What Fendros thought was a short distance turned into a longer one, but not too long. The destination was well worth the trip. An expansive, peaceful garden, filled with a tasteful mix of flora from around Morrowind. It wasn't something Fendros had expected, but it was a pleasant surprise. All the colour was a nice change from the drab of much of the city's architecture. "It's beautiful." He said, wishing he had more creative words for it. He hadn't seen such a place since the last springtime in Cheydinhal, when the flowers bloomed.
They walked slowly around for a time, then Fendros motioned to stop in a clear spot by the pond. He sat down and leaned back on his hands, glancing to Ahnasha to join him. The garden seemed so far apart from any other part of the city that amongst enjoying the peaceful atmosphere, it got Fendros thinking. The Telvanni were very isolationist and powerful, but they commanded a lot of respect in many circles. When the tower was demolished in war, it likely preceded much death. "Ahna," Fendros looked up at Ahnasha, "I think this is a memorial." He looked into the pond in front of him, "Even though the Telvanni aren't around here anymore, the city was probably still sacked back when the tower was destroyed. This place must honour the memory of a lot of people."
Fendros turned his head to Look at Ahnasha again and smiled warmly. The colours of the garden only seemed to frame her better in her dress. He leaned in close to her, they were alone as far as Fendros could tell, so he wasn't so concerned about looking unorthodox. "I think it was worth coming here." He commented quietly, before slowly bringing his hand up to her cheek. Closing his eyes, he kissed her lips for a length of time.
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Dear Mr Curly,
I have done little travelling lately because I have been so dreadfully weary. Can it be true as the old Ecclesiastes said; that all things lead to weariness? Surely not. Perhaps the opposite is true: that all nothings lead to weariness. I have a peculiar feeling, Curly, that I am worn out from something I haven't yet done and the more I don't do it, the more exhausted I become. How strange. Could it be something I haven't realised? Perhaps it's something I haven't said? Something I haven't finished! It must be very large and true whatever it is and a lively struggle in the doing but I look forward to it immensely. I know I need it. First, however, I must curl up in my chair and sleep deeply with the duck. Perhaps I'll dream of this thing and wake up refreshed and do it. My fond wishes to you Mr. Curly, and to all Curly Flat.
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Fendros grinned at the notion. "The tourist lycans. Ha, I don't think I'll protest that. I like the idea of seeing more cities if we have the chance."
With Ahnasha's suggestions, it seemed like they had a planned day as they walked up to the gates of Vos again. On the surface, the city seemed to have remained the same as when they left it. There was activity on the main road that they walked as the citizenry went about their morning routines. Fendros immediately noticed a few glances their way as he and Ahnasha walked arm in arm, but right now it seemed more curious and confused than threatening. Hopefully that wouldn't change for the worse.
As they walked down the street, Fendros began to slow his pace, unsure of which direction they should start to proceed. After taking in a breath of city air, he thought for a moment. It was still a little early for lunch, so he wasn't hungry. He also wanted to look through the market while it was a bit more vibrant, which would probably be later in the day. That left the temple, the tower ruin and the bookshop. "The site of the mushroom tower is close, did you want to go there first?" Fendros asked.
With Ahnasha's suggestions, it seemed like they had a planned day as they walked up to the gates of Vos again. On the surface, the city seemed to have remained the same as when they left it. There was activity on the main road that they walked as the citizenry went about their morning routines. Fendros immediately noticed a few glances their way as he and Ahnasha walked arm in arm, but right now it seemed more curious and confused than threatening. Hopefully that wouldn't change for the worse.
As they walked down the street, Fendros began to slow his pace, unsure of which direction they should start to proceed. After taking in a breath of city air, he thought for a moment. It was still a little early for lunch, so he wasn't hungry. He also wanted to look through the market while it was a bit more vibrant, which would probably be later in the day. That left the temple, the tower ruin and the bookshop. "The site of the mushroom tower is close, did you want to go there first?" Fendros asked.
S'all good. I have study to do as well.
Thanks for the accept!
That image business is strange, it was working for me. Regardless, I've used imgur instead of the direct link, so it should be fixed now.
