[Rearing Stallion] New Friends (Open)

[Vexrea Hawke]

“ The names Vexrea.. : She manages to get out, watching Glaive turn her attention away. If she had a tiny attention span, or if she had somehow offended. She shrugged , the gesture aimed more at herself then anything that had been done up to this point and looked at Vez for a moment


She mouthed 'Good luck' to him, before turning, making her way through the throng of people to the bar. Sitting herself down at a stool and once she had the bartenders attention, shouting over the crowd to put her order in, beer and dinner for herself. She hoped that whatever was the current special, it was at least a bit edible traveling to this point had taken a decent amount out of her on the last day's push.

She turned her back to the bar proper and looked over the crowd “ Well, maybe if I am lucky something will come along to entertain “ This many people, and this much drink there had to be a fight.. Right? Or perhaps the knights truly did keep that tight of a leash on their people...” and where would be the gain in that..”

[Tara]

Tara watched silently. Glaive had turned to look at her but was now making conversation with the human. She cocked her head slightly. Maybe Glaive had other reasons for seeking the company of others. Tara wasn't sure if she should start something or not. She liked the peace that came with being her compared to the waves of humans outside. However being this close to another kelvic was intimidating and she wasn't able to relax the way she wanted to. Like the animal she was, she liked her space and did not appreciate other kelvics being there as they posed more of a threat than humans. They were also more easily aggravated. Her instincts told her that she shouldn't be near Glaive. Though she could not read the kelvic as she could read humans, she could sense something strange. She was showing emotion, but not fully feeling it. Tara could not be sure, but it made her feel uneasy. She hated not knowing. A few men got up from their seats leaving a table near the hearth open.

Tara picked up her wine and walked confidently over and sat down. She was closer to the kelvic now and would be able to judge better. That and the fire was much warmer than the seat near the door she had chosen earlier. Her escape route was pretty crowded now, but Tara didn't mind. She was distracted by the strange situation here. Although, now she was this close she began to regret her decision. It made her more anxious being this close and every instinct sown into her veins from years of living were screaming to get out of there. Tara, as a general rule, did not confront what she could not win. She didn't know what was up with this girl... She did not seem to convey emotion. Well, she put up a pretty good facade but Tara could see through it. While she could see the curiosity on Glaive's face, she could not feel it the way she could with others. While pondering this she slowly sipped her wine. She flicked her eyes to Glaive and gave a taunting smile. Although she was unsure of this, she would not let fear get the better of her pride. If things got too bad and it seemed she might lose she would make a dash for it.

[Vez]

Vez watched as Vexrea made her way to the bar, and relaxed a little bit. The tension from Glaive’s cold remarks had diminished, and it seemed to hardly faze Vexrea at all. That was good news. Vez did not want to get involved in a fight tonight, because that usually ended up with harsh consequences from the knights. Immersed in thought about the possible outcomes of the night, Vez raised an eyebrow in surprise when Glaive asked him a question. “Oh? Yes, my whole life. My mother died soon after birth and my father raised me in the Ironworks until he could no longer. I just recently got my job back there and…” Vez stopped and regarded Glaive. She looked interested enough, but he felt like he was talking to a wall. Maybe he was just uncomfortable talking about his history to a complete stranger. He lifted his hand and buried his face in his palm. “I’m sorry,” he muttered, “I don’t mean to bore you with all this; but how about you? Been in Syliras long?” Vez lifted his head and brushed some of his long brown hair out of his face, and examined Glaive, then added, “You know what? You don’t even have to answer that, I’ll just order another ale…” He chugged the rest of the ale he had left and began to wave down a barmaid. As he waited for her to come over, he noticed the table with the other girl was now empty. “What can I get you sir?” The sound of Carmen’s voice startled him as he quickly turned to face her. “Another ale please” Vez responded, “I have a feeling it’s going to be a long night for me.” Carmen giggled and retorted, “Of course Vez, it is every night,” then bowed away to fetch the next ale. As Vez waited for his ale he scanned the immediate area. He noticed Vexrea leaning against the bar, but ignored her and continued looking elsewhere. Then his eyes widened as they landed on the Kelvic by the hearth. She had moved closer, and was staring straight at Glaive with a provoking smile. Vez’s head snapped around to face Glaive, his hair flinging around, and demanded softly, “What the hell is going on?”

