Closed Sweet Vinegar. Bitter Honey. (Jesslyn, Soren)

[Miria]

Spring 10, 513 AV “Adjust to the head wind.” This archer was not alone at the archery ranges this morning. Standing besides her Soren was subjected to her 'teaching' methods, though if he will pick up anything was all on him.“Again!” Miria cried out. After a brief pause the pair fired three shots almost each within ten seconds of each other. Today it seemed that Miria fed today's archery addiction by teaching Soren a thing or two about archery. The first thing that Miria wanted Soren to learn was to shoot with confidence. In fact if that was the only thing that the Coolwater could teach the Frostfawn she would be content with that. So far though their progression was erratic at best. “You have to want it Frostfawn” Miria let her words sink in as she reached up and touched Soren's face tenderly. “Your going through the motions but I don't see the resolve that you normally show. Let a smile touch those defined features, put a little flair in your shots, be a little proud of yourself already!” Pinching her pupil's cheek Miria lightly slapped some sense into that handsome face of his. Walking a few paces away from him Miria quietly retrieved the arrows ever so slowly as Soren rested. Thankfully the archery range was not as busy as it normally was which led Miria to offering Soren a lesson after dragging him to practice. The archer could feel a few gazes fixed on her while bending over to pick up after the earlier shots that Soren made. The usual orange hue from her eyes overpowered the somewhat fair face of the archer as she addressed some of the stares with a look. “Better then shooting stray trees right Soren?” Miria smirked separating their bounty of arrows into two piles. Today Miria had her usual workday attitude challenging and giving back her own retorts at the comments given to her. If only the archer had enough confidence in everyday life much like how Soren and Silarial seemed to have. Maybe one day she would dare to talk familiar with someone that didn't have anything to relate to the ranges. For now though Miria would have to settle with toying around with those that knew her at her best. “I got a proposition for you. What do you think about that barn boy?” True Soren did not do anything to warrant the slight razing from Miria but it seemed inevitable to her if they spent enough together. Besides the best friends Miria found were the ones that she could argue with for hours on end. “Last time I might have went overboard and caused the both of us a bit of trouble we had a contest.” Miria smiled scoffing internally at the 'trouble' that was actually pretty fun. The archer had doubts that Soren remembered the exact details but as long as he remembered they had fun was all that mattered. “Well I think it is my turn to set up our little contests between each other.” Miria offered the arrows to the Frostfawn as sweetly as she thought possible. Of course Miria was setting Soren up but he was young and eager. He would probably enjoy it either way. “Alright if you do this right I'll be your faithful servant for the rest of the day or maid or whatever piques your fancy.” Miria offered perking up at the chance of doing something special for Soren. Though the archer treasured her melancholy in a way Miria was flexible enough to give new ideas a try. However if Soren tried to make her do anything too weird she might just deck the guy. Blinking innocently Miria told Soren the same would apply for him if she was not satisfied with the results, a beguiling shade of blue from her eyes accompanying her words. “Come on! Your young. Your butt can take it if I happen to win.” Miria could barely contain the laugh that soon came from constantly teasing the younger Frostfawn. Ah Soren it's guys like you that makes this so fun. Blowing him a mock kiss to further antagonize the fledging archer's attempts to concentrate Miria then signaled for them to start. With a longbow it was easier for Soren to be effective from twenty yards and onward despite the lack of experience. All he had to do was realize that and believe in himself. Miria sure did. You can do this silly. At Miria's order they took aim at the leftmost ten yard to start. Once again they shot in relative sync with each other. At her command they would both release their shots no matter how unsure the Frostfawn seemed. The exercise was focused on giving Soren a mass amount of chances to land a shot rather then taking time to measure each shot. Eventually Soren would be able to just feel the shot like he did before on command. Through this training Miria hoped to make Soren's body remember through muscle memory. If Soren was paying enough attention enough times he would eventually know the proper motion. Going from left to right they both shot at the ten yard marks at least once. “20.” They repeated the process with the twenty yard going from left to right shooting consecutively. "30." Moving to the thirty mark Miria only gave him eight seconds between each shot after they let the arrow loose. The Coolwater would mix up the distances but kept the same unrelenting pace. Finally thirty attempted shots later Miria looked at Soren noticing he had an extra arrow from the rally. “Bonus shot make sure to aim this one” Twelve shots aimed at the ten yard target, twelve at the twenty yard mark and six at the thirty yard mark. Miria's shots were distinguished by the red feathers so that it would be easier to compare between the pair of them. The archer face did not betray her thoughts on the matter instead giving Soren a deadpan stare as if asking if this recent rally was an improvement. “What do you think?” Miria waited as Soren decided if he won the contest or not before shrugging at his answer. Miria wiped the sweat that was accumulating on her brow with a sense of accomplishment. This teaching venture was going much better then she initially thought. The archer was tired and sore for sure she had more then enough gas for her to have fun. Younger vantha were so invigorating. “You wanna eat some flavored snow before relaxing at the tavern after?” oocYea I went bit overboard. Was on a 12 hour plane ride so here I had time for a really long intro. Hope you are not against me making you practice some archery Soren. Go ahead and infer I go along with Soren to the tavern, get some flavored snow and/or whatever you choose.

