[Takula Outpost] Mizahar Breathes (Lavia)

[Azurk]

From somewhere outside, the distant sound of wood smacking against wood could be heard. Azurk watched Lavia swivel her legs off of his bed and assumed the noise was just someone doing routine training. The woman's skin was spectacularly smooth, and Azurk realized the roughness of his breeches again. In fact, Lavia may not have been wearing anything, but Azurk was donning little more: the leggings were all that covered him up. She asked for more nourishment, and Azurk nodded, heading back toward his chest. He retrieved a package of wrapped hard tack biscuits. He sighed lightly, knowing that the nearly non-perishable bread did not offer much in the way of taste, but having not taken the initiative to stock up on food lately, he had nothing more to give. Usually, he ate meals closer to the center of the Takula Outpost. However, he did remember finding an apple the day previous--on a most curious, lone apple tree in the grasslands. Fruits were not something Azurk often enjoyed, as they were not the most common staples of an Akalak diet, but he believed he owed in to Lavia, who had been most forgiving of his actions against her. He opened his pack, which was also in the chest, and removed the apple. He brought the red fruit and a thin biscuit back to Lavia and presented them to her. She had been speaking as he searched, of the Bluevein River and the beauty of Riverfall in the spring. Her eyes were closed as he returned. "The flowers so... and healthy, and the... carries you in such a... way." Azurk did not disturb her, and instead put her food onto the bed beside her. He stood up and looked down on her from his lofty height again, and she was incredibly small. She went on. "A world like yours. A place like this, hidden behind these tall walls can not be as dangerous as you say. ..., yes. But from what you have shown, even the most... of behaviors can be..." He was not entirely sure of what she had said last, but intrigued by her talkative personality, Azurk listened, turning the chair in the center of the room to face her and sitting in it. He observed her beauty and scolded himself for not having done more to protect her from Kalik. She raised her eyes to meet his, and his face was still frozen, though it was clear she had his attention. "You do not speak much. My own... once more. I shouldn't run my mouth so much. It runs like water at times. I apologize." She lowered her gaze to the floor, and after admiring her for a few seconds more, he followed her line of sight. He did not know what she was looking at, if anything. For a while, there was silence, and Azurk thought until he was ready to speak, and when he did, he did so with a deep and level tone. "I have been to the Bluevein. I have touched it in Riverfall and swam it in the grasslands. There I went yesterday." He paused. Lavia had said much. "I found apple," he motioned to the fruit he had given her, "ripe from Spring." Ever so slightly, he smiled, thinking of the vernal season and feeling accomplished to have made a sliver of a connection in conversation. Small talk. The smile vanished quickly, and he did not know what to say about her other words. He had harmed this lady and she clearly did not know the mark of the Cerulean, and as much as it disappointed him to ward her away from himself, he knew that it was right to counsel her. These tattoos," he waved his hand over the patterns on his face, "mean I am dangerous. You must be careful around marked-face. Elder Council use marked-face as to warn." He sat back in the chair, and now he felt as though he had nothing to look and. He brought his scored left hand to his mouth and rubbed the back of his thumb against his teeth, looking out the window in humiliation.

[Lavia]

