Completed Myths And Legends (Bolivar)

[Kyra]

Timestamp: 74th of Spring 513

It was twilight in the Silkwater Lake on the 74th of Spring. The forest was alive with chatter, insects and animals alike were awakening and hurrying out as the day turned to dusk. There was something special, serene about the coniferous forest, and with the isolated mountain lake resting in the middle, the place seemed almost magical. It was a long hike to reach the desired destination, but there was something that she wanted to investigate.

There were rumors about a powerful witch that lived in the mountains. Not much was known about her, or even if it were a she at all. Kyra wondered if it was true, she had heard stories when she was little about witches in the forest. In fact, she had even met one not a full season ago. However it was unlikely that the two were the same and Kyra wanted to meet this one as well. So far there had been no sighting, a rabbit here and there, birds chirping in trees but nothing more.

The young kelvic settled in by the lake, legs crossed beneath the gown that she wore. She placed her weapons off to her left and rested her hands in her lap. Closing her eyes, Kyra quieted her thoughts and allowed herself to feel the forest through her senses. She felt at home in the forest, and although she had roamed through more than one, there was still a calming to it all. Kyra sat silently in her meditative state for a while before a smell in the near by area wafted into her nose.

She opened her eyes, slowly raising to her feet and collected her bow and katana from the ground where she had laid them. Instead of standing straight up, she crouched almost and sniffed the air again. There was a dear close by, she could smell it easily. Kyra pulled an arrow from her quiver and lightly stepped across the ground in search of the creature.

It only took her a few chimes to track it down, there was no use in checking the ground for tracks, or seeing if bushes and tress had been disturbed as humans did, she could simply follow her nose. Soon, she found the dear gracing on the plants on the edge of a grassy plain. The night was quiet and she slipped out of her boots to muffle the sound as she slowly moved closer.

The kelvic notched the arrow into her bow and waited for the perfect shot. For the moment, the angle was off and her shot could be tore off by the trees close to the animal. Instead of getting closer, she shifted herself further into the opening while trying to keep herself hidden amongst the tall grass. Once she had a good spot, Kyra breathed in deeply, calming herself and raised her bow. With her mind focused, she released the flow of djed from within her body and directed it into her eyes, and mouth.

Ready to give it another try, Kyra attempted to make the bugling sound that deer were known to make, when they called to each other. It was spring and the season to mate was upon them, Kyra felt this as well. She made the sound a second time, getting the attention of the animal. It didn't move much, but just enough that she could possibly get a clean shot.

"Shuss...there is no danger. Come out....and come to me..."

[Bolivar]

Not the most easily coerced person but nevertheless reasonable Bolivar found himself guilted into a week of going around the mountains to make sure the people outside the walls were pleased. That meant a week of the usual niceties he had been accustomed to. "No ink, few candles and nothing to do all day but sit on my arse." Letting out a haughty breathe Bolivar quickly patrolled around the majority of the area outlining Syliras and found nothing amiss. To the mixed blood it was little more then constant grunt work with little compensation. The looks given to him were of slight deference but mostly uninteresting problems were on the farmer's lips. An occasional fox getting into the chicken pens and complaints about people going through their fields when they weren't suppose to be there. This was not what Bolivar had in mind when he was touring the rural side. Still it provided Bolivar with an abundance of time to polish up on his riding. From mountain pony and moving on up to a more appealing mount. Little did he know that the breed of horse he choose before the trip was of the more mischievous sorts. "Gah! Keep still under there Sparker." Bolivar leaned closer to the gilding as it took fervently between the mixed blood's legs. The name given to him by the odd light that seemed to shine from the horse Bolivar quickly chose Sparker as a replacement to the usual horse he borrowed from the knights. Not quite ready for a their warhorses Bolivar planned on taking it slow from pony to adult horses to the giant bred behemoths the knights called a horse. "Stop... Stop it! Stop nipping at my heels!" Though practice in another context Bolivar was subjected to learning how to ride with a less then cooperative horse. Giving the order to go faster then a walking gait the slight canter started after Bolivar issued the command with much zeal. Either that or Sparker was tired of the slight jabs to his ribs. Bouncing slightly in his harness Bolivar was making good time in the past few chimes compared to when he thought that Sparker was a innocent horse. There was no such thing. "Good pace there girl. Keep it up! We'll be in and out of these parts in no time."

