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Post by Nym~Niire on Sept 17, 2011 13:46:43 GMT 8
Noah:: He'd been wandering through the air region for days. If it weren't for the fact that he could feel where he was, he would call himself lost. With the only guide his energies, he continued on. Not really knowing what he was looking for, more or less going on a his feelings, his feet carried him onward. A small pack he'd brought with him contained the tools necessary to cook whatever he found, and his only weapon the mana he held sway over, he walked on. The sun had begun to set, leaving long casting shadows all around. Spotting a gathering of trees near a large rock formation, he decided it best to stop for the night there. Setting up camp, he started building a fire to keep him warm. Once that had been done, he pulled out the mat he'd brought with him and rolled it up. -c- mortality_defines_us: using it as a pillow, he laid next to the fire and closed his eyes. Aside from that rock formation, and a few sparse trees around him, the land was flat and uneventful. Closing his eyes, he began to relax and unwind. He'd been traveling since this morning, and had worked himself tired in training his skills. He had to keep himself sharp, should something unplanned ocurred. ::
Nym: She would be so quiet; as quiet as the air around her. Footfalls were whispers against the grass riddled floor, azure eyes wandering as far as they may see. There were small flickers of manas around her; probably from critters settling in to for the looming night. Twilight was upon them, the Glaring Orb they call the Sun has started to shy away into the horizon. The small form of the Water mage, slipped from the cluster of trees and onto a beaten path. She had risked being caught again to find the blue-grey grass found only on the hillsides of continent where the Air is dominant. A soft heave of breath was taken as she rounded the last tree; a surge of mana, a familiar one at that, washed over her.
Her footsteps soon receded as she peers into the clearing of sorts; there was evident of fire; the flames dancing in the soft evening breeze. Nym would assess the prone figure, lying on the ground; its auras exudes colors so familiar that the wheels within her mind had started to turn, bringing her back to years prior. “Young kemen warrior..” Her mind would whisper. Feet would move on their own accord as a knowing smile tugged at the corners of her blue tinged lips. One would think that Nym is a citizen of the Air Kingdom by her free-spirited stance and demeanor. But of course her physical and façade would tell them differently. She was clad in the usual deep see blue, an authentic color of the North. The emblem of the School of Magic, rested securely on her left hip; holding the garment of her attire in place. In her hand was the staff she had carried so many years ago in the Kingdom of Earth. Steadily and stealthily she approaches.
Noah :: With hands behind his head, he relaxed into the warmth of the fire. With his eyes shut, he couldn't see anyone or anything coming up. Though, he could feel much more. Through his mana, he could feel the earth beneath him. Closing his mind to such energies, he let himself relax further. After days of travel, and inense training, he'd grown tired. Perhaps tomorrow I should rest he thought to himself in quiet contemplation. The feel of the breeze against his bared upper body was a nice feeling. It sent goose bumps all along his skin as it traveled. Having removed his tunic before laying down, his muscles were bared to the world. Not overly bulging or rippling with them, like some overgrown Mr. Universe, but rather toned and tanned. Having been in the earth region his whole life, and spending most of it outside, he'd darkened his skin nicely. Tan line were about his body from various items that had once been adorned. The only tattoo, the symbol of his region. Occupying most of his back, now laying against the earth. Others had chosen to show their pride by adding the symbol to their clothing. Noah had chosen to add it to his skin, so that he may carry it with him, wherever he may go.
A monk had once asked him why he chose to mark himself in a manner that would go unnoticed by most people anyways, to which he replied that though his pride may go unnoticed, it would always be on his mind. Now, laying there with his top bared, the thought made him smile. With a small movement, he found a comfortable spot and let his mind go completely blank and further slip towards getting to sleep. It wouldn't be long.
