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Post by Winter on May 15, 2011 13:36:42 GMT 8
"Hm.. fae's dust, dragon's scales, bat's wings.. " The voice, melodious yet determine, permeated the still air around the white walled chamber. White cabinets lined the 3 walls; corner to corner. One was neatly filled with an assortment of books and parchments. The two were laden with boxes, canisters, urns and bottles of all shape and sizes. There was a work table, upon which a row of seven crystal canisters sat; each with a rune embossed on the lid. Nym-niire, the newly appointed Arch-mage of the Water Kingdom, peers into the fourth canister, thin brow furrowing with concern.
“Elee” She would call out, slender neck craning towards the entrance to the ante-chamber of the summoning room. “Elee!” Came another call after barely a minute. There came a shuffling of feet, swift yet somewhat a little too soft for a normal humanoid. “You bellowed, my lady Niire?” A quiet voice would echo around the room; soft enough to match the earlier footsteps. Nym-Niire would turn towards the small dwarf mage. He was young in age, perhaps around the same as the arch-mage herself. The blue-tinged, silver beard on his emotionless face barely touching his chest; and to many dwarven heritage, the beard is a sign of age and maturity.
“Elee” She would start, holding the seemingly empty canister in the air just parallel to her azure eyes, glaring at him as if expecting for him to furnish her with an explanation as to why the canister was half empty. “Yes, that would be my name, my lady. And that is a canister to hold an ingredient. However, seeing that I cannot make the rune atop the lid, I would..” Came the swift answer from the male mage, keeping his eyes on his leader though trying hard to hide the chuckle that boiled so near to his lips.
“Oh.. shut up. Did you know that the Salque En Sul is almost gone?” She glared at him, cutting his words effectively. It was not a time for humor. “It is an important ingredient to summon the portal, Elee. You know we will need to find more.” She tore her eyes away from the dwarf for a moment to peer into the canister. There were a few blades of the silvery blue grass left. “One, two.. nine. “There was hardly enough. At least six would be needed to conjure the portal to enter the Land of Wind.
There is no doubt about it. She will have to take a trip to the Kingdom of Wind and replenish her stock. The grass is the only means to allow her to conjure portals to travel to the land of the Wind. To enter any of the other Kingdoms through magical means, a substance from the continent must be part of the conjuring ingredients. And for the Kingdom of Wind, it is the common grass upon the hillsides of the Air dominant land. A shudder ran along her slender back, dreading the decision already. Not that she was afraid. She has taken too many trips as it is since her first portal travel so many years ago. The memory of that encounter with Naur Selu Arator still burns at the back of her mind. She shook her head once more.
But she must travel to the Kingdom of Wind immediately and it would not be an easy task. None of the Kingdoms were ready to trust their neighbors. Thanks to the Dark Lords minions who had succeeded in infiltrating their ranks and sending one against the other with lies and slander. Nym shook her head slowly, closing the canister and placing it back amongst the rest, moving her finger slightly to ensure the line was perfect. “What am I going to do with you, Elee” She would ask, though an answer was not expected. The young dwarf mage would then take a step back, bringing his small body to stand under the entrance to the ante-chamber, eyeing the arch-mage as she sat there unmoving.
When she finally moved, it was to turn towards him, staring intently on the young dwarf mage, as if trying to find an answer to a very complicated question. “My lady?” He would dare to call to her, taking another step backwards albeit a tiny one at that. “Hm? “ She would reply, azure eyes blinking as if awakened from a deep trance. “Oh.. get the items ready.” She would continue, pulling herself up, bringing slender form towards the middle of the room where a circular pool occupies a small area and barricaded by grey bricks.
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Post by Winter on May 15, 2011 14:09:53 GMT 8
Sul Selu Arator: The lazy breeze swept through the tall grasses that covered the hillside causing them to sway and shift almost as if they were dancing before one’s eyes. But also with in that breeze, it carried a soft humming of a unknown melody. The song appeared to be originated from the within the shadows below the out stretched branches, the old tree was gnarled and twisted like it was a frail old man and yet it could stand up to the fiercest winds this land could muster. Here sat a man in tatters, both in appearance and in state of mind.
