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Avatar was monitoring its allies’ communications, but was only dedicating a negligible percentage of its processing power to the task, apart to those originating from RK. The safety of its allies was a strong concern, but from its current position, it had no ability to render aid to them beyond the range of the airlocks. The only action it could perform to improve their chances of survival was to clear the room of hostiles as quickly as possible. As such, that was where it placed the vast majority of its focus.
Fortunately, the enemy could not defend effectively against such overwhelming force. There was no cover in the room of sufficient strength to stop fighter-mounted weaponry, and between the two interceptors, they could eliminate the majority of threats before they reached the exits. Some attempted to return fire on the interceptors, but the mercenaries had not equipped themselves to deal with armored targets while aboard a space station. In under 90 seconds, all hostiles within the room were either killed, or critically wounded. As such, Avatar proceeded quickly to the next stage of the escape. It sent two instructions, one to the shuttle pilot, and the other to RK. It told the shuttle pilot to fly through the hull breaches and land in the room and await the others, while RK was meant to keep her interceptor ready to deal with any sudden threats that entered the room. Meanwhile, Avatar turned its interceptor away from the station to defend against any potential external threats.
“The room is currently within safe parameters. Proceed quickly to the shuttle for evacuation.” Avatar instructed over the group’s shared communications channel.
Fortunately, the enemy could not defend effectively against such overwhelming force. There was no cover in the room of sufficient strength to stop fighter-mounted weaponry, and between the two interceptors, they could eliminate the majority of threats before they reached the exits. Some attempted to return fire on the interceptors, but the mercenaries had not equipped themselves to deal with armored targets while aboard a space station. In under 90 seconds, all hostiles within the room were either killed, or critically wounded. As such, Avatar proceeded quickly to the next stage of the escape. It sent two instructions, one to the shuttle pilot, and the other to RK. It told the shuttle pilot to fly through the hull breaches and land in the room and await the others, while RK was meant to keep her interceptor ready to deal with any sudden threats that entered the room. Meanwhile, Avatar turned its interceptor away from the station to defend against any potential external threats.
“The room is currently within safe parameters. Proceed quickly to the shuttle for evacuation.” Avatar instructed over the group’s shared communications channel.
"Oh, no, it's fine, I'm fine, everything is...fine." Roland answered to Angela between coughs from the bit of water that had entered his lungs. "It just...startled me, is all." He tried to quickly explain, though for a few moments, there was only silence between himself and Angela. It was an awkward pause broken by Sabine calling out his name. "Um, sure." He answered notably abruptly.
Meesei swam over closer to the group, being sure to hold Leaps securely in her arms. His method of swimming was essentially just clawing at the water, so getting too close to him while he was swimming around could easily result in a few unpleasant scratches. Roland approached reluctantly, though whether is was because of Leaps, or the fact that he was approaching the Champion, was uncertain. Slowly, he reached out and rubbed Leaps' back, to which he responded by sniffing Roland's wrist.
"I would not be frightened of him. He has not bitten anyone, yet. Just be mindful of him if he is swimming around, as he might unintentionally give you a few scratches." Meesei warned the group.
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"Sure, sure." Ahnasha answered, exhaling deeply. She did feel rather relaxed at the moment, but it would not be difficult to become nervous once again. Besides which, she did rather like the tea.
As she took a few sips of the rather warm liquid, Ahnasha tried to thikn about Najirra's answer. His description made their problems sound a lot like instinct. For lycans, it was something they were intimately familiar with. They had to train rigorously to control the natural urges of their beast spirits, but she did not know where to begin for training her mind to ignore the effects of something like trauma. It seemed much more...innate than the instincts of the second souls residing within their minds. It was a direct part of the way their minds worked, so if Najirra's plans did not work, it made her feel as if there would truly be no hope for the to recover. She could only hope that their experience in controlling the instincts of their beast spirits would help them in controlling their own.
"You make it sound a lot like an instinct. Will we be able to control it in the same way we do our beast spirits, or will we need to do something else?" She asked.
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Kaleeth kept her arm around Janius as she walked alongside him, even resting her head against him as much as she could while they were moving. Even for her, she was being notably affectionate towards him. "I agree, I love being around them. It is great to see them happy like that, especially if I am the one making them happy."
Kaleeth gave Janius a quick kiss on the cheek. She did not know where exactly they were going at the moment, and did not particularly care. She was simply going wherever he was. "Don't you think you would like spending more time around children?" She asked, her questioning bringing the conversation closer to her true intent.
Meesei swam over closer to the group, being sure to hold Leaps securely in her arms. His method of swimming was essentially just clawing at the water, so getting too close to him while he was swimming around could easily result in a few unpleasant scratches. Roland approached reluctantly, though whether is was because of Leaps, or the fact that he was approaching the Champion, was uncertain. Slowly, he reached out and rubbed Leaps' back, to which he responded by sniffing Roland's wrist.
"I would not be frightened of him. He has not bitten anyone, yet. Just be mindful of him if he is swimming around, as he might unintentionally give you a few scratches." Meesei warned the group.
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"Sure, sure." Ahnasha answered, exhaling deeply. She did feel rather relaxed at the moment, but it would not be difficult to become nervous once again. Besides which, she did rather like the tea.
