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Built into the cliffs overlooking the Suvan Sea, Riverfall resides on the edge of grasslands of Cyphrus where the Bluevein River plunges off the plain and cascades down to the inland sea below. Home of the Akalak, Riverfall is a self-supporting city populated by devoted warriors. [Riverfall Codex]

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Awkward Moments [From Sanctuary (Anyone can jump in)]

Postby Ferrin on January 7th, 2011, 2:22 am

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Day 36, Winter, 510 AV

Ferrin watched carefully as the Konti moved, silver eyes alert and focused, brows knit to further display his avid awareness. Yet another slow, deep breath filled his lungs, carrying with it the smell of fodder and beasts; so typical of a stable. The two remained alone and there had been no official greeting from any worker. Frustration encroached on the Akalak's mind, testing his forced calm. He was here for knowledge. Possibly supplies.
Not for small talk and mediocre socializing.

When the girl spoke he remained silent for a good while, though only because he hadn't a clue what to do with her. She'd given a name and asked for his. A generic greeting. Was there a point to this? Would it even lead anywhere? Did he really care? Was it worth trying?

But it must have been.
Ferrin cleared his throat and gave a nod to Nuavi, arms crossed in an introverted posture over the expanse of his chest.
"Ferrin. You are a Konti, I see. Are you here for... any specific reason? You don't look familiar."
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Postby Nuavi on January 7th, 2011, 2:43 am

Day 36, Winter, 510 AV

It was too easy; poor Ferrin. Nuavi knew it would be horrible to smile at his expense, but was it so bad if he didn't know it? Did he realize how obviously nerve-wracked he was, clearing his throat like a grown man caught with his hand in the proverbial cookie jar, nodding, fidgeting with his arms only to cross them seemingly protectively over himself. Defensive. Defending, against whom-- her?

Nuavi deliberately unfolded her arms in response, allowing them to dangle at her sides as she would in the seas, when she would let the currents take her. Perhaps in underscoring her smallness of stature she might offset some of this agitation, as though the man expected her to bare fangs and lunge for his throat. Oh, it was hard not to laugh. She did manage a restrained smile, head tilted to allow pale violets to peer up at his odd silvers from beneath a curtain of windblown white.

"I just arrived in Riverfall, actually," she finally answered, thoughts tangled with impressions of his emotion, standoffish and yet, curiously, inextricably tangled in the gossamer connections people create between each other. Frustration and-- sadness. Flickers of a mad need to break free, coals of fear smoldering in its wake. She found herself touching her lips, eyes glazed as she stood feeling a man she should have been speaking to.

"Ah--" she wasn't comfortable explaining The Call to such a convoluted soul as Ferrin's, so she decided to misunderstand the question, "I'm here to stable my horse and resupply. I might stay in the city," she added, perhaps as much to invite him along as to experiment with what the idea might do to his emotions. She liked him, she realized; she found his behavior, while surprising at first, to be oddly endearing once she felt and understood it. He was young, she could tell; on the cusp of adulthood and, by the looks of it, none too pleased with the view.
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Postby Ferrin on January 7th, 2011, 3:21 am

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Day 36, Winter, 510 AV

Surely, she was mad. Ferrin eyed the bizarre stare he was currently given, matched too eerily with a misplaced smile. It was like a porcelain doll, watching him with unblinking eyes as he contemplated whether the thing was possessed. And so this particular one was. Skin crawled and the corner of his mouth turned up, nose wrinkling as the Akalak met the woman's gaze. He knew little of her kind aside from their birthing capacity, and even that was a wonder. An all female species and an all male species. How fitting that the two would combine so well.

A gods given curse, as far as Ferrin was concerned. The sound of a low grunt rose from the depths of his throat, and he tapped the meaty rise of a bicep with the nearest finger, suspicion clearly evident on sharply chiseled features. Stabling her horse, was she? And then what? Why would she come here? Why stay in a city that bore little interest for her, aside from her nethers? Was she desperate for a child? Had the Konti similar cultural requirements to the Akalak? For a moment Ferrin wished he'd learned more of her kind.
Only for a moment.

