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[Gile Askara]

Gile Askara Summer 70 516 Av There is a certain attractiveness to solitude. It's easiest to be oneself when you are alone after all if you cannot remove your mask when alone than have you not become your own mask? Strolling out in the late evening Gile admired the sun as it began to fade into red hues like a great wound in the sky. Syna certainly had many faces and not all of them said she was full of love. Though, who was he to pass judgement on a goddess? Such did Gile walk pondering meaningless thoughts to entertain himself until he arrived at his destination. His destination being the glass beach. When he arrived as per usual it's visage was beautiful to behold the afternoon sun casting reflections of light in ever direction lighting the beach up in a brilliant display of colors. The scene was accompanied by the sound of the ever pleasant waves lapping upon the beach. Never one to appreciate wasting time, even with good scenery Gile began stripping down, revealing his average physic, he was toned but not in the way the Akalak were, nor was he as sun kissed as field workers. Though with that in mind he was not abashed of his body, like he preached to others he said of himself, being beautiful is only half the battle, knowing it is the rest. Smiling in the warm sun Gile stowed his clothing in a small pile before beginning to wade into the water. It had occurred to him that while he lived in a place nearly entirely surrounded by water. he did not in fact know how to swim, he'd never had too.The fact that something so simple had evaded him angered him, it was flaw in himself, a dangerous flaw in himself and he aimed to correct it. Wading until he was chest deep Gile admired the beach from the water with the sun at his back. So? what was he going to do now? Not daring to go deeper until he had a more stable understanding of how one moved in the water he began to walk in in the water, then hop, making small bounds in the water forcing is chest through the water as his feet kicked off of the sand beneath the surf. The water felt good and while the movements were awkward he began to involve his arms as well. when he kicked off the floor he would pull himself with his arms, slowly he began to synchronize the movements until at last he had the little movement down and could "walk" about in the water. He didn't think it was swimming, but it was a start. What more was their to water Gile wondered. Konti move gracefully in it as do those practiced in swimming, but what was the trick. If anything the only real difference he felt when submerged was that he felt lighter. Perhaps that was part of swimming, he could definitely jump higher when in water.

[Zailey]

Zailey was covered from head to toe in dirt and grim. The layers were dry and cracking by the time she was back in town, but they helped control her urge to scratch at the welts that spread over her skin. She had spent some time out in the swamp that day, exploring and seeing if she could find anything that could be used in one of her creations. Since she was still relatively new to the area though, it was mostly unproductive. All she brought back with her was the dirt on her skin and the bug bites that begged to be scratched. With her muscles tight and the sun touching the horizon, it was time to unwind and cool off at the beach. She hadn’t gone to see the glass beach yet, but that evening seemed like the perfect opportunity. Zailey drew the attention and disgust of some men and women who adorned themselves in fine clothes in jewels. They glanced sidelong at her and spoke whispered words from behind hands that hid their mouths. She might have cared more if she wasn’t mesmerized by the sights and sounds that beckoned to her from just ahead. The locals had tried to describe the glass beach to her before, but their words couldn’t have prepared her for the beauty that stretched out before her. A mosaic of colorful glass that bathed in the setting suns warm light, creating subtle rainbows when the waves crashed into the shore. Taking a deep drawn out breath, she was so thankful that she could enjoy the beach even if she wasn’t in the water. After all, she hadn’t been taught even the very basics of swimming. It was her own fault; the idea of deep dark water, and never being sure what could have been right below you, that frightened her. In the distance, down the shoreline, she saw somebody swimming. She wondered how deep the water was over near them, but for privacy sake she kept her distance. Removing her shirt, pants, socks, and boots, Zailey folded them neatly and set them down in a careful stack. Walking to the waters edge, she glanced down the shore line and hoped that whoever was in the water would keep to themselves. She quickly lost interest in the stranger however, when she felt cool water tickle her toes. With how warm the weather had been, the difference in temperature was a bit surprising. Bracing herself, she closed her eyes and held her breath before stepping into the water. Looking down at her feet, she stood only ankle deep. Trying to adjust to the temperature, she wiggled her toes and felt the sand between them. Then she balanced on one foot and swooshing the other right and left. When she was comfortable she went a little deeper. With ever step the water climbed up her legs until the sting of cold water found the sensitive skin on back of her knees. The shock forced a sharp gasp and quiet whine from her lips. With arms pinned rigidly to her sides, and skin raised in prickles from the cold, she tried to walk a little deeper. With the water up to her slender thighs, Zailey could feel the waves gently pushing against her. Feeling a little more confident she took another step, right into a pit somebody had probably dug with their feet some time earlier. Flailing her arms, breath caught in her throat, she tried to catch herself on something, but there was only water so she sinks under the surface... Even though it was, at most, three feet deep. Her hands flapped wildly at the surface of the water, splashing while she tried to regain her footing. Once she did, she burst up out of the water, hair plastered to her face and eyes wide with shock. Gasping for air and coughing a little, she frantically moved the wet strands from her face. Even though she was standing now, she was still unsteady enough for the waves to carry her towards shore so her feet followed the movement backwards. Eventually, when the wave receded, she was sitting in the shallows with the water up to her naval. Looking down, she watched as the current drew a cloud of floating sand away. Letting out a long breath, her eyes moved to the horizon before laying back. Half her body was submerged in water, while the other half rested against wet sand. Loose strands of fiery hair moved with the waves that lapped at her arms and neck. Maybe someday she would learn to swim, but in that moment she was content there on the shore.

