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[Shiress]

20th Day Spring 513AV Settling into a new life in Syliras has been easier than expected for Shiress after 3 days shy of a full season spent in The City. However, dealing with the memory of the life that sent her fleeing to the city, and the journey itself hasn't been. Her first days spent in Syliras are a blur at best. She wouldn't have known how she came to be within the city walls had it not been for what others have told her. The days there after were riddled with pain and recovery. So, now that she is near fully recovered, there is plenty of time for the plague of horrible memories of her past to come flooding in and they have in fact, as of late, the memories are accompanied with a new found fondness of ale. When she's not working there, The Rearing Stallion is her favorite place to drown away sorrow. It wasn't unusual for her to be found sitting in a far corner table staring into her mug minding her memories. This evening isn't any any different, but thanks to an over crowded tavern and an annoyed Shiress, her pity party at The Stallion had been cut short. Shiress drained her mug, slid her chair out with barely enough room to stand and stepped away. The tavern was oddly crowded for what day it was and the loud, drunken voices had become intolerable considering her voice wasn't part of the obnoxious merriment. She slid and stepped around the gathered mass of standing patrons, paid for her ale and made her way to the door. A rather agitated expression forming under green eyes as she was bumped more than once causing her to stumble as she stepped through the door. Her arms crossed with a last exacerbated glance to the entrance as she onto the road. The city was beginning to darken with the falling sun. The torches already sporadically lit areas along the road. With a slight limp and sway to her gait, Shiress walked unhurried along the side with an occasional glance and feigned smile to passing faces. She wondered through the entrance of the Stone Garden. She glanced around to the handful of people scattered about before making her way to a more secluded stone bench. She leaned back against the vine covered stone watching the falling water from the fountain dance around the pool. Her thoughts were of a dark dismal past she wished she could escape. Her head lowered with a sigh and apprehensive smile. "How pathetic am I right now." She whispered.

[Fallon]

Fallon had been in the gardens for a while now, catching a moment of peace in the evening when she could. Although the day had been eventful with her dragging Kreig around in the daylight hours, she felt the calling urge to get away from the people if only for a moment. So in what would have been the dwindling dusk Fallon left the dormitories, and escaped from the maddening crowd with Orvin following shortly behind. He was for the most part well behaved, only wandering on occasion, but never too far. But that was now chimes ago now, and Fallon was calmly pacing the garden, occasionally flexing an aching muscle from the training, and enjoying the feeling of having armour absent from her frame.

It was as it always had been. Calm, collected, just as she had left it the previous year. A memorial of for what had been lost and what had been gained. And in a sense, it gave her a moment to reflect once more on the events of the past few days, to acknowledge what had been put before her. The city was just as it was before, busy, thriving, existing. The people were safe and had recovered from the Djed storm all that time ago. She had the opportunity of a life time before her, to put herself to the best of her abilities. But perhaps importantly to her was the fact that she was home, or at least as close as it ever will be.

Her boots pressed against the cobbles, the patter of Orvin following behind her before he darted away. A new target had been sighted, a curiosity growing in the cub having now consumed. He barely gave her time to react before he ducked out of sight around the corner.
Great, what’s he seen this time? Fallon sighed and picked up her pace. She remembered the last time the cub was distracted and how he had run off, and how her and her travelling companions came across a Symenestra. Of course, everything worked out in the end, somehow. Still, she had to try and master some control over him, if anything for her own sanity that he would not hurt someone. By this point however, Orvin had begun to let out a few playful yaps, his attention caught by another person.
“Orvin!” she called out as the pup as she strode up after him and to the woman he now sought attention from “Sorry about him.”


oocFeel free to control Orvin for a bit. Think of him as big puppy.