[Kyra]

Kyra pulled the arrow back tightly into the string then released it. There was a whips from the string as the arrow darted passed her pale cheeks, an almost inaudible hiss escaping from the trembling string of the short bow. The arrow that was aimed near the deer's neck soared true and pierced the flesh beneath the furry meat. The deer bucked, stumbled as it tried to run, only to turn around and collapse onto the ground.

The young kelvic stood up and moved towards her kill. Once she approached the deer, she noticed that it was still twitching, and even gasping for breath. She realized that the best way to handle it now was to finish it off quickly. Kyra slipped her bow back over her shoulder first, and then pulled her katana from the sheath on her back. The girl held the handled firmly with both hands as she raised her arms above her head and swung downward towards the deer's neck.

The slash wasn't clean, nor was it deep enough, and she had to attempt it a second time before it would cut through completely and remove the head of the deer from it's body. There was a pool of blood growing under and around the animals body now, and almost black crimson splatters across her feet and the helm of her white dress. The katana that she held, glinted in the dull light, thick oozing blood dripping from it and making it's own small pool beside her feet in the grass.

In truth, the kelvic wasn't really that hungry, but she didn't want to miss the chance at a good hunt, and finding good meat to sell was always a good way to earn extra coin. Suddenly Kyra spun around as she heard a soft thumping in the distance. She knew the sound well enough, the trotting of a horse it would seem. She was curious to see who it was, and where they were going, but she was more concerned with getting her fresh kill back to the city before insects and maggots got to it.

[Bolivar]

Feeling mighty proud of himself Bolivar bounced as he made his way through the small woods. The path slowly winding, sometimes disappearing at a time and then revealing itself on another side of where he was or down an incline he did not see. This was practice within itself as well as learning how to ride. What good would it do to be able to ride a horse well if one did not know how to navigate the land. "Sparker we are gonna need to get back up there." Surprisingly enough Sparker chose that time to shake it's head the way all horses do. Did she understand that? Leaning back slightly as Bolivar directed Sparker to the right Bolivar slowed the horse down to a walk as they made their way up a slight rise along the path. Leaning forward Bolivar kept faith in his trusty steed as he let it find it's way up the path. Nearing the top Bolivar could see what looked to be a landmark in the distance as motioned Sparker to a full stop. Sulkwater lake or was it Shulkwater? Bolivar shrugged slightly leaned backwards before directing the pair of them down the incline. Sparker had another trick up his sleeve apparently as before they reached the bottom the horse reared up without warning. Instinctively leaning forward Bolivar grimaced as he realize he caused the seat to shift slightly. Petching horse. This incident had already happened before with another horse and Bolivar found himself smirking despite the slight prank played on him. "That was pretty good I admit Sparker. We have a job to do though. Let's be professional for now." Not quite sure what brought on the small pep talk to his horse Bolivar once again set out in a canter forward until he saw the trail once more. "Almost there Sparkie. Let's see if I can handle your trot. Ye-yah!" Finding the new pace exhilarating but obviously out of his league Bolivar slowed Sparker down back to the usual three-beat gait that he was accustomed to until... "What's wrong?" Sparker slowing to a walk and a dead stop Bolivar tried to placid his mount as he scanned the area. A slight disturbance was in the air Bolivar could almost taste it. Rather... he smelled it. What was that? Though it was the dead of night Bolivar did not mind the shadows that decorated the area around him. The mixed blood was accustomed to working like this but the forest was very different compared to the cities in Sultros or the streets of Syliras. Tapping his spurs on Sparker slightly his horse let out a slight groan in rebellion before Bolivar tapped into the horse with a little more authority. Obviously whatever was out there had already heard Sparker's approach but would it see him first before Bolivar did? Can one even be stealthy with a horse? A slight glint caught his eye followed by what looked to be a cascade of blonde hair. "Ah." Directing Sparker towards what look to be a woman hunter Bolivar waved slightly in heralding his arrival. "Hail. Squire Bolivar of the Syliran Knights." Waiting to see if the stranger would share her name Bolivar finally found what had been causing that slight smell in the air. A dead deer killed by what looked to be... odd tools for a hunter. "Sorry if I'm intruding m'am. Curiosity and my horse led me here." Up close Bolivar could tell how beautiful the woman was. Slightly out of place given that they were in the outskirts of civilization but the squire dared not ask why. "Would you like some help bringing that back to the city?" Being a squire he was unsure of it where it was legal to hunt if there were any restrictions at all. "Though I admit that I find your method of execution a bit zealous." Not one but two slashes was seen on the deer from the odd looking sword. Finding himself looking at it's owner lingering slightly at the golden locks before looking back at the blade. Blinking a few times before furrowing his brow Bolivar recognized the mark of Izurdin on the blade. Bolivar had seen such markings in his homeland of Sultros. It had been so long since he had seen Izurdin's mark. So did that mean it was? "If you don't mind me asking where do you hail stranger? And how did you come across such a well crafted blade?"