[Gile Askara]

Gile Askara

He was not alone in the surf, there were those that enjoyed the scenery as the passed by but Gile kept the water to himself for a good couple chimes before someone else joined him in the water. Watching her warily at first Gile waited to see if she too was swimming, if she was any better than he was he would see if she wouldn't mind sharing her knowledge of swimming. Watching her however quickly informed him that she was just as competent in swimming as he was.

Slowly making his way to her as to not to startle her Gile waved at her from a distance, as he approached however Gile began to feel like the girl was oddly familiar but he couldn't think of where he'd met her before. Gile would approach slowly and carefully, he was already beginning to get a feel for the water, hopping in the water towards her Gile made sure that even when he approached he kept the water up to around his stomach, he didn't mind his own nudity in the dark water but the chance that the girl might kept him in the deeper water. Calling out to her Gile waved and smiled.

"I couldn't help but notice that you are about as keen on water as I am, I figure if you don't mind company, two people who can't swim have a better chance of figuring the art out together than on their own. So whaddya say?"

He kept his greetings short he didn't want to overwhelm the girl especially if she was still recovering from floundering in the surf, he had avoided such a fate so far but he doubted he would enjoy such an experience himself. Staying in his place in the water Gile would let the girl come to him than the other way around, the small lapping waves felt good around him the water wasn't too horribly hot and it felt good to dig his toes in the sand and enjoy the sensations of water washing around his body.

while he waited he let his body bob a little in the surf picking his feet up and testing the buoyancy of his body, he definitely felt lighter in water, or something like it, being in the water was definitely a feeling Gile was beginning to think he could enjoy, just the way you felt free and light in water, in fact, if their was a way he could do a massage submerged, that could be a unique specialty. he'd have to figure it out of course, it'd take some unique equipment, but perhaps that was worth some future research, either way Gile was fairly certain at this point that he liked water. But more than that Gile enjoyed his job and company, so if he could have two of those three knocked out today, then he was going to definitely chalk this day up to a big win.

[Zailey]