The smell of the ocean seemed to accompany her, though he wasn't sure if it was just a play of his mind. Outside the echo of water kept on like it always did, surely lulling the few children of the population to sleep. Waterfalls. The ebb of time and being around them had destroyed much of the beauty for Ferrin.

It had taken some time before he realized his thoughts had strayed, and a start of awareness shook him. Eyes blinked, large and almond shaped, beneath dirty, sticky hair that was in desperate need for cleaning.
"I... see. You're not here looking for a man, then? Because I would find it surprising to see a woman come in here, single, and later leave the same way. It is very uncommon. Where were you originally headed?"
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Postby Nuavi on January 7th, 2011, 3:44 am

The suspicion stung. She winced, swallowing the stuff as it trickled hotly over the casing of her mind, empathetic tendrils cringing backwards into themselves-- yet never fully retreating. How could she, when this man was in such desperate need of compassion? Ferrin. She knew his name, knew these ghosts of his anguish, had glimpsed the core of them. Already the threads of connection had braided, twining, thickening to become whatever they would be over the course of her time here. The Call had intended this, and she would follow it.

Nuavi realized he was too smart to continue to mislead. She would have to be direct with him, to trust him a little with this most tender of admissions. One did not tend to discuss one's Call lightly, particularly with foreign races. One could not expect others to understand what it meant to be so completely compelled with every fibre of one's being to fulfill a task, immaterial, built of the soul without such tangibly comforting things as written invitations. She had been Called, and that was all.

But how to impress this upon a stubborn Akalak?

His suspicion was too intense. Like a flame to a flower, she began to wilt beneath it. Nuavi turned away and sought respite in the view offered by the windows. "I was Called here," she began, unsure whether she could confirm or deny the idea that she had also come looking for a lover. "I left my home in Mura to follow it, and it lead me to Riverfall. I know of your kind, Akalak, and that our races often draw contracts for children. But I do not believe that is why I am here," she finished with a sigh, too aware of how fragile and ludicrous the story must sound to an outsider. It sounded like a bad lie.

"I wish I knew more," Nuavi offered, glancing at Ferrin sidelong through a thin wisp of white. Anything to get him to believe her. Mistrust was difficult to endure.
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Postby Ferrin on January 7th, 2011, 4:19 am

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Day 36, Winter, 510 AV

Whatever was going on in Nuavi's mind, he had no idea. She seemed strange and almost reactive, yet what she reacted to, he could not see. For a fleeting moment he wondered if she was afraid of him, yet the shift in her posture and the calm, delicate pattern of movement suggested otherwise. Ferrin was at a loss for words, watching her movement, observing her features as she spoke. He did not know of the calling, let alone of her abilities. Within there stirred the hunter instinct of the Beast, ephemeral lips licked and blackened teeth bared. She reminded it of a pristine white rabbit, waiting to be ravaged and slaughtered. Played with. Toyed with.

"What are you talking about? Fate? Destiny? Is it common for your kind to believe in such things? Hmn." He turned to follow her movement with his gaze, feet stepping slowly towards the door. Perhaps she'd lost her mind to the wilderness during her travels. If all of her race were this way, he doubted he could handle one long enough to produce a child. It unnerved him. So serene, somehow acting as if aware of where their lives would lead. No.
Such things were merely legend. Myths, stories spun by dreamers.

The Akalak fought to survive. They had no time for a philosophers yearnings. Not the proud. Not the strong. Not the best. Only the weak took to foolish ideology, and he would not succumb, no matter the beauty of that which stood before him. Thoughts raced and he made a single attempt to change the subject.
"Well, I have come here to learn of horses. If you are unable to train me, and the individual who runs this business is not available, then I will seek assistance elsewhere."
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Postby Nuavi on January 7th, 2011, 5:07 am

No, not fate. Not destiny. Those things didn't exist. She agreed with him on that, yet the force of his disbelief was too paralyzing to show him the connection. It was accusation. It seemed regardless of her actions Ferrin would expect her to hurt him, a fact Nuavi never had to tolerate before. The Akalak's expectations were indicative of his suffering-- but should she try to mend that now?

