Time:7 PM Location: River Port-Inn then around town Interactions: Rue [@Potter] Mentions: Bowyn [@Helo] Equipment: [hider=Foot Soldier basic travel pack] [img] https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/b9f228ea-194f-48a8-be0f-f65f03e2c9d6.jpg[/img] [/hider] [hider= Medical kit] medical kit: [img] https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/a539cfdc-30a8-4054-9a10-04f71d19311b.jpg [/img] [/hider] [hider=Foot Soldier weapons] Throwing axes x2: [img] https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/677ab232-8d47-4b15-8009-7b1522e7c0e7.jpg[/img] Mace: [img] https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/a4a7e515-9d4b-4cb2-bfe6-f24c148bb5ea.jpg[/img] [/hider] [hider=Foot Soldier Armor] [img] https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/1e03edbe-fbe7-435a-8243-07271b086e18.jpg[/img] [/hider] [hider=Foot Soldier Shield] [img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/77f5094e-7dc2-4325-9200-24679b77a725.jpg[/img] [/hider] 899 Amas. There was something mesmerizing about Rue’s smile that captivated Arn and almost made him forget how much like jerk and total shit he felt. The sideways smile which spread asymmetrically across her face reminded him of the waning moon as it hung in a clear sky. The pale pearly tone of her skin made it seem as if the moon was reflecting off a icy lake. Of course the pale blue of her eyes were not lost on the dwarf. Nor where the diamond sparkles of the tears that gathered on the outer rims of her stunning eyes. Because they were so clear and eye catching, the expression that the fairy’s eyes portrayed were magnified. The young dwarf saw in them true caring for her village friend and relief that the soldier was at least graceful enough to not prevent her searching for Bowyn. There was also hurt in them however. [color=0054a6][i]“Is that my doing?” [/i][/color] The dwarf thought. A small pang of guilt stabbing at his heart. He did not fancy the thought of being the reason why those tears pooled. [color=0054a6][i]“Or could it be because of Bowyn?”[/i][/color] It was obvious that the two fairies had history. What that history might be still eluded him. What was certain was that the male fairy was trying to somehow push the other away. There was hurt and anger in the winter fairy lad. Arn had seen it many times in the eyes of those who had lost some part of their body or somebody they were close with. The medic saw the same emptiness in the light blue eyes of Bowyn. This sort of wound was something not even his extensive medical knowledge nor his in depth battle experience could ever hope to cure. There was no magic balm or prescription of treatment. Only time…time and caring could ever hope to come close. Even then, the young soldier knew, the scar would be as disfiguring and evident as a person who has suffered serious burns. A sigh escaped his lips. [color=00aeef]”Moonlight is his name, but I call him Moony. I’ll make sure not to fly too fast.”[/color] Arn nodded and looked down at the wolf. Itself a magnificent creature. Like his companion, the wolf’s eyes were the most captivating feature. The intelligence reflected in them obvious. The medic watched as the animal studied him. A slight hint of distrust and warynes reflected in the canine gaze. [color=0054a6]“Well, since I believe I have not earned the right for the shortened familiar version. I shall address Moonlight by its proper name.” [/color] The medic smiled at the wolf trying to show he was no threat. The dwarf stepped aside hurriedly as the lovely fairy lass took flight. His big brown eyes blinked a few times at the curious sight. He was not the only one captivated by the unique scene. Rue’s wings became little more than a blur. The soft wind emanating from them much too peaceful in comparison to the force being exerted to levitate the fairy no matter how petite the young lass was. Perhaps this paradox was circumvented by the magical nature of the fae. The young medic hurried after the lovely winter fairy and the wolf. His short legs moving quickly. He cursed the fact that he had not shed his armor. Thankfully, his stout legs had developed muscles over decades of basically living in armor for weeks at a time. It was like a second skin to him. In fact, it was said that Legionaries were basically naked out of armor. Still, much like the looks that the fairy and wolf received, the hustling armored dwarf also got lingering gazes. The dwarf came out of the inn just in time to see the flying fairy direct her wolfen companion. Obediently the animal put his nose to the ground and began sniffing out the venting white haired lad. Noticing that the hovering fairy looked in his direction Arn gave her a thumbs up and motioned her to move along. He pointed to himself and then towards a different street. It would indeed be best if they just split up. This was not truly selfless in search of Bowyn. Much like the fairy lad, the young medic also needed time to himself. He had wanted to walk about the town anyways. Tracing a circle over his head, which meant gather in military hand signals, he pointed to himself and then the inn. He mouthed. [color=0054a6][b]“Its ok. I’ll come back.”[/b][/color] He hoped that the young lass was able to be satisfied with that. Giving Rue one last confident and comforting smile, the dwarf started towards the selected street. His stature made his head weave in and out of the crowd to her point of view. There were few dwarves in River Port despite the closeness to Iron Hold. Those that found themselves in the trading town where merchants or the few who were plagued with the need to travel the world. The young soldier turned and saw his winter fairy companion hover in the air. Rue looked so free and in her element. She was designed and meant to fly. Even her countenance changed. The moon shone off her pearly skin so naturally that Arn wondered if he was not dreaming while awake. What would it be to be so free? To be unbound by the burden of being land bound. To be able to see the world in a different view. He took a deep breath and almost envied any able to have the whole of the heavens as their play ground. The he remembered the queasy feeling of nausea and dread as he rode in the Helius and suddenly he was not so jealous. [color=0054a6]“Nope” [/color] he muttered and turning his head away from the lovely fairy he made his way through the crowd. Who knew what his searching would produce.