That image business is strange, it was working for me. Regardless, I've used imgur instead of the direct link, so it should be fixed now.
Only 3 females per game? Well, if we're counting the 8 year old sister of our resident chocobo breeder, then I suppose my character is the fourth. Here's my hat toss...
Name: Sara Arnaud
Gender: Female
Age: 28
Zodiac Sign: Ice
Lower Signs: Wind, Aura
Weapon Type: Ji Halberd
Appearance: (Likely will not have that foil she's holding. This pic may be tentative depending on what kind of aesthetic you had in mind.)
Personality: Ruthless and calculating, Sara favours a direct approach to her problems and doesn't let insults slide. If you cross her, you will know about it. This hard exterior is difficult to break, and it might seem to some that she is indeed impossible to stop once she is determined, but her anger can turn into impatience and fault if it accumulates. While she can be ferocious when angry, she can also be more predictable and rash. Her patience varies, so whether it becomes a weakness can depend on the context. She tends to stick with her principles over a greater plan if they were to clash. Being used to treating others with sterness has made it difficult for her to relax around most people and take in good humour, however this doesn't stop her developing emotional attachment.
History: Sara is a strong woman raised amongst a middle class soldier family in Alpha. She had developed a strong belief of protecting the commons and bringing justice to those that would abuse their power and shirk their responsibilities. Such beliefs made her well suited for the vocation of a policewoman. A commanding presence and a no-nonsense attitude brought her to various areas of work trying to keep the parts of Gamma district safe. A job impossible to fathom by any one person, but improbable to succeed without her. Her skill with her weapon of choice has given her the title of 'Moon Lady' amongst the Gamma district, though this title carries more fear than admiration behind it. Other, more profane variants of her title are more common with the criminals of the district.
Name: Sara Arnaud
Gender: Female
Age: 28
Zodiac Sign: Ice
Lower Signs: Wind, Aura
Weapon Type: Ji Halberd
Appearance: (Likely will not have that foil she's holding. This pic may be tentative depending on what kind of aesthetic you had in mind.)
Personality: Ruthless and calculating, Sara favours a direct approach to her problems and doesn't let insults slide. If you cross her, you will know about it. This hard exterior is difficult to break, and it might seem to some that she is indeed impossible to stop once she is determined, but her anger can turn into impatience and fault if it accumulates. While she can be ferocious when angry, she can also be more predictable and rash. Her patience varies, so whether it becomes a weakness can depend on the context. She tends to stick with her principles over a greater plan if they were to clash. Being used to treating others with sterness has made it difficult for her to relax around most people and take in good humour, however this doesn't stop her developing emotional attachment.
History: Sara is a strong woman raised amongst a middle class soldier family in Alpha. She had developed a strong belief of protecting the commons and bringing justice to those that would abuse their power and shirk their responsibilities. Such beliefs made her well suited for the vocation of a policewoman. A commanding presence and a no-nonsense attitude brought her to various areas of work trying to keep the parts of Gamma district safe. A job impossible to fathom by any one person, but improbable to succeed without her. Her skill with her weapon of choice has given her the title of 'Moon Lady' amongst the Gamma district, though this title carries more fear than admiration behind it. Other, more profane variants of her title are more common with the criminals of the district.
"My parents said they have a lot of respect for the Telvanni, but they aren't so prominent now. Not since the invasions from the Argonians," Fendros commented, "but you are right, they weren't a friendly house. Very secluded."
Agreeing with Ahnasha, Fendros let his arm move from Ahnasha's shoulder to her arm again and began to move on. "Mm, there are a few things I had in mind. Apart from just walking around and exploring, that is." Fendros glanced to Ahnasha as he walked, "I was raised on Cyrodiilic foods, and we've tried out plenty of the local native meat, but I always wanted to know why my father always complained about imperial food. Maybe some of the locally prepared food has something special about. I thought it might be nice to try it out." Fendros looked ahead so as not to trip himself up, "I also thought to perhaps visit the Temple at Vos. I was never very religious, but I've never been inside one before. I only ever grew up with small shrines to the good Daedra." Fendros chuckled a little, "I hope Azura, Boethiah and Mephala are on good enough terms with Hircine not to be too offended with us in their midst." Fendros paused, recalling what he had thought of before, "Apart from that... we'll probably visit the market to find soul gems anyway, I thought we could take a look around. How about you, was there anything you wanted to do?"