[Soren Frostfawn]

The arrows flew through the air, after only moments at least a hundred arrows had reached a target. Soren panted, sweat pouring off his body as the last of the arrows hit a mark. Miria had just made Soren go through a brutal immersion program. Eventually after ten minutes of constant shooting Soren didn't even think about it, it just happened from sheer practice. He would draw the arrow and it wold somehow find its mark everytime. He smiled, Miria was forever her flirtatious self. He liked to flirt back with Miria. He almost knew that it wouldn't lead anywhere serious it was playful at best. He didn't know how he knew this, it just seemed that Miria wasn't at all seriously advancing any real interest it was merely a fun game between the two with no real draw or passion. However that is not to say Miria wasn't incredibly attractive and seductive, and their wasn't any kind of physical attraction between them Soren just had the distinct feeling it was a harmless forray into flirting and seduction. "Well, I for one prefer the trees and nature. But this is nice as well." He smiled as the dark hired woman proposed another contest between the two of them. Soren had lost the first of their competitions and immediately his eyes narrowed with determination to beat the archer at her own game. He smiled at the blown kiss, an obvious ploy to use her charms to cloud his head Soren thought. He let is arrows fly as Miria called out the distances and he immediately moved to the different distance. The arrows once again flew and Soren smiled as he saw most of his arrows hit their targets one by one. Of course his aim was a little off and he was working primarily off of pure instinct rather than aim. He would have to learn how to integrate the two as Miria did. He smiled despite the fact that he was clearly the loser in this competition as he looked over the targets. His confidence in archery was growing though it was obvious who was the better archer."You won this one, but mark my words gorgeous. Practice hard. If you don't I might just wind up surpassing you very shortly. And sure, flavored snow sounds awesome."He winked and walked toward the doorway heading to the tavern not looking back to see if she was following.

[Jesslyn Skyglow]

Jesslyn dropped her head down on the Taverns bar and sighed. She was physically tired. And mentally overwhelmed. Sylvia had come over yesterday and had bombarded her with questions, demands, and then threw her out of her own house. Jesslyn had sat out in front of her house while bangs, curses, crying, and screaming came from her house. When Sylvia finally let Jesslyn back inside, even Jesslyn could see the place was a mess. Sylvia had fallen to the floor and Jesslyn slowly went down with her. Hugging her best-friend as she cried. Tensions were high but emotions were sound. Sylvia had cried into Jesslyns arms for several hours, at least it felt like it. And then had to be carried to Jesslyn bed as she had fallen asleep. Jesslyn had stayed after wards and started to clean things up as best as she could. Occasionally her feet would step into paint and she'd had to find the source. But what had Jesslyn in dry tears was one of her paintings. She knew which one it was by the markings. But dryly she had realized she needed to pick herself back and and move on. So she threw the painting away. Jesslyn sighed again and closed her eyes. Her cloak sat under her jacket and her staff hidden under the tall bar. "I'll take another." She spoke into the bar. Jesslyn would rarely drink but she felt she should be allowed at least a couple brews. Nothing big or too heavy. Jesslyn thought to her broken bestfriend lying in her bed with puffy eyes and tears staining everything and tried not to 'cry' herself. Just as Jesslyn was nursing her next drink the door opened up and cold air came rushing in. Laughs followed it. One she recognized clearly. The other she had a small time of confusion in placing it to a vibration.

