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voidtouched-blue--[Prior]
"I'm sure the Adders know. This won't be the first time they've been in a scuffle with these scum." She couldn't fight the curl of her lip in reference to the enemy that laid dead. "They'll be back to collect their dead. We should return soon, lest we want to add to the number of stains on the field." Cyra's eyes scanned the carnage once again. The blood would wash away with the next rain, and the bodies would soon be gone from the dirt and mud. All that would remain as evidence of the conflict would be the broken machinery left behind as graves. Time would heal the land, and she hoped it would heal the hearts of those who had lost. She took a few steps back towards their path towards the Hawthorne Hut, waiting for her companion to follow.
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She swatted at his hand, and Kaleh'a could only grin at her, pleased he had managed to get her to react, to actually try and initiate a touch, even if it was to get him to stop doing something, his eyes twinkling at her as he noticed she looked a little better. Not great, and she definitely glossed over his question without an answer, but she was recovering enough to try and swat him away, which was good enough for the archer until they made it back to safety. He could check in again then, and maybe she would answer that time.
Although, her scowl made his ears flick back again, half expecting a scolding, but instead he was offered and explanation, one that had the tip of his tail bristling with indignation at he affront he Garleans were causing. "What belongs to them!? Nothing here! They don't have a single claim over--!" He calmed himself, recognizing the anger in his blood, his mouth popping closed mid sentence, eyes slowly closing, and after a deep, quick breath, he let it out through his nose and turned to Cyra fully, nodding to her in agreement. "They definitely do not belong."
His attention though was brought back to her focus, his head tilting as he eyed it, his interest in it evident as he hummed thoughtfully, nodding along with her explanation as he murmured half to himself, "A focus...I wonder if I put one on here..." His voice trailed off, but he was clearly thinking, brows furrowed, fingers tapping together as he thought through something, a blueprint of sorts, as his ears flicked at her words, hardly seeming concerned about loss of life or limb, only breaking from his stupor once she finished speaking, nodding worriedly, his gaze flicking about as his tail suddenly lifted from the dirt, hovering a bit higher off the ground now as if afraid it might set one of the unseen traps off. Anything but the tail!
She seemed to know a good deal about the traps though, and how to set them off, and as she spoke about he Adders, their knowledge of how they were placed or why they were there, her lip curling as Kaleh'a felt the same disgust in his chest, he couldn't help himself from asking as she turned away, ready to take her own advice of leaving the potentially dangerous area. "Cyra, how did you know about the traps? I was..." he fumbled the word with his cheeks reddening. "Well I was shocked, and frankly a bit scared, but you seemed to just...it was like you knew what they were before even looking."
He couldn't put it in words. And he wasn't trying to accuse her of anything. But she had reacted and acted so...sure, like she knew the danger, had expected it, or perhaps had seen it before. Any of the above only made his curiosity of the blue Miqo'te grow, to wonder how she knew about Garlean tech as he caught up and walked side by side back towards Hawthorne Hut, his blue eyes flicking to hers as he waited for an answer, silently wondering if he would even get one.
What sky are you?
Bryn:
Sunrise
no matter how many times you get knocked down, you always get back up. you defy expectations and stay true to yourself. you are a leader - maybe not in a traditional sense in that others follow you, but you've carved out your own path in life. you are kind but unyielding. you have strong opinions and values. there's a part of you that just wants to make everyone else around you happy, but you know your limits - that you can only share what you have to give. you may seem unassuming to others at first but in time they will watch as you grow into something incredible
Kaleh'a:
Overcast Sky
you've built up some walls around you. you're careful with whom you give your heart and your trust. you feel like you're waiting for something, but you're not sure what it is. there's something telling you that there's more to life for you than what you have now. but until then, you're content to let the days pass. you're not in any rush, but some days you can't ignore the sense of restlessness that comes with waiting. you are a calm but intimidating presence
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voidtouched-blue--[Prior]
It wasn't entirely a lie, but it still hadn't been the entire part of the whole. Cyra may not have had the mind for understanding how most Garlean magitek worked, but having a familiarity with them from her history certainly helped. "Given enough time, and patience, I'm sure you'll come to find they can be rather easy to spot and disarm if you know what to look for." As indirect as it was, it was the Keepers' way of offering to teach him.
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He saw it, the anger in her expression, the hatred, the tightened jaw and her clenched fists, an expression he was not expecting from, what he had in mind, a well mannered white mage. It was like looking at a completely different person, for just that brief second, before she managed to get it back under control, and he saw the anger bleed out of her, the tension in her jaw relaxing, and he felt his own anger follow suit, sinking down to his feet and bleeding out of his boots.
Each step he felt a little lighter, until he had that telltale sway to his hips and tails of a happy Miqo'te, his eyes still looking for traps, but his ears, their blonde tips had flicked up and focused on her, listening for an answer to his question, to his probe, wondering what exactly she would say, if anything at all. He didn't have to wait more than a few heartbeats of silent steps before she answered, and he turned his head to the side to look at her as she did, humming thoughtfully as he nodded slowly in understanding.
"Whoa... Studying under E-Sumi-Yan?" He fell silent for a moment, thinking over what that meant, that he was in the presence of a master conjurer's pupil, and he bashfully realized his leaping to her rescue, or offering to protect her, was likely a waste of breath. The chances are she knows plenty how to care for herself, he thought ruefully. Especially if she knew of the traps and I did not...