As she took a few sips of the rather warm liquid, Ahnasha tried to thikn about Najirra's answer. His description made their problems sound a lot like instinct. For lycans, it was something they were intimately familiar with. They had to train rigorously to control the natural urges of their beast spirits, but she did not know where to begin for training her mind to ignore the effects of something like trauma. It seemed much more...innate than the instincts of the second souls residing within their minds. It was a direct part of the way their minds worked, so if Najirra's plans did not work, it made her feel as if there would truly be no hope for the to recover. She could only hope that their experience in controlling the instincts of their beast spirits would help them in controlling their own.
"You make it sound a lot like an instinct. Will we be able to control it in the same way we do our beast spirits, or will we need to do something else?" She asked.
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Kaleeth kept her arm around Janius as she walked alongside him, even resting her head against him as much as she could while they were moving. Even for her, she was being notably affectionate towards him. "I agree, I love being around them. It is great to see them happy like that, especially if I am the one making them happy."
Kaleeth gave Janius a quick kiss on the cheek. She did not know where exactly they were going at the moment, and did not particularly care. She was simply going wherever he was. "Don't you think you would like spending more time around children?" She asked, her questioning bringing the conversation closer to her true intent.
Like Sabine, Meesei too remained silent, observing how the situation unfolded. Roland obviously heard them, but was quite reluctant to do much of anything. "Oh, um, well, I..." He began, but he failed to say anything even marginally coherent. It almost looked like he was about to leave entirely when he felt something brush up against his leg. He quickly glanced down, then let out a scream and started running off in the direction of the pool. He seemed as if he were trying to run around it to the other side, but as he neared the pool, the floor became more wet from people climbing in and out of the water. So, as he tried to turn, he slipped and fell straight into the water.
To punctuate the event, from behind the low wall, Leaps-On-Elves sauntered out into the open, raised his head, and let out an almost innocent-sounding chirp. Obviously, most of Sabine's friends were laughing, and even Meesei did not hold back a quick chuckle. Still, she decided to remain mostly uninvolved and instead swam over to the other side of the pool to grab Leanps and bring him in, under her supervision.
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Unlike before, there was no question in Ahnasha's mind about what she wanted to do. There was one effect of their ordeal that was the most common and persistent. It was perhaps not the most intense, but certainly it was disruptive. "I want to understand these nightmares. We do our minds keep making us live through that torture again and again? Do they wish to just torment us? I only have them occasionally with the medicine, but Fendros...it makes it difficult for him to sleep. Is it because we are lycans that the nightmares are are so intense; have we been cursed by Vaermina? They're just...too common to be tolerable."
In Ahnasha's tone there was the strong presence of desperation. There were other problems that they were facing during waking hours, but not having to fear going to sleep each night would cut down on their stress tremendously. She needed to have an answer, and she hoped that the nightmares were a problem that Najirra would be able to solve relatively soon.
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Kaleeth shook her head. "No, we wouldn't have enough shields, not old ones at least. I don't think anyone would want us breaking the good shields." She answered, not quite picking up on the potential sarcasm. She was better about such things than before, but the subtleties of tone in Cyrodilic was still a point where she could err.
After she finished getting dressed, Kaleeth put an arm around Janius and pulled herself close to him with a wide smile across her face. For just having transformed, she was in a surprisingly good mood. They started to walk away, but as they moved along, she turned her head and looked to him curiously. "So...do you like the children too?"
To punctuate the event, from behind the low wall, Leaps-On-Elves sauntered out into the open, raised his head, and let out an almost innocent-sounding chirp. Obviously, most of Sabine's friends were laughing, and even Meesei did not hold back a quick chuckle. Still, she decided to remain mostly uninvolved and instead swam over to the other side of the pool to grab Leanps and bring him in, under her supervision.
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Unlike before, there was no question in Ahnasha's mind about what she wanted to do. There was one effect of their ordeal that was the most common and persistent. It was perhaps not the most intense, but certainly it was disruptive. "I want to understand these nightmares. We do our minds keep making us live through that torture again and again? Do they wish to just torment us? I only have them occasionally with the medicine, but Fendros...it makes it difficult for him to sleep. Is it because we are lycans that the nightmares are are so intense; have we been cursed by Vaermina? They're just...too common to be tolerable."
In Ahnasha's tone there was the strong presence of desperation. There were other problems that they were facing during waking hours, but not having to fear going to sleep each night would cut down on their stress tremendously. She needed to have an answer, and she hoped that the nightmares were a problem that Najirra would be able to solve relatively soon.
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Kaleeth shook her head. "No, we wouldn't have enough shields, not old ones at least. I don't think anyone would want us breaking the good shields." She answered, not quite picking up on the potential sarcasm. She was better about such things than before, but the subtleties of tone in Cyrodilic was still a point where she could err.
After she finished getting dressed, Kaleeth put an arm around Janius and pulled herself close to him with a wide smile across her face. For just having transformed, she was in a surprisingly good mood. They started to walk away, but as they moved along, she turned her head and looked to him curiously. "So...do you like the children too?"
