Crawkid

Old Knight, and a New Dawn - Crawkid/43

Seeing his offered hand ignored, it drops back to his side, the awkward smile becoming closer to actually being awkward, "Sorry about that."

There is a long moment between them. Her, having a battle within. And him, quietly observing the strange, short girl infront of him. His breaths come even as he waits, each one marking the passage of time. Finally, his eyes flit back up to the sky. "...its gotten lighter."

Following his statement, he seems to keeping looking, looking beyond- to the constellations. With a frown, he looks back down. His gaze falls squarely on hers. " You lie well, but it doesn't seem to me as though you can hide anything else. Whatever it is, its not worth risking our lives while you contemplate. Let's just agree to trust each other, for now. If we move now, we can still make it...around when the sun comes up. Im sure, at that time, messengers will be sent out to let the people know what's happened." a brief pause and a more obvious grimace, "and who their new rulers are."

Old Knight, and a New Dawn - Crawkid/43

ok! Take your time coming back, I may or may not be here when you get back

also, wow, you respond fast XD

Old Knight, and a New Dawn - Crawkid/43

Well, she might be XD

Depending on how strong she is/ gets upset about it

Old Knight, and a New Dawn - Crawkid/43

The man raises an eyebrow at her responce, but doesnt seem too bothered by her apparent hostility, neither too apologetic about it. Instead, he seemed to skip over feelings entirely, as he scans the area again. Slowly he stood, looking up and down the beaten dirt road. And for that time, he looked much sterner and ready to act. One hand even drifted down to where his dagger was kept, to feel that it was still there.

But finally, he turned his attention back to her. His expression softened to match his soft tones he spoke with, "..because, it's dangerous out here. The kingdom is gone. The family is dead."

He looked down and frowned a moment, before finally deciding to fold the jacket and tuck it under his arm, "...I was not able to do much, but I don't want to leave you helpless either. I am at least good enough to guard someone as they travel."

This time, he does not fully kneel, but does bend down a little, offering her his hand, to shake or to hold. "...you can call me Ray...n....Rain." He tries to only look awkward, but inwardly grimaces at the obviously fake name.

Old Knight, and a New Dawn - Crawkid/43

He chuckles as she re-offers the jacket to him, and shakes his head. "I dont think this jacket will fit me very well. We are too different"

He motions to the entirety of his body, clearly referencing the fact that he was nearly two feet taller than she was. A tower in comparison, but relatively normal for a human male. In fact, he follows that up but kneeling down, to be more at her level, continuing the conversation in a gentle hushed tone, "...but if you insist, I will keep hold of it, for now. Until you're ready to take it back."

He pauses to observe her again, "...even with rejuvenate, you seem to be quite tired. But we still must leave. Can you walk to the next town or...I can carry you."

Old Knight, and a New Dawn - Crawkid/43

The man blankly stared at her as his mental faculties slowly returned to him. "Ah...a ditch..." he finally murmurs, slowly sitting up to peek outside. The sky was barely lightening from the darkness of a clear night. "it's clear. We should get moving." He continues, still in that soft murmuring tone. Looking back at the little girl, he appears thoughtful, before thinking to ask, "Can you move...?"

But then, right afterward, he shakes his head with a sigh. With a brief point towards her, he activates another spell, "Rejuvenate" ANd then, on himself, he cast the same spell.

Taking another look outside, he finally pushes the branches off and stands, slowly stretching out his limbs and...realizing something was sliding off of him, he grabs the jacket and stares dumbly at it in his hands for a while. Then suddenly, he blushes slighly, holding out to her to return it, "...You helped me. Thank you."

Behind The Light - crawkid/megara

At some point while she was away, probably a short while before she once again returned, a golden spark was created in mid-air. With each passing second, the size of the spark grew, until eventually it would connect to itself in a ovoid shape. And, at about the time that Asteria walked back through her door, the fabric of reality would ripple, and open a portal. One could look through this portal, straight to the other side. And if they were to look, they would see some dirty, cluttered alley way. Non-descript, and darkened by shadows.

From that location, a young man seems to be crawling up through the portal, from the ground, as if he had been laying before. His appearance is likewise tusseled enough to suggest as much. His hair and skin, both appearing normal despite the stripes of purplish silver, were both dirty. His car ears lazily announce his current form. Yet, in contrast of that and his rather ragged looking clothes, he wore what appeared to be light armor, made of shined bronze.

The cat boy flopped the rest of himself onto the floor, and laid still for a moment as he took in his surroundings, and the girl infront of him. Then he would burst out laughing, "Oops...wrong location~"

However, the portal would close behind him quickly, giving him no option to backtrack.

Old Knight, and a New Dawn - Crawkid/43

The man kept nothing on him, obviously unprepared for being out in the storm earlier. In his pockets is just two silver coins, and a dagger.

With a spell of steady warmth, things slowly dry out, and the man begins to stabilize. His breathing and heartbeat climb back up to regular strength, as one could imagine, were they able to see, that his skin color would also return to a healthy hue.

At some point, he subconciously felt her presence next to him...and he rolls over, gently moving to take her canine form into his arms to be hugged close. Though, as he was simply a sleeping person, moving slowly, escape was a simple matter.

And he was aware of hugging something, for just a brief moment, but otherwise returned to the land of dreams. The void disipated...popped like a bubble, once he returned. now, he was standing on an isolated wooden platform in a large field of flowers. He was confused, and disoriented, but not panicked. Instead, with some curiousity, he wandered the area, traveling from flower field to flower field, and occassional patches of forest. It went on endlessly...until he stopped and felt a ray of sunshine directed on him, and he looked up into what he thought was the sun.

A couple hours after waking the first time, the man opens his eyes again. "What....where....am I...?"

Behind The Light - crawkid/megara

Hm... sounds good. What do they know her for?

Old Knight, and a New Dawn - Crawkid/43

After a torment of eternity, the winds finally left, taking its screams with it. The void, and the island within it began to change. Away from the bloody earth of what was his only 'sanctuary', a new dirt path arose from the void. The earth here was free of that taint, smelling instead of damp earth and clean air. And after a while, the path gave way to a path of wooden boards. Clearly made recently, it still smelt of the forest, and the void around him changed even further. Now, there were two densities- one like water, and one like air.

Slowly, the wooden path swayed, and he felt an imprint of warmth against his skin, like tiny little hands...

Shortly after the mans broad shoulders were wrapped in a jacket, the movement seemed to wake him - at least a little. His eyes cracked open to darkness, beholden to nothing except the faintest outline of another body beside him. He became aware of two things, how the void still had a tight clutch on him...and how utterly...cold...he was.

Taking a breath to speak, he coughed at first. And then he could finally force out the whisper of a spell, before the void would again take him.

"Warmth"

As his consciousness sunk low into the darkness, a warmth rose from his core, radiating from his body, and projecting a small area of effect - one conveniently big enough to envelop him, and whoever it was that had to come up next to him.