[Glaive]

Glaive raised her eyebrows slightly as she continued to watch the kelvic. She had moved closer and Glaive was carefully thinking as to how she should react. She caught the taunting smile and flashed her sharp teeth in warning. It said if you mean trouble here I will fight back. Things were starting to get interesting in the tavern and that wasn't always such a good thing.

Looks like that old man's curse seems to have come true she thought to herself remembering a traveller she had encountered.May you live in interesting times he had said but she had plainly ignored him.

She flicked her eyes over to Vez as he spoke before replying. 'That would be a question I would like to know the answer to as well.' She spoke the words loud enough for it to reach the other kelvic's ears. 'She seems to be quite hostile and she'll probably only cause trouble to me, if anyone at all.' Glaive stared unblinking at the other girl before frowning slightly.

'For some strange reason every other person I have ever encountered of my own race seems to hold something against me and I never know why.' She sighed as she said this. Glaive relaxed her muscles slightly but stilll remained quite tense as she sat in quiet contemplation. She wanted to give off the feeling of friendliness in a wary manner so hopefully the girl would appoach. All this tension was starting to bore her.

She smiled slightly at the kelvic and gestured her to come over. Glaive still had a blank look in her eyes but she made the effort to show some emotion. It was a hard thing to do for her after she had shut herself down all those years ago.

[Tara]

Tara heard the girls words and snarled quietly. Glaive motioned for her to come over. Her body language was friendly but her eyes were dead of emotion. Tara didn't know whether she could trust the kelvic. However, Tara did not want to start something that would get here thrown back onto the busy streets. She closed her eyes and muttered something that could not be heard and opened her eyes again. She calmed herself. She got up and walked towards the table slowly with a light step. She tried to feign confidence, as she was a small bit frightened of the girl. Well, that was not entirely true.

She was frightened of the unknown. She had lived the majority of her life using the art of manipulation and deception. She had heavily relied on a persons behavior to predict what they would do next and what would be the right approach for her to make. However with this girl Tara could not use this skill that she heavily relied on. She reached the table and smiled and hoped the warmth of her smile had reached her eyes. She flicked her eyes over to the blacksmith. He seemed quite confused. She hadn't paid much attention to him up until now. She had been concentrating on the kelvic. She noticed she obviously hadn't made a good impression on the two. She took in a deep breath. "I'm Tara" she said. Her voice was soft and but not unheard. Tara never had a problem with that as she usually expressed her opinion rather outwardly. She gestured to the table and asked "May I have a seat?". She flicked her hair out of her eyes and kept smiling, trying to come off as a bit less hostile as she had been earlier. Now that she was this close to Glaive, getting into something with her was not something that seemed wise.

[Vez]

OOC NoteJust a reminder that the fall season is ending so we will have to wrap this up. The winter season starts December 1st and we need to get this graded before then. Thanks.

Vez regarded the Kelvic as she made her way to the table tentatively, and subconsciously shifted his enormous hand to the wooden haft of his blacksmithing hammer. He glanced at Glaive to look for any signs of aggression, her movements deciding his actions, and his calloused hand tightened. Eyeing the new Kelvic once more, his hand relaxed a bit; she was smiling. Feeling less threatened, but still on edge, he replied, “Welcome Tara, my name is Vez, son of Zei. I am a simple blacksmith that works around these parts. You may have a seat at my table, but I don’t want any trouble. Got it?” His face was grim, and his eyes were cold. She had not made a very good impression prior to her confrontation, and even though the Kelvics seemed more focused on each other, he wanted to remind both of them that he was still there, and in charge. It was his table after all. He would not tolerate any hostilities. Observing Glaive, he gazed into her beautiful icy blue eyes that were all but dead. With Kelvics as well as humans, he realized, faces were just masks to be worn. You could never tell how a person was feeling unless you looked into their eyes. But Glaive had no emotion, nothing for him to read. She was just an empty shell of a person, performing an act. He realized it now. Was the connection they had earlier only a lie? Was it all just an act? It did not matter, none of this mattered, and tomorrow he would just go back to being a simple blacksmith and work his long hours every day, as he had every day before. But that was not enough. Vez wanted adventure. He wanted to see the world. No, he thought, I need this stability in my life. But perhaps in the winter; after I have earned some coin… Vez lost himself in thought, but he was still staring at Glaive.