Today is going to be rather busy for me, as I am going to be away for a few hours and have a test to study for, but I may still be able to do it today. If not, then tomorrow.
I just posted. I'll probably have Leaps leap in in my next one (well, that was a sentence). Or you could in yours.
Meesei remained mostly along the sidelines, observing Sabine's interactions with her friends. She took particular note of the mention of Caleb, given the conversation that had preceded their arrival at the pool. If it was the same Caleb that she knew, then it was an interesting revelation, though not one without concern.
Pushing aside the thought for the moment, Meesei answered Thyme's question while the others teased one another. "Yes, I am. I would say I have considerable skill in all forms of magic; conjuration less so than the others. My upbringing was in a remote area of Black Marsh, so I know forms of magic not found in the Empire, those passed down by my people." She explained, though at the same time, she was listening to Sabine's conversation. It was not something that she felt she should involve herself in too greatly, as she wanted to allow Sabine to have time with her friends unimpeded. Meesei leaned back in the water with her hands behind her head, allowing herself to float on the surface while using her tail to keep herself stationary. However, she did find herself curious enough to make one comment, one that might give Sabine more of a chance to return Angela's teasing. "What of your friend over there? He seems quite reluctant to join you, or even leave that wall."
The boy, Roland, could hear some of what they were saying, and at one point, almost looked like he might actually step out towards the pool, but nevertheless remained precisely where he was standing.
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"Well...my heartbeat slowed, so it must have done something." Ahnasha answered. She was having a hard time putting into words exactly how she felt. Again, her heartbeat was not as slow as Fendros', but she was starting to think that was normal, since she certainly felt less tense overall. She scratched behind her head, tilting it to the side slightly while she tried to decide on how to answer.
"I feel a little strange, honestly. Like...I have too much air, but not in a bad way, necessarily. Breathing that way was a bit odd, but relaxing, I suppose. It took more concentration than I would have thought, but it did clear my mind, at least. I guess I feel the same way as him. Should I be feeling any different?" She asked, wondering if the experience was supposed to differ for them at any point. Perhaps he was looking for something to change between them to figure out how the event had affected both of them individually?
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Kaleeth tightened her arms around Janius and returned his kiss. Yes, but...I think I would like that better, honestly." She commented as she straightened out and stretched her aching muscles. It felt as if she had been exercising for a few hours straight, though from her experience, the feeling would not last nearly as long.
Turning her head, Kaleeth looked to the children once more. As was common for those their age, their attention span was short enough that their focus could easily and quickly shift. Now, they were fighting over the remnants of the shield, competing to see who could get the largest piece. She had obviously impressed them, though they now looked like they were mostly interested in playing with one another, particularly since Kaleeth would not be able to transform again for some time.
Kaleeth walked back over to her belongings with Janius and began to collect them. As she was tying together her loincloth, she gave another smile in the children's direction. "I think I like them. They seemed so excited and happy to see something new. They are...adorable."
Pushing aside the thought for the moment, Meesei answered Thyme's question while the others teased one another. "Yes, I am. I would say I have considerable skill in all forms of magic; conjuration less so than the others. My upbringing was in a remote area of Black Marsh, so I know forms of magic not found in the Empire, those passed down by my people." She explained, though at the same time, she was listening to Sabine's conversation. It was not something that she felt she should involve herself in too greatly, as she wanted to allow Sabine to have time with her friends unimpeded. Meesei leaned back in the water with her hands behind her head, allowing herself to float on the surface while using her tail to keep herself stationary. However, she did find herself curious enough to make one comment, one that might give Sabine more of a chance to return Angela's teasing. "What of your friend over there? He seems quite reluctant to join you, or even leave that wall."
The boy, Roland, could hear some of what they were saying, and at one point, almost looked like he might actually step out towards the pool, but nevertheless remained precisely where he was standing.
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"Well...my heartbeat slowed, so it must have done something." Ahnasha answered. She was having a hard time putting into words exactly how she felt. Again, her heartbeat was not as slow as Fendros', but she was starting to think that was normal, since she certainly felt less tense overall. She scratched behind her head, tilting it to the side slightly while she tried to decide on how to answer.
"I feel a little strange, honestly. Like...I have too much air, but not in a bad way, necessarily. Breathing that way was a bit odd, but relaxing, I suppose. It took more concentration than I would have thought, but it did clear my mind, at least. I guess I feel the same way as him. Should I be feeling any different?" She asked, wondering if the experience was supposed to differ for them at any point. Perhaps he was looking for something to change between them to figure out how the event had affected both of them individually?
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Kaleeth tightened her arms around Janius and returned his kiss. Yes, but...I think I would like that better, honestly." She commented as she straightened out and stretched her aching muscles. It felt as if she had been exercising for a few hours straight, though from her experience, the feeling would not last nearly as long.
Turning her head, Kaleeth looked to the children once more. As was common for those their age, their attention span was short enough that their focus could easily and quickly shift. Now, they were fighting over the remnants of the shield, competing to see who could get the largest piece. She had obviously impressed them, though they now looked like they were mostly interested in playing with one another, particularly since Kaleeth would not be able to transform again for some time.