Zailey heard the sound of waves splashing, but there were some that were out of sync with the rest. They sounded more like a slosh than a crash, and they didn’t have any rhythm. Besides that, in here experience which was very little, water did not speak with the familiar voice of a man. Curious as to what it could have been, her brows furrowed and she lifted her head off the sand to investigate, propping herself up on elbows. To her surprise, the silhouette from down the shore now had much more clarity as it stood just out from the shore, bare-chested and waving happily, or maybe gleefully. She didn’t have the time to guess, nor did she care, after she realized who it was. A twinge of fear twisting her stomach. Having first laid eyes on the man but a few days ago, and remembering him rather well still, there was no doubt in her mind that it was the kidnapper, Gile, standing waist deep in water before her. It was strange seeing him without his fancy clothes, but that was the least of her worries when she remembered that she too was rather bare. Sitting up quickly, Zailey pulled her knees to her chest and held them tightly. Noticeably flinching when her wounded hand held one of her knees too tightly. With her focus on Gile, she wouldn’t notice when a trail of red trickled down her leg from her hand and bloomed into a transparent red cloud in the water. While the water was refreshing, it had also softened the scab that had formed where Darshans acid had hit. Part of her face was hidden behind her knees, her eyes only peeking over the top of them. She didn’t know what had happened to Yazata after she ran away, defeated, but feared that her fate would be the same or worse if Gile intended on taking advantage of the situation. Or maybe he had different plans, she thought, maybe he was going to try and kill her for causing such trouble. The suns light was quickly disappearing and a few stars could already be seen in the twilight. Slowly the other figures on the beach were leaving, unconsciously abandoning her to the whims of this man. Remembering that the scene was similar when she first saw Gile and Yazata walking down the shoreline, Zailey wondered if he often came to the beach in search of prey. These thoughts ran through her mind while she sat curled in a nervous, self-conscious, ball. What stayed in her mind the most, was the mans anger. She was sensitive to such things and disliked being around those who were quick to it. But he seemed to be in a better mood today. Didn’t he recognize her? After the uproar she had made days prior, she figured the sight of her would bring back the same aggression. He sounded friendly enough when he spoke, inviting her into the water to practice swimming together, but Zailey couldn’t keep from thinking that he was hiding his true intentions. She was a rather paranoid person and quickly jumped the worst possible outcome. Surely, given what she thought she knew about the person already, he would do something despicable. If she was so careless as to let her guard down, he would take the opportunity to drag or push her under the water and drown her then maybe defile her corpse. Yes, it was a grim thought, but she was prone to such things. But if she truly was ordinary enough to be forgotten within a few days she would accept that kindness and hopefully escape the man unscathed. Live to fight another day, as it’s said. She wouldn’t confront him here in solitude, where there were few eyes to witness whatever would happen. “If neither of us knows how to swim, wouldn’t it be better if we had somebody to teach us? Or at least to save us if one of us starts to drown? What if a giant fish decides we look like a good meal and drags us under?” The thought of swimming, blind to what might have lurked nearby, frightened Zailey.

[Gile Askara]

Gile Askara

Looking at girl Gile frowned in concern, not only did it seem that his presence perturbed her but she appeared to be injured slightly as well, seeing the girls wound on her hand was shocking and the wound seemed familiar somehow, but he couldn't quite place it. Though when the girl talked her voice also struck familiar chords with him, she wasn't a client but there were so many people Gile saw each day that placing her among them felt nigh impossible.

What she said however did make him laugh heartily her logic was sound though her fear of being eaten by a giant fish seemed silly to Gile, he'd never heard of anyone being eaten on the beaches of kenash, as for getting someone to teach them to swim, while not a bad idea Gile didn't feel quite like searching out a svefra just to pursue a hobby. Choosing his words carefully he spoke.

"I can't really argue with logic like that learning from someone who knows what they are doing is most definitely a wise path, but I think that learning something on your own is satisfying. Ya know, like sure I could pay for a fine meal, but I bet i'd enjoy it more if I could make it myself. Or... Maybe you could say knowledge is it's own reward. As for getting eaten by a fish, well I can't die today, I don't think Yazata would forgive me if I left him at home by himself."

As he was saying this his eyes traced his own hand in the water and he realized why the girls wound was familiar, it was the same as his own Ravaged skin, looking back to the girl Gile narrowed hos eyes, he did recognize her, she was the wood be hero. Well this was a sticky situation that he wasn't sure how to handle.

"It... seems I do know you, I never forget a pretty face, though I'm happy to see that you aren't trying to kill me this time around. So... I uhm... Hope your boyfriend is not here to try and rend my flesh again."

Keeping his tone light and his smile cordial Gile narrowed his eyes as he scanned the beach for the man that he had seen with the Girl when they'd last met. he wasn't keen on fighting and water was not his element so his best chances is this devolved to violence was to escape. That said if he could solve this politically he would do so. Yazata wasn't here to protect so he only had to worry about himself. Gile didn't know the relationship between the hero and the would be assassin, but accusing her of being his ally would allow him to gauge her reaction and see where her loyalties lied.