Worn dark grey cloak was wrapped around his figure, and a hood was pulled up over his head as his figured lounged at the base of the tree, his back propped against the old rough bark of the tree and his feet out stretched in front of him on the dirt and low lying plant life.. Messy silver locks spilling out from under the hood would also sway in the lazy breeze and his rough looking stubble features would remain hidden behind not only the shadows of the hood but the shadows of the large old tree looming above..
Every now and the soft humming would stop as his right hand lifted a heavy alcohol filled jug to his lips, and then it would return as it was lowered back into his lap.. Each time the lazy breeze would also fade, and as soon as his humming picked back up so would the wind as if it personified his attitude at that moment.. A lazy care free breeze, just as he appeared to be nothing more then a lazy care free drunk loitering under the cover of a large old tree.
He was completely unaware of his control over the air around him, unaware of his potential and his past.. He was nothing more then what he appeared to be at least that is what he thought; all he knew was in the bottle he clutched firmly in his right hand. Another drink another day, that was the existence now that gripped the Sul Selu Arator.. Once proud Champion of Air trapped within a mental prison, unable to grasp what he was and what he can do he is left to wander and idly affect the air around him unintentionally and with out aim
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Post by Winter on May 15, 2011 14:34:33 GMT 8
Nym heaves a slow, steadying breath as she feels the air swirling around her lithe form as she rises from the small pool; gusts of cold wind welcoming her small form onto the land of the Winds, the gentle breeze curling and tugging at her blue attire. The shimmering portal begins to recede as soon as she stepped off, soundlessly narrowing until there was none; only the wet patch of grass evident to its former presence. Azure eyes would scout around her, wary of her unfamiliar surroundings.
Soon she would heave a quite sigh; there was not a soul to be seen. Not even a critter of the land. Though their manas were apparent. Some were bigger and stronger than the others; one was even close. But that was not going to deter the young arch-mage. If need be, she would fight one of those unknown beasts. She was not worried in the least as the other auras were too far in between to register as threats to her existence; uninvited yet again in a foreign land. She had never traveled so far away, the Southernmost part of the World, without company. But they were out of the main ingredient as it is. She could not accommodate even her small assistant.
A shrug would ensure. There was only her, a Water elementalist upon the hillside of the Kingdom of Wind; a would be thief. A smile would tug at the corners of her lips as she made her way up the small hill, eyes scanning the area for the particular grass that she was seeking for. Well, she will not stay beyond the necessary time to get the grass, already finding a patch. Now to get them and get out fast. Her mind would issue a reminder. A few more steps taken, climbing onto a flat ridge, she took out the small dagger that she carries on missions such as this, oblivious to the figure resting under a tree, just a few yards away from where she was.
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Post by Winter on May 15, 2011 15:46:16 GMT 8
There was quite a concentration of auras nearby; Nym was at least very sure of it by the way the immediate circle of her being was sizzling softly as the intangible fingers touched her own. Her hands fell to her sides; the one holding the dagger gripping it tighter against her palm. Surely, she was mistaken, for there was naught a soul to be seen out here before, a quaint hillside off of the main roads [she would assume since she had not seen any or heard the usual rumbling of carts or wagons; nor was there the normal sound of horses or even oxen pulling such vehicles]. But somehow one of the manas has grown stronger. And it was near. And then it came; the soft, deliberate hum, of human at least if not another humanoid race. She straightened her body to a stand from her previous bow, eyeing her surrounding slowly; following the sound of the man-made melody. Wary was evident in her blue irises but somehow, she had managed to keep herself calm. She had been discovered. There was no use to run or hide at that point. Even if she had wanted, there was nowhere to go except the line of trees from whence the sound had originated. And so swiftly she would turn to face the area, eyes soon finding the form reclining under a tree; the eyes hidden under the worn cowl, was surely watching her every move.
“Greetings”. She would offer, diving chin for a moment before taking a few slow steps forward, going against the breeze and the warning issued by her mind. However, her footsteps suddenly faltered, eyes receding into slits before widening once more; the mana patterns registering against hers. A strong mana indeed. This was not a common Alurian. He was something else. A man of rank. Memories flooded her reverie, of the encounter she had with two of the World’s champion. And this one, possesses a similar patterns. Nym remained unmoving, waiting for the entity to show itself; preparing to brace herself if the it decided to attack; summoning every morsel of water in the air, securing them like mist around her hands, ready for any eventuality.