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Post by Nym~Niire on Sept 17, 2011 13:47:53 GMT 8
Nym: Nimble steps carried her forth; slowly but surely towards the familiar form. [Well, familiar since she has felt his auras before though years has gone by since that fateful day] The mischievous smile continues to dance upon her lips. Knowing that the mana pattern was not of the locals, her often dismissed nature of playfulness was allowed to come out. At least for a few more minutes; she would promise her protesting mind. She was on a mission to retrieve more to Salque En Sul; the main ingredient for portal summoning to the continent of the Winds. But for now, she would set the mission on the shelves; putting her curiosity first and foremost, glee bubbling in her throat but was subdued with a wide smile.
Her footsteps would falter as she came to stand before his half naked form; eyes roaming the expanse of tanned skin, bared from the waist up. The hair ruffled from his journey, mayhap from fighting hooligans and thieves who had dared to cross his path. But what was he doing here, in the Kingdom of Wind? She would ask herself; a slender finger coming to rest upon cold lips. Surely, not after the same item as she for he was clearly not of mage lineage. His mana was too strong and potent to be one. A mage’s mana would have a trace of chaos in it from all the innate and learnt magic. A bout of giggle would boil on her tongue but swiftly swallowed to prevent her presence be known to his slumbering form.
She was enjoying this moment. It was not often that one would find a foreigner like herself roaming the land. But then again, it wasn’t often that she has had the pleasure of such escapades. Memory beckons her back to the day when she had met this very kemenite those years ago. Although he has shown her and the Naurian mercy; she could not help but to feel a little superior at the moment. . And now she has something to taunt him with. He was himself a fugitive in this Kingdom of Wind. Containing her mischief no longer, she lowered the staff; the crescent end coming to tap on his boots. “Wake up!” She would issue a sharp greeting.
Noah:: His rest up to the coming interruption had been well earned. All of his tensions had been released; every frustration forgotten. That is... until he felt the tap at his boot. Before he could even formulate a thought as to whom it could be, he was stricken awake by the loud and abrupt statement from her. He nearly jumped out of his own skin at the way he'd been woken up. Very rarely could one sneak up on one as in tune with the ground as he was. But he'd shut out his senses to better fall asleep. Jumping off of the ground, and a good foot backwards, he landed on his ass and just glared at her. His own golden speckled brown eyes gazed into hers, and then it sparked.
Just as she had remembered him, he now remembered her. That aura was as familiar as any other he'd felt. It was one of his traits, memory. And how could he forget such a lovely face, either. Though his eyes and face showed nothing, in his mind, he thanked the land for sending her to him. A sight for sore eyes he thought to himself. His facial features shown nothing but frustration at having been woken up. Slowly he stood up. Rising to his full height of six feet, he crossed his arms over his chest and stared at her. Remaining silent before her, he waited for her next words, doubting not that she would speak.
Nym: A hand rose to cover blue-tinged lips; not one to hide her feelings whenever the mischievous streak would rear its silly head. She has had numerous scolding from her superiors and late parents over her tendency to show inappropriate behavior [the Aluian was a race who believes that petty emotions are unbecoming of a superior race]. But she was far from Alu and she is letting herself go for this once. Eyes, laughter evident in their azure depths; watches his antics, from leaping off to land on his backside to the frown on his face. Perhaps one could say he was a handsome young kemenite; his features were finely chiseled, a body perfectly tone and his skin boast of a glowing tan.
All of which was unfamiliar to the young archmage. So used to the cold facades her fellow Aluians. Her male counterparts would be tall, alabaster pale and with sharp features. When he pulled himself up, a soft gasp ensued; azure mirrors widening slightly as they registered how tall the kemenite warrior was. He was a good foot taller than she was and wide was his shoulders that she would very well hid behind him and no one will ever suspect her whereabouts. This brought a giggle to escape from her lips. After a good minute, she was able to re-compose herself; wiping at the corners of her eyes where droplets of tears had spilled. “What are you doing here…?” Was all she could manage.