[Kyra]

Kyra lifted her head just a bit, allowing her small nose to catch the smell wafting in the air more directly. It was a horse for sure, and a human with it. He was armed, she could hear the sound of the weapon clicking as he moved. That in itself meant nothing as most people traveling outside of the city were armed. The young kelvic turned towards the direction of the smell and waited to see who would appear. Moments later a man on horseback arrived just as she had expected.

She waited patiently for the horse to guide the man over to where she stood and stayed slient as they both searched the other with their eyes. Syn's light had all but vanished, leaving only a faint glow behind while Leth's reach started to dominate the sky. It was darker now, and there was a slight flicker of light within her bold eyes, though the color of bright gold would appear more brown than their true color. Kyra stared at the man as he did her and shifted just a bit in place, her bare toes curling into the grass beneath her feet.

"A squire.." she asked rhetorically. She hadn't expected to find a lone squire so high in the mountains. Only a season ago she had traveled near the same path when she arrived with the Ravok army. Had they found the squire on that day, he would have been killed instantly. However, with the mission failed and the army regrouping, none of that was an issue anymore. Kyra was on her own now, free to do whatever she wished, and so she had set out on a new life..of sorts. "Well hello Squire Bolivar of the Syliran Knights."

Kyra didn't give her own name as the man hadn't asked for it. Instead she watched his face closely, noticing when his eyes moved from her and down to the deer that she had just slain. He made her an offer, and one she could easily agree too. She had managed to do it before, but dragging a deer for such a long way was exhausting, not to mention it attracted other predators. "That is very kind of you. I accept. Help me, won't you?" she added with a smile. The kelvic glanced to her blood soaked katana when the squire made mention of her execution technique. "Is it really?" she asked simply and looked to the blade again.

There was a thick coat of black tar attached to it, and she knew that she would need to clean it soon before a stain set in. It was a finely crafted blade after all, and she didn't want to ruin it. As a young girl, Kyra was always getting into messes and ruining all sorts of expensive items. Her mother had scolded her often because of it, and now years later it seemed to have paid off.

"Around I suppose, I've moved a lot."she answered to his question of where she was from. The girl didn't think it wise to tell a member of the order that she was from Ravok of all places. It was hard to say if her past actions would have any baring in the present, but she didn't want to chance it. His next question she could answer, though the details being of a criminal nature were left out to protect her. "It is very well crafted isn't it? I took it off a trader...a man who owed me so much more."

Suddenly she turned the blade in her hands, twirling her wrist as she took two swift slashes with it to the right of where the squire sat on his mount. The sword was light in her hands, and the quickness of her actions caused the blood to flick from the weapon and splatter into the nearby grass, almost cleaning the weapon completely. "Are you a hunter, Squire Bolivar of the Syliran Knights?"

[Bolivar]