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Post by Winter on May 15, 2011 16:16:12 GMT 8
Sky blues continue to stare and linger upon her form, admiring even.. After all he was but a man.. He took in her very form as she rose from her attempted theivery to stand there and scan about for his location using the soundsof his humming as guidence. He simply continued to hum and lounge there in his his lazy relaxed state, making no movement or effort to confront or stop her from taking what she came for. Seeing her move toward him in slow deliberate steps, and then hearing her words of greeting followed by her continued forward progression.
Those steps faulting as she gave in to the cautions of her inner self, her eyes widened as if in shock of something.. Her realization of what he was, what he still is even if it locked away with in the prison with in his mind showed all over her face and she remained there frozen.. The feeling with in his stomach, and the hairs on the back of his neck and arms the skin below those hairs tingled with this unseen electricity that swirling in the air coming from her direction.. He could feel the swelling of her mana as she prepared herself to take the defensive if he were to attack..
Still he made no move, again the winds would die down as his hums stopped.. Again his right hand would lift slowly and bring the jug toward his lips and he takes another lengthy sip of it before he lowered it, his left hand then pushed up toward the hood that covered the shabby mess of silver locks and he would thrust it backwards off of his head.. He would tilt his head to the side allowing those locks to sway out of the way and his scruff features to become visible in the dim shadow under the tree.. "Greetings indeed.."
He would respond in a calm and lazy fashion, and a light reddish flush would be upon his features making it clear he had been drinking for some time. His body shifted against the bark of the old large tree, he would then bend his left leg a bit and his left arm would drape over it in an idle fashion. He would then bring the jug upward and forward wiggling it a bit before he would speak out again a slight slur more apparent this time." Care for a drink?" His gaze continued to linger on her almost piercingly so as if they were trying to look through her or into her.
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Post by Winter on May 15, 2011 17:34:01 GMT 8
A drink? He was offering a drink instead of a challenge as to why she was there in the middle of nowhere. Well, a hillside of the region of Wind, of course. But a drink. Well, Nym wasn’t prepared for any encounters, let alone an invitation to share a drink. Not that she would trust a drink from the local, since she had no idea what the liquid contained in the jug would present. Azure eyes moved along with the lazy, deliberate movement of the obviously male Sulian. Whilst he remained uncaring to her motives; his auras exudes the patterns of authority. So similar to the ones she encountered so many years ago when she was but a young mage.
Nym would shake her head slowly before responding with words; her voice an unmistaken melody of the Northernmost nation. “No, but thank you for the offer”. She would begin; azure mirrors finding his careless stance a little odd given that she was a trespasser and he was someone of rank; at least his mana was suggesting. Why hasn’t he try to capture her or at least reprimand; ordering her off the land within the hour, like what had happened those years ago in the Kingdom of Earth. The memory brought a flush to her pale cheeks; the Naur Selu Arator unbecoming behavior was still unforgiven.
“I believe that I should be on my way, heruamin. But I must ask something of you” She continued after a few seconds of silence as she gathered her thoughts. “I am from the region of.. “ She debated on the truth; whether it was better to lie. Perhaps the Sulian was not aware of her origin. Perhaps she would pass for a Sulian herself; seeing that she wore no emblem of her own region. And the soft blue of her attire would somehow allow her to blend with the blue and grey colors of the region’s favored color for attire. “Not far from here. Just beyond the hill.” She glances back and pointed to a hill about a mile away. “I am here to collect some of the Salque on the slope behind me. I will not disturb you any longer.” She dipped her chin and make a turn to leave.
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Post by Winter on May 15, 2011 18:31:33 GMT 8
Continued to recline in that carefree fashion, his finger tips of his left hand drumming lightly upon his knee cap as his right hand lofted the jug upward a bit and he would bring it back toward his ear giving it a idle shake.. His face shifted in appearence as if the sound the liquid made inside of it was not to his liking, even a look of worry was directed slightly in her direction concerning the offer that was made to her.. Sky blues remain transfixed upon her beconing her to answer his offer swiftly, and as she declined a sigh of relief would be expelled followed by a rye smile and a deep chuckle..