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Post by Nym~Niire on Sept 17, 2011 13:48:15 GMT 8
Noah: Once he had stood to his full height, he saw just how much he overshadowed her. Never one to confuse size with power, he warily regarded her. His eyes took in everything there was to see about her. Every facial feature, the frame of her shoulders, the curves of her bosom, the width of her hips, down to the length of her legs. Yes, she was very small when compared to him, but even he knew big dynamite came in small packages. The cold features of her body struck him as quite odd. Having spent his entire life in his own home region, he'd only known tan and well built appearances. Having such an opposite to himself stand before him was quite awe inspiring. And again, he kept his own facial expression as solid as stone.
Studying her while he stood there, hearing her speak brought him back to reality. His eyes met hers before he spoke. Even though he'd done quite well at hiding his expressions, a tinge of a smile showed forth for a brief moment before fading once more as he spoke. " I could ask you the same... mage." His take on her led him to believe that she had not gone through the rigorous physical training that he had to become what he now was. He still stood there, arms across his chest, contemplating her question. Even he didn't know what he was doing in the wind region. All he knew is he was looking for something, and he'd know what when he found it. ::
Nym: Recomposing herself after that uncharacteristic display of an Aluian, Nym would find her eyes beginning to study his form too. Being surrounded all her life with her pale skinned counterparts; the glowing hue of his tanned skin fascinates her. He was not as muscular as the denizens of the Naur or even the humans on smaller outer continents that littered the seas between the four main continents. But he was well built and strong, judging from the well toned muscles evident on his tall form. Her subconscious mind would picture her hands touching his chest, to feel the warmth and sinews under his beautiful skin. Nym would shake her had ruefully, scolding herself for going that far even in her mind.
When their eyes met, it was to be the first time and she held on to those piercing gaze as his words grazes her ears. The hint of a smile was noted but before she could reciprocate with one of her rare ones, it disappeared. His tone, emotionless as it would sound, was almost accusing in its timbre. A corner of her lips would rise in a smirk, tapping the blunt tip of her staff idly against the black orca skin boots. “I am here on an errand..” She offered. And she was indeed on an errand; one she had taken the liberty to undertake without the knowledge of the Supreme Summoner, the Sorceress Yalar of Alu. But he need not know of that fact for she will be gone as soon as she retrieves as much of the grass as she can.
Noah: :: Noticing her eyes studying his build, he began to wonder what was going on in that mind of hers. Judging from the look in her eyes, she'd never seen someone like him before. From how her appearance was, he could only imagine how the rest of her people looked. Still, there was a silent allure about her. Being very careful not to let his thoughts take a manifest on his face, he thought about those cold features. There was a certain something surrounding her, some bit of mystery, that intrigued him. Putting those thoughts to the back of his mind, he let his eyes close and inhaled slowly. She had spoken, and he would think of his response carefully, before speaking in turn. With a soft exhale, he felt himself relax before her.
Such an unexpected presence, she was, and he found himself a little bewildered at how flustered he was. He'd seen plenty of beautiful women in his own homeland. Taller, more muscular, and tanned as he was. He thought it had something to do with being new to him. Such things were not uncommon. His eyes opened slowly, a few moments later. Parting his lips to speak, that powerful voice carried forth once more. :: An errand, you say. Hm....... and what sort of errand would bring such a fragile woman out into harsh wilderness? :: He knew she was more than likely capable of protecting herself, but he wanted to see just how easy it was to get under her skin. Perhaps she would reveal a small bit of information to him if he succeeded. :: -
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Post by Nym~Niire on Sept 17, 2011 13:48:39 GMT 8
Nym: The smirk continued to tug at the corner of her lips as azure eyes locked with that of golden hues. He was very good with hiding his feelings as there was naught to be seen on his strong features. As cold as her element, if one would be so bold to refer to his nonchalance facade. “Fragile? Do I seemed fragile to you, Kemenite?” She would offer coldly yet melodious in its tone; a natural melody to all Aluian; like the flow of cold water between crevices of ice blocks in the Water Kingdom of Pinquelek. She relinquishes her hold of his gaze for a few moments to glance around the dark shadows gathering and dancing from the flickers of his small fireplace. “I would not call this area a wilderness rather a beautiful hillside when the Glowing Orb is present.
