Clear Air (Raven)

[Tryn Frostfawn]

Prepared to listen intently to quirky facts and interesting things about Raven, Varjo was surprised she didn't have much to tell. He somehow didn't believe that, but whatever her reasons were for not sharing, they had to be good ones and he was never one to pry too hard. So he let it be and took what he could get. Walking along, Raven then tripped and almost fell, but her instinctive grip on his arm saved her. She tried to play it off like she wasn't embarrassed but he could see it all over her. It was kind of cute. She apologized, though she didn't drop her hand from his arm, and he didn't mind. He bent his arm at the elbow, bring his forearm up to his ribcage to better escort the fair maiden at his side. "Don't apologize. It happens to us all," he said giggling. It then dawned on him exactly what she'd said. Her parents had both been Knights. Yet she'd refused to join them. But why? Not wishing that life for yourself is one thing, but complete refusal is a little more serious of a deal. "Refused to join them, huh? May I ask why? I know that life isn't for everyone, and I don't expect the children of the Knights to be an exception to that, but you seemed a little agitated when you said that. I don't think I'll bother with them myself, but you never know." Figuring she could explain on the way back, Varjo remembered that he hasn't yet seen much of the city. Raven would probably know the best parts to show him too, if she didn't mind. "Raven, would you mind showing me around the city a little today whenever we get back? I haven't explored much of it since my arrival. I know a lot of things are in ruins right now, but I'd like to see what's left. If you don't wish to be inside the city that much, I don't blame you and I'll explore on my own just as well. Just let me know." He flashed her a hopeful smile and waited to see if she would explain anything about her refusal, or if she'd shut him out. She indeed seemed to be a bit of a complex person, but Varjo enjoyed a challenge and liked trying to unravel people.

[Raven Nightfoot]

Raven was glad that Varjo didn't make a big deal about her little trip, she laughed along with him although there was still the lightest of blushes on her face. This was made worse by their now closer proximity as Varjo held his arm to his side, escorting Raven through the woods. The warmth of his skin, the appearance of his naked abdomen and the feel of his muscle in her hand was proving itself to be slightly arousing to the young woman. She shook her head trying to rid her mind of such thoughts although she still felt like she was beginning to heat up. Varjo asked her about her comment on the knights and she thought of a way to word it so that she didn't sound like a rebellious teenager, "The Syliran Knights..." she trailed off for a moment thinking of her parents. "The knights protect the innocents and persecute the criminals...and don't get me wrong, that's all fine and dandy, BUT...The Knights are the rulers of Syliras, they alone decide what is innocent or guilty, and they are very black and white. The knights may seem great, but they rarely excercise compassion or sympathy." Raven knew this all too well, often her parents would tell her that there is no good reason to commit a crime, and one was always guilty or innocent. There was NO middle ground. Raven noticed Varjo had started speaking again while she was lost in thought. She shot him a smile as he asked his question. "I would love to be your tour guide for the day." she said teasingly as she gave him a wink. "Let's start making our way to the city." she said happily, gripping the muscle of the kelvic's bicep.

[Tryn Frostfawn]

Ears tentatively listening as she spoke of the Knights, Varjo shut out the rest of the world to pay her the attention. He still took in the beautiful scenery around him, though it was starting to appear like it might rain today. While summer weather in Syliras was famous for being rather nice, he was informed that a thunderstorm rolled through now and again. Varjo loved the rain. For multiple reasons. The rain was cleansing, soothing, he loved the smell of it, and he loved to play in it, in either form. The rain was always cool and refreshing and the rhythmic sound of it could often put him to sleep. And he would have to admit that his hair looked sexy all wet, and he was all sleek and shiny when he got wet as a horse. Raven happily agreed to be his tour guide, and he turned them around to head back to the city. Who knows the things she'd show him and the things he'd learn, and he was rather excited for such an adventure. He liked having her around. After so much traveling alone, it was nice to have someone funny and playful to spend some time with, and her beauty was just a bonus. He'd seen her wink at him a moment ago, and with a face full of sincerity, he winked back at her through the shaggy hanging strands of his hair. Much of it had fallen into his face, so he used his free hand to run through his hair and push some of it back out of his eyes. Not wishing conversation to end yet, Varjo asked Raven another question. "Having grown up here, what do you think of Syliras as a whole?" OOCSorry it's short again :/

[Chevalier]

Varjo Kuva

LORE

• Syliras’ Surrounding Areas
• Raven’s Uneventful Life

EXPERIENCE

Skill	XP Earned
Land Navigation	1
Persuasion	2
Seduction	1
Storytelling	1
Rhetoric	1
Interrogation	1
Observation	1

Raven Nightfoot

LORE

• How Kelvic Shifting Works

EXPERIENCE

Skill	XP Earned
Meditation	1
Rhetoric	2
Seduction	1
Interrogation	1
Subterfuge	1
Storytelling	1

Storyteller Notes

Secret :

Obviously things ended up being cut a little short, but I tried to award what I could see.