by Oluse on March 6th, 2012, 9:51 pm
Oluse was still nervous, but instead, his mind switched to utter surprise as the tyrannical Alea kindly took hold of his hand. Oluses neck craned back a moment as he processed, then realized, that Alea, like many of his patients, had lost her voice in the Melt. Most of them were singers, a true shame, and he wondered if Alea had learned to sing since he knew her in Denval.
His shock turned to a softer smile, and a squeeze of her hands, his eyes slightly pitying, but understanding. "Hello, Alea. It seems you have lost your voice?" He couldn't help but think this may make what he had to say easier, and be almost thankful for it. After a moment of silence to confirm Oluse nodded slowly. "Yeah, it had been pretty common among some of our patients at the Center too. We are looking for a cure." His words trailed off into silence a moment, before he realized she wouldn't have anything to say in response to that, so he decided he should just continue.
"Right, well. Since you can talk I guess I should. I mean." He stopped a moment, his nervousness setting in again. "I actually came here to tell you something. Or um, ask. Maybe. Well there are actually a few reason I came, and I wanted to talk to you. So, um, I guess I just will since you know you can... talk." His sentence trailed off after working himself up, giving himself a moment to calm and think about what he had to say.
"Alea," he finally started, getting his thoughts together, "I know your friend Banir is important to you, and his quest is close to your thoughts. I understand wanting to help him, and I hate to leave any man without assistance. But, I can't go to Mura with you and him. I just, it's not my destiny. And I know you might be disappointed in my, or angry. But, please don't hit me till I have a chance to explain." He took a deep breath, and continued.
"I'm leaving Avanthal. I'm going to go to a city in the south, called Riverfall. A troupe of Drykas are guiding me there, and I should be there come the end of Spring, or even sooner. They are good people, and competent guides, especially Ronan. And..." His face became worried, and his emotions began to raise again, and he realized that he wouldn't make it through the conversation without his eyes changing, so instead he just relaxed, accepted that fact, and continued speaking.
"And, Alea. I left you in Denval, and that was wrong. And, I could have lost you forever." His voice tarried a moment, as he wrestling with his own composure, "And, you are a traveler, you deserve a life on the road, a life where you see the world. Where you get to sail the seas of the Suvan, salty wind in your hair, and see the frozen tundras of the north, to the rolling golden hills of Cyphrus. You deserve..." His checks began to tingle slightly, the first hint of embarrassment touching them lightly. He decided for his own dignity he should get to the point.
"My point is, Alea. I-I... I want you to come with me! I want you to come to Riverfall with me and the Drykas, and leave Avanthal and it's Melt behind. I want you to travel!"
He had planned the question to be given in more of a.... composed manner, but you could only work with what you had. And Oluse had no social skills.
"I don't want to leave you again..." His eyes cast down for a moment before looking back in search of an answer, and he didn't even bother bracing from an attack as he did so.