Though it is rather harsh now since the Darkness has claimed the land.” “But I am a woman no less. And with no escorts to call my own”. She would nod lightly, the smirk evolving into a faint smile as she studied his façade for a reaction of sorts. Surely he is not a man immune to the wiles of a female. “Are you going to protect me then whilst I go about my errand?” She continued, keeping his golden gaze in hers still; the evening breeze has taken a liking to her form, it would seem, swirling around her, tugging and pulling lightly as the loose garment of her attire, exposing much of her naked mid section. Being bred and born in the Icy Tundra, cold was nothing to the pale bluish skin.
Noah: :: Though he'd been very good at keeping himself as solid as the land they'd been standing on, he was still a man. Strong as he may be, the games she was playing with him were taking their toll on his reserves of will power. As it stood right now, his will power was being severely tested. The words she spoke elicited a slight smile from his lips; the first sign of his losing battle to control his willpower. Truly, he was not immune to the wiles of women such as her. And hearing her question brought a loft to his brow. Him, protecting her? It was in his nature to protect the weak, as he'd done so in many previous battles. With her in his gaze, he thought about it. It wasn't like he had anything better to do. And the fact that he was alone in a strange land meant that any extra help would be more than welcome should trouble find him.
He noticed her adjusting her attire, and his eyes lowered to her midriff, spotting the exposed flesh there. Feeling a slight stir within him, he raised his view back up to meet her gaze. Shivering at the cool breeze across the land, it was then he noticed that his fire was slowly dying. Thank heaven for this distraction. He knelt down and grasped some of the wood nearby that he'd piled up. Placing it in the flames, he watched his fire come back to life. With his eyes still on the fire, hands extended towards the warmth provided, he answered her. :: And what would such protection warrant from yourself, mage? Perhaps I might be more inclined to accompany you if I had more than mage to call you, as well.
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Post by Nym~Niire on Sept 17, 2011 13:49:03 GMT 8
Nym: Seeing the smile, would cause hers to spread even wider, tingle of emotions so expertly suppressed by years of rigorous trainings, playing havoc games at the back of her mind; which was of course a rare occurrence to the young arch-mage. By the standards of their World, she was indeed very young having barely reached her 200th years of existence. To date, she is the youngest Arch-mage, though only by age. She has been training for the position since she was barely 100 years of age when the Great War was fought against the Dark Lord and his minions. And now, 10 years after the end of war and the demise of most of her elders, she was appointed, well rather handed, the title. And her group of mages was no older than she is.
Her azure gaze captured the change in his demeanor, from his body language that he had tried to control. But he is after all of flesh and blood, and susceptible to the cold air no less, seeing how shivers would wreck his tall form. A soft chuckle would emit from her lips, perhaps too low for him to register as he turned his attention to the dying fire. Nym continued to watch his every movement; marveling at the glow of his skin where the shadows dances from the flickering light. “I am Nym-Niire, mage of the Water Kingdom”. She offered soon after; glancing around them then, half expecting eyes to peer from the darkness of the foliage, before returning her gaze on the crouching Kemenite warrior.
Noah: :: Now that he'd begun to sense his growing weakness in the presence of this woman, he returned his energies to sensing out the land around them. It was his own defensive tactics. By letting himself sense the land around him, he could draw from it the calmness and serenity of the land, while at the same time letting him feel if there were any strange manas coming his way. For now, he could sense nothing out of place. In his years of training, he'd learned to feel the earth beneath him, and around him. Miles in every direction, and even into the mountainous regions in the distance. Just a small measure of the skills he'd learned since being crowned the arator of his kingdom. By far, not the youngest arator, but young enough to know he was in over his head back then.
But now he had been seasoned by the war he had taken part in. He'd not dealt with much more than fire, but he'd proven to be more than a match for the groups he'd faced. Training himself to move the land itself, he'd come to understand just how much his stamina was important in battle. As it stood now, he could fight endlessly for a few days. Returning his gaze to meet hers, he offered a simple smile once more. :: Then, Nym-niire.... you have a protector. My name is Noah... I am the arator of the Earth Kingdom.
