Making Things Right [Alstroemeria]

[Kovac]

Timestamp: 23rd Day of Fall, 511 AV Location: The Warrens Status: Closed, Tag Alstroemeria Kovac was agitated. Things with Shayth, teaching Rista, and at one time trying to both avoid and accidentally run into Chemar and Addy, had the avora distraught. Sometimes he wondered if he should have stayed in his drunken, lonely apathetic stupor back before he met them all. He needed to focus, to get his mind off of things. So, taking up his bow and quiver, he headed out towards the Second Quiver, to vent his angst out at a straw target. He moved through the corridors of the warrens with purpose, anxious to get through the crowded hallways and to the relative quietness of the avora range. Lower caste residents made way for the brooding archer, fellow avora and endal just scowled at him or ignored him. One rider, a dread-lock capped man with a cruel grin, bumped into Kovac's shoulder spinning him around. Kovac grunted, looking back at the endal and muttering something about eagle lice infesting his knappy hair. When, in haste, he spun back around, a woman was right in front of him. She was slight and small, and unfortunately carrying a small glass ornament. Kovac's forward motion could not be halted, and he careened into the young woman, knocking her back. His hands tried to grab her, to stop her backward fall, but he could not get a hold on her. The glass bauble flew into the air, to descend upon the stone floor with a loud and thorough crash.

[Alstroemeria]

Meria stared at her master-piece, ruined. She turned around in a red fury about to take her anger out on him with a single finger. Although, she debated if it were his fault or not.. He should not suffer with such a penalty. She was an Avora now, and she had to take responsibility for her own work. Despite the fact that it wasn't her fault and neither his, she just had to suck it up and start over. Her gaze quickly fixated back on the glass, as she began to pick up the odds and ends of her glass. The Avora put the glass in her leather pouch, assembling herself into one whole. "It's alright it wasn't your fault.... Kovac? Right?.." Of course she knew the man's name, no wonder she recognized him, he was an instructor. But she trained herself, she didn't need anyone to help her. Not even someone such as himself... "I'm Alstroemeria... But people call me Meria." She smiled somewhat trying to overcome her fears right now because she had to suck up all her problems for the better. She wanted to be someone else, someone different. Then make that person become herself. By then the Avora was standing up and had a dainty hand up therefore he could shake hers. For some reason she felt her arm throbbing, there was a large gash of glass in her arm. She sighed, swearing underneath her breath. Carefully she pulled the glass out, squealing a bit and on the edge of tears. Firstly, her master piece was ruined and second she was clearly in pain. Finally, a tear fell down her face but she was living through smiles. She sighed, wiping the single tear from her left eye. Until she found her archery case had fallen as well from her back. She picked it back up, bow in hand and her case slung around her again. "Do you think you can help a girl with this?" She asked him in a soft tone, trying to make it through the devastating pain. She must have had glass still in her arm either way. Joyous, no? How she hated the dear sight of pain. Visions were enough, now this? The Avora had suffered so much she'd rather die than live through what she had to go through every day. But sadly she couldn't, she wanted to live life because her story hasn't even started yet. She wanted to live life to the fullest before reaching an elderly level in some sort of way. Therefore her story would have been filled and she wouldn't need to live anymore. It made complete and perfect sense. Before her eyes she had forgotten about Kovac and apparently she was like a butterfly floating into Dreamscape. She apologized quickly in a stuttering tone and made her way about to leave. The Avora already caused enough drama, and there it was. She had fallen again, her arm was throbbbing and there her arrows and bow were. Scattered all across the floor. She was clumsy, yes it was true. Although at least she had a heart. Meria began to pick up everything slinging and carrying the odds and ends back to her room. Hoping not to lose hr pride and dignity again, she made her way faster therefore she didn't have to deal with him. At least not yet...

[Kovac]

A hush fell over that section of the hallway as all eyes turned towards the woman staring at the floor. Time seemed to freeze as Kovac watched the implications of the shattered glass sink into her head. Then the next logical and expected event took place. Anger. The girl spun around and Kovac took an involuntary step back as her poised finger aimed at him accusingly. Her face was flushed, and understandably twisted in anger. The hunter knew what was coming, having been on the receiving end of many such convicting fingers. So he braced himself for the female's inevitable tirade. But the backlash was not to come. instead the woman simply stooped to pick up the shards of colored glass. Such was the disarmament of Kovac's defenses that he actually crouched down to help carefully collect the pieces and deposit them in her pouch. When they stood, she had extended her hand, and as amiable as could be, introduced herself. "Yes, I am Kovac." The archer replied, still teetering off guard by Meria's vanishing anger. He reached to clasp her hand, but they never touched, both seeing the chip of glass lodged in her arm. Kovac allowed Meria to remove the glass, and made a brief effort to find something on his person to bind the wound, but came up short. "You should have a healer look at that, I know Aidara in the Infirmary." He offered awkwardly. Kovac began to weary of the inartan woman when he saw a tear slide down her cheek. Then came the soft plea and the wince of pain. Not fair. Even as he moved to assist her..Meria was down again. Again he stooped down to help her gather her scattered arrows. "Good gods girl, maybe you should not be toting around a piece of glass and an arsenal with you at the same time." He could see Meria was upset, hurt and embarrassed. He was pretty sure what he felt was pity for the poor thing. Things were easier when he didn't give a shyke about people, but Shayth and his friends had managed to put a crack in his hard heart. He decided it was upon him to help her. After all, he did run into her. Taking her arm and helping her up, Kovac took the bow and quiver from Meria. "Let me carry these, before they get damaged too." He slung the quiver over his shoulder with his own, and now carried both of their bows, obvious planning to carry them to whatever destination she had in mind. "Where are you headed? Lead the way."