Would it be wrong to reach into him and show him what she saw? Would she do it for her own selfish need to be understood for her true intentions, and not branded a loony and a liar? Or would she do it truly for his sake? She never wanted to hurt him, or anyone. Would he believe her if she showed him what she knew of the foundation of his mind? Would he forgive her the pain that would cause-- and would it matter?

The Konti stood there silently regarding the window, view misted by locks of white hair. She drew her arms around herself, white nails on white linen, tunic folds emphasizing a narrow frame. Anticipatory, bracing for the emotional reactivity. Would it be right to show him someone understood?

"If no one here can teach you what you wish to learn, Ferrin," she asked with deliberate calm, body vibrating with empathic energy, like a surgeon about to incise the watching eye of her patient, "will your father teach you instead?"

For in the flashes of suspicion crept a dark hate from the depths of that psyche, the fire of a boy crushed by the burden of his world. His father. Nuavi had glimpsed it again, long enough to understand the meaning. She didn't mean to use it against him. But if he could not understand The Call, how could he begin to understand her gift unless she demonstrated it? Somehow, it was important that Ferrin, this sad, stubborn, impassioned Akalak, understand that much. The burn behind her ribs commanded it.
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Postby Kavala on January 7th, 2011, 1:59 pm

ImageIt was an oddity for certain that while on the veranda out back overlooking the inner courtyard of the stable, Kavala felt the mood of Sanctuary change. There was always an overlying peace to the place, one that tended to calm and sooth. It was a rare place that could act as two things so inherantly that seperating out where one began and the other ended became near impossible, but that's what Sanctuary was. It was first and foremost a healing center, a place for animals and kelvics to take their rest and be treated with the care an dignity other clinics designed for more sentient creatures offered.

Along with being a healing center, Sanctuary was a boarding breeding and training stables for horses. Raiha also kept a mews for raptors overlooking the courtyard so the place sheltered far more than horses. On any given day kelvics wearing foxskin, bearskin, feathers, and cheetah spots roamed the grounds. Most of them were male, sheltered from otherwise dangerous and unsavory work in mines. Two Konti sisters, one Akontak, a scattering of Akalak, and assorted kelvics also called it home.

So when the mood changed, Kavala went to immediately go find out why. She passed through the inner doors of the examination room and out into the waiting room that was also considered something of a reception area. There were large comfortable seats to wait on while patients were worked on, and one solid wall was painted in a mural of sea and sky meant to mimic the Sea of Grass. Kavala was very quiet, but she needn't have bothered. An Akalak and a Konti were making free use of her reception area and deep into discussion.

Kavala studied them both intently. They were so focused on each other that it barely left room for a grand, or perhaps in her case not so grand, entrance. The situation suited Kavala just fine. She felt the shift in energy and the change in atmosphere as quickly as it happened and knew they had visitors. She just hadn't expected two, nor both to be so vastly different.

The healer watched both cautiously, especially the Akalak. The Konti was no threat, not if she stuck to the nature of her whole race. She was perhaps more polite than she ought to be given the nature of the Akalaks, but Kavala could give her some private pointers on dealing with them in particular later. She looked fresh off the Island, which amazed Kavala that she'd made it this far unscathed. Riverfall was a considerable distance from Mura, and that in itself was a task not to be underestimated. It told Kavala that the younger woman was resilient or very very lucky. Each trait was admirable and useful in their own way.