It wouldn't be too much longer to Vos by the looks of it. The pace they were going felt about right for Fendros, though. It meant they could take in their surroundings some more.
Sabine stared intently at Ariel for a short time. pondering. This was not so obvious for her to answer. She had only seen her for almost two days now since she returned. She was warm and friendly. So different. "I was scared of you... before you came back." Sabine said, "I thought... I was only ever scared of you..." Sabine looked away again, "... when the hunters used the gas, I thought you were chasing me... I was scared because I knew you were in Vos..." Sabine swallowed and looked at Ariel again. Ariel still had a smile, but her eyes looked upset. "I thought you would hurt the pack as well... but then when you came back... it wasn't you that made the gas... and you had let me go back when I escaped..." Sabine's confidence in her words seemed to grow a little more as she spoke, her already being uncharacteristically vocal touched on a side of her that hadn't been revealed in years. "After you came back... I started to remember before the cage... the sentinels... and you... I remembered you before the cage..." Sabine's eyes began to redden slightly, "you... are now like you were before the cage... I wasn't scared of you then... you were a big sister then..." Sabine reached up with one hand to wipe her eye.
"And now?" Ariel asked, her own emotions welling up in reflection of her sister.
"Now you are a big sister again." Sabine looked down, close her eyes and took a breath, "but I'm scared of the coven still... I'm scared that the pack will be hurt... you have to help."
Ariel reached forward and put her hand on Sabine's shoulder. Sabine looked up, but didn't appear to be fazed by the physical contact. "Sister," Ariel began, "I will make sure that I will assist as much as I can. If I can help it, no one in the pack will be hurt."
Sabine nudged away so that Ariel's arm slid from her shoulder and she looked down to continue mixing the fire salts. It wasn't an acceptance of Ariel's words, but it wasn't a rejection either. Feeling unsure and a little upset, Ariel decided to stop pursuing the conversation. Perhaps Sabine was trying to manage her worries on her own.
Agreeing with Ahnasha, Fendros let his arm move from Ahnasha's shoulder to her arm again and began to move on. "Mm, there are a few things I had in mind. Apart from just walking around and exploring, that is." Fendros glanced to Ahnasha as he walked, "I was raised on Cyrodiilic foods, and we've tried out plenty of the local native meat, but I always wanted to know why my father always complained about imperial food. Maybe some of the locally prepared food has something special about. I thought it might be nice to try it out." Fendros looked ahead so as not to trip himself up, "I also thought to perhaps visit the Temple at Vos. I was never very religious, but I've never been inside one before. I only ever grew up with small shrines to the good Daedra." Fendros chuckled a little, "I hope Azura, Boethiah and Mephala are on good enough terms with Hircine not to be too offended with us in their midst." Fendros paused, recalling what he had thought of before, "Apart from that... we'll probably visit the market to find soul gems anyway, I thought we could take a look around. How about you, was there anything you wanted to do?"
It wouldn't be too much longer to Vos by the looks of it. The pace they were going felt about right for Fendros, though. It meant they could take in their surroundings some more.
Sabine stared intently at Ariel for a short time. pondering. This was not so obvious for her to answer. She had only seen her for almost two days now since she returned. She was warm and friendly. So different. "I was scared of you... before you came back." Sabine said, "I thought... I was only ever scared of you..." Sabine looked away again, "... when the hunters used the gas, I thought you were chasing me... I was scared because I knew you were in Vos..." Sabine swallowed and looked at Ariel again. Ariel still had a smile, but her eyes looked upset. "I thought you would hurt the pack as well... but then when you came back... it wasn't you that made the gas... and you had let me go back when I escaped..." Sabine's confidence in her words seemed to grow a little more as she spoke, her already being uncharacteristically vocal touched on a side of her that hadn't been revealed in years. "After you came back... I started to remember before the cage... the sentinels... and you... I remembered you before the cage..." Sabine's eyes began to redden slightly, "you... are now like you were before the cage... I wasn't scared of you then... you were a big sister then..." Sabine reached up with one hand to wipe her eye.
