Completed Bibbity Boppity BAM (Coren)

[Sliver]

Sliver bristled then. It was one thing to be in a foul mood after being provoked by a bunch of drunken louts, but it was another thing in its entirety to insult her station and her dedication to it. She was sorely tempted to just start beating on the individual for his insubordination, but she pulled herself back. It would do no good to start violence, proving that his actions had been justified. She collected herself once more, in-taking a deep, hopefully calming breath. She remembered the priestess’s words about her pride, making sure they stuck there in her mind when she spoke. “If you wish to rush to your verdict, that is well and good. All I asked is if you were hungry, for I obviously am.” Her voice was calm, but if Coren was listening, he would be able to detect how her teeth were gritted, clinging onto politeness when it was far from her mind. “There is a bakery that way, and a couple pubs not far from us, do you have a preference?” She stood like a statue, her breaths audible, holding her concentration, and cursing her companion for abandoning her. Of course somewhere far in the back of her thoughts she was aware that this was clearly a test to see how she dealt with this kind of thing, but it was not her forte, and she felt this with every fiber, her hunger not aiding matters at all.

[Coren]

Coren didn't back down when the woman got angry when he just pointed out the obvious facts, getting something to eat while on duty didn't really scream about your dedication if you asked him. “I was taught as a boy that delaying the bad things only makes it sting more when it finally happens, so yes I would indeed like to get it over with.” coren said in reply to her barb, trying for the world to seem unaffected while on the inside he was just plain annoyed at her behavior. She really was proving to be quite the pain. “But thats just besides the point I had. I want the icewatch that protects me to actually be doing their jobs and not to hear that something important escaped their notice just because one of them was having a snack during a time he or she shouldn't have been snacking.” Coren just shook head head after he had said that last phrase. “But like I said, I don't care what you do, its your hide.” At her question if he had a preference he just shook his head clearly not wanting to continue the argument. “I'm not hungry, though I would advice against eating in that pub.” He pointed towards one of them. “There works a waiter there that spits in the food of people that do not tip well or that he doesn't like. And he doesn't like people who aren't vantha.” it was obvious from coren's tone that he didn't find that piece of information out secondhand. But most likely had been the victim of that nasty surprise.

[Sliver]

Sliver slowly calmed down, her breaths easing, and her posture becoming more relaxed. She wasn't sure if the stranger was always this agitated, but he had a point certainly. Sliver wasn't about to explain to him that this situation didn't really ring of anything life threatening or completely dangerous, but it seemed every action she attempted to display a bit of kindness only back fired in her face. She refused to take his accusations to heart, however, and led him away from the pub he had pointed out and to a bakery where she picked up a great number of sweet danishes and rolls, still warm from the brick oven kept out back. X1 GM, 1 SM removed from ledger Most she slung into a leather pouch designed specifically for the messy foods she so enjoyed, and heaved it over her shoulder, keeping about three for herself. She had swapped forms a couple times that day and her appetite was apparent as her body sought to regain it's strength. "Are you Vantha?" She offered him a dark berry danish, despite his refusal before she did not entirely believe his lack of hunger, especially as a Kelvic, whose stomach was never full. Regardless of whether he took it or not, she led them on in a more winding pattern towards the barracks, hoping to avoid the main streets and more of those alarming stares.

[Coren]

When she asked if he was a vantha he nodded. “Yes I am a vantha.” He replied to her question as he politely declined the snack she had offered him. “Didn't you notice? The eyes usually are quite the giveaway?” He motioned towards his eyes, the only things that where really noticeable underneath the hood. “But I guess the hood does make it hard to see them most of the time.” Coren responded to her question in a polite tone. “But I guess that confirms my suspicionthat you aren't a vantha or born in avanthal .” Coren continued. “Since every avanthal born citizen has gotten a mark of morwen down the line somewhere we can usually feel if another vantha or human was born here, since people marked by the same god or goddess can feel each other.” he replied as he followed her towards the barracks. “So if you don't mind me asking where did you actually come from, and how did you end up in avanthal with the icewatch guard of all places? Most foreigners really can't handle the cold and want to get out of here as soon as they can.” he questioned once more, not giving a damn about all the stares and hushed whispers behind his back, nor did he really care about the fact some people found such questions invasive or nosy. He was curious about how she got here and he wanted answers to satisfy that curiosity. Other concerns didn't matter before that.

[Sliver]

Sliver was a bit taken aback by the sudden change in mood from her charge. She gobbled up the rejected danish in one gulp, taking her time to mull over his series of questions thrown her way. If those questions were rude, the Kelvic certainly didn't notice. "You are more covered than most Vantha I see, it is the only reason I ask." She tilted her head, sidestepping a rather slippery patch of ice. "I was born in Sahova. I am Kelvic, and sought purpose, so I came here. I cannot tolerate the cold as well as the marked such as you, but I am a wolverine, the cold does not wear at me as it does some." As if on queue, a chill breeze whipped across her face, reminding her that the North was constantly attempting to harass those without their tell tale snowflakes. "What Hold were you born into?"