" Tis a shame.. " He would throw out in a idle facade that he was actually sorry that she wouldnt share a drink with him, inside however he was glad that he could keep what remains for himself cause the jug was less then half way full. Arching a brow upward he simply continued to stare at her as she motioned off toward another hill and started to make a statement instead asking something, when she had started off saying she was going to ask something.. He simply shifted upon the earth below him and pushed his elbow into the rough bark and he pushed at it and glided up to his feet with a bit of a stumble forward out of the shade.
Standing his full height now under the heated rays of the sun above, he would arch back and glance upward toward the sky. His left hand shot up and hung over his eyes as if to shield them, and then sky blues after having adjusted to the sudden brightness would be leveled upon the woman again.. Her words something with in his gut told him that she was lying, normaly he would ignore such gut feelings and carry on drinking but something from with in pulled at him to speak out." No need to lie to a vagabond such as my self.. " he would pause a moment and he would lift his shoulders in a idle shrug before bringing the jug upward to take another lengthy sip of it..
Exhaleing loudly once he pulled it from his lips, they gleamed with moisture before pink muscle darted out to sweep them clean.. His left hand would move to meet his right to push the cork back into the mouth of the jug and then he would be secured to his belt on his right hip. A stronger gust of wind would swirl wildly around him causing the cloak around him to whip in the wind and lift showing tattered attire below and a sword fixed upon his back with the hilt poking out by his right hip and longer then normal dagger on his left hip. He was indeed armed and it appeared as if he had seem some rough times just from the look of his attire as well as his face.
Still he would stand there just as carefree and relaxed as he had been when he was lounging in the shade of large old tree, and he would start to speak again. "Lying takes away from your over all appeal.." He would say in a blunt fashion as if he care not if it came across rude.
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Post by Winter on May 15, 2011 18:32:00 GMT 8
It was strange that such a strong mana would belong to a vagabond. But surely, he was not just a common outcast. The auras of his mana was too potent and congruent to belong to just a commoner. Not even a soldier of summoning abilities would have such congruency. But something else was there in the flows of his living mana. An interruption to the field of his auras was felt; a lingering glitch that seemed to be alien. A man made or of nature, she couldn’t tell. Though she was certain that it was not a permanent issue; at least she had hoped it would not be. The potential of this individual was too great, in her mind’s eye.
Nym’s steps would recede upon hearing his reply; a sharp intake of breath was taken. A liar. So she was though the title was abhorred. Heaving a resigned sigh, she would turn slowly to face the Sulian, capturing the stagger and the obvious disdain to the bright light that would definitely attack his eyes as he peered into the late afternoon sky. She held her stance, crossing arms under her ample mounds; azure mirrors belying nothing of the tumult within. Like her predicament so many years ago in the Earth Kingdom, she is once again without the means to get back to Pinquelek. Though the ingredients lay awaiting for her to retrieve not a few yards away.
“I am trying not to lie.” She would offer, having found it ridiculous to be standing there under scrutiny by an obviously drunk citizen of the Kingdom of Wind. No matter what his mana was suggesting, he was acting every bit an outcast. “I am a.. was a citizen of the Kingdom of Water. I am no longer in their service. A traveler, lowly witch, if you please. Here to collect some herbs.” She continued quietly, hoping her answers would satisfy the vagabond and then in turn will leave her be to carry on with her mission and leave the land.
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Post by Winter on May 18, 2011 12:58:52 GMT 8
Sul Selu Arator: Taking in her words as she spoke them, his head would shake from side to side.. And without another sound he would pivot on his heel and turn his back toward her, he would then take a stumbled step toward the tree once more and his left hand would snap forward to grasp it for balance.. He would then let out a deep cough before his hands would lower and he would start to adjust his trousers, pulling himself free he would arch back a bit and then let out a deep sigh.. The flow of his urine would be heard splashing upon the ground behind the large old tree, without even a hint of shame that a beautiful woman was just behind him as he relieved himself..