Nym: She would nod to his reply, the smile still evident on her blue tinged lips; eyes capturing his once more. It was as she had sensed, from the congruent mana flow to the strong current of auras surrounding his form. Similar was the feeling she had felt so many years ago when they first encountered each other in his Homeland. Nym would move slightly away, the warmth of the fire has started to affect her exposed skin; tiny stings singed the cold, naked expanse. Finding a formation of protruding rocks upon the surface of ground just a couple of yards away from where he crouched still, the Water mage would rest the crescent top staff against it; the off-white surface gleaming like polished Ivory.
Planting her ample rear on a flat surface, she would press her knees together, resting her elbows on her knees; bending slightly forth, showing much of her exposed chest. “The Arator himself? This is such a privilege for a lowly mage such as I to have such a highly ranked warrior to be my protector.” She replied softly. “And what is the Arator of Earth doing in the Land of the Winds?” She would continue, a perfectly shaped eyebrow would rise slightly. “Surely you know that the Sulian would not react kindly to trespassers such as you.. and I”. She would add like an afterthought; hiding a knowing smile as memories brought back the scenario where they had first met, or rather encountered each other.
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Post by Nym~Niire on Sept 17, 2011 13:49:48 GMT 8
Noah: Noting the appearance of her skin, the warmth of his fire had probably bothered her. Almost subconciously, he lifted a hand and waved it along the fire. Between her and those bright flames, a wall of earth grew. Tall enough to block it completely as well as keep it's warmth focused to the other side. He stood and moved to the other side of the fire. If one were paying attention, it was an open invitation to move closer. Turning round to take a glance upon her once more, his eyes fell upon the flesh of her more than exposed chest. Like all men, he stared longer than he expected to. With a soft cough, to hopefully distract her from noticing, he removed his gaze and knelt once more by the fire. His lips curled into a smile once more at her words.
How could this woman continually affect him so much? Normally, he kept his features as solid as stone. Though since he'd discovered who she was, and that they'd briefly met years ago, he'd found himself a little too comfortable around her. Drawing his attention back to the fire, he reached for his mat, and brought it back to rest under his head. Stretching out to lay down once more, he would look to her once more. :: I am traveling the lands, looking for something. Though I am not sure as to what I am looking for. :: It was not in his nature to lie, and he would not lie to even such a stranger as her. :: Thankfully, Sulian is unaware as to my presence here. And I am doing what I can to keep it that way.
Nym: She issues a knowing smile; watching his features change as his feasts on her exposed skin for those few stolen minutes. He is in every way a hot, blooded male. So unlike her fellow Aluian who prefers to keep their emotions in check, finding it a form of weakness to show even the slightest bit of interest to the opposite gender. But that is not to say that her brethrens are emotionless beings. Emotions are reserved to be shared in the privacy of chambers, or so she was told by her peers and elders. One would not find show of affections in public. One would only assume that two Aluians are an item by the way they react to each other. The common gesture would be to lean closer when communicating. That brought a snicker to her lips.
Well, Nym was one of the rarest few who could not, by the life of her, hide the emotions in check for long. As a young mage, so many years ago, feelings and emotions would reflect in the depth of her azure eyes as they were felt, though she had control over her features by then and much to the chagrin of her superiors. But over the years of studying and practice, she had managed to keep much of those petty feelings suppressed. Though tonight, she was prepared to push those practiced skills away and let her emotions show. Seeing that he has taken the trouble to surround the fire with the earth, Nym would offer a smile. “Then, we should not make our presence known to them”. She would simply hold to his gaze; wondering if she should impart with some of the knowledge she holds in regards to the world’s arators mysterious call to wander the continents.