Kaleeth walked back over to her belongings with Janius and began to collect them. As she was tying together her loincloth, she gave another smile in the children's direction. "I think I like them. They seemed so excited and happy to see something new. They are...adorable."
Who has Leaps right now? I forget who has him.
Also, how old is Caleb?
Also, how old is Caleb?
Meesei allowed Sabine to lead the way as she followed her into the pool. She was glad to be able to be in the water once more, as she could hardly recall the last time she swam. Moisture was a pleasant sensation on her scales, and she much preferred receiving it from a warm pool than the harsh, biting cold of the snow and ice outside.
Once Sabine gave the introductions, Meesei smiled and gave a nod to the Nord, Freida. "I am glad to have helped. This clan, I will protect with my life...though I prefer to use an excess of lightning instead." Meesei said with a slight chuckle. She swam up alongside the group and looked over each of them carefully, trying to keep in her mind the names Sabine had listed before. So far, she only knew that the Nord girl was named Freida, and the boy hiding awkwardly behind the low wall a short distance from the pool was Roland.
"With my excessively busy schedule, I have not been able to meet as many of the clan's members as I would have liked. Perhaps I will be able to thank your uncle personally for his aid in defending the clan? Regardless, it is good to meet you all." Meesei said politely.
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Ahnasha was not certain what Najirra intended by having them feel for their heartbeats, but as it was not similar to anything she had tried before, she gave no protest. As she needed both hands for this exercise, she had to reluctantly allow one of Najirra's daughters to take care of Rhazii for the time being. Najirra certainly was not transparent about the overall goals of what they were doing, which was slightly frustrating, but she supposed it was possible that knowing would make it somehow ineffective. She followed along, tapping out her heartbeat each time she felt it. She could not help but to notice that she was tapping at a different rate from Fendros, which seemed odd to her. Despite the tension from describing her experiences, she did not feel particularly frightened or otherwise compromised emotionally. She wondered if Fendros was feeling nervous, or if a Khajiit heart simply beat at a different pace from that of a Dunmer.
Afterwards, Najirra instructed them to do what seemed like meditation. It was not something she was at all unfamiliar with, but at the same time, she did not see how meditation, even extended over months or years, could cure their issues. She just had to trust that everything Najirra had planned for them would make sense when taken together. The breathing exercise took a few moments for her to learn how to perform correctly, after which she followed along silently while anticipating the next instruction he would give.
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Speaking was not something that Kaleeth was especially adept at while in beast form; the others could not offer advice for her as they would a werewolf. She had been relearning how to form the sounds over the past few months, although it was not an easy task. She shook her head and let out a single long, drawn out "No." Her meaning was that she did not want to go hunting, as it would require stepping out into the cold. Of course, Janius' initial question had been if she could understand him at all, but in that case, any answer at all would not make sense if she could not.
Kaleeth took a few steps forward, closer to the group as she looked them over and took in their scents. Perhaps it was just because she was well-fed, but they did not seem quite so much like prey as she had been expecting. However, she did not want to give that a chance to change, so quickly, she began the transformation back into her Argonian form. As her bones and muscles shrank and reformed back to their normal sizes, she continued to step forward closer to Janius until she was back to normal entirely, at which point her legs gave out beneath her and she collapsed forward into his arms.
"Why does that always have to hurt?" Kaleeth whispered to him while her gaze wandered back over to the group of children. Despite it only being a short demonstration, they seemed sufficiently impressed at the novel sight. It was something that brought a smile to her face.
Once Sabine gave the introductions, Meesei smiled and gave a nod to the Nord, Freida. "I am glad to have helped. This clan, I will protect with my life...though I prefer to use an excess of lightning instead." Meesei said with a slight chuckle. She swam up alongside the group and looked over each of them carefully, trying to keep in her mind the names Sabine had listed before. So far, she only knew that the Nord girl was named Freida, and the boy hiding awkwardly behind the low wall a short distance from the pool was Roland.
"With my excessively busy schedule, I have not been able to meet as many of the clan's members as I would have liked. Perhaps I will be able to thank your uncle personally for his aid in defending the clan? Regardless, it is good to meet you all." Meesei said politely.
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Ahnasha was not certain what Najirra intended by having them feel for their heartbeats, but as it was not similar to anything she had tried before, she gave no protest. As she needed both hands for this exercise, she had to reluctantly allow one of Najirra's daughters to take care of Rhazii for the time being. Najirra certainly was not transparent about the overall goals of what they were doing, which was slightly frustrating, but she supposed it was possible that knowing would make it somehow ineffective. She followed along, tapping out her heartbeat each time she felt it. She could not help but to notice that she was tapping at a different rate from Fendros, which seemed odd to her. Despite the tension from describing her experiences, she did not feel particularly frightened or otherwise compromised emotionally. She wondered if Fendros was feeling nervous, or if a Khajiit heart simply beat at a different pace from that of a Dunmer.
Afterwards, Najirra instructed them to do what seemed like meditation. It was not something she was at all unfamiliar with, but at the same time, she did not see how meditation, even extended over months or years, could cure their issues. She just had to trust that everything Najirra had planned for them would make sense when taken together. The breathing exercise took a few moments for her to learn how to perform correctly, after which she followed along silently while anticipating the next instruction he would give.
