Closed Practice Meet Purrfect (Sheva)

[Meville Brightshade]

The Fifth day of Summer, 513 A.V. There were many perks when it came to living in the Warrens as a place of permanent residence, but today those perks were outweighed by a single nuisance: Jennai had rented out the bedroom adjoining his living area. It was one of the few drawbacks that came from living there. Meville had agreed to allow them to rent out the room when they were full, but for whatever reason the scheduling had had a hiccup and she'd given the man the wrong key. It had definitely made for a good surprise when Meville had, as he normally did, exited his room without a single article of clothing, singing a child's lullaby. Aside from the embarrassed apologies of the other man, Meville found him to be rather agreeable. The problem was that while the man was there, Meville was unable to do his daily exercises and training. It had happened before, and when it did, Meville did what he normally wouldn't do: leave the walls of Avanthal to venture out into the wilderness for some privacy. For the average Vantha, leaving the safety of the walls certainly increased the chances of dangerous occurrences. For Meville, it was at least twice the chance. His more sickly disposition, however well hidden most of the time, was very much a handicap when it came to exposing himself to danger. Usually, he kept himself out of such situations, but dire circumstances called for equally dire responses. He had found a slight valley in the snow a good distance from the wall. The snow around him grabbed at his waist while the drifts farther out created a bowl-like seclusion. Once he was certain there was no one around him, Meville shuffled his way to about the middle of divot whistling a merry tune. When he decided he was in the proper place, Meville moved his right hand up to his lips, biting down just shy of his fingertips. Like removing a glove, he wiggled his head back and fourth to ease the invisible article off of the arm that fell limp at his side. He did that same with his left, and when he finished he closed his eyes and drew in a deep breath. Feeling the astral projections that he had just removed from him physical body, Meville extended his reach to the edges of the snowy "bowl". He took his fingers and ran them along the snow until they met in front a good distance from him. His hands began gathering the snow, packing it and rolling it, larger and larger. Meville's eyes opened, examining the slowly growing snowball at the top of the lip. Once it was twice the size of his head, Meville left it alone, choosing instead to ball up three snowballs. He gathered them in one hand and began to juggle. At first, it was a bit of a rough go as it was always a little difficult to correct for the response distortion that came with his astral limbs being so far removed. After a short while, he had managed to get the timing down so that the three snowballs jumped and dove in the air at the top of the bowl in a happy rhythm. Sweat had begun to drip down the corners of his face from the concentration required. The snowballs began to rise higher and higher, spending more and more time in the air than in his hands. His eyes carefully watched the arc as his tongue pressed against his teeth. One, two, three... One, two, three... And there. He'd switched to one hand. A grin broke out over his face as his left arm took over the juggling while his right sort of hung there. His right hand dashed through the trajectory of the arc, smashing one of the snowballs into a cloud of dust. The remaining two were caught in his left. He let out a sigh as the snow fall back to the ground. His body followed suit. The cool damp of the snow sneaked its way into his clothes, tinging his warm skin. He drew his arms back towards his body, letting the fingers skim the snow as they went. It was then he head a noise. His entire body went rigid before he shot up to his feet, his limp arms swinging through his ethereal ones. It was the crunching of snow, something that sounded loud against the silence of the tundra. Meville wasn't entire sure what to do, or how to respond to it. He considered reattaching his arms, but there was the potential for danger. The only way he could defend himself was through projection. Though he had expended a fair amount of Dhjed, Meville had enough to fight with. What a joke. Meville wasn't a fighter. He used his projection for juggling, not for combat. His heart quickened as his eyes jumped from blank white drift to drift. His astral arms shook with anticipation, while his physical body shook with mostly fear. Whatever it was, he was... as ready as he was ever going to be.

[Sheva]

Sheva had just returned from an unsuccessful hunt, she couldn't seem to track any prey today so eventually she had given up and returned to her human form. After she had gotten dressed she began making her way towards the city of Avanthal, figuring she'd get something to eat at the local tavern. As she strolled calmly through the snow, the white haired kelvic noticed something with her keen eyesight. Not too far away she could see snowballs popping up out of the ground and then falling back down into it, the kelvic tilted her head to the side curiously. With that small bit of curiosity she had been hooked and reeled in as she began to make her way toward the appearingly jumping snow. As Sheva neared the area the snowballs stopped and she could see that they were coming from a bowl like hole in the snow, "Is someone juggling this far out?" she asked herself in confusion. Eventually her white haired head popped up at the edge of the bowl, although it blended in well with the snow so it may not of been noticed. Sheva saw there in the hole a rather cautious looking, handsome young man. The young man had blonde hair and blue eyes and his arms were hanging limply at his sides which was quite peculiar. "Hello, what are you doing so far out?" she said suspiciously although she was also cautious as she stood at the edge of the hole, she wasn't about to let this young man's harmless appearance fool her, her eyes locked on his.

[Meville Brightshade]

The voice of a female slid down the snowy curve of the indent in the white landscape, landing lightly upon Meville's ears. The suspicion in the woman's tones was mirrored in the narrowing of Meville's eyes as he glanced around the rim to spot where the words had come from. While he certainly wasn't about to go about trusting the disembodied voice, Meville was slightly more inclined to address his rather ridiculous looking stance. The woman was, more than likely, a humanoid blessed with some form of intelligence, thus she most likely found his mostly tense body sans arms to be a suspicious sight indeed. Without doing his customary gestures of pulling on a glove, Meville eased his ethereal arms back onto his physical ones, wincing slightly as he felt a slight nip in his right shoulder. As he was in the process of regaining his physical range of motion, Meville finally landed upon the source of what had startled him in the first place. The main reason it had taken him what seemed like ages to locate her was due to her startlingly bright white hair that blended seamlessly with her stark surroundings. It certainly made for good natural camouflage. Now that he had spotted her, Meville allowed a cautious smile to creep into the corners of his mouth. He wasn't sure whether to speak Vani or Common. He barely even remembered what she had said, as in his panic, he hadn't really taken much time to decide what language the words were in, just that they were there. Squinting slightly against the bright glare of the sun dancing off of the snowy crystals around her, Meville decided to try out Common. He was much more able to speak in an intelligent manner in that language, after all. "Hallo!" His volume was a bit high for the relative silence of his surroundings. He grimaced at the sound of his own voice before trying once more, a bit quieter this time. "I thought I might get a little privacy by choosing to take a bit of a detour." He gave the woman a pleasant shrug. "I guess I didn't go far enough!" Meville chuckled slightly to himself, more out of feeling slightly relieved that she hadn't tried to remove his head from his shoulders rather than any kind of actual humor. There was, of course, the question of why she was so far from the protections of the wall, but Meville felt it best to avoid the subjects he didn't feel much like answering. "It's a lovely day though, don't you think? Everything is especially... white today."