[Coren]

Coren just shrugged at her reply at him being more covered then more vantha, he had been asked that question or people had pointed it out at him so many times it really didn't concern him anymore. “I feel more comfortable this way.” he gave the polite reply, not really going deeper in on it then that. The fact he didn't feel comfortable at all when not wearing clothing that didn't cover the majority of his body wasn't something she needed to know in his opinion. When she said she came from Sahova it didn't ring a bell, so he filed the name away for later so he could look it up in the library. Hopefully it had some information about that in there. “That name doesn't sound familiar to me to be honest.” Coren admitted. “Purpose, since you joined the icewatch I think you have found it haven't you.” He kept the fact he thought her dedication to the duty was less then admirable in his eyes out of the conversation, he doubted she would restrain herself from clocking him in the face if he continued to press that issue. He was about to fall back into silence when she brought up the hold. Something that let his eyes flash a dangerous granite before settling into an angry yellow. “My hold doesn't recognize me.” Coren said slowly in a barely restrained voice. “Nor do I recognize that group of imbeciles as relatives.” Coren seethed as he quickened his step. “So what hold I was born into doesn't matter.” Coren tried to calm down, tried to shift his thoughts to something else, just like every single time when it was brought up he couldn't help to still get angry at the fact they threw him out like a piece of garbadge.

[Sliver]

Sliver didn't notice the lack of specificity that he laid out for her when explaining his clothing choice. If he did not care for the same amount of clothing as other Vantha, it wasn't really her concern was it? Just more of a curiosity. She was confused that he had never heard of Sahova, however. "Perhaps you would like Sahova. No one would shun you for your magical tendencies, for it is an island devoted to studies of all things having to do with magic." She often thought back to her time upon the island. She did not miss the Nuit or the magic that made her spine crawl, part of her knew she never belonged there. But Khilo....she had always belonged with him. She grimaced. Best not to think about it any longer. It was then that she saw the reaction her simple question unleashed upon the bitter mage. The wolverine slowed down slightly, listening quietly to his mini tirade, letting him seethe and fume. "It is right to be angry at them, but your anger seems to get the best of you, and that is not alright." She couldn't imagine that he'd take her advice very seriously, since he didn't seem to view her very seriously, but she took solace in the fact that the mage knew little about her to judge upon, just caught her hungry and a bit retrospective. "Have you ever considered leaving Avanthal? It seems you dislike most things about the City....or" She contemplated this for a moment "...most of the people, anyway."

[Coren]

“I'm not at all angry about them. They are worth nothing and the only thing they deserve is my disgust for their close minded behavior.” Coren replied quickly. A bit to quickly for it to be really believable, for as much he wanted to have nothing to do with skyglow hold. Seeing your parents throw you away like a bag of thrash, well it felt as if somebody ripped his heart out and poured salt in the wound. While making sure he was alive during the entire process. Though you wouldn't get Coren to admit that to himself in any circumstance. “Lets just drop that, I am not going to bare my soul to somebody whose job is to drag me towards the barracks for judgment.” He replied in a tone that was a bit more restrained. At her suggestion of leaving avanthal he let out a miserable chuckle. “Of course I have thought about just getting up and leaving this place, nobody wants me here anyway and I probably would be able to work better without them needeling me when I do groceries. But that's usually when my mind kicks in and tells me that no matter how much I despise them, I simply can't survive in the wilds on my own, so I need the services that the civilization provides.” Coren let out an annoyed sigh. “So it doesn't care if I want to stay here or not. In the end I'm not able to leave without help, help that I'm not able to receive because nobody wants to help a mage anyway.”

[Sliver]

Sliver was stumped by that. It was a strange concept for her, to try to contemplate not going where you wanted because you couldn't survive in the wilds. It was dangerous to be sure, but Sliver had never let that stop her, and she had the numerous scars to prove her myriad of follies over her relatively short life span. A thought occurred to her, but she was unsure if she should voice it. They walked in silence for a time, and even Sliver's apparent hunger had left her. The wind sang a cold symphony to them through the space of the buildings, and the looming structure of the barracks drew near when she finally spoke, stopping a short ways off from the building "Have you ever considered joining the Icewatch? " Her voice sped up then, not wanting his negativity which he seemed so ready throw out at any moment. "They would welcome someone with magical talents, and you could learn about surviving in the wild, perhaps you could even tell them that your position would only be a temporary one. You would be able to serve the City, then depart when you had learned enough to leave..." Her voice grew quiet, it was strange to her to see someone who wanted so desperately to escape persecution when this city had shown her nothing but warmth. She disliked seeing the man so obviously distraught, he reminded her too much of a mage she had once known, a topic that bothered her the more she walked with him.

[Coren]

The woman's question after the long silence completely blindsided him. If he wanted to join the icewatch? The question had never come up to him, but now that she asked it he knew the answer without thinking. Not even if a second valtarrian would come if he refused. Though he wasn't stupid or brash enough to say that out loud like that when standing next to an icewatch member and in front of the barracks. “No, I haven't ever considered it, but I know that isn't the place for me.” Coren said after a short pause. “I have my hands full already with my projects and I'm not willing to drop those to work for the good of a city that honestly would rather see me dead in the wilderness . Might be petty but I don't think its worth my effort.” He kept the fact silent that there might be people in the icewatch itself wouldn't spit on a chance to leave him in the woods or try to make his death look like an accident if there was a good chance they could get away with it. “Besides, I don't think there even exists something as a temporary position in the icewatch. Don't they demand dedication to the job? If they knew you where going to pack up and leave anyway, would they find training you and supporting you even worth the effort?” Coren added his own two cents on the issue before shifting the topic to something more pressing then his problems. “So, guess we are here,” He remarked dryly as he gestured to the building. “lets just get this over with?”