Home of the Eypharian Woman [Closed]

[Dusk]

Moderator's Note: Just a quick note - please keep in mind that in Syliras, you do not start out with a cottage. You start out with a 20x20 room in the bowels of the castle, and you don't get any windows. I'd suggest you just continue the scene as if she were standing in the doorway to the hall that she lives off in the residential quarters. I've also added this info to the "Rules for Posting" thread since this seems to come up a lot. Thanks, and carry on!

[Nealle]

[[OOC: Alright, I'm sorry about that. For some reason I had the Idea that Syliras was a small town that pretty much surrounded an enormous castle-like fortress. We'll do as Dusk suggests and continue this as though the home is a small 20x20 suite/room/dungeon/whatever it would be in the castle. My mistake everyone, sorry.]]

[Wystern]

OOCJust replace the cottage with apartment and everything should be honky dory. On a side note, Dusk posted in our thread, are we popular now?

Wystern looked at a newcomer with an amused look on his face. Finally, another human, or he thought. There are like twenty races out there, and he could only pick out the more different or freakier ones. Crow had a small mental list of how difficult it normally was to deal with all races he encountered or learned about, and ironically enough humans topped it; Myrians came next, after that, the others were relatively easy to handle. Funny enough how resourceful his own race was for all the wrong reasons. By all means he wasn't racist, in fact he was paid a handsome amount of thirty gold mizas a week not to be.

Still, a better question is how the hell does an blind Eypharian get to Syliras? And that's when he noticed that she was still holding his hand. Wys politely pulled it away, feeling a little awkward, but nothing he hasn't dealt with before. He quietly rubbed his eyes, trying to shake off the weariness from the small amount of sleep he got last night.

"Contrary to the expected, six arms is far less strange than a highly intelligent, talking ape." He said with a smirk. Good Tyveth, one could see just about a bit of everything in this city.

[Aren]

It seemed a girl had wondered in off the street, into Nealle's home, and Aren couldn't help but smile at her childish fascination. "That she does!" He recalled his own experiences, as a child, with his mother's many limbs. Awe, confusion, sometimes a little fear when she was in a foul mood, and when that happened... plate dodging. There was always fun to be had by all when his mom was pissed. When Nealle got up to attempt to touch the new voice in the room, Aren watched intently and, though she might have needed help, it was ultimately better that she accomplish the task herself. He hoped Crow understood this, and didn't interfere with what she was trying to do. "She's blind, so stand still." The Akalak informed the girl, so that she wasn't bobbing around while Nealle was trying to get to her.

[Nealle]

OOCI'm Impatient, so I'm going to post now. Hope that's okay with everybody. Nealle's finger slowly brushed against Tyuru's forehead, feeling around, avoiding her eyes, nose, and mouth of course. She noticed, right away, the lack of lines, there was little signs of extensive aging, as expected. This only farthered her assumptions that this girl was quite young. Nealle smiled faintly as she released the girl. "Are you fifteen? I bet you're beautiful too." The Eypharian woman slowly turned to face Wystern and Aren's general direction, the small apartment was becoming a little crowded. Perhaps it was time to be shown around like the two men suggested. "Gentlemen, I'm ready to see this town if you are ready to show me. I feel a little moody when I don't feel the sunlight on my skin for so long. It does feel a little cold in here." OOCSorry for being so short. I'm exhausted. I'll do better later, promise.

[Tyuru]

[Ah, okay, well in that case Tyuru was wandering the halls of the castle out of pure boredom. ^.^]

Tyuru’s eyes went wider and she stared at the cloaked man. “You get talking apes? Just when I thought I’d seen it all!”

She was silenced as the woman she had heard to be Nealle came closer. Just as the blue man (who was undoubtedly an Akalak) said it, Tyuru realised that Nealle had no sight. The younger woman wasn’t the most observant of people and with a sinking feeling she realised she might have been slightly insensitive. Maybe.

She stood very still as Nealle traced her face, intrigued. “I’m sixteen,” she said, unable to help a small blush, “and I don’t know about being beautiful.” Of course, she was being modest; her own image of herself was a goddess, but she knew better than to let on. “Can you really tell what someone looks like by feeling their face?” As usual, her mouth ran away with her. “And, I’m sorry for barging in, I couldn’t help it. I’m Tyuru, by the way.”

This time she actually brought a hand to her mouth to stop it from moving, giving an apologetic look to the two men and feeling awkward. “Maybe I should go.”

