Rite by the sea. [Open]

[Canrehne]

Timestamp: 24th of Spring, 512 AV Location: The Cerulean Pier. Time: Midnight. Under the starry night in Zeltiva, Canrehne was walking in her ritual robe and her ritual headdress, carrying her dagger in her mouth, along with exactly five, pristine candles lodged onto her right forearm. Walking onto the Cerulean Pier, she picked up one of the candles, holding it in her left hand whilst supporting the others with her right forearm, which is pressed against her chest. She walked up to a lit lantern with the candle in her hand, bringing it closer to the lantern before using her pinky to pull the tiny door of the lantern open. She then proceeded with lighting one candle, and she walked further along the pier. Canrehne kept walking on the pier, even though more than half of it was destroyed. She sat near the end, and positioned the candles in a way they represent a five-pointed star. Upon setting them down, she used the already lit candle to light the other candles before returning it into it's original position. She then sat into the five-pointed star, allowing the dagger out of her mouth - which she until this point held with her teeth. She then grasped onto the dagger, and swiftly moved it over her index and her middle finger. She grunted a little bit, then she started connecting the candles with minor drops of her blood, which she then smeared over the solid surface of the Cerulean pier. Scrawling up the five-pointed star with the candles being an outline of a sort, she then scrabbled a circle inside - all in her blood. After smearing the blood all around her, she set the dagger outside the circle and she stood up. Starting to dance, Canrehne was prancing entire Zeltiva at night, the dance was so graceful, yet, it was so mysterious. Her headdress clamoring in the previously silent night, it was bound to gather attention. Her dance, devoted to Makutsi was pure eye-candy and appealing. The astonishing dance was performed with such grace, that even the most violent individual in Mizahar would stop for a moment and just watch. Watch the graceful dance, which was not something you'd see every day, no. It was a custom dance that Canrehne was performing. A self-taught, made up way of worshipping her one and only goddess, Makutsi. From a distance, the dance looked almost as equally graceful, the candles themselves have contributed to the feeling of mystery, but they as well aided in making the entire scene look religious. The ritual was reeking of mystery, and due to it being in the middle of the night, it certainly would make someone wonder what is going on at the pier. The dilapidated pier was practically brought back to life because of Canrehne's custom ritual for Makutsi.

[Ndale Soromund]

Ndale wasn’t certain whether or not she should go to the docks, considering all the commotion that seemed to migrate there it did not seem to be the wisest of choices but she wanted something familiar and soothing. That and her house was cold and uncomfortable, she had yet to fix her roof and the debris still littered around the small room. She hadn’t taken the utmost care of it, then again, she really hadn’t the time as of the late. It was beautiful at this time of night though, nearly completely silent, most people were indoors and the ones that did loiter were wandering with much less purpose than she was. But her focus did not wavering from the dark waters. They were so calm in Spring compared to the Winters winds and the storm. She still was unsure of whether or not she hated the storm. Before she could go more in depth with her musing something else caught her eye. A young woman? Man? Both? She wasn’t sure but her trajectory changed and instead of heading to the areas sinking beneath the water she went towards the person. Said person was surrounded by candles and was not human but…animal? Confused and a tad wary yet unable to help herself Ndale interrupted what look to be dancing that humans seemed to fond of, “Why do you have horns? Are you mage?” Creeping forward Ndale found herself squatting a few feet away from the woman, her face scrunched in confusion. Hadn’t she read of a race with horns? Ah, what were they called? But try as she might the word eluded her and instead she settled on waiting for this woman’s answer.

[Canrehne]

Suddenly stopping, she turned her head to the visitor, flashing a nice, warm smile. "They're not horns. It's my headdress. I am a mage to an extent, yes." Canrehne said, still smiling as she gently titled up her headdress a little. "You're not from around here, are you?" she said, looking at her eyes. In awe, she just stood there for a brief moment, simply staring at her eyes. "Uhm.. why are your eyes red?" Canrehne spoke out in a calm, soothing tone, clearly fascinated by her albino-white skin and her red eyes which looked just like two rubies. Truly fascinating and appealing. The candles were still burning and Canrehne was still standing in the five-pointed star which was drawn out in her blood.