Her attention was taken by nothing more than the soft creaking noise from the floorboards, as Azurk made his way around the cottage, fetching any food he could. With the amount of silence that followed after her last words, she felt she had completely over done herself. She found the idea of getting to know another person riveting. Learning the difference between herself and the other, finding out their flaws and then discovering the better shades of their character. -but it seemed to her, that conversation was something this Akalak didn't care much for. She was just about to speak again, until she heard the rough, deep tone speak out. Her eyes rose up from the floor too his, instantly and with surprise. "I have been to the Bluevein. I have touched it in Riverfall and swam it in the grasslands. There I went yesterday. I found apple," he motioned to the fruit he had given her, "ripe from Spring." With being lost in her own thoughts, she hadn't realized she neglected the food that had actually been placed at her side. She turned her head to observe the red apple, its skin not having the slightest bit of bruising, and a thin biscuit. She reached for the apple, her taste buds longing for it more than the thin bread. With her other hand she got a grasp on the sheet that was covering her body, and used a bit of it to gently polish the apple. The dull red fruits coat began to gradually change, becoming more polished and lustrous to the sight. Even so, it would still taste the same. Once she finished polishing the apple, she brought the fruit to her lips, letting her teeth sink in with great delight. Sweet and delectable, not so much like the green fruit of its kind. Her eyes closed with every bite only opening as she began to chew. With every swallow, was a gentle and faint sigh of joy that followed after. She was just a couple of bites through the apple, when she looked up to Azurk to observe a smile she must have missed only by few seconds. She watched as the corner of his lips slowly retreated, his lips now pursed in to a neutral expression. She watched his face, the detail of every wrinkle to his nose, the movement of his jaw, the scarred guise within his eyes. "These tattoos," he waved his hand over the patterns on his face, "mean I am dangerous. You must be careful around marked-face. Elder Council use marked-face as to warn." With nothing more said, he leaned his back against the chair and turned his sight to the window, his hand near his mouth. Lavia watched his emotions shine through his reaction to his own words, and was overwhelmed with compassion. There was sympathy in it all. She brought the apple away from her mouth and set it to her side where he once placed it, as she leaned forward, scooting her rear much closer to the edge of the bed until her balance and posture was supported by the strength of her legs. Her arms were long enough to be able to reach towards him, and with only a little bit of effort in reaching, she placed the blood stained palm of her hand on to his, pulling it away from his mouth as much as he would allow her to. She wasn't hesitant or afraid of getting too close to this Akalak, despite his words of warning and his endeavor to instill a bit of fear in to her. She ducked her head just a bit, and tilted it slightly to look up to his features, and hopefully grasp a glimpse of his worried eyes. Nothing is as strong as gentleness. "What is it that you hold, and refuse to let go.." a whisper, that could hardly be heard, but not impossible to catch. Her eyes pulled away from the direction of his face, as she looked much closer to his massive hand, being held by the fingertips of her own. The scratches and gashes along his wrist and hand weren't sever, but it still caught her attention. How could it have slipped her mind that there were still wounds needed to heal, that she inflicted. She released the slight grip she had on his hand, her attention turning to the noise coming from beyond his cottage door. It was distant, but not as far off as it once was. She rose an eyebrow, listening in just as much as she could to try and predict exactly what was making the noise. It seemed the noise was increasing, then again it could have been because of her heightened hearing. People. Other Akalaks. Other Ceruleans. "Will they come here?" she asked, the concern felt through her tone.

[Azurk]

Azurk was taken aback when Lavia placed her hand on his own, pulling it away from his face. He watched her, frowning slightly, though only in curiosity, until she truly leaned in and tried to look directly into his eyes, as if there were something to be found in them. Azurk pressed his back straight against the seat, feeling as though she had encroached on his personal bubble, which was important to him, as a reclusive being. When he connected with her golden eyes again, however, he saw that she intruded only as a friendly and radiant thing. His posture was stiff, but he did not further attempt to distance himself or push her away. "What is it that you hold, and refuse to let go?" Azurk was puzzled by the inquiry. She spoke very softly, and she sounded like a piece of his own thought. His mind would not venture to answer the question. He experienced only a few flashes of memory: to the days of his triumphs, such as his Rite of trial; to the incessently vexing Rite of Manhood once again; and to the time of his failure, in the Gideon Combat Arena, where he was punished for his crimes--no, for the crimes of Kalik, that he did not prevent. Perhaps there was no answer to what Lavia posed. She was focused on his hand now, which she held in her fingers. Her touch was tender, and Azurk nearly disliked that it tingled his veins and warmed his chest. But when Lavia let go, the heat was dispelled, and he had not felt enough. "Will they come here?" Lavia seemed to be referring to the noise resounding beyond the cottage walls. Azurk had not realized that it was apparently closing in on his home. The sound was the same as it had been: like the whack of a stick upon another hard surface. Had it been someone training, they probably would not hae been moving around so much. Calmly, as to not worry the Kelvic, Azurk stood up and approached his window. He peered out, but discovered not the source of the racket. Snap. It was rather loud now, as if just outside. He kept watch, and just a few seconds later he saw a very blue-skinned Akalak, Cerulean-marked (though the latter feature was unsurprising in Takula Outpost), and as best as Azurk could make out, it was one he knew to be named Artun. Artun was holding a pair of long sticks--bo staves, maybe. He had them crossed over one another, and as he approached the home that was across from Azurk's, he smacked the side of it with one staff and then with the other. He seemed to be doing nothing more than hitting buildings with sticks. Unusual. It was strange, but strange behavior often meant that the head was not level. Perhaps his darker soul was in control. "It is other Cerulean," Azurk said, lingering at the window for a moment before turning back to Lavia. "Sometimes they will come here," he pointed to his door, "knock loudly; want fight." He saw that she had not yet finished her food. He did not want the other Cerulean at his doorstep; they had been known to force entry on occasion. And if Azurk were thrust into combat, that would surely awaken Kalik. "Can you fly now?" Azurk asked. He began to feel the need to get her out of Takula's high walls. Later in the day, Cerulean tended to return from training, walks, and trips, which meant that if they waited too long, they could experience high traffic. "Or if you can't now, I should take you to Bluevein."

