Don't drink the beer [Ndale]

[Idue]

So Ndale could drink Kelp Beer? Idue couldn't say he was surprised, but she just did not look like someone who could stomach the filth. But he shouldn't judge someone by their outward appearance, so he brushed doubt out of this mind. If she drink Kelp Beer, than she can drink it. Atleast she had thought the beer was odd, even if she developeda taste for it later on. Now he wasn't the only person who didn't like it after one taste. When Ndale turned to speak to the man who was seated behind her, he took the time to consider this woman. She wasn't speaking sophisticated like that Trente for days ago, so he could like her. But the way she spoke, the way she tasted every word she spoke, seemed so odd. Maybe if she looked normal, he wouldn't judge her so. But her red eyes and white hair, along with her odd behavioral traits, just didn't added up. Who was this woman? He continued his pondering as she drew her chair closer to him. But even while a waitress brought over another water, he still could not figure this out. Ndale was making him draw a blank. But he knew with every word she spoke, he saw more odd traits about her. So she spoke Ekytol and Yahal; it wasn't odd. Words like that often tied the tongues of these city folk, especially the less-educated. But then she spoke in a different language that Idue had never heard before. Yet Idue still felt that this woman was testing Ekytol and Yahal in that foriegn language too. Idue could admit that those words sounded nice on the woman's lips. She was pretty, no matter how odd, and that seductive language she just spoke made it better. And those red eyes could catch any man's attention. . . Wait, what did she just ask Idue? Something about Ekytol and Yahal. Oh, where are they. Clearing his throat, an excuse for her why he didn't answer immediately, he gave her what she wanted. "Ekytol is the region south of this region. You know, the peninsula in the far south? And Yahal. . ." Idue paused, finally catching up with what was being said. He he told her the entire time that Yahal was a place. What had made him perform that mistake? "It seems I have mistaken you. Yahal is no place. No, he is much more important than a city. He is my patron god, the deity who made me and my people. No, I had meant to say Yahebah, which is located on the west coast of Ekytol." Oh great, Idue talks to a pretty girl and he is suddenly brain dead. How could he mistake Yahal as a city? Someone like him shouldn't do that. And what would Ndale think of him? Would she see an ignorant foriegner who mixed up a god with a city? Would she think he was stupid. No, he needed to provide an excuse for why he mixed up two completely different things. He needed to say something a woman would want to hear. So he blurted out the first thing that came to his mind. "I apologize for my mental mishap. Your beauty has clouded my thoughts to the point where I accidently give wrong information." Well, maybe that wasn't exactly what Idue meant to say. But maybe it work, and Ndale would take it as a compliment. . . Or maybe she would kick him in the shin like she had done to others in the room already. . . Yeah, this was why Idue fought in fights. They were always easier than dealing with women.

[Ndale Soromund]

She nodded eagerly, again wishing she had bought something to write this information in. She would soon forget it all if she wasn’t careful. Still it was fascinating, Mizahar was so large, even what she had seen of it was nothing, only a small scale surrounded by the sea. “South? It is warm then, yes?” She had always preferred the warm weather to the cold. It sounded so pleasant…then again if it seemed much too good it most likely was. At least that’s what all the sailors had told her the other day. Everything seemed so good. Too good. Of course things could go wrong. Ndale quickly shook herself, coming out of her thoughts only to catch the ending of his explanation. “A deity? Ah! A god. You worship them, yes? Why? What does Yahal do?” Though she did not understand why these beings fascinated her. Both humans and Gods alike, why were they so entwined with each other? Humans without Gods were just humans but then, perhaps, Gods without humans were…what? Without humans to play with what did they do? She blinked in sudden realization. “How boring.” Ah! She had forgotten the man again. He spoke of her beauty? She shook her head slightly, “Humans words…always so double-sided.” Downing the last of her water again Ndale continued, “Flattery is lying.” There was no bitterness in her words, she even smiled as she spoke for to her they were simple facts. Men did this to ‘court’ much the way her male counterparts flashed their tails, it was all so in the end they could mate though humans terminology was much different. Hearing the snickers behind her though she realized she had been loose with her words and she did not mean to offend the Idue. “Thank you.” An offhand comment, obviously meant more to make peace than having any sincerity, flicking her gaze around the room something else caught her attention as well. A picture. It was a simple picture, a man whaling on the ocean but it was the storm behind him that caught her eye. Her breath halted momentarily, her whole body shuttering slightly before a slow smile touched her, “The storm is in one more day.”