[Shiress]

Shiress lingered in such deep thought that she hadn't even noticed the small snow colored wolf pup at her feet. Her body jerked with a startle at the yelp for attention from the pup. "Aw, hello there little one." She said as she leaned over and gave the pup a scratch between the ears. A wide smile spread across her face. Shiress had a great fondness of animals, especially wolves, though, she didn't know or better couldn't remember why the her favor leaned toward the wolf more so than others. The young wolf leaped up pressing his front paws against her knee just as a frustrated figured stepped quickly from the shadow calling for her wandering pup. Still smiling, Shiress gave a quick glance to the strangers face then quickly looked away hoping the shadows would keep her tear stained face hidden. "Orvin is it? She asked, her hand running down the white, soft fur. "Oh, he's no bother. A perfect distraction actually." Shiress placed her hand beneath the pups chin and lifted his snout. "He's beautiful, ma'am. He'll make a fine companion, Im sure." She watched as Orvin moved his nose along the cobble stones to his masters feet. Her eyes locked on the curved sheath shadowed against the woman's side before moving to her face. She smiled hestitantly "My name is Shiress by the way."

[Fallon]

And there was Orvin soaking up the attention where ever it came, even when Fallon’s face was full of frustration. She gave a tired sigh, her head shaking as she approached. This woman, Shiress, for the most part seemed unphased by the approach of the pup. After all, he was a creature only interested in play at his age. But soon, Fallon knew that rigorous training would be necessary to turn him into not only a companion, but a loyal beast that would fight. Her lip however did curl to the compliment to him though.
“He’ll only make a good companion if he behaves a bit better,” she gave a nervous laugh as she crouched down “Orvin,” The head of the cub snapped to her, his eyes meeting Fallon’s with interest. She waved a finger before him before tapping him on the nose “No running off,” He gave a snort, his paw reaching up to his snout, whilst Fallon turned her head to Shiress, watching those eyes briefly look elsewhere before going to her face, “Fallon is mine. Fallon Skylar.”

For a moment she was silent, her mind contemplating the scene, on how to act or not act. People after all were never her forte. Her eyes looked away for a moment, averting back to Orvin who now had managed to focus all his attention onto his master. He raised a paw and gave her a prod with it, before turning his head to the scene around them. Fallon gave a sigh and rubbed her brow, and gave him a firm pat on the head with a gloved hand “Go on, go stretch your legs, I’ll be about.”
The pup gave a playful yap before darting off to the fountain and peered inquisitively over its edge. For the meanwhile however Fallon turned her attention once more to the woman gave tried her best to give a friendly smile, “So the uh… stone gardens? Kind of uh, quiet? You come here a lot?”
As always Fallon, you are useless at small talk.

[Shiress]

Shiress smiled at Fallon. It was good to know she wasn't the only one who struggles to make conversation with strangers. Most days she would rather sit and stew in self pity than talk to anyone, but today her heart ached for companionship. Just to not be alone with her thoughts. She sighed with a smile. "No, actually." She said scanning darkening garden with her eyes. "I usually snuggle up to a corner table at The Rearing Stallion." Shiress laughed. "I have come to fancy myself an ale or three in the evenings. When Im not tending the bar there." She glanced up. "How about you? Do you visit here often? Oh...here. Im sorry, would you like to sit" Shiress moved over allowing enough room for Fallon to sit. There was something about this woman that had Shiress' curiosity peaked. She studied her face as she gave her the invitation.

[Fallon]

Fallon for a moment gave a blink at the woman, before bringing herself to stand up straight. Her ears listened to the supposed waitress of the Stallion, recording the word to memory. She remembered the laughter on the lips, the light hearted nature of it before she returned her attention to the question at hand and the gesture of Shiress. She took slow steps over, eyebrow cocked as came closer. She took a seat, before turning her eyes to the fountain and where Orvin was still peering into with interest.
“Myself? I come here now and again outside of training,” she watched the pup briefly turn his head to look at them “It’s calm here. Helps me think and focus. Reflect,” she then extended a hand and pointed to Orvin “I also come here to give him some fresher air and exercise. Keeping him cooped up and not use to people… Well it won’t make him a good companion.”