[Miria]

"D'aww?!?! Gorgeous? You don't say? Well now Soren you really know how to make a girl feel pretty sometimes Soren. Which is rather confusing since you were such a hot mess when I first met you.” Thinking over what she said the Coolwater quickly fixed her earlier statement. Couldn't let the Frostfawn get a big head right? “Though now that I think of it you still are. Just a little new and improved is all." The combination of having a possible rival in archery paired with the willingness to get some flavored snow after brought the happy golden hue back to Miria's eyes. "Lovely! Just what I wanted to hear! This time I'll be treating you little brother. And please. Call me Miiri from now on. A pet name to share with my newest, bestest pet." Sticking her tongue out playfully Miria waved for Soren to go on ahead while she cleaned up their mess.

Walking out once more into the range Miria quickly bundled and store all the arrows in today's session in her backpack. This batch seemed especially good considering Miria's lack of consistency with fletching. "Each day an improvement. Until finally..." Perking her head up Miria at the sound an arrow landing near she noticed an archer shooting in a two lanes away from her. Strong, smooth motions coupled with a taunt concentration. Miria easily recognized him as the man who always seemed to practice day in and day out. If he was there, he would stay for the day. Appraising his technique the Coolwater noticed that the man did not rush his shots but rather made sure that each shot was dead centered. Truly a work of art.

Perhaps that is how Soren should also do it. Ten minute sessions of quick shooting to build up a decent speed and rhythm then five minutes of calm accurate sniping aiming at the farthest shots. In time Soren would revert the five minute session into the quick shooting and ten for the later. Then if he really stuck to his training he would just need to shoot and that would be enough. "Simply amazing how far and how accurate one can be with a longbow." Shrugging at the quick reflection Miria bounded back towards Soren waiting for her outside. "So... Wait till you hear what I've got in store for you later this day."

Sharing her early musing with Soren Miria suddenly grew quite as the pair walked side to side. It was hard to believe I to have someone to do things with all of a sudden. Even more so when they looked when they looked at that! Covering her mouth out of the blue Miria covered what sounded to be stifled giggles from her mouth jabbing at Soren's shoulder for no season. Taking his arm Miria rested on the same shoulder looking innocently at her new companion. “You know I would never take advantage of you right Soren?” Wondering if she knew herself what she meant Miria went on to explain what she intended. “I mean I might lead you on at times or otherwise toy with you a bit but you understand what I mean when we are talking about us right?”

Looking at Soren's eyes a murky green rose up from her iris before she spoke up again. “Just know that if anything happens I'll be here for you.” Looking away for a moment Miria's cheeks reddened at the sudden intimate moment. “I mean you are after all, my dear little brother of mine. I can't help but feel overprotective when I know how gullible you are with bad people. Anything bad happens I won't forgive you if I am not one of the first people you called for.” Nuzzling him playfully Miria reverted back to her usual shades of yellow and blue. “Now yellow snow while not commonly good in other places in Avanthal is amazing over where we are heading. Get yourself one and me a red flavored one. Then I'll allow you to carry me all the way to the tavern.” Sticking her tongue out playful Miria then took out just enough for the two cones before leaving Soren to order them for them. “Your welcome.”

After a quick session and stopping by the snow cone stand Miria could hardly suppress her joy ordering Soren to carry her on the final last stretch to the bar. "Greeting and salutations patrons of Red Diamond!" Smiling winningly Miria felt as if everything was going right for her that day. "What did I tell you hon? The yellow snow cones are just fine. I'd be hesitant if they offered a brown one though."

Finally noticing a not so friendly Vantha named Jesslyn close by Miria could not help but otherwise feel sorry for the way she acted earlier towards her. Given the mood she found herself in and not wanting to be at ends with the 'fellow Skyglow' Miria started forward in her direction flirting with possibly disaster. "Stay over there for now dear. I've got to talk with this one for the moment." Taking the seat next to Jesslyn Miria quietly to think up what to say to break the ice. Miria's eyes trailing down Jesslyn's back the Coolwater smiled appreciatively to the long length of hair the blind vantha had. "You know I would simply die happy if I got to braid your hair all day."