[Lavia]

Lavia's eyes silently followed Azurk as he rose from his chair and made way towards the window, after her question of concern. She stretched her neck, trying to see beyond the thick glass that Azurk was now peering through from where she was sitting, with no success. Snap. The noise continued, its volume increasing as it wandered nearer and nearer to the cottage front. Lavia's expression was full of disquiet, as she waited patiently for Azurk to give an answer. With only a few moments passed, he turned to look her way. "It is other Cerulean, sometimes they will come here," he pointed to his door, "knock loudly; want fight." If the other Cerulean were to knock on Azurk's door, and possibly even force entry, the sudden sight of her could bring out much more than an urge to fight with a fellow Akalak. A short vision of Kaliks behavior came to mind, reminding her of what a Cerulean was capable of. Especially one, whose better intentions were not surfaced. She looked away from Azurk, standing to her feet, her hands holding up the sheet around the front of her body. She was beginning to surprisingly panic. As calm as she had been before arriving, and even after being threatened, that was slowly beginning to change. The only reason was, she didn't want to cause unwanted trouble between Azurk and the other Cerulean's in the Outpost. This was not her own territory to be stirring up any kind of conflict. She stood near the edge of the bed, reaching down to grab the unfinished apple and thin biscuit. She began to eagerly bite at the apple, taking in as much of its fruit as she could, then devouring the thin bread. Once she was finished with both, she set the core of the apple on to the top of the wooden table, and the thin biscuits packaging along side it. "Can you fly now? Or if you can't now, I should take you to Bluevein." The water, apple and biscuit she was given was just enough to get her on her feet, but she knew the risk of shifting and trying to make her way home was high. It was a risk she could take, but she knew it would not be wise of her. She shook her head, not cleaving her lips to answer as she moved towards him, and near the window he was still standing near. She stood just near the framing, not wanting to stand too close to the glass. She could hear the constant and loud snapping, which she could now compare to thick pieces of bamboo or wood, slamming against stone. "We could possibly mount the walls. Or if there is another way out you know of." She turned her back to the window, walking towards the bed and reaching for the Lakan, that rested just near the wall. Taking it in her hand, she hadn't realized until now just how heavy it was. The intricate blade grasping her attention all over again. Azurk wanted the weapon in her hands only, incase anger was to strike him again, awakening his darker half. -but if they were to try and find another way out of the Outpost, another solution, she felt safer if it was in his own hands. In Azurks possession. She caught sight of him just at the corner view of her eyes, as she laid the Lakan gently on the table, with a soft 'clunk'. "Bring this. Incase of anything." she said lowly, as she brought the corners of the sheet to the front of her body, beginning to tie and knot the ends as secured as possible. She let her feet carry her towards the door of his cottage, the crimson stained sheet softly, and barley grazing the floorboards.