Noah: He would simply nod at her words, his eyes staying on the blaze before him. It had been a slip of his control to gaze upon her exposed flesh. And now that image seemed to be burned into his mind. For once, he wished his memory wasn't as good as it was. The curvature of her ample bosom remained at the foremost part of his thoughts, and he knew closing his eyes would only make the image that much more vivid. Silently, he cursed himself for having stared, that much was easy to see as he furrowed his brow a little. And shaking the images from his mind was proving much more difficult than he'd thought. Once more, he let his energy take upon the land, drawing more serenity from it as he had before. His eyes shut, and again he took a deep breath, letting the exhale go slowly.
The next - mistake he made was to speak his thoughts aloud. More than accustomed to being by himself, he would normally voice his thoughts out loud to better grasp his problems. :: "She is only a woman.... " After speaking it, he realized that she could hear him. His eyes opened swiftly, and his eyes turned to meet hers. He changed the topic quickly, answering her question. A soft almost nervous tone to his voice. :: Um.... I agree..
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Post by Nym~Niire on Sept 17, 2011 13:50:12 GMT 8
Nym: Eyes kept their gaze upon his prone form; capturing every small movement of his features, from the furrowing of brows to the soft shaking his head, noting the blond of his hair, disarrayed from his travels. And then came that careless retort; more to himself and to anyone, but was heard nonetheless. Nym would issue a bout of laughter; head falling backward to expose slender neck to the fire glow before chin would dip back to its former stance, the trickle of laughter flowing unrestrained like before. “I am more than just a woman, Arator” She offers softly, rising to her full height to saunter closer to where he lies.
Planting herself just out of reach of the fire’s warmth and just an arm’s length from his head, she watches the dancing fire. “I have something to share with you, Arator”. She would begin; the melodious tune had turned into an echo of its colder timbre. “As you know, the world is now in shambles. The Kingdoms are being rebuilt to its former state. Much of our cities are in ruins.” She glances down at him; offering a soft smile. “in order for swift recovery, we all need a certain amount of the other elements. Although each of us has forms of the other elements in our continent, it would take a long time to gather the resources.” She nodded to the fire; ignoring the tingles where the warmth would caress.
Noah: :: At hearing himself say something meant for his own ears become a laughing stock for her, he could not help but join in and laugh as well. Finding it funny, that he'd let himself get comfortable around such a stranger. Rather than reply to her statement, he simply nodded. Indeed, she was more than a woman. Though, he would not underestimate her power despite her being so young. This war had made even the youngest of warriors he'd known grow up quite fast. Watching her move closer, he propped himself up onto his elbow and kept eye contact. Her lithe form making it's way nearer to him would've driven a normal man up the wall. Thankfully, he had more restraint than he gave himself credit for.
The wall between the fire and her shifted as his mana was used to keep her further shielded from the heat it generated. No doubt it bothered her, but he had so stated to be her protector for the time being. He felt it courteous to at least do this for her. Then she spoke of sharing something. Intently listening to her words, his eyes met hers as she talked. Once she had finished speaking, for the moment at least, he thought about what she could mean. :: "Nym-niire... I must confess that it feels as if you are going to ask for something of me.
Nym: The fire would dance in azure eyes; the smile would reside on her lips, a faint blush apparent on her pale features from the heat waves that had dared to escape the walls he created so considerately. She would not take him as one of the many ignorant denizens of the continents, for he is the Arator of Earth; a rank highest in the four major kingdoms. He is the savior and protector of his people and knowledge of the other elements would be one of his many. She tore her gaze from the flickering light, to face him, bringing her knees up to rest her arms on their tops; loose strands of blue-black hair falling to caress her upper arm. “I am not asking for anything, Arator. Aside from being my company for the night”. She would reply in a whisper-like tune.
