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[Miles]

A wisp of anger trailed along Miles' facial features before he smoothed them. In an instant he wanted to stand up for her, to fight the racism he saw. This is why people needed to be taken advantage of. The truth of their weakness was never so apparent as it was that moment. Why not live off their ignorance? It was a dark place to live, Miles knew such- but he couldn't escape his philosophy.

On the other hand, he rejoiced in learning the secret of the Kelvic- in the trust lay a supreme vulnerability and he respected her ability to expose such to a group of strangers. She was one that stood out against the backdrop of common toned simpletons- the three of them were. They had feelings and thoughts independent of the collective hive mind that had gripped Zeltiva. Perhaps it gripped the world, and only a few escaped. A strangely extreme fate befell those who walked outside of the grooved life cycle tread for them by their ancestors- they were persecuted and crushed by the life they sought, or they stepped beyond expectations into leadership- pulling others to greatness alongside them. Beggars and kings, he thought to himself, were cut from the same cloth.

Nodding a silent acceptance, Miles motioned to help the healer return her cloak to her shoulders. "Such secrets should be treasured- only revealed to trusting eyes- accompany us- so we may learn more of you without this-" he waived a hand dismissively at the folk who wasted their time stopping and staring, not bothering to name them.

Resuming his walk, he called over his shoulder- "Either I or Valo can lead you there, and just about anywhere else you'd like to go. The City is indeed a maze of culture and structure, but once you are able to navigate it, I believe you will be rather pleased with what it has to offer." All traces of gloom were gone- Miles was completely lifted in spirits with the interactions thus far. He knew Abraham would be proud- his world was filling with people who were outside of the mold.

[Nai'a]

Nai’a could not help but smile that crept upon her lips, radiating pure joy when the young girl,Keira, thanked her for her offer, saying she would gladly accept, with a warm smile on her face. She could not help but feel proud of herself at doing the will of her Goddess. A lot of Kelvics were not religious people, and she wasn’t that religious either. But she respected and honored Rak’Keli any chance she had, and did her will whenever it was possible to do so. She peered down at Keira’s arm, to confirm that she could help. The wound wasn’t that deep and it did not appear there were any broken bones to be mended. It should only take a few chimes to heal her and soothe her pain. Though the girl tried to come off as kind and warm, the pain was still in her voice, reaching a healer’s ears. Nai’a wanted nothing more to take that pain away; she hated to see other people in pain, especially when she could make that pain stop.

The other man nodded a silent acceptance, as he helped Nai’a place her cloak on her shoulders. “Such secrets should be treasured- only revealed to trusting eyes- accompany us- so we may learn more of you without this-“ He waved his hand at the people, that had stopped to stare at her, murmuring remarks that made her eyes and cheeks burn in humiliation. She could not help but flashing the man a smile. “Thank you sir for your kindness, it is appreciated. I could not agree with you more, we should be on our way and this-“ Nai’a put her cloak back on, placing the hood over her hair keeping her face in view. should be covered up, you are correct, we do not need to have any more distractions.”

The red haired man nodded his head, gesturing the way they should walk with his hand. They started moving away from the onslaught of remarks, thankfully. Then he came up beside her, with a pleasant smile on his handsome face, announcing to her that his name was Valo. His warm voice held a quiet purr, shocking Nai’a at how comforting his voice was. Nai’a gave him a shy warm smile back, repeating the name in her head, thinking the name unique yet it flowed so easily through her mind. ”Valo.” Nai’a paused when the name flowed smoothly out of her mouth, chuckling lightly. “Your name is unique, yet it flows so smoothly from my mouth. I am honored to be acquainted with you and your companions, you all are such kind individuals. I honestly was not expecting such acceptance and kindness from people. That is why I hide my features. I find that sometimes it is better for people to get to know me on the inside first, instead of letting them judge me from the outside.” Nai’a sighed and casted her eyes down on the road, but quickly looked back up to Valo’s dark green eyes with her dark grey ones, giving him a small smile as they continued to walk.

The other man, she had yet to learn his name for sure, called over his shoulder that he or Valo would lead them through the maze of Zeltiva. Nai’a was unsure where they were headed, she had not been in Zeltiva but mere bells, and this whole place was utterly new to her. She kept silent though and let the experts lead the way, following silently taking the route and committing it to her memory.

