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Post by Stoakly Centurio on Mar 11, 2008 19:06:53 GMT
Her eyes are wide, with pupils a dull black; her irises are like faded cerulean, possessing a defeated beauty. They were once full of energy and spirit, but the blows life had dealt the squirrel have been cruel, warping spirit into suspcion. It is quite a shame, actually, for when she was younger they used to dance with emotion, swirling with deeper hues of blue - but now they refuse to shimmer with that same vivid essence. She keeps to herself, pulling the brown cloak over her head to shield the others from the macabre gaze that sorrow has twisted her into for eternity. The squirrelmaid splashes in mud as rain pours down in a throng, almost predicting sorrow for the beasts who are about to meet her.
Eir the Healer. She is who she is. Pushing the door to the Tavern open, her thoughts go back to her old friend, Fenrir. Apparently he's also heading to Terralux, especially after the war. Eir shudders when she remembers the whistling of the cannonball before it came down into the small trench, throwing Fenrir wounded to her side. She saved him, yes, but the image of her friend being so quickly wounded made her wonder if there was more out there. Without war.
Her ears twitch as she looks at the empty room, only noticing but a few creatures. She figures that she should talk with someone, anyone, and introduce herself to the leader of this village. Regardless, she ignores the others and sits down at the bar. Without even bothering to look at the bartender, she pulls a coin out of her cloak pocket and pounds it on the table. "Just... give m'something strong."
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Post by Terragon Scrufftail on Mar 11, 2008 19:17:00 GMT
*Kael glances briefly up at the newcomer. "Just... give m'something strong." He raises his eyebrows a fraction at the bottom of his beaker. But the otter sees a tiny bit of himself in these few words and, noticing the coin, he stands to push the other's paw, and the coin in it, back towards her.* Allow me, *He offers, fishing a crystal shard from a pocket. He suspects it's one of his last ones, but, then again, does it matter that much now? War is nearly upon Terralux, so why worry? Besides, it won't be the only debt he was to pay back.* Like the lass said, *Kael tells the bartender.* Some'in' strong.
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Post by Stoakly Centurio on Mar 11, 2008 19:50:05 GMT
The squirrel removes her hood as the otter blesses her. She reveals her pretty face with the morbid brown eyes shining a tad, displaying that they once glimmered brightly. A smile curves onto her face for the first time in a long time when she picks up her drink. "Thank you, stranger. 'm Eir, a healer who's come t' Terralux t' live a peaceful life. I was a medic, only one in fac', in a smaller legion in the Norse lands. It's a bit tattered right now, 'specially with the British firing cannonballs. Alas, my friends are comin' over this way, but I just might leave if they bring the war over 'ere." Eir smirks, revelling in her past. Then, snapping out of the trance, she looks back to Kael. "So... what about you, eh?"
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Post by Terragon Scrufftail on Mar 11, 2008 20:01:57 GMT
*Kael gives a broad grin, revealing white, wolfish teeth.* That's quite a story for a creature seeking the peaceful life. Kael Ageirr, *He says, holding out his other paw.* Though I suppose, somebeast from the Norselands like yourself wouldn't be too baffled if I gave you my full name. Alfkaell Fjorir-Ageirr. My father was from the Highlands, my mother, originally from a Norse tribe. Her family sailed over here on longboats a few generations back, so I'm told. Though ah hasten t' add that I'm no' a seaotter, *His accent becomes more prominent in this last sentence, his smile broadening behind wirey whiskers. His fur os darker than that of the other otters of Terralux and though his expression was pensive and near-sorrowful when the squirrel entered, the grin - white and near eccentric - suits Kael better.*
*The bartender clears his throat, a quiet, annoying sound. The otter shakes his head with mock regret.* Sorry, Tertius. Staying in St. Ninian's better than staying here, if you'll pardon my saying so, and I don't think they'll take kindly to my walking in at ungodly hours having drunk ungodly amounts. *Tertius, the dormouse, shruggs and wanders way with a slight scowl. Too many Terraluxian warriors and otters were sworn off drink at the moment. Cursed politics. It was most inconsiderate of Lord Blackstar to threaten a settlement and its thriving businesses...*
Sorry, *Kael turns back to the squirrel with an apology.* You were saying - or I was saying? *He shakes his head as though to clear it of confusion.* So, your name, then? And, *A thought occurs to him, concerning a conversation a few evenings ago with Terragon Scrufftail and Regen Eale.* You said you were a healer?
