Closed [Farson Home] An Easier Second Meeting (Hadrian)

[Besnik]

Besnik 44th of Winter ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ There had been a lot going on in Zeltiva in the recent weeks. While not directly involving the Kelvic, he had been affected nonetheless. The death of a guard and revealing of a murderer within the city had shaken Valo and, in turn, had been troubling Besnik over their bond. That on top of the restless feelings within him and the desire to enquire about the trip to Darva, had him thinking about a lot, mainly over what he planned to do in the future. He’d never been one to think ahead before, but that was beginning to change. He walked through the city, thinking with difficulty about his options. He’d left the part of Zeltiva he’d explored already, hoping to find a distraction elsewhere. The stone streets were like the rest of the city, yet with different shops and houses lining them. He carried on walking, usual curiosity about everything surrounding him dampened slightly by the morbid thoughts and ever present worry that seemed to surround the bond since his bondmate had witnessed the murder. Besnik looked up as he passed a tall building, halting with his eyebrows drawn together at the structure that stood out from those surrounding it. With the worn away grey walls and a tower marking each of the four corners, he felt excitement as the welcome distraction he’d been searching for stretched in front of him. Curious eyes on an alert face skimmed across the walls visible beyond the iron barring that shielded much of the lower parts from him. Part of the building seemed to be in a state of disrepair, crumbling slightly, whilst the other half looked habitable. Besnik hadn’t seen anything quite like it in his time within Zeltiva and moved forward to investigate. He wondered what purpose the building could serve. The large gates looked locked, and as it was not his property he knew better than to try and see if they would open. Instead he looked in through the gaps, tilting his head at the curious sight. Past the gates was a courtyard, dotted with a couple of trees and occasional statues, leading to the double doors marking the entrance of the building. Within the courtyard was a collection of children of various ages, playing and running around. Laughter met his ears, bursting out from a collection of three who stood on the other side of the yard in the midst of a conversation. The canine’s eyes softened at the innocent sight of the young playing happily. He wondered why they were there, when most children he’d seen around Zeltiva had been either on their own or in pairs, accompanied by an adult. Watching the display warmed his heart, made him glad to know that happiness could still be found in the city. He didn’t know their circumstances, but he wanted to watch them enjoying themselves for a little longer. The scents of many children surrounded where he stood and he stepped back, trying to look for some clue as to why there were there. Suddenly another scent hit him, one that was vaguely familiar. He frowned, head tilting the other way and eyes narrowing slightly as he tried to pin down who it belonged to. He frowned slightly, stepping back up to the gate and looking over the children to see if he recognised anyone in the courtyard. ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ ||Besnik|| ||3 years|| ||Kelvic|| ||Bondmate - Valo||

[Hadrian]

Upon closer examination, the dhole-man might notice the stork-like frame of Hadrian Aelius seated on a bench with a small boy tucked up next to him and wormed up under his arm. There was a book spread over his lap, and he was reading him a story. From time to time, one of the illustrations would climb out of the book to dance and cavort, but would quickly disappear. This delighted the boy, but he kept it carefully contained, not wanting the other children to catch wind of the headmaster's little show. But they were near the end anyway, and Hadrian let the boy close the book, and then he gave the headmaster a powerful hug. Times were hard, but there was some joy to be found in Zeltiva. His own arm tightened on the boy, who had come to the Farson Home young enough to be resilient, to not be utterly traumatized by the loss of his parents. Hadrian was falling in love with the children, but he didn't let most people see that vulnerability. In a hard world, one had to seem strong or else the predators and the opportunists came in for the kill. But he glanced up, suddenly aware again of the auras around him, and his storm-bright eyes fixed on the man at the gate. Though he hadn't seen this form before, he recognized the essence and smiled. He dropped a kiss on top of Grigor's head and nudged him off the bench to go play with the others, needing exercise to warm his blood. Hadrian rose and walked over to the gate. "Hello, friend," he said from through the bars. "Come to see who you helped feed?"

[Besnik]

Besnik ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ The Kelvic’s eyes continued to roam over various faces, all a variety of ages with different expressions. Some were laughing, playing with their friends, whilst a couple looked lonely and upset. He wondered where their parents were, what each of their individual stories were. When he was bored he would frequently sit beside a bench or in the corner of a square, simply watching people and trying to make up stories to go with their behaviours. A passing pair might be siblings, or best friends, whilst an angry mother could be yelling at her child for breaking something. Their back stories could be complex or simple, it varied depending on his mood, but he always thought of something. He looked for any adults around who might provide him with clues to what the building with a child filled court yard might be for, or perhaps the source of the vaguely familiar scent. Besnik’s eyes finally landed on a man sat with a young boy on a bench located in the courtyard, a book in his lap. He tilted his head to the side, peering through the bars with a stare unaware of how rude he may seem. The posture was vaguely familiar, the eyes of the man mainly halting his gaze. He knew him from somewhere, but he couldn’t tell where; he rarely forgot a face, yet this one was eluding him. Despite his inability to bring the man’s name to mind, the Kelvic couldn’t help but return the smile sent in his direction. He raised an inquisitive brow as the other sent the young child off and walked over to him. Closer up, Besnik definitely recognised the man’s face. Come to see who you helped feed? Confusion covered the Kelvic’s expression for a few seconds before his eyes widened in realisation. Everything fell into place, the man before him holding the same scent of the one he’d hunted with recently. The difference being that then he’d been a giant vulture and, towards the end, covered in dark feathers. He was surprised the man knew who he was, never having seen him in human form before, but if he could use magic to turn into an animal then there were other things he was probably able to do that Besnik knew nothing about. A slow smile spread across his face as he turned his gaze back to the children he’d been wondering about, realising quickly that the prey he’d brought down on the hunt had been used to help them. “I actually just stumbled upon the place,” he chuckled as he looked back to the man, “but seeing as I’m here, it might be nice.” He hadn’t planned anything for the day and it was generally when he just wandered without purpose that he was put into chance encounters that indulged his natural curiosity. “Oh, and the name’s Besnik,” he spoke with a kind voice, aware that the only introduction in his dhole form was sitting down with a nod of the head to show he was friendly. As useful as being a canine was, in some circumstances it was inconvenient, such as when he came across new people. ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ ||Besnik|| ||3 years|| ||Kelvic|| ||Bondmate - Valo||