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[Color=mediumpurple]Time:[/color] Afternoon
[Color=mediumpurple]Location:[/color] South Beach, River Port
[Color=mediumpurple]Interaction:[/color] [@Dreamingflowers] Nur
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The further from town Darius ran, the more he tried to do with his magic. He assumed there was no one to see him take inhumanly far forward leaps. It gave him something excitedly new to practice, which kept his mind off of being at the port where the rebellion was meant to be staged. When he had run far enough away from where he started, he turned around. The humidity was slightly higher than other locations he had visited in Avalia, which caused small beads of sweat to form across his body. Initially, it went unnoticed. Darius was no stranger to sweat, but after several strides, a light bulb seemed to go off in his head.

[Color=mediumpurple]"Heh… Water."[/color] Darius focused on the movement in his arms and legs as he ran back. This time even faster than before as he pushed and pulled the moisture with each stride. [Color=mediumpurple][i]1. 2. 1. 2. 1. 2. 1. 2. 1. 2…..[/i][/color] Like a metronome, he created a rhythm to help him maintain control. He was so focused on counting, when he saw the parasol flying his way… he crashed straight through it and tumbled over into the sand. [Color=mediumpurple]"Oof!"[/color] 

Darius rolled over onto his back with a bent crumpled up parasol tangled on his right leg while also lightly covered in moist sand. He looked up at the noon sun with squinted eyes before sitting up to see the destroyed parasol. [color=mediumpurple][i]How lucky am I to trip over the one flying umbrella on an empty beach!?[/i][/color] Then he saw the woman walking across the beach, seemingly the owner of said umbrella. His eyes opened slightly wider than usual while his mouth remained slightly agape as he took her figure in. 

[Color=darkgray][i]Apparently, very.[/i][/color]

He was too awestruck to acknowledge Malgormuun. A soft breeze attempted to blow sand into his eyes which caused him to wince but also regain himself. 

[Color=mediumpurple]"Hey I'm really sorry about… this."[/color] He motioned his hands towards the ruined parasol on his leg. With a bend and a toss, he swiftly removed it.  [Color=mediumpurple]"I can buy another one…"[/color] As Darius looked to face her, his eyes met hers and he felt as if he was stuck on hers. [Color=mediumpurple]"I'm Dariussss's cousin by the way if you know him. Famous elven poet out west... Anyway, MY name is Orland. Orland Legolas."[/color] He said clumsily with a smile. He didn't even notice her two guards.