Shrugging slightly Bolivar grimaced slightly as Sparker hesitantly approached the woman closer. "Truly? Think nothing of it." Being virtuous and knightly seemed so much easier when a beautiful woman was involved it seemed. Ineptly pushing himself off Sparker the horse sidestepped slightly away from the two as Bolivar looked at the horse curiously. "I suppose you use what you have on hand right?" Pausing slightly before waiting approaching Bolivar gave a nod at the answer. "Still looking for that place to call home? I'm happy to have found mine. First went was in Sultros, then to Syliras, then to Ravok of all places then back to Syliras this season." Reaching down Bolivar check to on the deer's condition. There was still blood being let out. Perhaps it would be better for them to wait for it to bleed out before going any further. Shrugging slightly Bolivar moved to pick up the deer somewhat unsure of how to haul the beast on his horse. Kyra had rope right? "Must be quite the story to be able to make a trader owe you that much." Though Bolivar was still unsure if the blade was made of Isurian steel he knew enough to know it was worth quite a bit. "Perhaps we can share stories on the way back?" Choosing to wait until the deer bled out Bolivar hopped back on Sparker after two slight blundered attempts. Looking away and around them Bolivar's eyes followed movement to his left as Kyra swung her Katana near him and Sparker. The horse rearing up in started as Bolivar was thrown off of his seat. Falling on his back Bolivar shouted out in surprise before looking back at Kyra. Sighing slightly Bolivar was starting to feel more then threatened by the woman's demeanor. "Anything but... whoever you are." Starting up slowly Bolivar watched Kyra wearily brushing off any dirt that was on him. Granted Bolivar was not the best rider but to suddenly cause his horse to panic like that was uncalled for. Bolivar could feel himself getting heated. "I've got a sharppening stone and a cloth for that if you want." Clenching his left hand slightly Bolivar started to consciously emanate his res near his hand wonderingly. "I forgot to ask. What exactly were you doing this far out of the city? Pray tell. What was your name?"

[Kyra]

Kyra smiled as the man shrugged his shoulders, she found it curiously funny. She had noticed that many people did so, and while no one in her family had, it seemed to be popular amongst other humans. The forest witch that she had met, Aello the name was, shrugged her shoulder so much it almost seemed obsessive. She shrugged her own shoulders back at him then, wanting to see if he would make anything out of it before she spoke to answer his question. "I do own a bow..if that is what you mean. But the deer didn't die as I had planned, and so I finished it."

As the squire continued to speak, the young kelvic learned that he was a bit of a traveler, and had even made his way as far as Ravok. She had also noticed the way in which he spoke of her home city, and decided not to mention that she was from there. "I travel, as well, but..I suppose that I am still looking for a place to call home. Though perhaps I have already found it without realizing it." She glanced away to the forest for a moment before she returned her gaze to him. The forest did give her piece of mind, but it was even more dangerous than living inside a city. It was hard choice, but it was Kyra's to make.

She moved with him, when he stepped forward to help her move the deer. He was much taller than she, and Kyra ended up trying to lifted the deers back end higher than her face as they moved towards the horse. She wasn't sure of exactly how they were suppose to move it, save for placing it onto the back of the deer. And so she did, putting her back into it as she lifted her end up high and pushed it onto his horse. Kyra took a breath once she was finished and wiggled her arms to throw off the sting. "It is a rather long story, but it doesn't have a happy ending, or an ending at all really."

The squire seemed the talkative type, but she didn't mind. There were many stories that she knew and wouldn't mind telling, but the story of the katana would have to remain a mystery, at least until she knew that she could trust him. The kelvic was surprised at the horse's sudden lash out towards it's owner as it bucked him off. The girl hadn't meant to spook the mount and was only trying to clean her blade. She watched him stumble to his feet, her head tilted slightly and she could see that his demeanor had changed.

The squire did something then that caught her attention and slightly alarmed her. The clenched fist, the smokey res emanating around his hand. Kyra had witnessed this many times with Clyde when he would practice his magic in front of her. It usually started out the same and always with the strange cloudy res. It was an observation and she couldn't be for certain, but if she was right.. Her lips curved upward and her eyes widen slightly as the thoughts crossed her mind. She didn't bother to answer his question, as she was taken aback by his actions and instead added more of her own. "Are you a mage Squire Bolivar, do you create magic?"

[Bolivar]