[Idue]

Idue chuckled slightly when Ndale asked if Ekytol is warm. He nodded, knowing that she was Zeltivan and probably didn't know much of the world outside of their little world. But she didn't even know that Ekytol was hot? "Yes, Ndale, Ekytol is hot. I mean, it is a desert, so it should be hot." And then Ndale asked more about Yahal. Did he worship him? Why did he worship him? What did he do? All simple questions in Idue's mind, but then he considered them for a moment. Did he worship Yahal? It didn't seem like it when he wished for impurities to occur so he could make them better. A true follower would wish for purity at all times, yet Idue wished for a problem so he could solve it. And his solutions usually consisted of killing someone. And he hardly ever prayed to him. Sure that prayer at the Winter Ball seemed sincere, but really he was just vowing to the god of purity that he would kill off the impure. Irony at its finest. "Ndale, two seasons ago I would've told you I worshipped him with a passion. But since then, I've neglected him. The way I've been living my life didn't quite fit with Yahal's wishes. I really have to say I worshipped him because my family did. It kinda rubbed off on me. Which wasn't a bad thing, seeing that he is the god of Purity." He stopped speaking, not feeling like going any further. If she was observant, she'd realize that if his life didn't coodinate with Yahal, it probably wasn't the most pure life. The next thing Ndale said caught Idue off guard. First she said human's words were always double-sided; yet another reason why Idue thought Ndale wasn't quite right. But then she said that flattery was lying, which brought upon snickers from the sailors around them. Sure she thanked him anyway, but it just caught her off guard. Women liked flattery, didn't they. Idue smiled though, hoping she wouldn't catch him confused. "The last thing I'd like to do to you is lie to you, Ndale. So, honestly, you confuse me. I've sat here since you've arrived, trying to figure you out, but I just cannot. Everyone is different, but all people have similar traits. And you, no offense intended, don't have those traits. You're. . . unlike like most humans." And again, Idue stopped. Now it was up for Ndale to determine an answer to his questions. But he did have one question. "What storm do you speak of?"

[Ndale Soromund]

“Dessert? You live on a sugar food?” She laughed lightly, “I suppose some desserts would be hot.” Silenced seemed to reign for a few moments after and she took the time to avidly watch her current companion. He was an interesting looking human, one of the darker ones, like the sailors who slaved away in the warmer seasons. And his eyes, most humans eyes shone or dimmed with each emotion fluttering through their minds, his did not but his face seemed to give him away. His reactions seemed to be slow compared to his words, as if he was making sure it was an acceptable gesture, it almost reminded her of herself. When he spoke again she had been so intent on watching his every movement she could stop a the startled jump that left her, her body jerking back instinctively before settling. Ndale found herself listening intently, Gods and Goddess served such a large aspect of human life, in fact most devoted themselves in one way or another. She supposed that Idue, like most humans, respected the God or Goddess because it was a part of his life. For instance, most sailors worshipped Laviku and even with her limited knowledge she was aware of why. He governed water so obviously those that had a kinship with water would care for him. She was not a fool, even if sometimes she did idiotic things, her reasoning and his wording lead to one simple conclusion, “You are not pure then?” A recent trait Ndale had found in herself was that she enjoyed arguing, especially with humans and this presented the perfect argument, no matter how uncomfortable it would make her partner. “But your God, this Yahal, he is? He harms none?” Her words overlapped into the next subject at hand, not stopping their flow as she eased into her questions and answers. Curious to see how he would react and wondering how it felt to see things as he did, “Lying is what humans do. Not a bad thing…just…a thing. Whether food or bad.” She shrugged and once again ordered another water while trying not to gag. The room was beginning to smell worse than before, beer, sweat and other unmentionables permeating the air. Her nose may not be the most sensitive but no one could miss these scents! “Because I am not human.” It was a simple answer to his statement, and she pronounced like one spoke the color of the sky, it simply was. She found no great mystery to it but humans always seemed fascinated, though as to why she could not even guess. They were so convoluted in their emotions and even if one felt the same emotion it was never the same reaction, it was truly a curious and strange thing indeed. “You do not know?” she was honestly surprised, she had thought most in the tavern were here because they wished for some safe, blank haven within their mind. “It is huge! It shall break everything. And is...dmed? No, djed! Is djed storm.” She sounded ridiculously happy for one who was in a city that would near be ripped apart of the seams with no hope for survival other than the pure stubborn will to live.