Home of the Eypharian Woman [Closed]

[Nealle]

Day 12 of Summer, AV 510 The world was dark, always dark. People, they would often talk about the darkness in men's hearts, but they didn't understand what darkness really was. Only one that was blind, only one that saw what the blind saw, truly felt darkness. No light, no color, no black, just dark, emptiness. Nealle was blind. How the Eypharian woman made it so far and still managed to be not only alive, but still well off (for now) was a mystery yet to be solved. The woman, like all the other female Eypharians, once cherished her beauty, depended on it to find a husband of status and wealth, but those days were over. If only she could see herself now. It was technically morning, but nearing twelve bells, and the young woman had not eaten yet that day. Life was difficult though. She had nobody to depend on for sight, nobody that would help guide her through her visual darkness, nobody was left in her life. No, she left them behind. But that's another, long story. Nealle stood silently outside her small house, very small, but was comfortably sized for a single person such as herself. The sun was high, she could feel that, the warm rays, the color of gold she had often been told, being soaked by her already tanned skin. She smiled faintly, it was comfortable. Nealle, however, did not well understand 'indecency'. She did not realize that she was standing in her own doorway with little more than a silk nightshirt on. Sure, she was low income, but she had a sweet spot for fine and comfortable clothing. Besides the silk, Nealle wore a ring on the thumb of her right hand (one of her right hands), and other than those two things, there was nothing. She just stared blankly into the barren streets. Most people were out working about this time, knights were guarding and patrolling, blacksmiths were out somewhere hammering things, making things, but Nealle was here, still in her home, soaking up the golden sun's rays like a green-leaf plant. Her arms, or at least two of them, were folded loosely across her chest, another pair were rested on either hip, and the other two were behind her, locking her fingers together to make a firm web-like locking.

[Aren]

It had been his birthday a few days ago, but it was just now that Aren was remembering that fact. What could have jogged his memory, though, he thought. Finally, he came to the conclusion that it was probably the half-naked Eypharian woman standing in front of him. The sight brought him right back home, to his mother, however creepy that may have seemed. Aren was going to keep walking right on past (Eypharian shamelessness being nothing new to him), but he noticed the woman didn't even look at him as he ogled her. She didn't say anything, or comment in any way. This piqued his curiosity, as it didn't match the profile of Eypharian women he was accustomed to. The Akalak drew closer and closer, trying to find something out of place, something that was different with this one. Finally, Aren got so close that he blotted out the sunlight the woman was basking in. Still, he couldn't really find anything odd... until he realized that the glare from the morning sun didn't seem to bother her one bit. "You're blind." He blurted out. "And half naked, standing in full view of anyone who passes by..." Suddenly looking away, Aren felt incredibly embarrassed. He had been shamelessly starring at a poor blind girl, and was thus possessed by the irresistible urge to stop doing so.

[Wystern]

Wystern didn't make his way to the tavern today because he didn't want to wake up with yet another hangover. It is mid-day, about nine hours before he can call it an end for the shift and go home. Wys could only stop doing what he was told while on duty for so long before somebody from the disciplinary committee got sent to collect and debrief him. The system worked ninety-nine-and-some-small-number percent of the time. Not that he was bad at math, he wasn't particularly good at it. Wys wasn't paid to count, he was paid to judge; and he was judged by Sylirans in return.

As he walked by, he noticed a friendly face, an Akalak he met a while back. The Akalak seemed to have been looking at something, Wys couldn't quite tell what because of the city life. It wasn't really booming, yet.

"Hey Ar-" Wys didn't finish the sentence as he finally saw what Aren seemed to be staring at. In return, the Knight walked into somebody and dropped on his butt, a much bigger man than him grumpily teld him to watch where he was going. Wys returned the man a nasty look, but didn't quite say anything. His own damned fault he didn't look where he was going. "Now, on the more revealing matter..." He said to himself smiling as he though of that pun, there was a half-naked Eypharian-looking woman standing in the doorway. People started to notice, but kept going, having their own business to attend to.

Wys decided to approach her, unbuttoning his cloak as he came closer. "Was she blind or someth-" Again, his thoughts were interrupted as he noticed that she really was. And then he noticed a scar. He had plenty of his own, humans do indeed scar easier than quite a few races.

"Hello, madam." Wys said as he swung the cloak over her shoulders. "You understand that you are standing half-bare in the sun, where just about everyone who walks by can see you? Oh, and hello, Aren."