[Ndale Soromund]

A hat! She should have thought of it sooner! Humans wore hates all the time but humans and mages were different, so this person was a mage-human? Ndale gave little hum and hopped forward more, her eyes soaking up all the light they could from the candles in an effort to properly see the face that accompanied the voice. “I am living here for a while but not birthed here.” With each word Ndale moved closer, sinpecting the person in front of her like one inspected a murder scene. Dissecting each movement the other made carefully, she seemed harmless enough but she had found that humans, as of the late, tended to be more predatory than most animals she knew. It seemed that the other woman was doing the same as if they were having some odd form of staring contest until her companions question broke the silence. “Uhm…why are your eyes red?” “Albino. The healers say it is what I am.” She gave a small rolling shrug, her eyes now trying to take in the surroundings. Though her vision was better than a humans at night the shades of gray seemed to blend still she was positive the substance smeared on the floor was not water. Ink? Perhaps. “What are you doing?” As she spoke she reached out her fingers, vaguely wondering when she had gotten so close, the tips coming into contact with the thickening liquid. Ah! This was a liquid she recognized and straightening herself slightly Ndale crab walked to the side, nearly toppling over. “Blood!”

[Canrehne]

As the light waves were pounding the shore of Zeltiva, the starry, dark night was a soothing sight for everyone. Even for those who could not see colours, it was truly amazing. Almost jet-black waves were slowly slamming and spreading themselves over the sturdy pillars which supported the entire structure of the Cerulean Pier. Canrehne adjusted her headdress some more, taking a deep breath whilst inspecting Ndale. Starting from her pure white hair, Canrehne diverted her attention to Ndale's mysteriously red eyes. Canrehne stood there for a brief moment, keeping her breathing subdued as she was thoroughly inspecting Ndale's eyes. Some discomfort is certainly something Ndale could feel. Canrehne then adjusted her raven-black ritual headdress, speaking in a low, somewhat mysterious tone. "You weren't born here, huh? Where are you from, then?" Canrehne spoke out, straightening her posture - still inspecting Ndale rather curiously. She was clearly not used to seeing Albinos in Zeltiva. Canrehne still stood there, in a moment of peace as she was inspecting Ndale's crimson red eyes. Canrehne nodded, observing Ndale as her fingertips were introduced to the smeared blood on the ground. That very moment, Canrehne smiled before Ndale suddenly yelped: "Blood!" The moment Ndale chanted, signifying that there's blood on the ground, Canrehne could not help but chuckle. She looked back at Ndale with a neutral expression on her face, speaking out loud; clearly on the verge of laughing. "Y-yes, that is blood!" - Canrehne said before bursting into laughter, looking at the young, confused female who almost fell over due to the silly crab-walk. Bursting into laughter, Canrehne slightly bent over, rubbing her belly with a witty smile on her face. "You're so funny!" Canrehne barely managed to come out with that due to the laughter she was experiencing. After a good, long laugh, Canrehne stopped - arching her back before looking at Ndale with a smile on her face.

[Ndale Soromund]

No one had ever asked here where she came from, it was always a question of what one was doing now. Each human reacted in a different manner it seemed. Well, different than most. While one could say Ndale was always honest that was not quite the case. For her it was more simple reasoning: if there was no harm in giving away the information then there was little reason to keep it a secret. “Mura. I lived with Konti for long times.” Times that she only vaguely remembered now. Oh, certain memories stuck out and her Kontinese was a fluid as ever but…the finer points of their society were fading rapidly. Strange. Perhaps when things were not so strange in Zeltiva she would return. Her thoughts did not wander long though, the human’s scrutiny of her quickly wiped away all thoughts as well as her own seeming fear of the blood. More rioting, was it? For an instant her heart stuttered, lately this was a common occurrence but the woman’s laughter soothed her nerves swiftly. Such strange humor. “I am amusing?” she really didn’t see how, but her attention was still on the blood, one question at a time was easier than many, at least for the humans, they were so given to confusion! “You injure someone? For blood?” Even if the woman was indeed the type to do so Ndale was once more inching forward, this time straightening herself out so she stood toe-to -toe with the woman. She found her neck craning at an awkward angle though, so maybe not exactly toe-to-toe.