Once he was finished he would tuck himself back into his trousers before rolling once more on his heel allowing his body to stumble and fall back to lean upon the rough bark of the tree with in the shade once more.. His arms dropping to his side and he would just shake his head again " It is beyond me why such a beauty would feel compelled to lie to simple vagrant.. " He would throw out in such a manner after her words as if to say he didn’t much believe the second bit of info that came out of her mouth either. But this time it was just more of a real gut feeling and less having to do with his unknown ability to sense her mana and get a feel of where she was from cause of it..
His head would then lull back gradually toward the bark of the tree and his pale lids would close fully over the sky blues, he left himself wide open to any kind of attack as he simply leaned there off balance his wits and senses dulled and his eyes closed to the world around him.. But even so there wasn’t even a hint of worry, and once more a breeze would start to swirl as he returned to humming.. The grasses swayed and a small tornado of leaves would dance about just to his right..
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Post by Winter on May 18, 2011 13:00:08 GMT 8
If she was anyone but Nym-Niire, the former renegade mage of the Water Kingdom, she would have died of shock from his blatant disregard of common courtesy. Instead, she watches as the Sulian proceeded with his business; the sound he made and the trickling of his liquid waste, causing a soft snicker to erupt from blue tinged lips. The wind had begun to play once again, curling and tugging at the her garments; trying to entice her arctic cold skin to produce goose bumps, it would seem but alas she was one very in tuned with the cold and wily wisps of breeze would not do anything to the already cool surface of her skin.
Eyebrow would loft however upon hearing his words; azure eyes following his movement still as he turn around to stagger forth and lean his lean form against a tree. He was clearly intoxicated by the drink he has secured to his belt. Though his words were still coherent and intelligent. Of course she was not a mere mage, the emblem she wore on her left hip would be evident enough if one were familiar with the crest of the Kingdom of Water. “I am not lying to you, Sulian. I am a person of magic, if you will and I am here to collect herbs”. She offered quietly, turning to face the patch of Salque en Sul not two yards away from her. “And I wish not to waste your time any longer than necessary”
She nodded, glancing towards the Sulian; eyes widening slightly as his auras seemed to radiate a signature so familiar, she was quite sure now that he is someone of importance to the Air Nation.
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Post by Winter on May 18, 2011 13:01:44 GMT 8
Sul Selu Arator: The small swirlling torrent of wind would fade and the rustling leaves and the swaying grass would fall still all as his humming fell silent and his pale lids lifted and his sky blues fell back upon the water mage.. Listening to her speak out toward him once more, taking in her words as she again would say she is not lying and that she was a person of magic. He would simply stare at her still and again he would shake his head and he would let out a deep chuckle of his own as he would push from the bark of the tree to step out toward her and once again into the light. This time he would not sheild his eyes or flinch at the brightness, he simpy took a few steps more..
Pale thin lips would part and then close again, he would just let out a deep sigh that would cause a strong gust of wind to shoot forward from behind him and fly in her direction.. Not stong enough to make her lose balance but it would be a very noticable gust. His lips would then part once more as he finally started to speak." Well, person of magic.. " He would pause and offer a bit of a smirk, and he would then look toward the grasses that she seemed to covet by the gazes she had cast toward them and from a moment ago when she was looming over it with her dagger.. "I dont see the reason you felt you needed to explain or defend yourself to a drunk wanderer"
Broad shoulders would incline upward in a idle fashion and he would sway a bit infront of her, his gaze dropping toward the ground and he would attempt not to fall or lose balance.. His left hand would lift and come back toward his torso and his palm would splay out against his chest and his right hand would settle upon his hip and his thumb would hook into his belt as he leaned forwad a bit. He would then chuckle again as if he found his lack of balance amusing at that moment in time..
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Post by Winter on May 18, 2011 13:02:15 GMT 8
The gust of air had died as suddenly as they had come; the soft material of her gown falling into place on her slender form, displaying the expanse of naked skin once again. She watches him still, keeping to her station just on the edge of the low ridge, ready it would seem to flee if he so tried to attack, though from his careless behavior, attacking was far from his mind. A frown creased upon her flawless features; wonder swirling in her ever conscious mind. His auras exude of authority, yet here he was acting like a common vagabond. The drunken sway in his gait was evidence but even those intoxicated steps exude a fighting skill that may be lost to the Sulian. At least, it was assumed by the Water mage.