Smiling slightly waiting for her response Miria found herself laughing lightly at the slight annoyance she still felt realizing Jesslyn could not read her face. "I suppose that would have to be for another time. Your a mess Jess." Trying to part a strand of hair perhaps a bit too close to Jesslyn's face Miria paid no heed to the Skyglow's mood as the Coolwater tried to share her own. "Come on then tell Momma Miria what the problem is. I'm only here to help." Not completely sure if her words were sincere Miria could not stifle the snicker that came after. "Haha. Sorry about that. I'm just really happy today. Wanna know why?"

"Soren! Come over here." Beckoning the Frostfawn to join them Miria gazed approvingly at Soren before turning her attention back to Jesslyn. "This big studly hunk just agreed to be my slave for the day. To do with as I please." Giving a herself assured look Miria merely dealt with the fact Jesslyn could not see her expression by winking jokingly at Soren. Though a slight tell from the pair of them alerted Miria to something amiss between the two of them. "Wait a chime." Looking at both Soren and Jesslyn in turn it was easy for the Coolwater to read into the situation.

"Soren..." Gazing back at the Frostfawn Miria positioned herself closely behind Jesslyn. Leaning forward Miria's hands coddled the blind vantha's waist before moving her way slightly higher trying to get a rise from either of them. "Don't tell me you've been cheating on me with Jesslyn here." Looking back at Jesslyn for a reaction Miria laughed inwardly viciously before placing her a calm reassuring hand on the blind Vantha's shoulders. "You like this girl don't you?" Doing a flattering introduction of Jesslyn with her hands Miria present Soren with the floor for a moment . The slightest of moments before suddenly constricting her hands around Jesslyn's head. Resting her head behind the Skyglow's hair Miria whispering just high enough for Jesslyn's to hear. "Well too bad! Soren's mine for now."

oocAgain if I took any liberties you felt I should not do pm me and I'll change it accordingly. Reading over the CS's you both seem the type to easily read given a situation. Otherwise forgive me for taking awhile. It's really easy once you get started and I gotta say. I actually enjoy writing with the pair of you. So many chances to do something fun.

[Jesslyn Skyglow]

Jesslyn hated that voice. The last time she had run into that voice it had caused her nothing but anger. And she had done nothing wrong but try to get out of the cold! Only to get lost latter and have to stay with a friend. Jesslyn didn't care if the woman wanted to die happy. It was her hair and Morwen so help her if Miria thought she would ever get her greedy hands on it!

Though Jesslyn just simply took a gulp of her drink and shrugged. She could feel Miria fighting with herself, she was oozing happiness but there was some frustration there. Jesslyn wanted to growl at Miria as she called Jesslyn 'Jess' and a mess. Who did she think she was? She was nothing more than a Vantha woman who needed to get smothered in some snow. Or set loose into a herd of Frostfawn Deer at night. A dark night with no light.

But Jesslyn kept in her angry thoughts and simply swatted at Miria's hand when her blur molded with Jesslyn when she messed with a peice of hair close to her face. 'Morwen, give me the strength to deal with this woman.'

Jesslyn almost hit Miria when she called herself 'Momma Miria' but took another drink. This one even larger. When the evil woman finally revealed herself Jesslyn snorted. But the snort was stopped short when she heard a familiar name that could only be one person. A small smile etched her face as she went to turn to the blur that could only be Soren.

But it was stopped when Miria called Soren a slave. To do as she pleased. Slowly the smile dropped and Jesslyn turned back to her drink. 'Great, my date is...' Jesslyn froze when Miria said Soren was cheating on Miria with Jesslyn. Pain shot through Jesslyn like a knife and she found it hard to breathe. The guy she liked was a cheater?

Jesslyn blanked out until she felt hands on her shoulders. 'No he doesn't like me. He was only playing me. That son of a..' Jesslyn wasn't able to finished her thought before Miria had her head down and was whispering in her ear.

Jesslyn had had enough. Jesslyn pulled her elbow back and sent her head back to knock into Mirias. This bitch was going down. Jesslyn turned out of her grasp and with the last of her beer Jesslyn threw it on Soren. Jesslyn turnd her attention to Miria, "Get your icey hands off me you shyke. Go find a new toy to play with and leave me the Morwen alone. I'm tired of your shit."

Jesslyn's eyes burned red, "Take your slave and that ice cold heart of yours and go home. Your unwanted and not needed. Shykes like you need to learn there place and let me tell you." Jesslyn leaned in dangerously close, " It's lower than any outcast or traitorous man out there." There was a slight hint of alcohol on her breathe but Jesslyn wasn't even buzzed. A bear and a fourth of one wasn't enough to get her close to drunk or even tipsy.