[Canrehne]

Upon hearing the word Mura, Canrehne sidetracked her attention to the next words to come out of the female's mouth. The female apparently lived with the Konti. Why would one live with the Konti, though? It made no sense that the female who was standing right in front of Canrehne lived with the Konti, but she wasn't Konti herself. Or so she didn't say, she only said that she was Albino. "So.. you're an Albino Konti or what?" Canrehne asked in a fast, convivial tone. The amusing, very odd female was an interesting individual. Maybe her limbs could be used for experiments. She doesn't seem to know how to use her legs properly. Though, what if she's a liar? What if she's actually just a hallucination? Doesn't matter. Canrehne had to find out who is she, and where does she come from. "Why, yes. You are amusing, my dear!" Canrehne suddenly said, looking at the woman with a semi-smile on her face. Closely inspecting the individual, Canrehne came to a quick but clear conclusion. This individual was not a good one for experiments. Such confusion was not something Canrehne needed. Not for Animation and not for Malediction. Animation-wise, the individual would make the animated objects confused and pesky, just like the person was at this very moment. Malediction wise, it would work, but nobody would want a talisman that makes them more foolish than they currently are. Upon hearing the question whether she injures someone for blood, Canrehne took a moment to gently shake her head from the left to the right, slowly flailing her black headdress. "No, I do not injure anything or anyone for blood. I only take the remains." Canrehne said, smiling teasingly as the woman stepped up with a weird posture, staring at her. "Say.. would you like to give me some space, young lady?" Canrehne said, seeming somewhat miffed by the individual with the odd posture.

[Ndale Soromund]

Ndale cocked her head slightly, why did humans always assume she was a Konti? Could she not be one of their elders with white hair? Apparently not. Giving and small shake of her head she spoke swiftly, cutting across the end of the woman’s question to spew out more. “I am not a Konti, what are you? Humans do not usually where horns.” She almost regretted interacting with this woman though; her stare was not like Ndale’s simple curious observations and notations. No, this woman was picking her apart with her eyes, a predator by nature then. Her words only made a further tingle go down Ndale’s back and she unconsciously moved away as if responding to the woman’s request. This woman enjoyed carrion? A vulture of some sort then? In human guise? Or maybe she was one of those. Humans called them cannon balls but her animal kin simply referred to them as defective. Broken beings who ate their own. All the same it brought her a morbid sense of curious. A slim sliver of self-preservation was the only thing that kept her from commenting—for now. Instead she obediently back up some with more a questions falling from her lips as she did so. “Are you going to finishing dancing? Why are you dancing? Show me.” The last was more of a demand, most of the time she found her human guise awkward when attempting the graceful fluid movements that came to most human females. Better studies would probably teach her more and if this woman would show her the dance perhaps she could try to imitate her. But she was forgetting something…what was it—oh! “Please.”

[Canrehne]

Waiting for female's answer, she watched her cock her head due to curiosity. She gave her a curious smile, being surprised by the answer that was given to her shortly after. After all, she was not a Konti. Thought, what surprised Canrehne more was the question directed to her. Was she a human? Of course she was a human. How could she not see this? "I am a human, and these are not horns. It's my ritual headdress.." Canrehne said, sighing a little due to the annoying, very obvious questions that she posed to Canrehne. Carefully observing Ndale, she started wondering what the Hell she was. Albinos were something... odd. She didn't have any special marks that were visible and would even HINT Canrehne to what she was. Upon Ndale imperatively 'asking' Canrehne to stop dancing and to show her, Canrehne tilted her head to the side, looking at her - completely confused because she stopped dancing the very moment the female arrived. "Excuse me?" Canrehne said, stuttering it out a bit due to the confusion. What could Canrehne do with such a confused, lost individual? Upon hearing the 'Please', Canrehne chuckled a little, shaking her head. "What do you mean?" She said, being about as equally as confused.

[Ndale Soromund]

Ndale was not one to mince words, in fact, though she knew some humans did not speak the fullest truth she preferred to always do so. Even if she was quickly learning it was not always polite. “You say for ritual but you are…a dangerous human. Like not human.” Ndale found herself shrugging not quite sure how to put into words what she thought of this woman besides danger. And as if to prove that point the woman’s annoyance shone through, the albino stepping back cautiously. Angry humans tended to lash out. Bu whether or not the woman was truly dangerous though she found herself doing some sort of dance, scurrying forward to inspect her closer then darting back for fear of repercussions. Realizing something else she decided it was unimportant but maybe knowing this humans name would explain why she seemed…not human. “You are named, yes? What is it?” Realizing the human did not know what she meant Ndale found a pinch of impatience and annoyance at her lack of communication skills. How exactly was she supposed to say what she wanted if she could not make them understand. Ignoring her mild annoyance and wishing to see the woman do what she had done before Ndale tried to mimic her. Her arms failed awkwardly and her feet tangled up themselves, nearly sending her face first into the wooden planks. Still she stood and repeated the process, though this time she voiced her strange movements. “What I seen you do before. You did before I come.”She was about to demand the woman do it but slowly formed it into a simple question instead, “May I watch you do again?”