Blasted horse. It was skittish just before they met this stranger. What's got it so excited. “No.” Looking up Bolivar curved his eyebrows at Kyra suddenly feeling conscious of himself. It might have been all been in his mind but Bolivar thought Kyra suddenly had a reaction before she asked the penetrating question. “What could possibly make you say that?” Looking slightly away Bolivar tried to keep his mind off the marks on his hands as he messed with his gloves subconsciously. Lying was never the squire's forte. He had done it once in Ravok with a huntress who had a piercing glare. It did not end well. To make things short Bolivar was threatened a few times at bow point to reveal what he truly was. Never again. Bolivar would not let someone coerce something like his djed preferences then and he will not certainly do it now. Making an effort to rub his thumb against his hand Bolivar tried to keep his mind off of his reinmancy trying to shimmer down on his djed being emanated. “What is it to you if I am?” Normally Bolivar was fine with showing what he was even in the hight-strung streets of Syliras but for some reason the mixed blood was guarded with his views. Perhaps it was due to the kelvic did not seem to have tact on this matter.“Not that I'm admitting anything.” Grimacing slightly Bolivar mentally berated himself for his lack of guile on the matter. Normally talkative Bolivar found himself at a lost with what to say. Of course he was completely silent when he saw another person as an enemy but there was no fighting to be seen here. He was just having a conversation with a stranger out near the lake. “Bad things happen when someone tries to force me to tell them.” Shrugging slightly Bolivar could feel his djed forming slightly once more in his hands. “Particularly in Ravok. I met someone who scared me, berated me and overall had a field day with me.” Not particularly looking for pity or sympathy Bolivar tried to repress his res as he felt himself talking once more. “All in all I think I liked it. Which surprised me to say the least.” Recalling the scene it was when the squire first realized he liked flirting with the idea of danger, particularly with a dangerous woman. “Though your not her. So...” Letting the word linger Bolivar tried unsuccessfully to find the word he was looking for. “Forgive me. I should not have lied.” Keeping tabs on Kyra's reaction Bolivar applied a small wind attraction to the djed in his hand. “You have not told me your name yet. That huntress did not bother to tell me hers either. Had I eyes like her I would not need to ask such trivial questions. Your slight nuances would be enough.” Referring to another magic Bolivar tried to recall the stare Aello gave him. It was similar to Kyra's but different in a way. She was much more pleasant to look at and for the moment she wasn't all to focused on threatening or otherwise attacking him. “Have I done something to put you off?” The mixed blood's eyes lingered over at Kyra's weapon once more. Perhaps that was what might have made her guarded? That was such a trivial thing! “It's all right. I'm not your enemy. You don't have to worry about your safety with me. I promise this.” Truth be told Bolivar wanted to test the steel of the marked blade of Izurdin but that would have to be done when he knew the blade's owner better. “You don't mind riding behind me right? A walk back to the city sounds pleasant but slow.” [ooc=ooc]You can assume we ride without much problem if you choose to go that way. Or we can continue talking or whatever else you had in mind/[/ooc

[Kyra]

Kyra had nothing to prove her theory, but she was pretty sure of what she saw. Traveling and training with a mage gave her certain insights into things that she may not understand fully, but enough to where she could spot traits and similarities. From where she stood, it did appear as if the man was preparing to use his magic. The squire denied it and wasn't trusting of her. The kelvic wasn't surprised by this, it was another thing that she had learned about mages...they didn't trust others, or even each other.

"I was only curious..That is why I asked" she stated simply.

But there was something else, his features, they changed slightly from before, and he turned his eyes away from her. He must have been hiding something, the squire seemed skittish and uneasy. There was also the possibility that it was just a coincidence, but she recalled that Clyde hadn't been as forthcoming about his magical abilities either. It was only the fact that Kyra had caught him using it that he had to admit to it.

As the squire continued to talk, she became even more sure that he did know magic, and this peeked her interest. It had been a while since she had last watched a mage performing magical acts, and she did miss it. She was also curious if this man's magic was as powerful as Clyde's or even more powerful. The idea caused her to swoon suddenly as she bit her lip while watching the man before her. He continued to speak and Kyra found his slightly aggressive tone to be humorous. "Why would I want to force you to do anything Squire Bolivar? And..if you must know, I am Kyra."

This man was turning out to be everything she'd imagined a mage would be, judging by what Clyde had told her, and her own knowledge of human behavior. But she still wasn't sure if she was right about him. But she had to know, she wanted to know. Kyra had an idea at the moment, one spurred on by Bolivar's own magic use. Kyra calmed her mind and focused, calling to the djed in her body and summoning it forth into her hands, eyes, and mouth.

She stared directly into the eyes of the squire, an innocent smile forming upon her full lips as she spoke to him. "Magic is an amazing thing, is it not? You can feel it within you, yes? Calling to you, making you want to release it into the world. It is a power unknown to many, and yet, for those who do know of it...it is wonderful..."