[Glaive]

Glaive sat still as the kelvic approached and she observed her with a trace of a smile on her pale face. 'Nice to meet you, Tara.' She said as lightly as she could. She turned to Vez and as he spoke and nodded in agreement she didn't particulary want any trouble either at this point in time. 'So are you from round these parts?' She questioned wanting to disperse the tense atmosphere. She raised her eyebrows as she and gave her face a curious expression to suit her words as she spoke. Just then she realised what time it must be and thought to herself she should start heading out. She didn't plan to spend any money in a bed that night and she had alot of ground to make before winter really began. She hoped not to get caught up in the snow before she reached Alvadas where she wanted to stay during the colder months. To do so she would have to pass through the Wildlands and she wanted to take a safe route. Even in her cat form going off the path wasn't always safe. 'I'm afraid I must be setting off now.' She said calmly before rising from her chair. She glanced over at the kelvic then returned her gaze to Vez. 'Nice meeting you. I might venture back this way when the flowers begin to grow again, if only to say hi.' She smirked then looked over at the door and left the tavern.

[Tara]

Tara opened her mouth to answer Glaive's question, but she was already leaving. Tara took a deep breath and decided pride wasn't everything. "Look, I'm sorry about earlier" she said quietly, looking down at the table. As wary as she was about the girl, Tara had a kind soul. A human walked through the door of the cavern and a cool wind blew in. It was hardly noticeable this near to the fire but Tara knew that winter would be here soon. Tara looked back at Vez as Glaive departed. She gave him a small smile. "I probably didn't give you guys a good impression of me earlier" she said, her tone apologetic "But I have to leave before the night has ended and I would hate to walk away with you thinking of me like that. Because I'm not really like that normally..." she trailed off. She suddenly became nervous and looked away from Vez. She moved her eyes to the fireplace. It crackled and hissed, sending out burst of warmth and light. She remembered having one just like that when she was young, but the memories hurt so she tried not to think about it.

Then she wondered what she would do next. She was done here, more or less. Where would she go next? She had been born in Taldera. While she was discovering her past here it might help to go back there. To get there she would have to pass through the wildlands, and she didn't much enjoy those parts. But it would be a refreshing break from the crowded Syliras. That said, she did have other business here. She let out a deep sigh and the remembered that Vez was still sitting there. She quickly let her thoughts go and brought her attention back to him and the present.

[Vez]

Vez lessened the tension in his arms as Tara apologized for her previous actions. He had some respect for her now that she had admitted her fault. Perhaps she was acting differently because Glaive had left and she no longer felt threatened. He noticed his hand was still gripping the haft of his hammer, and slowly pulled it away, resting it on top of his other hand on the table. “That’s quite alright,” Vez said calmly, “looking back now at my previous experiences with other Kelvics, I suppose it is only natural to be somewhat territorial. I do not appreciate you putting me in that situation, but now that it’s over and no harm is done, I cannot be angry. It is a shame our meeting here had to be brief, but perhaps I will run into you some other time. I too need to be leaving so I can get a nights rest for a long day of work tomorrow. Feel free to stop by the Ironworks anytime and request me if you would like me to craft anything for you. I am there every day.” Vez stopped speaking and slowly drank the rest of ale. He felt a slight buzz coming on. “Let’s hope I can make it home in one piece,” he chuckled, “Shall I walk you to the door?” He slowly stood, and wobbled, grabbing hold of the table to steady himself, “Or rather, you walk me?”

[Tara]

Tara smiled as he wobbled a little while he was getting up. She was glad to be forgiven, it de-stressed her a little. She was worried he would fall, he had drank a lot that night. She linked her arm with his, letting him lean on her. They made their way across the tavern and too the door. Tara opened the door and a cold breeze made her hair fly off her face and rest uneasily on her back in a messy looking way. She stepped out the door and onto the street. It was a bit less crowded than it had been before, as most people had gone into their homes. She turned and looked back at Vez. "You'll get home alright, wont you?" she asked him.

Although there was little to no chance of him being hurt by someone else as Syliras was low enough in those sort of accidents Tara was naturally worried about most humans. She honestly didn't know how they all weren't killed due to their dull sense of smell and hearing. Tara turned away and said "Hope I see you again" before walking away. She was suddenly engulfed in white light and her form dissolved into it. Her clothes fell to the floor and she walked out of the light as a silver cat. She always travelled this way at night, and slept in this form. She places her shoes into her dress and messily folded it up. She picked up the bundle in her mouth, being sure not to rip the fabric with her now sharp teeth. She took one last look at Vez before trotting off. It had been an interesting night.