[Valo]

The uplifting within Miles was so incredibly apparent that Valo could not prevent him self from smiling and nodding to the man upon his statement. And though perhaps he agreed with it not, he sought the good heart in his new acquaintance. And soon the four of them were on their way, away from the onslaught and forward into the healing of Keira. A brave girl she was, Valo noted. Indeed brave. As they walked, he and the woman conversed briefly, although he wished that she would not hide her feature so quickly. A pleasure to the eyes, she was, a soothing. “Your name is unique, yet it flows so smoothly from my mouth. I am honoured to be acquainted with you and your companions, you all are such kind individuals. I honestly was not expecting such acceptance and kindness from people. That is why I hide my features. I find that sometimes it is better for people to get to know me on the inside first, instead of letting them judge me from the outside.” she spoke as her gaze lowered at the cobbles, before yet again looking up at him. And when she did so, their eyes locked. "If a soul is so quick as to judge you upon your appearance, or race, or profession, or any other such nonsense; they do not deserve you acquaintance." he proclaimed simply and though his voice was saturated with warmth and reassurance, there words were blunt. Yet a crescent upon his face was a smile. As Miles spoke, however, his attention was ripped from the beautiful Kelvic. "Miles. Where do you currently reside, may I ask? So that I know where to seek you, should I need you or vice versa."

[Keira Star]

Nai'a seemed very much relieved after being accepted quickly by the rest of their "group", now headed in the direction of the clinic. She explained that her physical features caused her to be unfairly judged at times. The majority of the world had never been friendly, and this compelled Keira to be even more so. She also heard Miles cheering up and smiled to herself. It was good for him.

As everyone made their acquaintances and talked about the pleasure of meeting Nai'a, she made a remarked about Valo's name. “Your name is unique, yet it flows so smoothly from my mouth." Keira recalled that Valo meant light from an intriguing book she once read. It suited the red haired young man, who seemed as unique as his name. Miles's name as well as Nai'a's seemed to fit them individually, just from the way they sounded and the concepts in the words, although for those she did not know the exact meanings. Keira then thought about her name, which meant pure. She wished in envy she could live up to the standards of her name as did the others. She tried speaking it silently in her head, thinking of how awkward she felt being called by her own name, like it would never fit. You are being too hard on yourself, she chided silently and then awoke back to reality, being careful not to again fall or trip on anything again.

The pain was gone, almost like it had vanished. She was very pain tolerant, and wondered if she actually needed any healing, but kept silent. She had been told long ago that silence was the best way to stay out of trouble, and her mouth made her troublesome. Valo turned to Miles and inquired, "Miles. Where do you currently reside, may I ask? So that I know where to seek you, should I need you or vice versa." She jumped back to the realization that her settlement was temporary in Zeltiva, but shoved the thought in the back of her priority list quickly; and as they continued on she continued to think.

[Miles]

"Me?" He was openly taken aback at that, though it was the thief in him, the criminal that questioned, and not the man. He covered it up in what he imagined was a smooth way. "I hold residence here in Zeltiva. A cottage, not far from here. Perhaps our day will lead you there, depending on our exploits." His home had been secret from all, it was his haven, where the warring factions in his heart could rest. He was a student and a vagabond, a thief who preyed upon the drunk and the unaware, yet held the ambition to stand against blight and adversary to Zeltiva.

Who was he? Who was he really? It was locked in his home. How could he allow anyone to see that?

Miles turned his attention back to Valo, Kiera, and Nai'a. He'd never had friends to take home, not even as a child. Life was changing him- his solitary life had been good enough, hadn't it? Abraham was a teacher, a friend and a mentor, had he began the change?

Amidst the reverie, he walked with his companions toward the clinic, hoping resolution would climb from confusion. "If you need me, Miss, you will find me at the docks during the day. I frequent there." Had anyone "needed" him before? Miles withdrew a bit in thought. He wondered what it would be like, entertaining...

[Nai'a]

Nai’a was not sure where they were heading; it all seemed foreign to her. They walked along on the streets, trying to avoid the hustle and bustle of the people. The beautiful man’s kind and simple words were true, people who judged too quickly were not worth the acquaintance, but the fact still remained that Nai’a wanted to prove such judgments upon her wrong. She was a kind individual, always seeking to help others, easily giving them her friendship and care, not asking for anything in return except for kindness.

Nai’a half listened to what the men were saying, since it was none of her business really. Why would she need to know where Miles resides? He was not telling her where he lived, but Valo, so she kept silent staying in the confines of her mind, while still having one ear to the conversations of the other’s. She never thought that her first day in Zeltiva would produce such entertainment. She came here looking to seek a job in which to devote her time to her Goddesses will, and of course more socialization opportunities. It seemed she had found herself amongst kind individuals, and it made Nai’a’s heart grow warm, and place a small smile on her face.