“And I am about to part with a secret that would be deemed blasphemous by our elders”. She would add, closing eyelids over azure eyes as she fought with her inner-self; parting with the secret mission of the arators would be seen as a sin and punishable by death. Yet somehow, she feels compelled to share it with this young Arator, risking her life. Surely, being so far away from her homeland and from the auras around them, imparting the knowledge would not be such a bad move. No one will know but the two of them. Slowly eyelids would raise, azure gaze searching to recapture his golden one. <e>
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Post by Nym~Niire on Sept 17, 2011 13:50:36 GMT 8
Noah: :: Through the combination of being so tired, and the warmth of the fire he found his eyelids getting heavier and heavier. For now, though, he was able to stay awake due to the company he was keeping at the moment. With a soft yawn, he shifted his position to laying down once more. With his attention still on her, he placed his hands beneath his head and stretched just a little. The words she uttered first made him chuckle a little. :: "Well I am pleased that my company can be of use to you, mage." :: Her next words had his full, undivided attention. A secret? What could she mean? he thought to himself. Across his face, a quizzical look took hold.
Laying there beside the fire, his mind raced with the possibilities of what she could know that was important enough to warrant the look on her face. Noting the way her facial muscles twitched along her cheeks, this secret was something that could get her into alot of trouble. And her eyes closing added more to his suspicions. Whatever it was, he knew she would only share it if he proved to her that it would not leave the two of them. :: "I can assure you, Nym-niire, that whatever you tell me will be something I keep until my last breath is taken. "
Nym: She could feel the slumbering emanation of his auras; slowly lulling his senses. And she could feel the flow of fatigue in the threads of his mana. Nym would smile at his reply; nodding slowly before casting her eyes back to the flickering light. “I trust you, Noah.” She would reciprocate his ease of using her name by using his as well. “Should you betray the trust, I would certainly make it my private mission to hunt you down and end your life myself.” She continued; issuing a soft chuckle at the idle threat she so carelessly threw at him. “That is if the elders don’t get to me first. ” She ended her word with a nod to the dancing light. <c>
“But trust you I do therefore I shall impart with the knowledge of the Arator’s mission to you, since you seemed to be at loss” She continued after a moment of silence. “Like I told you before, each of our Kingdoms need the others to rebuild our cities. And to accelerate the recovery, the arators must find artifacts from the other Kingdoms.” She sighs quietly, somewhat relieved to have parted with that knowledge. “And bring them back to their own to summon the elementals to assist in the rebuilding processes. The very sword of the Arator is one of such powerful artifact”. She glances back to the Arator and offers a smile; laying her head on her crossed arms upon her knees. <e>
Noah: :: He would listen carefully to the words she was speaking. Of course he was aware of such an endeavour. Though he hadn't been told that was his mission. The elder that had instructed him on what to do had only been vague in what he was out here for. " Travel the lands, test yourself, and search for the items of our salvation" Those were his words. And when Noah asked what these items might be, the man had simply eluded to him knowing when he saw them. Such an odd way to request an arator to undertake a mission for the kingdom. Regardless of the details, he took it anyways. Though at hearing Nym's words it seemed his task was much harder than he'd anticipated. His own sword was kept hidden wherever he went. Though it was never far from him, he could bring it forth at a whim. –
Noah: Something he'd picked up from a few of his own land's band of thieves. They'd taught him how to hide his valuables in the land itself. And through his own skills with melding the ground, use it to bring forth his weapon when needed. In Noah's opinion, it was an invaluable skill. Still, her secret gave him reason to believe his mission was just as secretive. :: "Those artifacts must be the reason I was sent out this way. Otherwise, why would I be out here in the first place?" :: His eyes met hers as he spoke. That smile of hers brought one to his own face. :
Nym: The smile would remain on her lips as he reciprocated with a smile of his own. She listened to his deep, soothing voice as it resonated like a lullaby long forgotten. “I cannot say for sure that your presence in these lands is of the reasons you have suspected, my dear arator. Or that it would be the same as mine. ” She would shift to lie on her side, using an arm as a pillow, finally tearing her gaze from being captured by his to stare into the crackling fire. “Though I’m sure you will find out soon enough”. A soft sigh would ensue as she closes her eyes. “So if you don’t mind, I would rest here for a while before Sunrise comes and spirit me away”. She would issue a soft chuckle.
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