[Azurk]

The food was eaten in little more than an instant; Lavia showed that she was either hungry or nervous, for her curiosity had subsided with the looming Cerulean outside. If her desire to learn more about Azurk had overpowered her need to eat before, it did not do so now. Now that she was on her feet, Azurk felt better about her condition, althogh he was disheartened by the blood evident on his sheets, for it almost seemed to exaggerate her injuries. She stood near to him, avoiding the window and seemingly ready to get on with an escape. "We could possibly mount the walls. Or if there is another way out you know of." Azurk nodded, acknowledging her, for he was indecisive and dithered on making a decision. He watched her go back to the bed, find his Lakan, and bring it to the table by the door. She laid it down. She asked him to take it, and he wanted to be able to defend himself and her, but he knew he could not. Certainly not with the Lakan in his hand--Kalik was bound to the weapon. "I cannot take it," he said to her. "If I am hit, Kalik will return." He glanced at the dagger, thinking that if she were not to have it, then perhaps neither of them should for the time being. He went over to the door and was about to open it when the sound of one of Atun's sticks beating against his cottage wall stayed his hand. It was loud, almost as though something had fallen to the floor within the room. Azurk shot a look at Lavia, raising his eyebrows and putting his hand up, gently, against her lips. He made no sound, and did not dare to move until a minute had passed and the noise of Atun striking another home could be discerned. Afterward, he lowered his arms and blinked in relief. He put a hand on Lavia's shoulder, indicating that he wanted her to remain behind for now, then turned and warily opened his door, stepping outside after a quick review of the surroundings. Once into the grass, he looked around more diligently, and once he was satisfied that no one was watching, he went back into the house and hoisted his chair into his arms. He brought it outside and over to the tall Outpost wall, just a dozen yards or so from his home. He planted the legs of the chair into the ground, shaking it to check for stability, then looking upwards, gauging the distance to the top of the stone fortification. It looked too far. Even in his height, he could not reach it from the top rung on the back of the wooden chair. If he were to jump from it, maybe, but that did not help in getting Lavia over. He shook his head. "It is too high here." He put his hands behind his head, then turned, looking down the length of the wall. Further along it, he could see that one of the buildings was close enough to it that from the roof they might be able to traverse the wall. "If we go that way," he pointed toward the point he had been eyeing, "might be able to get over." He lifted the chair and nodded at Lavia. "Come, quiet," he told her, and began to follow the wall down.

[Lavia]

Azurk refusing to take the Lakan only worried her more, but she knew to leave it all in his hands. This was his territory, his people, and she knew he knew best. Her eyes followed Azurks movements as he made way to the door of the cottage, just about to open it. She stood just at his side, and as he began to reach for the door, the sound from outside grew stronger, sending vibrations through the soles of her feet. The loud smacking noise filled her ears, echoing behind the four walls. The sudden sound caused Lavia to jump and wince to the noise. She inhaled deeply, with a bit of fear, but before she could exhale, she felt the gentle push near her lips. The Akalaks large sapphire hand covering her mouth with his palm, but not grabbing or embracing it. Just the movement to silence her every sound. Lavia remained silent and completely motionless, holding on to the breath of life she inhaled, keeping herself from exhaling. The smacking noise from the Cerulean traveled some distance away from the cottage, and Azurks hand lowered slowly, his tense posture loosing. So did hers, followed by the sound of her breath, releasing the held in air. She moved behind him and knew to stay behind, with the direction of his hands pressure on her shoulder. Once the door was opened, it seemed like the world entered. The sound of rustling trees in the wind, the gentle chirps now and then from small birds, the sunlight, illuminating the inside of the cottage through more than just the window now. She watched Azurk step out through the door, only to return a few moments later. Grabbing his chair, he headed back through the door, and Lavia inched in closer. She kept a watchful eye of her surroundings, though focusing more of her attention in Azurks direction. She waited for his words, not knowing if any plan he had in mind, would be a success. "It is too high here." he said as he placed his hands behind his head, examining the wall, and then turning his head in another direction, "If we go that way," he pointed toward the point he had been eyeing, "might be able to get over." He lifted the chair and nodded at Lavia. "Come, quiet," Lavia nodded in response, quietly stepping out, her bare feet touching the grass. She felt closer to home already. She closed the cottage door behind her, and quietly but hastily followed behind Azurk. Still, in the distance, she could hear the beating noise, along with a bit on snarling now. She was only inches away from Azurk, and without much thought she kept her hand just near his waist, her eyes wide as she continued to look around, not worried on what her feet landed on. She noticed feet away, the wall was bound to turn. Once his pace began to slow down, she did well to match his. She looked up towards the wall, seeing that it was still the same height as near his home. Her eyes then spotted a building top, that was not too far from the peak of the barricade. "Are we to jump?" she asked, as quietly as possible as she waited for further direction, "They will see us, will they not?" She turned her head, looking towards the slightest opening of two buildings, taking in a few blue figures, passing by. She bit down on to her lower lip, her hand beginning to grip his flesh. Never again, will she poke her noise where it does not belong.