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Post by Stoakly Centurio on Mar 12, 2008 2:12:49 GMT
"Well, 'm on a pilgrimage, looking f' a place t' stay that isn't... at war." Eir nods to him, her smile fading. "Good evening, Kael. I should prolly get acquainted with the leaders here, but right now... I just need a place to stay. 've collected 'bout sixty Crystal Shards, and m' friends have some more. How much for a cottage 'round Terralux? 've no urge t' live in a holy place; 'd feel out of place." She nods at his question. Turning to the bartender, she places a few more Crystal Shards on the table. "I can't buy a place tonight, so I'll stay in a room as well. 'll go to Terragon and buy a cottage in th' morning."
OOC: Advance quest to morning?
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Post by Terragon Scrufftail on Mar 12, 2008 7:41:07 GMT
OOC: One moment.
BIC: *Kael nods.* Fair enough. But if there's anything a' all that I c'n do to help... and the healers will be most interested and glad to have an extra pair of paws helping them, if you're willing. There's trouble with disease coming int' Terralux. They're having to stop creatures at the gates, *He grimaces. It was his turn to stand guard tomorrow morning.* But enough o' that. I'll meet you here on morrow - quite early, 'cause I've work to do after that - and I'l introduce you to Terragon. *You might just need somebeast to vouch for you to get a place to stay with all the creatures flooding in from the woodlands.* Evening. *With a nod to Tertius, he turns on his heel and makes his way to the door. As it swings shut behind him, Kael can be seen hurrying away, his walking pace, like Terragon and Ashnel's, equal to the slow jog of most other creatures.*
OOC: Next morning.
BIC: *Kael slips out of the chapel door, an apple in paw. He walks, taking a huge bite out of it; no sense in going without food if there were apples aplenty left over from last autumn's harvest.*
*He finishes it, core and all, by the time he reaches the Village Square and washes his paws under the icy jet of water from the fountain. Splashing water across his face, Kael shakes paws and whiskers dry and proceeds towards the Tavern. It looks locked up and when he tries the door, it is shut and bolted. He waits outside on the porch, looking about the Square. Cold air, warm sunlight, the otter's breath rises in clouds as he leans against the railings.*
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Post by Stoakly Centurio on Mar 12, 2008 23:43:56 GMT
*The sun has already risen when she opes her dull, black eyes. Her bed sits in the small, rickety old inn room, quaint and cozy, A candle that she lit before she went to bed has gone out; she never goes to bed without a lit candle by her side ever since the war ended. Pushing herself out of bed, she pulls off her nightgown and throws it into her small sack, taking out an old green tunic. Opening the window, a brisk morning air pours in and she shudders, taking her dark cloak from the bag as well. She digs in her pocket and feels her Crystal Shards that she intends to buy a home with.*
*She then proceeds down the steps, but doesn't see the otter she had been talking to. Eir smiles a little and continues down the steps. Stepping out the door, she heads to the Village Square she had seen when she first arrived. She figures that he would be here, since it seems like a popular place. Strangely enough, she hasn't been this happy since before the war; meeting a new friend within ten minutes of your arrival to a new home is always nice. Besides, he's going to vouch for her in order to get a cottage.*
*When she gets outside, she seems him on the porch, eating an apple. Eir nods, staring back up at the sky.* Might rain today... *She says in a pessemistic tone; despite being happier in her new home, she still has her passive attitude. Turning to Kael, she smiles and looks out to the Village Square.* If we're going t' meet this Terragon t'day, we might as well 'ead out.
*She steps off the porch, pulling a small candied chestnut from her left pocket.* This village sure is beautiful.
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Leaderess of Terralux