[Zailey]

Apparently Zailey had said something humorous, but she couldn’t recall just what it was. Having been nothing but serious so far, she was honestly a little offended that Gile would make fun of her like that. Without even the courtesy to spare her feelings by waiting until she wasn’t around. But did she really expect anything else from him? Trying to hide her face from his eyes, she turned away, letting her own wander down the shore. His laugh reminded her of somebody she had left in Riverfall and caused a dull ache to build in her chest. She couldn’t think about him. Not now. Trying to chase away a memory, she forced her attention back to Gile. It seemed he was oblivious to the annoyance she had felt earlier, but didn’t know if that was normal for him and assumed he was always insensitive and oblivious to how he made people feel. She wanted to ignore him, even with the friendly tone he used, but that could have been dangerous given the situation. With the mention of Yazata, Zailey was at attention and released her knees, curling slender fingers into fists against the wet sand. She might have tried harder to hold her tongue and hide her anger if there was still a reason to, but there was none now that Gile was starting to recall who she was. She had stayed too long, conversing with the detestable Gile, and her chance to escape had disappeared. “Why would she care what happened to you,” she asked quietly, her eyes narrowing. “Is she locked up somewhere, forced to depend on you for food?” Unlike her first encounter with Gile, she didn’t want to attract the attention of anybody else. Hopefully that way he wouldn’t feel the need to call the guards and she wouldn’t have to run. She wasn’t very fast and couldn’t go very far without having to rest. Zaiely was momentarily confused when she thought about what Gile had just said. Surely he was mistaken. There was no way that Yazata, with her porcelain skin and dainty frame, could have been a man. It was something of a relief though. Assuming that the mistaken gender meant Gile hadn’t taken advantage of the poor girl yet. This was no time to debate what was in her pants though. Without Darshan to hide behind, she needed to find a way to defend herself in case he planned on attacking. At least if she failed again, he wouldn’t be there to witness it. She still hadn’t been able to face him after that embarrassing fiasco in the clothing store. "No... he's not my boyfriend,” she began, cheeks tinged red from his accusation. Remembering her failure to snatch Yazata away from Gile, and the mortification she felt while hiding in the darkness of an alley afterwards, her unscathed hand moved to cover her eyes and let out a little whine. “I can’t believe how much I suck,” she exclaimed out loud with eyes shut tight.

[Gile Askara]

Gile Askara

Gile's frown deepened, was the girl dumb, or just pretending to be. Too many things the woman was saying were nonsensical why in the hell would he have Yazata tied up somewhere, I mean, it might be fun for an eveni--- No not the time or place. No this woman was seriously confused, furthermore Yazata was about as female as Gile was and Gile was fairly sure he wasn't delusional. The woman not only seemed to be convinced Gile was a villain of some sort but that he was doing terrible things to Yazata. How the Hell does someone who attacks you one day turn it around into you being the Villain, this was simply beyond belief.

Frowning Gile placed his hands on his hips and looked at the girl opposite him in the surf. He normally kept his cool and even after it had been a couple days the thought of using hypnotism again sickened him a little bit.

"I dunno who you think you are miss, but you had better get your head straight,

One, I ain't some storybook villain that kidnaps people and locks em in dungeons,

two Yazata would cause me no end of trouble if I didn't come home cause I am fully convinced if i leave HIM alone he'd deplete my stocks of lotion and oils

Furthermore, You ain't the hero of this tale, nor am I. You and your damnable partner came in on ME, while i was trying to buy Yazata some new clothes, you two proceeded to turn my hand into something that looks half cooked. and then you ran out.

So, if you followed me here to try and off me you got another thing coming, I ain't done Nuffin wrong, I came here to swim. So.. petch... hell I dunno what te tell ya girly.. If you really wanna believe I'm the villain go ahead. But I ain't Yazata lives with me, and he's just as pretty as the last time you saw em'.

I dunno if you are really beleive what you've been saying or that Rujaro just poisoned your mind against me, But I ain't here looking for a fight lass, you wanna cause trouble get the law on your side and come find me then, otherwise you are gonna have ta kill me here and now, cause life ain't long and I ain't keen on livin lookin over ma shoulder."

With that said Gile stood his ground in the surf, and allowed himself a satisfied huff, he'd said his peace and if he needed to run away chances were good he could do so, unless the girl had an accomplice, he knew that their were people who hated dynasts, and he knew that freeborns that got wrapped up in politics tended to only get half truths, so he'd give her his truths and hope he got hers, the low sun in the sky felt good on his back though, if this was were he was gonna meet his makers, then he couldn't have picked a prettier location for it.

"So whaddya say girl, you here to off me, or you here on some false errand of justice?"