"And now?" Ariel asked, her own emotions welling up in reflection of her sister.
"Now you are a big sister again." Sabine looked down, close her eyes and took a breath, "but I'm scared of the coven still... I'm scared that the pack will be hurt... you have to help."
Ariel reached forward and put her hand on Sabine's shoulder. Sabine looked up, but didn't appear to be fazed by the physical contact. "Sister," Ariel began, "I will make sure that I will assist as much as I can. If I can help it, no one in the pack will be hurt."
Sabine nudged away so that Ariel's arm slid from her shoulder and she looked down to continue mixing the fire salts. It wasn't an acceptance of Ariel's words, but it wasn't a rejection either. Feeling unsure and a little upset, Ariel decided to stop pursuing the conversation. Perhaps Sabine was trying to manage her worries on her own.
Yeah, come to think of it, it probably wouldn't add to up much.
Also, the activity thing is fine. Study is ramping up for me anyway.
Also, the activity thing is fine. Study is ramping up for me anyway.
Fendros was surprised at how quickly the bantam guar moved. Watching it run away was almost as comical a sight as its appearance. He got caught up in Ahnasha's laughter as it scurried away on its stumpy legs.
When Ahnasha moved up to the mushroom tree, Fendros stood up and followed up close. He put his arm around her shoulders and looked up to where she had her gaze. He had seen plenty of mushroom trees on the way to this area of Vvardenfell, but up until now, he didn't appreciate the pattern that the circular, gill-like scales made on the underside of the cap. It was from here that the size really seemed uncanny. "I hadn't really believed that they could grow this big until I saw them, let alone to the size of a city," Fendros said, a smile forming on his lips again, "It makes me feel small, being underneath it. Like in a story where you're shrunk down to the size of a mouse. I'm half-expecting a great hand to come down and pluck the tree out of the earth-" Fendros pinched at the air in front of him, "-and chop it up to make a soup." Fendros knocked against the stalk with muffled thunks, "Might be a bit tough to eat."
Fendros then looked to Ahnasha, she seemed to have knowledge about these lands that he didn't. It was interesting. "Did you read about Morrowind a lot? You mentioned that books passed through the stock of your parents occasionally."
Ariel's question to Sabine was one that gave her pause after a moment. Wasn't it obvious? Why was she asking? Such little annoyances didn't escape into her face, but she had to put the words together, and that was always a little difficult. "They are family," Sabine started, her voice so quiet that it bordered on a mumble, "... they care about me... I... care about them." The corner of Sabine's mouth twitched and she paused, looking away with her wide eyes and relaxed frown.
With patience, Ariel nodded. "Go on," she said at a similar volume to Sabine's voice.
"Meesei, Alpha, makes me feel safe..." Sabine resumed, her eyes going across the chamber to where Meesei was working on the skeleton, "I don't... I'm not scared when she's there." Moving her head to look at the cave wall nearby, Sabine shivered a little at articulating how she felt about everyone. She didn't expect it to be so difficult. "Lorag is big... he can be mean, but he doesn't hurt me. He doesn't worry about things. I don't have to worry about things as much when he's there." Sabine took a deep breath, then let it go shakily through her mouth, "Ahnasha is a big sister. Like you, but... she's Ahansha. She is skilled. She's always practicing. She still loves us, though."
Ariel didn't quite know what to make of those last words, she wouldn't have known that Sabine wasn't really trying to make a comparison as trying to draw parallels to help her explain. Still, the reminder of her own neglect brought a pang to Ariel's heart.
Sabine continued all the same, not appearing to heed Ariel's change of expression. "Janius," Sabine twitched again, though this time into a small smile that faded as quickly, "He is funny sometimes. He is a big brother... he cares about us all. He just likes being with us." Sabine looked down again as she continued to think. She paused for so long that Ariel thought she had finished, but she was just trying to put the right words together.