Miles stated that he frequented a place called the docks; she did not know what this place was, or where it was. She did not even know where they were currently at the moment, though it seemed her companions knew the destination of their feet, so she stayed silent, glancing around and observing the buildings as they passed. A small place within her missed the Wild Lands. It was full of nature, places to swim, and even a few interesting people. Though one such as herself could not please her Goddess there, and would eventually have to start having conversations with trees to pass the time, no it was not a place for her. Nai’a sighed softly as she looked up; it seemed they had arrived to the place they meant to go. She wasn’t sure what to do now, so she hung back behind the group of people, letting them lead her.

[Valo]

Miles' answer, though vague, was indeed satisfactory to the artist. Indeed he found himself at the dock often too and thoroughly hoped to run into this particular individual. For friendship, even the most elusive threads of it, was priceless and the very prospect was not to be missed. Perhaps he would find a friend in this man, that he hoped dearly. Perhaps he would find friendship in all of his companions and where that friendship would take him remained only for the future to reveal.

Alas they reached the clinic and at the entrance that artist stopped for a moment. It was time for him to depart, it seemed, thus he turned to his companions and addressed each one individually, expressing his hope to see them all again soon. Trusting that they will be able to take care of Keira. And with a warm smile, he departed.

[Keira Star]

Keira listened to Miles say he was frequently on the docks. "What a coincidence, that's the one place I've been to before. I don't really know my way around Zeltiva yet," She said aloud. It was true, she had only been in this city for 3 days and she had absolutely no idea where anything was, save for the docks. They walked in silence. Miles seemed to be a bit surprised to be inquired of a location. Something about him told Keira that his past could have been darker, or perhaps she thought so because hers was.

It wasn't something she liked to think about. It occurred to her that they were almost there and the streets were not quite as crowded as before, yet not quiet enough to be considered normal. As they arrived at the clinic Valo had to say his goodbyes and Keira reluctantly bid farewell to the artist who saved her. She wished he could have stayed a bit longer. He was someone she wished to make her friend although he was significantly older than she. She wondered why he had to depart so soon.

Keira must have moved her arm because the pain unexpectedly seared into her arm again and she wasn't able to hold back a cry of pain. Fighting off the pain must have tired her somewhat or any shock must have worn off or something, but she wasn't sure because she wasn't a doctor. Her heart pounded in her chest as she tried to concentrate again. This is so overdramatic, she thought, trying not to call attention towards the injury. It was no big deal. The truth was that she wanted to fall over and writhe on the floor. I guess I'm just not tolerant enough.

[Miles]

Valo's exit was abrupt and sudden, however that was the way of men. Perhaps he was called by the bells, perhaps he had been offended by Miles' reluctance to give his residence. Miles would ponder his new acquaintance later. Before he could call after the man he beheld the clinic doors. Finally.

The building was nothing expansive or ornate. Even the sign was stark, painting the house of healing for what it was, nothing more. Miles attended to Keira's wince and sob, a moment of panic passing through him. Don't fret, Miss, we are here. Someone will see to you, alongside Nai'a that is." Miles laid a hand on the sturdy wooden doors and pushed. "It is a pity our first sights in Zeltiva are linked with pain and sickness. Our city is much fairer than this. You must not let this side of her dominate your first impression." With that, he motioned the two to enter the door he held.


The clinic itself was not exactly bustling with activity, however there were many more patients than Miles would have expected. The air rang with coughs and sputters- perhaps something had been catching in the past few weeks he was unaware of. The scent of strong alcohol settled firmly under scented oils and soaps, and a rather stately man stood at the entrance to greet visitors.

His eyes scanned the three newcomers and took in Kiera's favoring of her pained arm. Dressed in white linen, the man was thin but sturdy, giving the impression of wisdom and age. Presenting the group with an inviting smile, the man spoke in a clipped tone, one used to having directions followed. "Greetings. Please state any ailments, be as specific as you can, mind so that I may find someone to assist you as soon as possible." His eyes rested on Kiera, a moment longer than the others, and he paused, awaiting the response of the women.

[Nai'a]

Once they entered the clinic, Nai’a could not help the rush of excitement. The place had patients, her sensitive nose picked up the metallic twang of blood, the bland yet tangy scent of mucus, the fragrance of oils and soaps, and unfortunately she also could smell humans bodily fluids. Though with all this smells permeating the air, the atmosphere suited her. She wanted to do nothing more than get in there and help heal some people.

The man that greeted them looked stern and wise, asking Keira to state her ailment. Nai’a inspected it herself, she did not think there was a bone that was broken, but she was not sure as of yet. For all she knew there could have been a broken bone, but it seemed if that were so the young girl would have been in so much pain, words would have been hard to muster. So the broken bone ailment just seemed unlikely.

Nai’a looked over at her surroundings, taking in all the sights, as she waited for Keira to answer the man. She was a young woman, but if she could walk the streets alone, she could answer for herself as well. It was not that Nai’a was being hard or mean, it was just the simple truth of things.