[Zailey]

Gentle waves continued lapping at the shore, caressing Zailey where she sat. Listening to Gile, apparently he was worried that she had brought some unseen threat with her to the beach. He feigned his innocence, or at least insisted that she stop accusing him. Making her wonder if this was just his effort to thwart an attack. Actually, he was making some valid points, but Zailey wasn’t going to give up that easily. Unwilling to admit to anything she accused him of, it seemed he wouldn’t either. His words made her wonder, for a moment, if she might have misjudged the situation, but she wouldn't change her mind without some proof. However, he did manage to coax a stifled chuckle from her. Hiding it behind a cupped hand, she didn’t want to sound like she was entertained, but the image of a gluttonous Yazata running around, slathered in oils and lotions like a young child who had gotten into their mothers supply, was a happy and funny image. Thinking about it, she realized that if Yazata had access to lotions and oils, it was likely Gile was allowing her to walk freely through his house. Her preconceived thoughts of Gile were slowly starting to change. Ether he was telling the truth and Yazata was living comfortably, or Giles home was an inescapable fortress. Maybe she would go check it out for herself, but first she needed to convince him that she was no threat. “Alright. While I still don’t completely believe you, I’ll stop with the accusations until I can see Yazata for myself.” Zailey would hopefully get to see what her gender really was then too. “I know you have no reason to trust me, but I can tell you right now that that Rhyrio you saw earlier, Darshan, isn’t anywhere near here. I’ve been avoiding him since my embarrassing blunder at the clothing shop.” Then she held up her hand, palm facing Gile. “And as you can see, you’re not the only one that was hurt during that confrontation.” The wound still looked fresh and seemed Zailey had done little in way of bandaging or caring for it. Even as she held it up parts of it bled, trailing down her arm. “The only reason I caused you such trouble that day, was because I saw you talking to yourself before taking Yazata from the beach that morning. It looked suspicious to me. And... he... looked distressed from what little I could make out.” She called Yazata a ‘he’, but only in an effort to drop the subject of her gender. It was just something the two would have to disagree with for now. “Rest assured, without my cooking utensils, I’m rather defenseless. And I don’t have anybody else with me. Besides Darshan, I don’t know anybody in this place. I’m a long way from home,” she grimaced with a subtle yet sad smile. “So if you were to kill me here and now nobody would so much as bat an eye.” Rolling forward onto her heels, Zailey stood and waded into the water until it was up to her knees. Standing just a short distance from Gile, she bent at the waist, stuck her hand in the water, and tried to playfully splash him a little. “Did you still want to go swimming?” Standing strait again, one arm crossing her abdomen to wrap slender fingers around an elbow, a tad embarrassed about her exposed flesh. Her damaged hand hanging limply at her side while small drops of red tinted water fell from fingertips.

[Gile Askara]

Gile Askara

Frowning Gile looked the girl over once more, she was quite pretty, and it would definitely be better to let her invade the privacy of his home for a moment rather than have her mistake him for some storybook villain for all time. though the way the girl talked further convinced him that even if she had a pretty face there was a screw loose somewhere in that head of hers, nobody should willingly reveal that they are defenseless. Well, whatever he didn't feel like strangling her in the surf to prove a point.

"Alright girly, you've convinced me, you've convinced me that your aren't harmful just a bit daft. But as things are I'm gonna tell you that what you just said to me could wind up getting you killed, you're about as daft as Yazata, it's better to lie and pray for the bluff than to ever admit weakness. anyway we ain't doin no swimming with you bleeding all over the place, I'll take ya home with me and get that hand bandaged up for you, you'll get to see yazata to, so we might as well head out, That said you owe me a date with the water since you've ruined my chance to swim for the day."

The last part was delivered with a wink and a smile, he'd have to keep an eye on this woman but first things first he needed to get his clothing back and get back home, having the girl get an infection would weigh on his conscience. Walking out of the surf Gile didn't mind the fact that his body was revealed, he'd left his shame behind when he'd chosen his career. Pulling his clothes over his wet body Gile grumbled about not having the time to dry off. After he was dressed he'd look back to his red-haired antagonist.

"You gonna be fine to make it or is that leg of your gonna mean I gotta carry ya?"

He hoped he wouldn't have to, that sounded like a good way to tire himself out even more than the water already had, it was funny Gile noted, how time in the water had already taken a toll on his energy, maybe water was simply good for draining you? It wasn't something to be overly concerned with but it did make him yawn as he looked at the last rays of the glimmering sunset on the beach. if he had any talent for painting that'd be a work of art worth forever keeping on one's mantle. As it was Gile was happy to simply enjoy the moment, the day had taken an odd turn but he was not quite ready to count it as being ruined.