"And Fendros?" Ariel asked, still curious.
Sabine sat still, then thought of what to say. "Fendros is a little brother." She explained, "Even if he is bigger than me, he has to learn things." Sabine stared at the space in front of her, "He cares though... about us all. And he makes Ahnasha happy."
Ariel nodded again. Perhaps Fendros was a newer member of the pack. He seemed familiar enough with things as far as Ariel could see though. He couldn't have been very new. Casting her mind back to Sabine's comments on big brothers and sisters, another question arose in her mind. "Am I a big sister for you, Sabine?"
When Ahnasha moved up to the mushroom tree, Fendros stood up and followed up close. He put his arm around her shoulders and looked up to where she had her gaze. He had seen plenty of mushroom trees on the way to this area of Vvardenfell, but up until now, he didn't appreciate the pattern that the circular, gill-like scales made on the underside of the cap. It was from here that the size really seemed uncanny. "I hadn't really believed that they could grow this big until I saw them, let alone to the size of a city," Fendros said, a smile forming on his lips again, "It makes me feel small, being underneath it. Like in a story where you're shrunk down to the size of a mouse. I'm half-expecting a great hand to come down and pluck the tree out of the earth-" Fendros pinched at the air in front of him, "-and chop it up to make a soup." Fendros knocked against the stalk with muffled thunks, "Might be a bit tough to eat."
Fendros then looked to Ahnasha, she seemed to have knowledge about these lands that he didn't. It was interesting. "Did you read about Morrowind a lot? You mentioned that books passed through the stock of your parents occasionally."
Ariel's question to Sabine was one that gave her pause after a moment. Wasn't it obvious? Why was she asking? Such little annoyances didn't escape into her face, but she had to put the words together, and that was always a little difficult. "They are family," Sabine started, her voice so quiet that it bordered on a mumble, "... they care about me... I... care about them." The corner of Sabine's mouth twitched and she paused, looking away with her wide eyes and relaxed frown.
With patience, Ariel nodded. "Go on," she said at a similar volume to Sabine's voice.
"Meesei, Alpha, makes me feel safe..." Sabine resumed, her eyes going across the chamber to where Meesei was working on the skeleton, "I don't... I'm not scared when she's there." Moving her head to look at the cave wall nearby, Sabine shivered a little at articulating how she felt about everyone. She didn't expect it to be so difficult. "Lorag is big... he can be mean, but he doesn't hurt me. He doesn't worry about things. I don't have to worry about things as much when he's there." Sabine took a deep breath, then let it go shakily through her mouth, "Ahnasha is a big sister. Like you, but... she's Ahansha. She is skilled. She's always practicing. She still loves us, though."
Ariel didn't quite know what to make of those last words, she wouldn't have known that Sabine wasn't really trying to make a comparison as trying to draw parallels to help her explain. Still, the reminder of her own neglect brought a pang to Ariel's heart.
Sabine continued all the same, not appearing to heed Ariel's change of expression. "Janius," Sabine twitched again, though this time into a small smile that faded as quickly, "He is funny sometimes. He is a big brother... he cares about us all. He just likes being with us." Sabine looked down again as she continued to think. She paused for so long that Ariel thought she had finished, but she was just trying to put the right words together.
"And Fendros?" Ariel asked, still curious.
Sabine sat still, then thought of what to say. "Fendros is a little brother." She explained, "Even if he is bigger than me, he has to learn things." Sabine stared at the space in front of her, "He cares though... about us all. And he makes Ahnasha happy."
Ariel nodded again. Perhaps Fendros was a newer member of the pack. He seemed familiar enough with things as far as Ariel could see though. He couldn't have been very new. Casting her mind back to Sabine's comments on big brothers and sisters, another question arose in her mind. "Am I a big sister for you, Sabine?"
Yep, that should be fine.
I'm not thinking of making a gun totin' robot cowboy or anything, I'm just not as big a fan of settings like VII and XIII.
I'm not thinking of making a gun totin' robot cowboy or anything, I'm just not as big a fan of settings like VII and XIII.
Mkay. If that's an out-of-ten scale, then I can deal with it.
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