[Azurk]

Azurk waited for Lavia to get close to him before proceeding along the wall, crouching down with his chair in hand and altogether looking very suspicious--if anyone did see Azurk, his stance and movement would be enough to arouse doubt as to his conduct, even if there wasn't a totally naked woman right behind him. In this domain of the Cerulean, female nudity could be much more than a matter of shame. Although it had not happened during his time as a Cerulean, Azurk knew that the worst of female criminals would sometimes be thrown to the Cerulean cult, and they would hound and ravage the woman like dogs upon a large steak. Having a naked Kelvic wandering about this compound could certainly cause similar troubles, regardless of Azurk's attempts to protect her. "Here," Azurk motioned toward a nearby building with the chair. It was a standard cottage, like his own, but the roof cropped out close to the wall and the gap between the roof edge and the top of the wall was small enough that Azurk could likely climb across. "We must go up, then cross." Somewhere nearby were the voices of other Cerulean. Azurk kept his tone low. They were between the side of the building and the wall now, though, and were mostly out of sight. If their luck held, they would probably manage to escape without much trouble. Nonetheless, Azurk was not willing to waste time by working slowly. He looked up and examined the building again. The roof came very close to the wall; if it protruded another four feet they would be touching. The wall was still a fair ten feet higher, though, and that was why Azurk had brought the chair. It would be close, but he imagined that Lavia could make the jump, considering that his chair was designed for an Akalak, and was thus around three and a half feet tall from base to seat. He would wait on the ground to catch her if she missed, anyway. "You go up, make jump, and pull self over ledge." He put the chair on the floor near the house then signaled for her to climb onto its roof. "I give chair to you when you are up. Use chair, make jump. I catch you if you fall."

[Lavia]