[Nealle]

Nealle's face shifted slightly as a shadow passed over her, his large body interrupting her brief sunbathing. She frowned slightly as Aren pointed out the obvious, but something she hadn't bothered to take care of. She sniffed lightly, she could smell the Akalak man, though the scent wasn't exactly familiar. Akalak men was a new smell to her. After a few moments, and almost ignoring what he had said, she reached out with her hand and touched him, though it was more on the side of his face since he had turned away. With the realization that he was purposely looking away from her caused her to incorrectly interpret the situation. She instantly assumed it was her face, the scar, much too noticeable to ignore obviously (or so she thought). She pulled back her hand and sighed painfully, but remained still for the most part. "I'm sorry." 'Hello, madam...' Nealle lifted her head slowly to face, though obviously did not directly look at, Wystern, at about the same time his cloak fluttered through the air and fell down around her shoulders. She nodded faintly in response to the knight. "Yes, I'm sorry. I'll put on clothes." Very much in contrast to how she first appeared, smiling in the sun, she dramatically took a shift towards melancholy, mostly at Aren's head-turning, though it was a misconception, how she perceived it was a sharp cold reminder that she wasn't the beautiful thing she used to be. Nealle was still polite though. "You boys may come in if you'd like. My home is small and probably not as..." Her voice trailed off as she lost her sentence, she couldn't think of the word she meant to say. Well furnished? High class? Clean? There wasn't much inside, but it was tidy. The Eypharian woman stepped back inside the darkness of the small house, only two small windows helped in providing natural sunlight into the small four-hundred square foot building, not that lack of light bothered her. She memorized the place already. Within a few minutes, Nealle would dress herself in her favored dress, it was actually quite expensive, again in contrast to her home. It was obvious, probably, that beauty mattered to her, clothing, physical markings, and jewelry were probably excessively precious to her. "I hope I didn't bother anybody too much. I'm not originally from here, only been here a few days actually." Once dressed, she would return to the Akalak and Human men, a firm smile on her face, but on of her hands (right) lingered around her face, covering the scar almost perfectly with the middle finger as the rest of her palm lie on her cheek. She was painfully subconscious.

[Wystern]

Wys gave a quick glance to Aren, wondering what just happened between the two. He accepted her offer to come in, waiting on his cloak to be returned as it carried the crest of the Windoak. "Well this is...really clean." He muttered to himself in a slight surprise. It seemed that the girl had a taste for class and style. Crow could barely keep his apartment organized and he could see. Wys looked away as he caught a sight of the cloak fluttering off to somewhere as the woman began to change in another room.

At this point Wys was starting to become a little curious of Eypharians. He couldn't quite remember anything except that stereotypically they were racist, but this one seemed to lift that. What else? They could pack one hell of a punch if trained, those six arms are a huge advantage, in just about everything, actually. That's when he noticed something that looked like a hilt of a blade.

Wy leaned against the wall, his gear making a slight noise of metal touching stone. How intriguing, is this a relic, or is she really blind, or can she use this whilst being blind? That's why he loved being one of the order, every day is a chance to meet someone interesting. He felt naked without the cloak when his shield and weapons on his back were visible. They were all custom-made to not exceed the length of his shoulders, that's why he was able to conceal it to a naked and untrained eye. It still made slight noise, but the weight of the cloak would bring it down.

Wys gratefully accepted the garment as she handed his cloak back to him.

"I hope I didn't bother anybody too much. I'm not originally from here, only been here a few days actually."

"You were not a bother at all, madam. We would gladly show you around." Wys indeed said "we" as he looked at Aren. He reached for her hand, a bit unsure which one, so he choose the top right. "By the way, I'm Wystern, Knight of Syliras, it's a pleasure to meet you."

[Nealle]

"Wystern. Wystern and Aren. Strong names." Nealle smiled softly as her hand dropped from her face, as if she temporarily forgot she was scarred. She then felt the man's hand touch hers as he offered to show her around Syliras. She giggled faintly as she took a firm grasp on his hand and nodded faintly. "I don't think it'll look too impressive to me, but I'd be happy to have a little company for the day." Nealle tried to make light of her condition, she was always blind, but it wasn't until a few years ago that she was humbled. The scar on her face, though did not completely make her hideous, led her to believe that it did in fact make her seem so. Nealle took a moment to bring Wystern's hand close to her face, and sniffed the knuckles of the hand. She was blind, but she could smell fine, it was one of the better ways to recognize people. Wystern, a drinker, maybe not a drunk, perhaps just recently been in a tavern, but he had the faint fragrance of alcohol on him. That might be embarrassing to point out however, so she would keep it to herself. She would slowly lower the hand from her face as she grasped his palm in her other hand (left) and caressed the Knight's palm slowly, massaging the calloused (I assume) hand. "You work with your hands often, Sir Wystern? I imagine a knight uses weaponry often enough to harden hands." Nealle had a sword, she had decent skill with it too, she was trained as a child, but he training was never extended into the realm of actually using the blade in her blinded state. It was more of a tool for last-minute protection, perhaps a way to scare off a threat, but since she had little use for it, she left it in her home, resting against the wall. Nealle remained where she was, keeping her right hand in Wystern's, and her left hand slowly moving up his arm, massaging the hand, the wrist, then the forearm. For the most part, she was waiting for him to lead her away. She was blind, she accepted this, she could not be the leader in this group.