It was a tiny hit to his pride, if he was honest, the desire to know everything around him, about the Black Shroud, the best hunting spots, the dangerous beasts, and the trapping habits of other hunters strong within him, since it made him a better hunter. But to miss something like this? He shook his head, his ears flicking down, then up, and his tail thrashing lightly. "I had no idea they were so prevalent. Clearly I need to work on making sure my info is more up to date."
Already, Hawthorne Hut was within sight, but the offer she gave him was not lost on the blonde Miqo'te, and he smiled warmly, skipping ahead a pace and turning back, walking backwards slowly as he looked at her and nodded in excitement. "I wouldn't mind if someone could help me learn what to look for. Especially if there might be other pesky traps I don't know about!"
His smile was warm, easy, his tail flicking about, with excitement, at the prospect of learning something new about the land around him, even if it did have to do with an invading force. Plus, as they explored, he could find good trees to cut down, saw to size, and use to repair her roof! Hm, oak wood for the supports, some simple water reed thatch to go over it, and waterproof it with linseed oil. But I will have to check the underlying walls to make sure they are still good...
Lost in thought, he flipped back around, falling back to her side, his hands on the back of his head, and he looked up at the canopy of trees above them, the green filtering through as he sighed contently, and murmured to no one in particular, "One day...I'd like to come out here and actually go through the forest without expecting dangers or Garleans. Just...walk around and relish in the beauty."
[ rescue ] sender carries receiver to safety (from kai xoxo)
Kaleh'a was having a decidedly not fun time.
The number of times that he had actually gotten himself injured enough that he couldn't walk on his own two feet could be counted on one hand. And this time it was pushing him dangerously close to having to use two hands! What made it even worse was the fact that Kai, of all people, was carrying him away from the now slain beast!
When the blue haired Miqo'te had offered to pick him up after getting clipped by the beast's claws while the others finished it off, he had vehemently refused, claiming he could shoot from a sitting position with his bow, and that "so help me Twelve if you pick me up I will bite your ear off--!?"
All his complaints were rapidly silenced by the descriptively strong machinest bodily lifting him in a hold remarkably close to a princess carry, the blonde Miqo'te instinctively wrapping his arms around his neck as he hissed and spat in anger...but Kai's ear was still in tact.
With each step, Kaleh'a's laid back ears slowly relaxed, his snarl faded and then hisses died down, and slowly, he fell silent for a long few moments. The hold was warm, respectful to his injured lower leg, and left the archer calm. It was a few minutes more before there was a healer in sight, rushing towards them with magics ready, but they would swear on their life that they heard someone purring contently.
Kaleh'a swore it wasn't him.
voidtouched-blue--[Prior]
"Not all regions of the Black Shroud are riddled with dangers, or invading Imperials", she took in a deep breath to further calm her nerves. "From the sound of it, one might think that I've lived here longer than you. I can show you some rather pleasant spots on a map once we've made it back to Gridania. I wouldn't mind a quick rest at the Roost." The beaming grin she offered him was small, but genuine. Even the shroud of death that had hung over them for a majority of their walk had begun to clear. Passing patrols of Wood Wailers and even spotting a small group of Adders on their way towards the darkened field had only set her mood to waver for a moment. The knowledge that she had done what she could for the injured and the Elementals had been enough to keep her spirits far lighter than if she were alone.
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Her words were kind, and her smile, while small, was warm, true, and it made his own smile grow, his ears flick with excitement, and his head tilt this way and that. "Well, I have lived here a long time, but in my own little corner of the world. Gridania is my first foray outside of it." He tilted his head, and walked for a few steps, before he murmured. "It was peaceful there, just simple days, the worst to happen a passing beast or two. Traveling away from it was eye opening. Almost depressing with how...different it was. Sometimes I wish I could go back." He falls silent again, now almost to Hawthorne Hut as patrols pass them, heading for the fields, barely marking the Adders and Wood Wailers. He was lost in thought, about his past, his time at home, and the struggles since leaving it.
Still, deep down, he did not want to go back. The draw of the world unexplored, of beasts to find and take out, to help those around him. It was something he enjoyed doing, danger and dislike be damned. He was not one to run away with his tail tucked between his legs and - his tail, swaying agitatedly with his thoughts, accidentally flicked too far, smacking against his companion's leg, and he jerked, taking a step away, and quickly apologizing for the slight. "Sorry! Uh, caught up in my thoughts." He gave her a slightly wider birth as they entered the relative safety of the Hut, returning to her earlier words with a nod.
"I could use a drink too, after all of that. I think my tail is still a little scared. Those traps were so...vicious." The offended appendage lifted up a little, lion's tip flicking about in trepidation despite their safety. He hummed softly to himself, the keeper of the moon turning towards the Aethyrite as he called back to her. "All in all though, I think you did good. With the aether and all. I'm really impressed! Thanks for letting me tag along."
In truth, he still had questions about her, ones he could not ask outright. She seemed so nervous, yet so on top of herself. Too reserved to be a native of the forest or Gridania, but the house, the way she spoke, it was clear she wasn't new here either. Still, the mention of her past, just in passing, was enough to pique his interest, to wonder what she would reveal over a few drinks. It never hurt to know about your friends, and he would like to consider her a friend!
Reaching the Aethyrite, he turned to her, and smiled softly, nodding to it. "Well, ready to head back?"