[Nealle]

Nealle gracefully turned on her heel and stepped towards Tyuru again, this time gently lying one hand on either of the girl's shoulders, a firm smile was locked on her lips as she slowly shook here head from left to right. "Of course I can't tell the physical beauty of a person. I can simply feel for the signs of aging, but age is not something that devalues beauty." With two hands still on the Drykas's shoulders, a third hand would rise to her own face and slowly trace along the scar that went from her nose, under her eye, and down her cheek. Her smile did not break, but obviously was forced now. "But I wasn't talking about your outward beauty Little Miss Tyuru. It's what is inside that can melt the hearts of men and women alike. And what's inside, I still cannot see, but I can feel it. You are beautiful." The Eypharian woman slowly dropped her hands, but her face, along with her empty gaze, remained fixed towards Tyuru, though the eyes peered towards the top of her head for the most part. "My intuition tells me that you are beautiful outside though. Sir Knight Wystern, is this girl beautiful? Master Aren?" Nealle giggled lightly as she clapped her hands together softly three times, like she was some sort of child excited about a gift. There was just something about this girl she loved. ''Maybe I should go.'' "Go? Certainly not Little Miss Tyuru. You should walk with us in fact, the beauty men see can be quite different than what a beautiful young woman like yourself sees, and that's what I want to see. I enjoy your presence, it's comforting."

[Wystern]

Wystern looked at the Eypharian with a smirk edging on his face. It seemed she had a fair bit in knowing how to push someone's buttons. Damn, those six arms were so freaky to look at, in a good way. It's like observing something one doesn't get to see often, nature's perfect coordination in action, one might say. Common beauty is so difficult to notice at times, but not right now.

"My intuition tells me that you are beautiful outside though. Sir Knight Wystern, is this girl beautiful? Master Aren?"

Wystern almost blushed at that statement. She was almost edging him, this day is getting more and more intriguing by the second. Alright, the lady wants an answer, and an answer she will get.

"Beautiful? Yes, she is. But a face is a face, and a face is a mask. I can judge a mask and it's outwardly appearance," He turned towards the Drykas,"and looks, you certainly possess, Tyuru." Wys then turned back to Nealle. "But, I don't judge faces. I judge actions, character, reactions. I judge because I am prepared to be judged in return. By far, my mask is quite contrary to what lies beneath." He said the last part playfully with a smile.

"Don't misunderstand me, by all means I do not call you ugly on the inside, quite the contrary. But I can almost promise that the more you dig about me, the more disfigured I will get, before I can return to something that looks like a human. Oh, and please don't call me Sir, or Knight. Wystern or Crow will suffice."

[Aren]

"Oh, yeah." The girl was quite pretty, but Aren couldn't help but focusing on a particular bit of her body type that stood out. "She's got quite the childbearing hips, too." He half-joked, half seriously commented. "And, I would rather you just call me Aren, as well." Just like Crow, he didn't like being called by any title or honorific, least of all Master. "I'm not even a master of my own damn self..." He muttered, with a mix of sadness, anger and regret. Like all Akalaks, Aren had a dark inner personality which was separate and distinct from his own. That other him was wholly capable of murdering everyone in the room without a moment's hesitation, and he didn't particularly need much of a reason to do it, either. But, that was simply the burden all his kind bore, not that too many people knew almost anything about it. Who would feel comfortable with an incredibly large, potentially homicidal maniac in the room, after all? This was the reason Akalaks were trained to be disciplined from childhood. All it takes is one lapse, one uncontrolled emotion... and pop goes the glassbeak.

[Nealle]

Wystern was right, he did judge others. And whether he judged himself or not, she did not like that about him. It reminded her of her own people, if they could even be called 'hers' anymore. The stories they told of other people, they were inferior, hideous, barbarians, they had no place in Mizahar. It was heart breaking for her even admit she was one of them, she was to believe she was a superior race, and it wasn't until she was 'scarred' that even her own people saw her as inferior. Her beauty was flawed, she was no longer the child that was going to move up in the social ladder. Nealle made no response to Wystern, though her obvious hesitation, her silence, made it fairly obvious that it impacted her in one way or another. She did her best to shrug it off. She turned to Aren, frowning lightly as she held out her hand to him, wanting him to grab a hold and lead her outside. "Even the Gods lack complete mastery of themselves. That's why they need us as much as we need them. Aren, come here. I think we should leave this place, the darkness is probably making you three miserable." What irony. "Tyuru, you are beautiful, I have my intuition and these two men's eyes to prove it." Nealle smiled.