"You go up, make jump, and pull self over ledge." He put the chair on the floor near the house then signaled for her to climb onto its roof. "I give chair to you when you are up. Use chair, make jump. I catch you if you fall." Lavia began to shake her wrists nervously, her feet lifting and dropping back to the ground, as if she walking without her body actually moving. She looked to the chair as he set it just near the house, holding on to it with his hand to keep it stable. She nodded, grabbing a hold of the top of the chair and planting the bottom of her right foot first, using the strength in her arm to pull her body upwards, her left foot meeting next with her right. She stood for just a moment, her fingertips gripping the egde of the roof, before letting her forearms rest on to it. She pulled her weight up, a few grunts being heard until her body was eventually pulled all the way up, and on to the roof top. She reached down for the chair with both of her hands once it was lifted up in her direction, setting it back down on to its legs just near the edge of the other side, as close as it could. She knelt down, her head turning to observe the center of the outpost, keeping a watchful eye for any attention her direction. There was none, and she hoped it remained that way just until she was over the wall. She looked down to Azurk, feeling as if she should motion for him to follow behind her, but she knew he would simply wait for her to first get over the wall. She ignored the though, and continued on, not wanting to waste time, and increase the risk of being spotted. She stood up, still bending her body over, not wanting to stand upright just yet. She held on to the top of the chair, lifting her feet up once again, one by one. There was no one to hold on to the chair to keep it sturdy, so she knew her balance was going to be tested. She stood on the seat of the chair, in a knelt position, similar to the position she was in on the small tree stump. She rose her eyes to the top of the stone wall, which seemed just in her reach. It was possible, if she would only let go of the thought that it was impossible. She slowly and carefully began to rise up, her posture upright, her body as stiff as a board. She kept her eyes on the top of the stone wall, clenching her fists for a moment and then releasing them. Taking in a breath, she could no longer wait. The strength of her legs gave her a decent enough push away from the chair, her arms extending if needed to grab a hold of her target. Once in the air, she released her breath, her landing supported by the center of her stomach, her hands grasping as tightly as they could to support the fall, so that she wouldn't cause any injury to her torso. With a loud 'umph', she continued to use the strength, now in her arms to begin to pull her over the wall. She was able to bring her left leg over the other side, as well as her left arm and then eventually her entire left side, until she laid on the top of the barricade, half way over. She winced down to Azurk, her voice a bit strained. "Hurry." she called out down towards him, her eyes turning to view the grass just down below, and then back towards the center of the outpost. They were easing in their direction. She looked down to Azurk with concern, pulling her right leg slowly over to the other side, the only thing seen now were her hands, faithfully holding on to the rough stone, until she was comfortable enough to let go, her feet meeting with the ground, her body laying on to the grass. A sigh of accomplishment escaped her mouth, as she rose to her feet quickly and backed away from the wall, her eyes scanning the top, awaiting for the sight of Azurk.

[Azurk]

The Kelvic hoisted herself up onto the roof and Azurk lifted the chair up to her once she was atop. He remained watchful as she prepared herself for the jump to the wall, and when he saw that she was ready he moved beneath the gap she was attempting to vault. Lavia was obviously nervous, but Azurk took no mind, for he expected no less from someone whose physique made her seem so precious. Perhaps he was assuming too much, thinking her to be so endangered, but in comparison to the Akalak, she seemed a meager warrior at best. Azurk himself was threatened by the lethality of the Cerulean, for they would attack without warning or reserve; Azurk had no such fire in his heart--certainly not one that had been kindled in the last year. She leapt. Surprisingly well, she leapt. Lavia needed no aid, for she clutched the wall and raised herself onto it, although she did so awkwardly. All her time spent as an owl must have made her lighter on her feet even as a human. Azurk was not expecting her hop to be so convincing. He smiled for a second time today as she clambered to the peak and spoke down to him. "Hurry." And then she slipped, with measure, over the other side and out of sight. It would have been quite a drop, but she was smaller than he, and Azurk had faith in her. Disappointed that she was no longer visible, Azurk hurried around the side of the house, lined himself up, and jumped, pulling himself onto the roof. She did want him to come out with her, after all. He calculated the range to the Outpost wall, adjusting the chair to a position that he liked, then stepped back a few paces to give himself room for a running approach. "Azurk?" Atun was calling him from below. He had been spotted. "Soryn; it's Azurk! He's dancing about on your roof!" "Azurk, venhrehk! You need the sense beaten into you, moron." He could see Soryn, whose hands were on the roof as he clambered up the side of the house. Azurk chose to avoid the confrontation for now, and he dashed at the chair, pouncing off of his right foot, planting his left foot onto the seat of the chair, then bounding off of that leg. The chair toppled, plummeting to the floor below him, but Azurk soared through the air, catching himself on the wall. Soryn dove from the roof of the house, aiming to grab hold of one of Azurk's dangling legs, but he missed, and Azurk was able to sling himself over the wall. He used his arms to lower himself, then fell the rest of the way, landing on his feet and rolling onto his back to lessen the impact. He sat up, brushing the grass off of his back, end made eye contact with Lavia. He beamed excitedly at her, for his heart and blood were racing, pounding freely for the first time in many months. "Almost a bad one, but we make it. Still, there is more to go." He stood up. "I can take you to Bluevein. And make hurry, for Soryn and Atun might go behind us."