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Speaking was not something that Kaleeth was especially adept at while in beast form; the others could not offer advice for her as they would a werewolf. She had been relearning how to form the sounds over the past few months, although it was not an easy task. She shook her head and let out a single long, drawn out "No." Her meaning was that she did not want to go hunting, as it would require stepping out into the cold. Of course, Janius' initial question had been if she could understand him at all, but in that case, any answer at all would not make sense if she could not.
Kaleeth took a few steps forward, closer to the group as she looked them over and took in their scents. Perhaps it was just because she was well-fed, but they did not seem quite so much like prey as she had been expecting. However, she did not want to give that a chance to change, so quickly, she began the transformation back into her Argonian form. As her bones and muscles shrank and reformed back to their normal sizes, she continued to step forward closer to Janius until she was back to normal entirely, at which point her legs gave out beneath her and she collapsed forward into his arms.
"Why does that always have to hurt?" Kaleeth whispered to him while her gaze wandered back over to the group of children. Despite it only being a short demonstration, they seemed sufficiently impressed at the novel sight. It was something that brought a smile to her face.
Ssarak Dyreackthanose and Meirin Kurenai
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Ssarak's homeland sounded like a harsh place to live, honestly. Djarkel had it's faults, but at least there was land worth fighting over. Lakes of lava, ash fields, the place sounded like a wasteland. But at the same time, Meirin could see that despite all of that, it has created strong people. It had to, because weaker ones were punished or killed. And while Meirin wouldn't say it, she envied Ssarak and that sort of life style. She liked the idea of a strong land making stronger people. She relished testing herself against others and honing herself against powerful opponents. "No, I mean... I understand. It's... It's like dragons."
Clenching her hands into fists Meirin looked at Ssarak with an eager look. She loved the stories told to her about the dragons of old. It's what inspired her to become the person she was today. "They fought against adversity and strife, honing their minds and bodies to survive the brutal world they lived in. They said that in the beginning of the world, there was only chaos. Before the gods formed Tiien, there was only an uncontrolable void that created all matter of destruction without purpose or reason. The dragons were one of the only creatures that were able to traverse this realm of chaos, and when the gods created Tiien, taught the humans how to survive the same realm. One god in particular, Urzama, was said to be the proginator of what we call Martial Arts." Placing her hands into her lap Meirin tried to remember how the story went. She didn't want to bore Ssarak with the entire tale, which was so long she remebered the elders having to refer to a scroll just to tell her about the creation of the world before taking out another scroll detailing Urzara.
"Urzara was a dragon warrior of her tribe. Where others fought with ferocity and fire, she fought with cunning and grace, as she was born a smaller dragon then most, and unable to breath flames like they did. To make up for what she lacks in physical strength, she learned how to defend herself by countering their strength, using technquies independant from one's actual abilities. When she first met mortal men, she taught them her fighting style while they traded with her works of art: statues, paintings, songs. Many came to her to learn from her, and they all gave her works of art in trade. Even many dragons, seasoned and legendary warriors in their own right, came to learn or court her. For that reason she's known as a dragon of art and beauty, and the one that my home revered most all."
Taking a sip from the wine Meirin's face grew a slight shade redder when she realized she went on a tangent again. She really wanted to talk about her home; she had so much she wanted to tell Ssarak and just couldn't keep her thoughts organized. If Ssarak was looking into her mind right now, he'd see that she was trying to find a good moment to actually tell him about her possibly going back to the monestary. But she also wanted to ask Ssarak if he knew any stories about dragons. Another thought that just went through her mind was how she was suppose to link her tale of Urzama with Ssarak's talk about the scortched lands. It embarassed how much of a scatterbrain Meirin was being.
"Ah... But I digress. I think that the Scortched Lands, much like the dragons of old, are dangerous but powerful forces of nature. They are things to be feared, certainly. But at the same time, it's that same power that inspires normal people to become something greater. It's seeing something great and telling yourself "I want to be their equal". It's looking at the sun and wanting to fly amongst the clouds."
Throughout all of Meirin's explanations, Ssarak listened intently. He looked away only to have some of his food or wine. She did have a tendency to go on for a while on some topics, but in that, he certainly did not mind. It seemed that she cared a great deal about her monestary and its beliefs, which did make sense. Unlike himself, Meirin likely intended to return to her home after finishing her education at the college. It was possible he could gleam more information on the topic from her mind, but he disliked reading into the minds of friends, Meirin in particular, without at least implied permission. He only really made exception to this in dangerous situations, in which he would read the minds of all allies without reservation.
Ssarak found Meirin's story about the dragon Urzama to be particularly interesting. Ironically, the Esyire had few tales of true dragons in the Scorched Lands, or at least few credible ones. There were some myths that had been passed down from long before the time of the Esyire Clans, but for all intents and purposes, the closest being to dragons in his homeland were wyverns which could feed on the ash, and the Esyire themselves. Indeed, the similarities between them could not be denied, to the point that some believed them to be related. There were myths that the Esyire had traces of dragon blood within them, and the dragons had long ago taught them to form their magic in their breath, but Ssarak did not know how true those tales actually were.
