An Early Morning Walk (Alevadra)

[Alec Skywolf]

The Season of Spring, 91st Day, 511 AV. Very Early Morning.

The silver moon showed bright in the early morning sky. A dingy horned owl perched on a window to look at it longingly. As he did so his eyes watered with the weight of his memories. How many nights had he stared at that same moon during his upbringing? How many nights had he dreamed of escape? And now here he was in one of the largest cities he'd ever seen and quickly befriending a wizard no less. It was all too much for an owl to take for one day's events so he had decided to go on a midnight stroll. It had seemed like an eternity since he'd taken his human form and now he had enough nourishment, thanks to Marc, that he had the energy to do so. As well, Alec needed to make sure some belongings he'd carried into Syliras were still tucked away out of sight.

The large owl swooped down several hallways until it found an empty one with a high ceiling. Flapping his wings he made his way close to the ceiling careful not to hit his head. He was relieved to see his small bundle of clothes and money pouch still remained untouched. Alec tugged at the bundle and flew it to the ground of the empty hallway.

Fluttering to the ground the owl began to glow and a swirl of lights engulfed him. His form stretched and grew tall. When the lights faded away a naked young man with olive toned skin and curly dark hair took the owl's place. Alec took a moment to stretch in his new form, he was scrawny at 5'8" high but with not much more that 120 pounds on him. Alec's slightly malnourished form knelt down and slipped on some simple cloth clothes.

It was very early, the sun was still resting, but the bell told of it being morning, near 3 in the morn. Alevadra was on another night watch, and it would soon be over, just four more bells and the Knight could return to her chambers and pass out on her bed, boots on as usual. Brown eyes glanced about the empty paths that curled through the city. A slow, rhythmic pace, her large, heavy shield strapped to her back, a long sword at her left side. She wore no armor, just a tabard with the Windoak sewing in the upper right quadrant at the Druva crest, a silhouetted Glassbeak in the lower left. Her feet were hidden in knee-high leather boots, heavy soles and thick leather wrapped her calves. The rest of her legs were covered with a light linen pant. A black belt cinched the whole ensemble to her small frame. Her strange hair appeared black in the low light, she had recently reapplied the dye mixture to her hair. A vain action, perhaps, but Ale had grown away from her blond hair, it made her look the spitting image of her Mother. At least it is a nice evening, not too cold, not hot at all.. A nice slight breeze. A quiet night. Alevadra sighed slightly as she walked past some of the housing units in the city. A small smirk crossed her face as she approached Marc Callus's home. He was a strange man, but none-the-less he was enjoyable company. He was quiet different from the company Ale normally held. As the woman approached the door, she spotted a young man, skinny, almost like a skeleton. His curly dark hair and olive skin were stretched over a thin and tall man. Alevadra had become use to nearly everyone being taller than her. The knight raised an eyebrow. It was a strange time to be out and about, usually people out at this hour were up to no good. The woman quietly approached the man, her left hand moving from resting upon the hilt to a more active placement on the hilt, her fingers stretching around the weapon. “Hey,” The knight said, approaching slowly. “It's a little late, are you alright?” The knight asked, her left hand was lax but prepared, it would be foolish to just hand out trust. The short woman approached the man, muddy eyes fixated on his face.

[Alec Skywolf]

The thin young man jumped as though he was a field mouse who'd been ambushed by a lion. His wide bright yellow eyes turned to face the voice that had startled him so much. The meek frame of his body only served to highlight his nervous and anxious posture. "I'm so sorry. I didn't -" he half-hesitated half-stuttered, "I could not sleep and I was getting a little stir crazy." Alec had never had good experiences with anyone armed while in his human form. Nervously his eyes darted to the sword at her side, then back to her. "I truly didn't mean to cause any trouble." His lips curled downward and shrank as his back bent. The young man's posture was more than mere passive submissiveness but more like that of a trained slave.

The knight cocked a brow. The man reacted strangely to her presence. Sure, he should have been intimidated, but his actions were as if she had already beat him and planned on doing so again. The knight let go of her sword, her left hand moving from the weapon entirely. She knew she was a protector of the city, but the last thing Alevadra wanted was for the citizens of Syliras to fear the knights. “Don't fret so much.” Ale took a few slow steps towards the cowering man. “It's just odd to be out at this hour. But when you can't sleep, you can't sleep, walking is a good way to clear your mind.” The knight took another step toward him and offered her hand. “I'm Sera Alevadra Druva, one of the knights, you know, as if you couldn't already tell.” She smiled awkwardly, noticing the mans strange eyes. She had met Kelvics before, but she still wasn't used to it, nor was she easily able to identify the, “Sense you just want to stroll, why not walk with me? Then even if you start trouble I can stop you.” She winked, a jest surely, she did not expect this twig of a man to start trouble let alone even think of it.

[Alec Skywolf]

The man's posture softened at the attempt at humor. His mouth relaxed into a meek smile. Then the air of slave like submission washed away completely as he reached out a hand in greeting. His fingers were thin and nimble, but they masked a firmer grip than seemed characteristic of him. "I'm pleased to meet you Sera Alevadra Druva," he responded with a noticeably warmer tone, "My name is Alec Skywolf." As he spoke his eyes glanced about curiously, as though he we thoroughly examining his surroundings while carrying on the conversation.

Normally Alec preferred the peace and solace of the night. However after a long flight all by himself he had gotten more than his fill of solace for a while. “Company would be wonderful, usually all I have is the moon as a companion this time of night. She is beautiful to be sure," as he said this his eyes stood still for once. They gazed out a nearby window at the moon. For a moment Alec seemed caught up in a memory. He soon found himself and finished his train of thought, "However she makes for quite the one sided conversation."