[Aren]

Aren, because of his mother, knew something of Eypharian culture. Not as much as he should, seeing as he always hated his mother's lessons, but it was enough to defend himself. He even had an understanding of Arumenic, however poor it may have been. With Crows appearance, and the girl's invitation to enter her home, he was sort of caught up in the flurry of movement and ended up sitting in a chair, lingering embarrassment remaining. It wasn't until after a few moments had passed that Aren recalled her apologizing to him, for some reason. "No, it's I who should be apologizing. My gaze my have... lingered overlong." He knew that, to most Eypharian women, that would probably be considered a compliment, but the Akalak felt embarrassed by it nonetheless. It wasn't until the girl used her hand to try and cover the scar on her face that Aren actually noticed it. He recalled that his mother, who had been a warrior and thus had many scars, used to do the same thing. "I don't think you have to cover that up, for either of our sakes," Though he may have been out of place for assuming Crow's inclinations, he could not fathom that this man, of all men, would ever be put off by such a thing."And, yes, we would be more than glad to escort you around the city, Miss...?" She hadn't given her name yet, though she knew both of theirs. Randomly, since they were on the subject of names, Aren realized that Crow hadn't actually given his name as such to her. Precluding the possibility that he was lying, the Akalak turned to him, with an odd look on his face, "Wysten?"

[Wystern]

Wys had to say that he never have quite that much attention paid to his hand before, especially by a blind Eypharian person. The gloves definitely smelled like alcohol, it helped him sleep. He nodded at her question, and that's when he heard the Akalak speak, "Wystern?"

"My my, I told you my nickname on our first meeting haven't I? My friends and most of the Knights in Syliras who know me, call me Crow. Wystern is the name under which I am registered." Wys said with a smirk. "It doesn't matter to me which one you call me, they all can be used to identify me." An idea hit him shortly after that sentence.

"Maybe you could use a guide dog?" He said to the Eypharian.

[Tyuru]

Tyuru had been wandering the streets of Syliras aimlessly, minding her own business, when two men collided. The smaller of the two fell, and Tyuru had to veer away to avoid stumbling on the cloak that was trailing near the fallen man. Her eyes made to move on and she saw the woman standing in the doorway. Soon, of course, the cloak was thrown over her shoulders and Tyuru could no longer tell, but the woman had six arms. It didn't occur to her that the woman was blind, scarred and half-naked; no, the only thing that penetrated Tyuru's mind was that the woman had three pairs of arms.

Of course, Tyuru had heard stories of Eypharians, but had never seen one. Some part of her hadn't really believed it until now, and she was awed at the seamlessness with which the extra arms joined to the woman's torso.

As the Akalak, the man and the Eypharian woman disappeared inside the house, curiosity drove her forward. She stopped at the doorway, watching as they conversed. She had the decency to look away as the Eypharian woman dressed, of course, but after a couple of minutes she could bear it no longer.

A childish statement burst from her, blurted out in complete tactlessness and holding a definite note of awe and intrigue.

"You have six arms!"

((OOC: Hope it isn't too late to join! If it was, just tell me and I'll leave ^.^))

[Nealle]

TyuruOf course not. I would have closed it or said something otherwise. Feel free to join in.

Nealle continued to smile as the Akalak man hinted at her name. Of course, how could she have forgotten? Well, given the situation, it probably wasn't the weirdest thing she forgot to do today. "Nealle. I must have forgotten to introduce myself in all the excitement." Th Eypharian woman nodded slightly as she turned her head to face Aren, as if she was trying to look at him, but her eyes were only staring at his chest with their natural void gaze. "I've considered a dog before, but I'm not sure how well I can take care of one. I haven't even found a steady income as of yet, and I couldn't bare the thought of allowing any creature suffer for my disability." "Even though a dog wouldn't see the scar on my face..." She slowly pulled her left hand off of Wystern's forearm, yet kept her right hand in his. Neally opened her mouth to say something again when she heard a voice, which even the deaf probably could hear. "You have six arms!" Nealle couldn't do anything but giggle at the statement, and what a statement it was. The two men pointed out she was mostly nude, fully blind, but neither of them (it seemed to her) made any significant notice of her arms, or at least didn't seem intrigued by them. This new person, a young girl judging by her voice, seemed most intrigued however. A small smile curled on her lips again as she slowly stepped past Wystern and towards Tyuru. "Yes, I do. I'm not from here, but where I am from, four and six arms aren't too uncommon. But who are you?" As Nealle spoke, one of her left hands reached out, slowly, towards the girl's face. It could probably be inferred that Nealle often depended on Feel to judge or distinguish people.