"By your description, it seems as if you have a good deal of respect and admiration for dragons. " He began, pausing for a sip of wine and giving a smile. "I would say that makes sense, given your taste in men." He joked.
"But, regardless, I do understand what you mean." Ssarak continued more seriously. "Strength alone would not allow one to thrive in my homeland. It takes cunning, knowledge, and especially perseverance to survive the Scorched Lands. It breeds strength and self-sufficiency in its people, albeit through the harshest of means. There is a reason that the Esyire are among the least numerous of Tiien's races, after all. Still, I would not be the person I am today without my homeland's influence. I do wish I should show it to you, but the air itself is deadly to anyone who is not Esyire."
Meirin covered her cheeks as she blushed from Ssarak's comments. She didn't want to admit that she was initally intrigued by Ssarak's appearance. She did legitimately fall in love with the person, rather than just the image. Meirin also understood Ssarak's reluctance about showing Meirin the Scortched Lands. She's figured that such a place would be inhospitible to even someone like Meirin. "Well... Even if you cannot show me your homeland, I can show you mines. Actually, I was given premission to return home. I'm suppose to speak to the elder masters about matters on behalf of the college, but I'd love it if you came along with me!"
Ssarak answered nearly without hesitation. "It would be an honor. I certainly would like to be able to see Djarkel as you see it, and the monestary, as you describe it, sounds compelling." He said with no shortage of enthusiasm. He could not say he had been to a place like her home before, and there was of course appeal in being able to spend time with her on the journey. "I suppose I will need to inform Satori of my intention to join as well, though I doubt it will be an issue. What do you think I should do to prepare? I certainly do not wish to accidentally offend any of the monks. Do you think they will...approve of us?" He asked, his concern showing through his question.
Meirin's face grew pale when Ssarak asked about how the monks would take their relationship. She hasn't thought about it before. Romance back at the monestary was never really a problem, but that was because it rarely ever came up. The closest thing Meirin ever encountered was when they escorted merchant couples. Even then everyone kept their noses out of each others businesses. Meirin herself never felt and particular attraction to her fellow artists like she does for Ssarak. She doesn't even remember if any of her teachers were married.
"I'm... Not entirely sure, to be honest. I mean... There are certain codes of conduct I grew up with. Never speak out of turn, always allow the elders to pick first, clean after yourself, that sort of thing. Generally these rules don't apply to guests, but I... I don't know how they'd react to... Us..."
What worries Meirin the most was that she didn't know how they would react. She doesn't know if what she's doing is tabboo or would just be accepted. The monestary never came off as particullarly harsh, but than again she's enjoyed many freedoms here in the college she never had back at home. She's eaten a lot more meat than usual and actually speaks out against others, and isn't diciplined for it. She also took note that she had a lot more belongings now than she did before: She came to the college with only her weapons, but now she had an entire wardrobe, various knicknacks, and more weapons. She's changed so much.
"I think it would be best if we were subtle about our relationship. The monks and my masters are fairly tolerate of outsiders, but because I grew up there they may be more strict with me. And... And I know you love me Ssarak. But the ones at the monestary, they're my family too. Even if they're not perfect... And... Just whatever happens, promise me you won't get angry, okay?"
Ssarak nodded and started to grin in an attempt to lighten the mood, and allay her fears. "You know me, Meirin. I can be as diplomatic as is needed for whatever situation. I did manage to convince two warring factions that supported their cause an hour or so ago." He said, though his tone did become more serious as he reached out and lightly grabbed her hand. "I will behave however you think is appropriate, I promise. I would refrain from mentioning it at all if you wanted me to. Although, I will say that I would prefer not to lie to them. Even if it will be uncomfortable to inform them about us, I believe it would be worthwhile to be open about that fact. Besides, it may be that we get along well. From what you have described, we may share similar philosophies on some matters. Certainly, I expect some rather intriguing conversations."
Pausing a moment, Ssarak took a drink of his wine and a few more bites of his meal. Neither of them had actually eaten much of their dinner, given how focused they were on their conversation. Although, Ssarak was certainly in no rush. Even after just a few minutes of talking, they had made some rather exciting plans. "I would not worry too greatly. You are a mature woman, both in age and in mind, and you have already acted with great valor while at the college. There are students here who would not have survived the demon attack without you; I am sure your family will be proud of you, and the decisions you have made."
"Proud of me?" For once, Meirin wondered just how her teachers and students back at home felt about her. She always saw them as her family. Did they think of her the same way? They all felt angry when she boasted and fought... But they shared her grief when the demons attacked. They sent her here to the college to help her. And soon she'd come back, better than before. They would be proud, wouldn't they?
When Ssarak touched Meirin's hand she looked up at him. She returned his smile with a smile of her own. She didn't have much else to say, so she pulled Ssarak close so she could rest against his body. "Yeah. Even if they're not perfect... You're the next best thing. I shouldn't have anything to worry about."
"I could not agree more." Ssarak commented. As she pulled him close, he wrapped his wing around her, quite enjoying her embrace. He had to admit that he would be somewhat nervous in meeting what was essentially Meirin's family, but he was certain they would be able to find common ground. Meirin was a result of their teachings, after all. After a moment, he grabbed his wine glass once more and raised it to her. "How about a toast? To your family, to us, and...to being perfectly imperfect."