But the Akalak was another story altogether. He looked like he'd been on the road too long because there was a certain feralness about him that drew her other gift. Kavala had no talent with people. They were as dark to her as the night. Instead, animal emotions and bestial mindsets were where her talent lay. Looking at the AKalak she knew before to very long he'd be forced to wear tattoo's on his face and call himself Cerulean without some serious help. It was what happened to all the Akalak that didn't allow their second souls to naturally develop and come forth normally as equal partners to their already forward brothers. She could sense the bestial nature of the Akalak's second soul which was not a good thing at all at all if it set off her inner sight which was geared towards animals not men.

Not sure how he would react or if he would at all, Kavala did the first thing that came to mind. She quietly crowded his space without saying a word and simply let him respond rather than pick the wrong greeting and set him off. She'd already witnessed him use a similar tactic on the other Konti, letting her respond rather than opting to initiate any social niceties. Kavala knew Akalak males and had dealt with some of the nastier ones throughout her stay here in Riverfall. She wasn't sure if this one would react immediately or in what form that reaction would come, but it was a good first test to see if he'd be safe enough to keep around her facility if he did indeed want instruction as she'd overheard him saying. And truth be told, it was the same method she used in dealing with stallions of dubious nature: present them with a scenario and let them react to test character.

And so, almost silently, the konti stepped forward. What both would see was a lithe woman dressed in a sleeveless white tunic, black leather combat pants, a wide black belt, matching boots, and a weapons harness that stretched across her torso. Knives hung from the harness as well as a dagger from her belt. There was a belt pouch that looked like it held almost anything as well. Her hair would be pulled back, like a child's, to spill down her back like a wave of white silk impatiently cast aside.

Unlike the younger Konti, her skin was not flawless. Its markings weren't noticeable immediately until one looked really close. Her skin was etched, as if by the finest of knives in what would have to be an incredibly painful experience. It gave her a slightly unreal appearance, especially to the trained eye. Someone who knew daggers and knew what they could do would understand that this Konti had been carved up most likely forcefully. She wore a thick bracelet on her wrist, an Undanus, that denoted she was one of the breeders the Akalak kept on hand to service their reproductive needs. But otherwise there was a quiet fierceness to her that seemed to radiate stoic determination and a sense of 'I'm in charge' that left no question she either worked here or was otherwise someone of note.

Kavala, however, didn't look afraid. She didn't even look particularly annoyed. Instead, Kavala looked patient, as if she could stand there all day quietly without notice. She let them both talk while she waited. Sooner or later one of them would notice her and then she'd quietly interrupt at that point though not before.

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Postby Ferrin on January 7th, 2011, 5:35 pm

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Day 36, Winter, 510 AV

The temptation to retreat had been steadily filtering through the caverns of his mind, framed by whispers of, yes, accusation. There was no enchantment in these moments of uncomfortable silence, no want to understand the strangeness of another kind. The pale female at the window was statuesque and secretive, and the awareness that something was being held back prickled the Akalak's senses. He was not gifted like the Konti, and he did not comprehend the invasion of his heart, whatever alien tendrils of psyche that probed it. Ferrin only knew that something was amiss, and his instinct told him to get away.

So much of his time was spent outside social congregations, picking through the nearby woods and climbing rocky cliffs to find alcoves of silence. His little places, homes away from home. Were it not for the innate need to be part of society-- as was with most sentient creatures-- he would have left it all a long time ago. Set out and seek the refuge of quiet in order to cope with what lived within his own mind. But there was never time for this. Never time to confront and test the boundaries of inner control.

Standing in silent consideration, Ferrin listened to Nuavi speak, and for every word he swore his blood pounded and heart sped up just a little more. It was to him as if the sound of the beat filled the room, echoing off walls to announce his reaction. Sorrow melded to anger, and anger stemmed, fueled by a sense of violation and hostility. His gut told him she knew more than she was letting on. That it was more than coincidence hanging between them. Lips twitched, and he found himself unable to find a response.

But the quiet was broken by the slight sound of movement. Feet across floors, barely noticeable. It was a desperately wanted interruption. Silver eyes flicked their attention to the seemingly calm woman who came into view, and his chest swelled with a sense of relief. Anger subsided and eased away, yet the curious nature of Nuavi's question would surely be on his mind for some time. He would address it when it came.