And then it hits her, as he stumbled closer, the familiar mana and its intangible auras hit her own with a force so great, she herself stumbled back a couple of steps. Azure eyes would widen in surprise as she finally recognized the mana flow. “Sul Selu Arator..” She managed to whisper soon after, keeping her gaze intently on his features, the silver locks that swayed in the lazy air, singing his praises. “But why are you in this state? Why aren’t you out there searching for the.. “ The words died on her lips as brows furrowed in suspicion.
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Post by Winter on May 18, 2011 13:03:16 GMT 8
Sul Selu Arator: Pale lids would lift and those sky blues would widen as well as he watched her reaction, noticing the reaction she had in that moment seeing her stumble back wide eyed and he would lift his hand and point in her direction with a gloved digit.. " You look like you have had enough.." He would say in a mock motherly manner, something that he has heard so many times. He again would chuckle and while doing so lose his balance completely and fall backwards, his entire form falling to the earth but as he fell it seemed as if a cushion of hair swirled below his falling body to soften the landing.. Slumped there in the grass and among the dirt he would then mumble to himself..
"And it seems I have not had enough yet " His right hand moving to the jug tugging it from his belt and bringing it up so that he could tug the cork from it and start to drink.. Taking a few quick swallows he would lower it to his lap only to glance back up at her, having missed her whisper of his former title but then catching her questioning his stat and why he wasent searching.. Her speech having cut short he would simply loft a silver brow upward and he would just watch her curiously before speaking out " My State? Searching?.. " He would then pause and look to himself and then his Jug and he would give it a little shake.." I suppose I should start searching for a place to get a refill.. " Lengthy torso would gradually elongate as his body stretched and flopped back into the lengthy grass, his elbow pushing into the earth to support his lean as he would simply lounge and bring the jug back up to his lips to take another lengthy sip enjoying himself.
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Post by Winter on May 18, 2011 13:03:55 GMT 8
Nym would watch as the Arator of Wind fell back onto his back on his way to close the distance between them, though there was an unseen cushion, softening his fall onto the grass riddled ground. Chin would shake in disbelief at the uncharacteristic antics of a Selu Arator. But what would she know about one, seeing her own kingdom’s champion is still missing after the war ended so many years ago. She heaved a resigned sigh as his words came to caress her ears; her body already set to move further away from where he layed sprawled on the grassy slope; the jug finding perch in his grasp once again. Nym was pressed for time seeing the light has started to wane; the great orb has begun to sink on the highest mountain top just yonder from the hills they were on.
“Well, clearly, you have no idea of whom or what you are, Sulian” She offered in a cold tune though it came off with more than a little concern for his wellbeing. Even when their two countries were not on the best of terms, she still regards all the arators as champions that would bring the world together again and keep the peace. “I hope you will find whatever it is you are searching for. I have to leave..” She bows her head for a moment before retreating slowly, taking a few backward steps before turning away; eyes already grazing the patch of Salque. She will have to steal at least a grasp full to conjure the portal back to her homeland. She will return in a day or two to get the rest. Nodding, she made her way towards the foot of the hill.
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Post by Winter on May 18, 2011 13:05:35 GMT 8
Sul Selu Arator: Head would cant back and his thin pale lips would part widely as a very loud and lengthy yawn was released into the air around him, he would remain where he fell lounging upon the grass his tattered cloak loosely draped around him and his right hand still firmly wrapped around the neck of the jug as it sat upon his lap.. He would look once more toward the water mage, listening to her words as she spoke of his lack of knowledge as to who or what he really is and he would shake his head and chuckle " I think I know who I am.. " shifting the jug, almost waving it as if to dismiss her words " I am a drunk vagabond. I think you are the one with a identity crisis, or at least you are unable to speak of it."
He would refer back to her less then truthful stance earlier in their conversation, he would say nothing further on the issue and he would simply let his sky blues linger upon her as she spoke again and then bowed before backing away and then turned.. He would take another lengthy swig of the alcohol and he would let out another sigh followed by another gust of wind just like before and he would speak out in a soft tone in her direction " Enjoy your Grass.. " He would simply say before he let his torso slump all the way flat in the grass, he would simply lay there staring at the ever darkening sky as the sun would gradually set behind mountains and cast the world into darkness like it does every night.
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