"Heh... To us." Meirin raised her wine glass and tapped it against Ssarak's. She took a large sip, feeling the smooth taste slither over her tongue. Going home would be great... But she couldn't help but worry. Everything was so sudden that she felt unprepared. But that's why she was here in the first place, wasn't it? To learn and be ready. Now wasn't the time for that sort of thing though. Today was suppose to be a day of celebration. So Meirin put those thoughts aside and just looked at the night sky in Ssarak's embrace, enjoying the little moments like this.
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Ssarak's homeland sounded like a harsh place to live, honestly. Djarkel had it's faults, but at least there was land worth fighting over. Lakes of lava, ash fields, the place sounded like a wasteland. But at the same time, Meirin could see that despite all of that, it has created strong people. It had to, because weaker ones were punished or killed. And while Meirin wouldn't say it, she envied Ssarak and that sort of life style. She liked the idea of a strong land making stronger people. She relished testing herself against others and honing herself against powerful opponents. "No, I mean... I understand. It's... It's like dragons."
Clenching her hands into fists Meirin looked at Ssarak with an eager look. She loved the stories told to her about the dragons of old. It's what inspired her to become the person she was today. "They fought against adversity and strife, honing their minds and bodies to survive the brutal world they lived in. They said that in the beginning of the world, there was only chaos. Before the gods formed Tiien, there was only an uncontrolable void that created all matter of destruction without purpose or reason. The dragons were one of the only creatures that were able to traverse this realm of chaos, and when the gods created Tiien, taught the humans how to survive the same realm. One god in particular, Urzama, was said to be the proginator of what we call Martial Arts." Placing her hands into her lap Meirin tried to remember how the story went. She didn't want to bore Ssarak with the entire tale, which was so long she remebered the elders having to refer to a scroll just to tell her about the creation of the world before taking out another scroll detailing Urzara.
"Urzara was a dragon warrior of her tribe. Where others fought with ferocity and fire, she fought with cunning and grace, as she was born a smaller dragon then most, and unable to breath flames like they did. To make up for what she lacks in physical strength, she learned how to defend herself by countering their strength, using technquies independant from one's actual abilities. When she first met mortal men, she taught them her fighting style while they traded with her works of art: statues, paintings, songs. Many came to her to learn from her, and they all gave her works of art in trade. Even many dragons, seasoned and legendary warriors in their own right, came to learn or court her. For that reason she's known as a dragon of art and beauty, and the one that my home revered most all."
Taking a sip from the wine Meirin's face grew a slight shade redder when she realized she went on a tangent again. She really wanted to talk about her home; she had so much she wanted to tell Ssarak and just couldn't keep her thoughts organized. If Ssarak was looking into her mind right now, he'd see that she was trying to find a good moment to actually tell him about her possibly going back to the monestary. But she also wanted to ask Ssarak if he knew any stories about dragons. Another thought that just went through her mind was how she was suppose to link her tale of Urzama with Ssarak's talk about the scortched lands. It embarassed how much of a scatterbrain Meirin was being.
"Ah... But I digress. I think that the Scortched Lands, much like the dragons of old, are dangerous but powerful forces of nature. They are things to be feared, certainly. But at the same time, it's that same power that inspires normal people to become something greater. It's seeing something great and telling yourself "I want to be their equal". It's looking at the sun and wanting to fly amongst the clouds."
Throughout all of Meirin's explanations, Ssarak listened intently. He looked away only to have some of his food or wine. She did have a tendency to go on for a while on some topics, but in that, he certainly did not mind. It seemed that she cared a great deal about her monestary and its beliefs, which did make sense. Unlike himself, Meirin likely intended to return to her home after finishing her education at the college. It was possible he could gleam more information on the topic from her mind, but he disliked reading into the minds of friends, Meirin in particular, without at least implied permission. He only really made exception to this in dangerous situations, in which he would read the minds of all allies without reservation.
Ssarak found Meirin's story about the dragon Urzama to be particularly interesting. Ironically, the Esyire had few tales of true dragons in the Scorched Lands, or at least few credible ones. There were some myths that had been passed down from long before the time of the Esyire Clans, but for all intents and purposes, the closest being to dragons in his homeland were wyverns which could feed on the ash, and the Esyire themselves. Indeed, the similarities between them could not be denied, to the point that some believed them to be related. There were myths that the Esyire had traces of dragon blood within them, and the dragons had long ago taught them to form their magic in their breath, but Ssarak did not know how true those tales actually were.
"By your description, it seems as if you have a good deal of respect and admiration for dragons. " He began, pausing for a sip of wine and giving a smile. "I would say that makes sense, given your taste in men." He joked.
"But, regardless, I do understand what you mean." Ssarak continued more seriously. "Strength alone would not allow one to thrive in my homeland. It takes cunning, knowledge, and especially perseverance to survive the Scorched Lands. It breeds strength and self-sufficiency in its people, albeit through the harshest of means. There is a reason that the Esyire are among the least numerous of Tiien's races, after all. Still, I would not be the person I am today without my homeland's influence. I do wish I should show it to you, but the air itself is deadly to anyone who is not Esyire."
