy's red cheeks his mind began to run through calculations. Wondering why it was red and what could have caused it. However his mental gears lurched to a halt as he found that he didn't care, and he was too cold want to know out of simple curiosity. As his lanky figure walked over to the hearth he looked at his scared hands. Though a follower of Rak'keli could have easily fixed the damage done. He liked to keep them as a reminder that the elements where dangerous, and that without restraint. A person is no longer a person but a beast. With that in mind he focused and some res formed in his palms. The ethereal blue gel lifting with his will and moving into the heart. Squatting down to examine his work he wanted to make sure he could articulate his res properly. Deciding he wanted to make the fire a little larger he poured out more res until he had a decent sized pool. Placing a few logs atop the res he ignited it. Watching as the fire roared to life consuming the wood like a predator devouring its prey. A light crackle came and smiled as the warmth was quick to meet his person. Contently smiling for the moment he shivered as he enjoyed the delightful orange glow that illuminated around the stone hearth. Being a reimancer really did have its advantages.

Once he heard Amy's voice his attention snapped from the heat and colour of the fire. His full attention to her once more his eyes half closed in a lazy consciousness. When she offered a meal he was not one to say no. All he expected for the evening was lodging then a bot out the door, this was by far exceeding his hopes. Giving Amy another calm, collected, and charming smile. Standing up and stretching his long body he silently wondered if he should start doing some exercises in the morning. Maybe get a little muscle on him, though he'd have to save that for another day perhaps. Right now he had questions to answer, scratching the mop of dark hair on his head he shut his eyes before opening them. "I do some exercises, though they are not of a physical nature. My proficiency is in the arts of djed and as such my mind is my most lethal weapon. What I'm able to conjure with my djed and my imagination of how to use it. Then my logical reasoning of what would be the best way to use it. Oh and for the meal, it sounds most wonderful thank you. Your too kind to treat me so well my dear Amy."

Reaver smiled again as he looked around and then closed his eyes for another moment. He had found himself what he now could happily call a friend, or at least in his mind he could. However he did hope that this wouldn't become regular. As nice as it was to have a place to stay at night and even a meal in the morning. He didn't wish to drain her supplies and put a greater burden upon the woman. However maybe he could work out some kind of bargain? After all he was able to make shields that could keep out the cold and light fires on his whim. And should summer come by then he would be able to hopefully manipulate more elements. Effectively becoming a controller or moderator of temperature, wondering if there was such a word for someone like that. His mind became alert as he realized that the door could be shielded. Heading towards Amy's front door preparing another large breath of djed and smiling.

As he reached its thresh hold he put two long arms on the side of the door and gave pause. It was a lot bigger than a window but he imagined he'd be able to make it work. It would also be funny for someone to see it shimmer as it worked to keep out the cold of the day. With another moment he let out a long and slow breath, his djed flowing from his mouth with his breath as it began to coat the door. Doing his best to evenly spread it. Making sure he kept his will sharp as he held the dimensions of the doorway in mind. Its height, width, thickness. Doing keeping the approximate measures in his mind. Though it wouldn't be a perfect weave, it would serve its purpose of keeping out the cold. This one wouldn't last as long as the window, chances are it would fade near the fall of night unless he fed it djed. But it was still damn good practice, for him. With a small sense of pride he felt he had done better than the last one. The weave was a little more even and its complexity was not, it was a little more consistent than the last shield he had preformed. Nodding as he left it he returned to the hearth, taking a seat by its ever warm orange glow. The house was steadily fighting back the effects of winter thanks to his djed.