Chin lifted in some semblance of regaining his pride, Ferrin addressed the newly come woman with perhaps a bit more aggression than necessary. His voice, low in tone and a touch raspy, belted from his throat and filled the room.
"I've come to request horse training. I have a leopardbred recently given to me and I have a long journey to set out on within a week's time. I need to know the best means of riding and handling the animal."

It might have been a bit too demanding. Unsure, he settled to add on a bit of politeness, in hopes it would tone down his request.
"If you work here, I would appreciate the assistance, and I can pay for it." The last thing he needed was to ruin his chances of training at one of the few places available to do so. His horse was outside and meandering the nearby pastures, completely unaware of what was taking place indoors. It was a young and healthy creature, fully capable of handling the task, but what use would it be if he didn't know how to ride it, and in particular, through the kind of terrain they would be traversing?
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Postby Nuavi on January 7th, 2011, 8:31 pm

That she had failed to sense one of her own before the Konti woman entered the reception room was a point of concern, one which she was spared mulling the implications of as Ferrin seized the opportunity to change the subject. So much the wounded beast, was he; Nuavi regarded him with quiet compassion, bordering upon what one might call pity. Impulse wanted to quell the fire, soothe and heal, but reality reminded her she hadn't the slightest idea how. He was the first Akalak she had been able to speak with personally, and perhaps this anguished passion was simply part of who they were.

What tragic things they might be.

The stoic calm of the fellow Konti became a wellspring of support, Nuavi eager to take comfort in the presence of something familiar. It would be difficult to accept tragedy written in the blood of a race, inescapable. She wasn't sure she could do it. Pale violets scanned the form of the woman around the indigo hulk of the Akalak, pained by a strong bout of nostalgia and, dare she admit it, homesickness. So like her mother this woman seemed, serene in her solidity, that it was difficult not to respond to her as such. Nuavi wanted to embrace her, but had learned over the course of her long journey from Mura that not all Konti abroad were of similar mind.

So she kept her distance, trying to catch the eye of the woman as Ferrin made his gruff demands, scrabbling, as though trying to save face while simultaneously ignoring what he was trying to save face about.

Nuavi's heart ached because his ached.

These cruel gossamer connections, sticky as spiderweb and twice as deadly. She felt the restlessness of her horse tethered in the courtyard, and for a delicate moment considered flight.

But The Call.

Ghostly smoke of golden intention writhed in the atmosphere, thickening it to resemble a kind of psychic swamp, tendrils arcing in sharp bends to twine those present somehow, inextricably, together. Flutters of imagery flashed in her mind's eye like so many monochrome wings of a butterfly, each beat a new scene molten as they traversed the barrier between the conscious and the subconscious. Visions which made her fingers twitch for charcoal smeared themselves along the inside of her eyelids, on the verge of clarity.

Something about the motives of these souls clustered ignited the whispers of premonition. The cogs of intention clicked into place to grind them closer to a future she was being offered glimpses of.

It was little more than blades and blood and indigo. The shriek of horses, shadows tearing over hilly seas of grass. A woman's voice, high and commanding, interrupted by the gurgle of innards. A thin wrist gripped by a thick, possessive bracelet. The murmur of scales over dirt.

"If you could board my horse," Nuavi said suddenly, unaware of the time lapsed between Ferrin's words and her own, "I can pay for that, too, as well as any training in horsemanship you have to offer." She hadn't intended to train with Ravnoth further-- indeed, she fully expected to sell him if her journey kept her here in Riverfall-- but an instinct formed the words and dropped them from her tongue, so strong she couldn't think to argue.