Meirin covered her cheeks as she blushed from Ssarak's comments. She didn't want to admit that she was initally intrigued by Ssarak's appearance. She did legitimately fall in love with the person, rather than just the image. Meirin also understood Ssarak's reluctance about showing Meirin the Scortched Lands. She's figured that such a place would be inhospitible to even someone like Meirin. "Well... Even if you cannot show me your homeland, I can show you mines. Actually, I was given premission to return home. I'm suppose to speak to the elder masters about matters on behalf of the college, but I'd love it if you came along with me!"
Ssarak answered nearly without hesitation. "It would be an honor. I certainly would like to be able to see Djarkel as you see it, and the monestary, as you describe it, sounds compelling." He said with no shortage of enthusiasm. He could not say he had been to a place like her home before, and there was of course appeal in being able to spend time with her on the journey. "I suppose I will need to inform Satori of my intention to join as well, though I doubt it will be an issue. What do you think I should do to prepare? I certainly do not wish to accidentally offend any of the monks. Do you think they will...approve of us?" He asked, his concern showing through his question.
Meirin's face grew pale when Ssarak asked about how the monks would take their relationship. She hasn't thought about it before. Romance back at the monestary was never really a problem, but that was because it rarely ever came up. The closest thing Meirin ever encountered was when they escorted merchant couples. Even then everyone kept their noses out of each others businesses. Meirin herself never felt and particular attraction to her fellow artists like she does for Ssarak. She doesn't even remember if any of her teachers were married.
"I'm... Not entirely sure, to be honest. I mean... There are certain codes of conduct I grew up with. Never speak out of turn, always allow the elders to pick first, clean after yourself, that sort of thing. Generally these rules don't apply to guests, but I... I don't know how they'd react to... Us..."
What worries Meirin the most was that she didn't know how they would react. She doesn't know if what she's doing is tabboo or would just be accepted. The monestary never came off as particullarly harsh, but than again she's enjoyed many freedoms here in the college she never had back at home. She's eaten a lot more meat than usual and actually speaks out against others, and isn't diciplined for it. She also took note that she had a lot more belongings now than she did before: She came to the college with only her weapons, but now she had an entire wardrobe, various knicknacks, and more weapons. She's changed so much.
"I think it would be best if we were subtle about our relationship. The monks and my masters are fairly tolerate of outsiders, but because I grew up there they may be more strict with me. And... And I know you love me Ssarak. But the ones at the monestary, they're my family too. Even if they're not perfect... And... Just whatever happens, promise me you won't get angry, okay?"
Ssarak nodded and started to grin in an attempt to lighten the mood, and allay her fears. "You know me, Meirin. I can be as diplomatic as is needed for whatever situation. I did manage to convince two warring factions that supported their cause an hour or so ago." He said, though his tone did become more serious as he reached out and lightly grabbed her hand. "I will behave however you think is appropriate, I promise. I would refrain from mentioning it at all if you wanted me to. Although, I will say that I would prefer not to lie to them. Even if it will be uncomfortable to inform them about us, I believe it would be worthwhile to be open about that fact. Besides, it may be that we get along well. From what you have described, we may share similar philosophies on some matters. Certainly, I expect some rather intriguing conversations."
Pausing a moment, Ssarak took a drink of his wine and a few more bites of his meal. Neither of them had actually eaten much of their dinner, given how focused they were on their conversation. Although, Ssarak was certainly in no rush. Even after just a few minutes of talking, they had made some rather exciting plans. "I would not worry too greatly. You are a mature woman, both in age and in mind, and you have already acted with great valor while at the college. There are students here who would not have survived the demon attack without you; I am sure your family will be proud of you, and the decisions you have made."
"Proud of me?" For once, Meirin wondered just how her teachers and students back at home felt about her. She always saw them as her family. Did they think of her the same way? They all felt angry when she boasted and fought... But they shared her grief when the demons attacked. They sent her here to the college to help her. And soon she'd come back, better than before. They would be proud, wouldn't they?
When Ssarak touched Meirin's hand she looked up at him. She returned his smile with a smile of her own. She didn't have much else to say, so she pulled Ssarak close so she could rest against his body. "Yeah. Even if they're not perfect... You're the next best thing. I shouldn't have anything to worry about."
"I could not agree more." Ssarak commented. As she pulled him close, he wrapped his wing around her, quite enjoying her embrace. He had to admit that he would be somewhat nervous in meeting what was essentially Meirin's family, but he was certain they would be able to find common ground. Meirin was a result of their teachings, after all. After a moment, he grabbed his wine glass once more and raised it to her. "How about a toast? To your family, to us, and...to being perfectly imperfect."
"Heh... To us." Meirin raised her wine glass and tapped it against Ssarak's. She took a large sip, feeling the smooth taste slither over her tongue. Going home would be great... But she couldn't help but worry. Everything was so sudden that she felt unprepared. But that's why she was here in the first place, wasn't it? To learn and be ready. Now wasn't the time for that sort of thing though. Today was suppose to be a day of celebration. So Meirin put those thoughts aside and just looked at the night sky in Ssarak's embrace, enjoying the little moments like this.
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