[Lavia]

Lavia began to become impatient, even though time had barley passed since she made it over the wall. She continued to watch the top of the stone wall, searching for the slightest show of Azurks blue skin. There was no sign of him, and again, she continued to wait, her feet beginning to pace back and forth, her eyes never moving from the top of the wall. From just behind the barricade, she could hear a few voices shouting, but could not make out what was being said. It only caused her to panic more, her feet stopping once she took sight of Azurks large anatomy, descending down the wall. Once his hands released the wall, she moved back and let him break his fall gently in to the grass. She looked down towards him, his eyes meeting with hers, with the most awakened and excited light beaming right through their silvery cobalt mirrors. "You worried me." she spoke out softly, her gentle tone only filling her own ears. "Almost a bad one, but we make it. Still, there is more to go." He stood up. "I can take you to Bluevein. And make hurry, for Soryn and Atun might go behind us." She quickly nodded her head in response to his words, as she turned to view the wide span of grass surrounding them. She indeed knew the direction they would need to take, but the travel on foot wouldn't allow them to go very far, without being possibly spotted. If able to run, it wouldn't take as long as swift walking, and even though it would be tiresome, they were really running out of options. There was no time for talking, or input of other solutions. They needed to run, and as fast as they possibly could. He offered to escort to Bluevein river, but she felt she would truly be the one doing the escorting. "We must go around and head West, towards the river." she said, grabbing a hold of his large hand, and pulling him away from the outpost allowing her instincts to guide her in the right direction, "We much run quickly." Her pace began to pick up, until her feet were moving much faster, allowing her to sprint across the earth. Lavia eventually released Azurks hand, giving a glance in his direction to make sure he was alright, and following behind. Her legs, from many seasons of running, climbing and traveling, were well toned, allowing the simple art of running to be fairly simple and not as tiering as it would have been, to an average human. Even so, her energy was still very low, but her undying determination pushed her to the limit. Her breathing began to increase, her heart beginning to race. The adrenaline was coursing through her veins, but the tingling in her spine gave her complacency. She was indeed, too determined to ever be defeated, even in the most dire and dangerous of situations. The Kelvic might at times find herself frightened or intimidated, but in the precious moment of it all, needing to make a decision, she chose to let perseverance take over. Of course, being wise played its part. It would have been feasible to shift and fly towards the Bluevein river, but with an injured wing and the draining of her energy afterwards, it would have caused much more difficulty, than simply running across Riverfall. She chose the choice, which was wiser, no matter how difficult it might have seemed. Her hair gently praised the wind, her long and thick locks swaying from left to right as she moved hastily. Her feet refused to slow down, while her arms were bent, rocking back and forth with the movement of her body. They were easing just near the drop of the grass hill, their feet carrying them much closer to the peak, where they would be able to observe the river from a short distance. She continued to run, almost near the peak, turning to in Azurks direction, giving a nod of accomplishment until her feet came to a stop, her body slumping over and her palms reaching for her knees. She was panting heavily and loud, much more than usual. She was extremely tired, but not tired enough to find it in herself to give up. She was bent over for a moment, catching her breath until she stood upright again, her hand extending and her finger pointing towards the very small, white tent. It only appeared small, because of the distance between them. "There. Just to the left." she said, her voice a bit shaky as she kept her finger extended towards the tent. She turned her eyes from the tent, up to Azurk, "You do not have to continue from here.." Of course, she meant the opposite, but after today, she felt it might have been best to go their separate ways, and let that small adventure only be a memory. Though, something inside of her wanted for his company. She wasn't sure why, but it was possibly the Kelvics known characteristic kicking in. -Kelvics, dislike to spend their days alone. There will always be, no matter the personality, a longing for company and companionship.