Flashback [closed] The Mystery Of Wanderlust (Maurelle)

[Tiernan Swiftriver]

Timestamp: 20th Day of Fall, 511 AV. Location: Zurex Ruins oocUnsure of what form you want her to be in Human/eth-wise so I make no mention of the time of day. I'll leave that up to you if it is day or night. The Zurex Ruins was full of some of the most intriguing mysteries one could find. All manner of whispered, or wide spoken rumors being told about what secrets lurked in the shadows of its halls. Shadows that lingered beneath the massive tree that encroached over the facade of the ruins. Tiernan stood in front of the ruin observing the massive roots of the tree that seemed to act as pillars for the building beneath them. Tiernan being a curious soul when it came to such mysteries found it time to explore the ruins for himself. Spread out around the courtyard in front of him the meager remnants of long abandoned campsites; shredded fabrics of eldritch tents and ash from long burnt out campfires forming a makeshift path for the Svefran male to follow up towards the thick roots of the massive tree. Tiernan pulled the beige scarf that wrapped around his head which formed a makeshift hood, brushing fingers through his tangled brown locks. Jerking at one of the knots to separate the naturally blond highlighted tips. Slipping the brown leather hide backpack from his shoulders, he allowed himself a minor amount of comfort after the long arduous process of anchoring his ship and trekking to the ruins themselves. He began to make a fire one one of the old campsites. In front of him were several stones set in a circle on bare dirt. Walking around the area he began to collect dry leaves and dry bark for good tinder. Placing them all in the center of the stones he began to collect kindling twigs and branches to make the fire burn longer. Above his tinder, he began to form a teepee with the branches leaving one small gap in the side to ignite the tender at the center. Taking his flint and steel out of his back pack, he held both pieces in his hands then struck the two objects together. Sparks suddenly ignited from the flint rock and fell down towards the tinder of leafs. A small plume of smoke began to grow from beneath the branches. Leaning forward Tiernan began to lightly blow on the tender until a flame erupted. Once the camp fire was fully burning he started to remove his artistic toolkit along with a peace of parchment. Removing the long brown sash from his waist, he folded it to make a cushion as he sat down cross legged. He began to relax as he started to draw the entrance to the ruins. Fascinated by the encroaching tree over the structure. Tiernan began to draw thee roots of the large tree as he let his legs rest, knowing he would soon go off to explore the ruins.

[Maurelle]

Maurelle was never the one to be in a hurry, so she was slowly gliding along the path that led to the ruins of Zurex. Enjoying the sight of the large threes stretching from the ruins. The path was far from new to her just like the view, so she was not in fear of being lost. Not to mention it was not that far from the shore. Above all, that was the place she learned most of the things she knew about poisons that included roots and tree bark, the place held sentimental value to the Ethaefalm, she claimed to find the way there through pitch black nights. This place seemed to be safe, but occasionally she let her amber eyes look back to where her catamaran was left, stories of pirates were common and she was worried even if she hadn’t managed to encounter any on her trips.

She was enjoying the soft light of Syna on her skin, making it glister with a golden shine just like her golden horns. A linen bag across her shoulder; inside there were her flame tongue, flint and steel. She held an oil lamp in her hand, prepared for the darkness inside the depth of the ruins. Today was the day she decided to finally step inside the ruins and not just collect resources from the outside them. Even if the strong roots that stretched from them held the right concentration of bout poison and medical qualities, she had a good guess that the ones not touched by sunlight were much better and therefor worth the risk.

Maurelle was getting caught in in her own world, and began singing the tale of Leth & Syna. Her voice was pleasant by nature, but far from polished. She had some notable problems holding a melody, but believing she was alone added to her bravery ”a tale as old as time…of the ever changing moon, his hearth belong to her~”. her smile stretched as she ran her free hand through her cherry red hair, her eyes closed and she walked by memory. Choosing to sing in the language of the Konti ”So gentle and calm, so not like him, he wished to change~” she was awakened when the faint smell of smoke hit her nose. Her eyes flew open and as she looked around. Only now did she realize that she had come across the ruins. But what really surprised her was that she saw a man here, with a camp fire of all things. Usually people didn’t choose this place for camping.