And really.... Miria and Soren better be lucky she didn't have anymore or there would have been a very angry blind Vantha on their hands. And only Sylvia knew how to deal with Jesslyn when she was like that.

[Miria]

oocGuess we can make this just a Jess/Miria thread

A sharp rise of pain was felt in her stomach followed by a brunt if not abrupt bump on her nose. Releasing the light embracing hold she had on Jesslyn Miria's hand quickly went to nurse her agitated nose before turning her attention back to the blind Vantha. Looking up with one orange eye Miria watched as Jesslyn threw her drink at Soren before shouting at the archer.

"Calm down I was just-"

Miria listen quietly as Jesslyn talked at length about her displeasure with how she treated her. Granted Miria was somewhat malicious in her intent but she probably would have made peace when the opportunity presented itself. Now perhaps not.

"Your much too strung up there missy."

Wrinkling her nose slightly out of pain and also out from Jesslyn's breathe Miria slowly eased herself back into the seat besides the hostile Vantha. A final nudge at her nose followed by a sharp intake of breathe Miria gave a short groan before resting her an arm on the table. Resting her head upon her uplifted palm Miria regarded Jesslyn thoroughly peeved if not slightly seething.

"Wanna talk about it? Tell me how mad at me you are? Possibly tell me how wicked I am with my premeditated acts?"

The underlying tone of sarcasm bit into the air as Miria finally decided on how to ultimately convey her feelings to Jesslyn. Miria was still making light of the blind vantha but still found herself trying to console the constantly volatile Jesslyn.

"Share with the world why your so irate. I might be sarcastic and rude but at least I can explain myself. What of you?"

oocSorry again that I took a bit. Haven't really played with Miria all to much as of late.

[Jesslyn Skyglow]

Jesslyn knew she was 'strung up there.' But if she wasn't she would have shied away from Miria and not thrown her drink on Soren. Which she now regretted. Pulling back as Miria's blur did Jesslyn turned herself to face the woman now sitting by her.

Jesslyn didn't flinch or even regret hitting Miria as she heard her sharp intakes of breath and groans. Jesslyn was not okay with Miria and felt she had all rights to be angry. Jesslyn wasn't fazed when he felt the blur of Miria's start to throb. Much like how Jesslyns did at the moment. Jesslyn was a little too angry to notice the development in her 'sight' but in the back of her mind she noted it.

Jesslyn didn't like Mirias tone with her because she wasn't a child who needed a firm spanking. She was a grown woman who had a detesting for the woman who didn't know how to communicate with her words and voice. It always seemed that she had to use everything but those simply human tools.

When Miria practically spit venom at Jesslyn, Jesslyn almost found herself wanting to hit the woman again. But she breathed through her nose and let her blood red heated eyes stay in the direction of Miria. "You might be? Sorry to disappoint you Miria but I know that you're rude and sarcastic... in that order." Jesslyn was smart enough not to scoff. But she never did learn to shut her mouth.

"Does the all-wise Miria thirst for some drama? It always seem you carry some on you. Why not add a little more. After all, you are asking for it." Jesslyn rubbed the back of her head as a goose-egg started to develop. " My best-friend was with child. After her last check-up my mother gave me the knews that the child was not likely to make it. Her husband walked out on her and still hasn't come back." Jesslyn pulled back her hand and rubbed her thumb over her first two fingers, "As for you."

Jesslyn paused and smiled, " I never could get along with people who always tried to have the upper hand with me right from the start. I might be blonde but I'm just like everyone else. Except I pay more attention. But here you are acting like I've killed your husband and your child. You try to take what was mine after figuring out it was mine. But then you don't stop with the pushing the fact that I'm blind in my face." Jesslyn narrowed her eyes, "If you have something to say. Say it. I can feel it under my skin and see it vibrating off you that you would like more than to simply sit here and talk with me."

[Noblesse]

Miria Coolwater :

Please update your ledger with your living expenses for Spring 513 AV. I recommend changing the format of your ledger as well, to make your purchases easier to decipher. As soon as that is done, PM me and I will post your grade here!

Soren Frostfawn :

In case you return, please update your ledger with Soren's living expenses for Spring 513 AV. PM me right after to receive your grade.

True nobility lies in being superior to your former self

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