She didn't look at Ferrin, aware he would likely be incensed at the thought of sharing a trainer. Instead, she searched for the level gaze of the Konti woman, as eager as one seeking oasis in a desert.
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Postby Kavala on January 7th, 2011, 9:37 pm

ImageKavala met Ferrin's gaze and nodded. "Yes, I can teach both of you what you need to know." At that point, she wasn't talking bout the Konti though. She was talking of the Akalak as if he were two not just one. "I'll need to see the horse and if he is suited to you as well. What sort of terrain will you be riding through?" Kavala asked, having a noted lack of experience with Leopardbreds but knowing they were rumored to handle jungle well. It would be nice to see such a creature around Sanctuary and see how well it did with the resident leopards, if one could count jaguar and cheetah as such. They were notorious watchdogs when it came to big cats so the ensuing interaction should be interesting.

"You are late, you know." Kavala said suddenly, almost out of the blue. Her voice sounded surprised, even to herself. "All three of you." She turned, including the Konti finally in her statement. Kavala didn't know why, but she was certain of it. They were late and they were supposed to be here. All of them.

Kavala didn't say anything else on the subject though, not at that moment. She turned to the Konti, offered her a slight smile, and nodded. "Of course. It's a single silver a day to board which doubles to two silver a day if you want full care. We'll turn out, bring in, provide food, blankets, water and even exercise as full care. On the cheaper scale you provide the food but we give shelter and water. If your horse becomes a permanent resident the cost goes down significantly but we claim rights to breed depending on the horse, its breed, and of course whether its a mare or stallion." Kavala said, always on the lookout for new blood to infuse her horses with.

"The training I'll gladly give you both either together or separately and you can pay me what you think you've gotten out of it at the end. I work horses here daily, some that are just starting out, and often add riders to them on a voluntary basis to move the horse on in its training. I teach members of the community to ride this way free of charge because I often treat the riders with my very young newly broke horses as just another added piece of tack."
Kavala said thoughtfully. "If we primarily use your horse, I'll expect a trainers fee of some sort because your animal will leave here knowing more than it did when it came through my gates. I promise you this. And if they have any issues, either health wise or mentally, we'll work on those too." She said thoughtfully.

Kavala didn't have a lot of pride, but she did know horses and how they thought. She'd worked with them most of her life. So she was confident in offering the Akalak and the Konti as much as she did. "Payment can always be taken in trade as well. Skills per skills or help around the stable. We're a medical facility too for animals, so even a little time volunteering to clean the kennels or mews more than makes up for what you might feel a lesson is worth." The woman said, moving to lean a hip against the wall in the reception area.

"If you'll bring them both around back, I'll go meet you and open the gates and give you a quick tour of the stables. Most of our work goes on in the courtyard that isn't visible from the outside." The konti healer said, looking thoughtful. She stretched, seemed to pause to see if either of them had any questions or comments, and then hesitated yet again.

"We're more than we seem here. I hope you'll stay long enough to understand that. I've been... waiting for.... " She shook her head, seemed to change her mind from speaking, and glanced back through what appeared to be an examination room out onto a lush veranda. "The undercurrents here are thick. I'm not sure if you two have some problem with each other or not. But... you should work it out. Horses feel such things acutely. It will be hard to learn with things being uneasy." Kavala said softly, glanced once at the woman and once more at the Akalak. Neither had given her their name. Kavala had the feeling, the distinct feeling, that they were covering last things first and first things last.

"My name is Kavala. I'll meet you at the gate."
Let them think about that, about the things she'd said. If they had questions, she'd answer them out back, in the more familiar confines of the courtyard rather than in the tense confines of the clinic. And with that she was gone much like she came, abruptly and quietly.

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  • Kavala a Master Teacher. Students she is teaching in thread can earn more than the maxium 5 XP per thread.
  • This pc has a Konti Gift of Animal Empathy. She has a superpower from a Riverfall city event that allows animals of all sorts and Kelvics (in kelvic form) to speak clear understandable Common around her.
  • Kavala is a Konti but was raised in the Drykas culture so her accent is entirely Pavi though she can speak Common, Pavi, and Tukant well. She's only conversational in Kontinese.
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