The young kelvic sauntered a bit closer to him, her gentle smile still bright and friendly. She moved closer to him and stood at his side to where the forest was in front of them and his horse at their back. "Can you imagine, with just a thought and a act as simple as raising one's hands..the forest could be set a blaze. And all from the will of the magic user. It must be incredible to own such a power, to feel it coursing through your body and calling...I would love to see such a thing. Wouldn't you...?"

"Now...while no one can see?"

Something else that she had learned about mages and that was the fact that they loved using magic. It was a habit of sorts, a need that they had to fulfill. In this stage of her experiments, Kyra was never too sure if her hypnotic suggestions were actually working or not, but she would still try.

[Bolivar]

Bolivar nodded slightly at the woman upon hearing her name. "A fine name indeed." An odd name. One that he has yet to hear but the mixed blood merely shrugged at the thought. Humans did come up with various things the squire has yet to learn. What did it matter if this characteristic applied to their naming? "Well you never know what kind of people you meet out here right?" Suddenly there looked to be a change to the peaceful pace as Kyra pursued the magic issue further. Bolivar found himself grimacing slightly being under close scrutiny by the kelvic's stare. Answering the odd smile with one of his own Bolivar raised an eyebrow in suspicion. Beautiful yes but out of place. Was there something she knew that he didn't? Blinking confused the squire felt himself lulled into a false sense of security as Kyra addressed his possible res use. "I suppose in a way. Though I'm still not sure you and I are not on the same page here." Consciously blinking a few times Bolivar snapped his attention away from Kyra for a moment before addressing her once more. "I am not sure what you want me to say. Wonderful yes. Powerful? In a way. And..." The squire found himself nonplussed as he tried to find a way to try and deflect Kyra's questioning. Mentally taking a step back as Kyra started towards him his body followed a few tics too late as the kelvic was already upon him. Deep breathes followed by an sharp intake of breathe as Bolivar held his the squire knew he could offer little resistance to what Kyra was coercing him to do. His mental strength might have been impressive, his physical strength adequate but if anything the squire was lacking it was heart. "I see that stuff all the time. That however does not sound like me." The kelvic's slight pressure was leading Bolivar to her desired response. Though if she had intended it to be something like this Bolivar did not know. "You would love to see it you say? Alone out here... where no one can see?" Bolivar finally found himself slowly regaining awareness as he lifted up his hands at the woman's request. Bolivar had a mind to show Kyra a few things. Not all of them relating to magic. Calling on the reserves of djed strewn through him ready for use Bolivar looked at his raised arm wonderingly feigning disbelief noticing the forest around them has not suddenly lit up in flames. "So. It doesn't seem like I'm that hot stuff you like." Resting his arm on Kyra's shoulder Bolivar leaned forward to readjust himself so he was slightly leaning on the kelvic. Bated breathe and his face a mixture of emotions Bolivar finally opened his hand downwards emitting his res just out of Kyra's field of vision. Just a simple turn was all it took to see it now. Was he really going to get spurred on by such slight pressure? Readily transmuting his res as it exited his body Bolivar created a light breeze as if from the palms of his hands. Silently watching for Kyra's Bolivar slowly withdrew his hand looking somewhat guarded. "Sorry if that made you uncomfortable. No... I am sorry to say that I don't possess that power which you were so blatantly looking for." A short sigh and shrug accompanied his motion while he still created a light breeze in his hands. "I'm more of a... sweep you off your feet sorta guy." Alluding to the wind reimancy he was obviously doing Bolivar suddenly stopped the small display before clenching his hand into a fist before the kelvic. Closing his eyes for a tic before looking back at Kyra Bolivar transmuted his res enclosed in his fist into another element. Small drops of water fell from Bolivar's clutch before he shook his hand slightly sending drops of water flying all around him. "That and I'm known to get certain people wet." The slight innuendo seemed right for that situation. After all Bolivar felt the sudden urge to impress the lovely Kyra. "Though it does not take a mage to know how to do that. Wanna see for yourself?" A sly smirk came from Bolivar as he looked back at Kyra. His face spoke volumes of how he felt at that moment. Guarded, slightly aroused but most of all curious. "Such views are not of Syliras descent. Rather that comes from somewhere else. Who are you really Kyra?"