She turned her eyes at that point to Shiress, her eyes flicking around the expression on the face of the woman, the tell tale signs of something bothering her. Not that Fallon would ask, it was not her business to pry into another’s life “So, the Stallion. Must have had some uh… interesting things happen there?” To be honest Fallon was no longer sure what she was talking about. Her mind had simply collapsed with questions unable to bring themselves forth “I mean… not a lot was happening when I went there last. Well… there was a bad musician, but…” she gave a nonchalant shrug “So why here instead of a bustling bar and mulling over an ale? I mean, surely that's more fun?”

[Azcadelia]

Azcadelia


The blossoming spring had brought mixed reactions to Azcadelia. The female, red-headed mage had been through a lot in these twenty days: applying as a spy for the knights, meeting some new folks at the Stallion, finding some odd romance and others. The mage was now weaving her way about the gardens, the time was late and she was far from ready to turn in even though she was exhausted from the day.

"Orvin!" a call rang out that came from a familiar voice saying an even more familiar name. Orvin. Azcadelia's mind flashed to yesterday's incident in the bar then a smile cracked on the pale mages faces. Fallon is here, she thought. What better way to spend the night than with someone who didn't like you? Azcadelia muffled a chuckle to herself and made her way towards call - her slightly pumped shoes crushing the rubble on the ground, sounding off a telltale 'clack clack clack'.

Once Fallon was in the jade orbs of Azcadelia another person perked their head. Shiress, the barmaid from the Stallion that Azcadelia had met last winter, late last winter. "Yoo hoo," Azcadelia called out as she approached the two. "Good evening, loves, how go thee on this fine night, hmm?" Azcadelia's emerald robe whipped behind her as a breeze flowed with the magical aura that accompanied her. The aura was always with her thanks to her ability to call of the Djed within her body. People never felt completely 'normal' around her.

Now standing, a little ways in front of the two woman and the wolf pup, she cast a small toothy smile and waved politely.

[Shiress]

Shiress watched Fallon's lips as she spoke. She waited until the woman came silent before she replied. Her curiosity peaked however at the mention of the word training. She wondered if she was training as a squire. The thought made her green eyes narrow with a frown. Squires were not her favorite of topics in more recent days thanks to certain rumors of doctor turn squire that one might here tending bar in the city. Her attention snapped back to Fallon just as she asked about The Stallion. Shiress laughed. "Yes, well, it's not as exciting as one might think, as a matter of fact, I only left there less than a bell ago. It was a bit...loud this evening." Shiress shifted in her seat to put her sight more directly on the woman. Her eyes moved down and then back to Fallon's as she spoke again. "So, training you say?" Just as the words came from her lips another interrupted. "Yoo hoo." Rang out a familiar voice. Shiress moved her eyes sharply around Fallon to the fiery redhead bounding right for them. "Ah." Shiress slid her eyes back to Fallon. "Looks like more company. Hello Azzy. What brings you to the garden this evening." My pity party is getting crowded

[Fallon]

Fallon gave a slow nod to the words of Shiress, her eyes focusing on the pup that padded his way around the base of the fountain. It was understandable that the tavern would have turned busy by now, and perhaps a moment of escape was a relief to her. No doubt the same way it was also a temporary escape for Fallon. She felt those eyes fall upon her once more, but Fallon did not turn her head to face her. It was far from her being rude, it was more of her keeping an eye on the young pup and making sure he did not get up to any mischief. She was about to respond to Shiress’ question before another person graced themselves with their presence. A face that Fallon once thought she saw the last of. Her eye brow cocked as Azcadelia approached, but her eyes did not waver from the cub. If it was not for that subtle movement however, it would be safe to say that Fallon’s expression stayed the same, calm and complacent.

“Evening Miss Rosan, here to listen to more unusual and made up tales from me? Or just a general stroll?” she said as she leaned slightly to the side to receive a better view of Orvin “Yes, training. Long, horrible hours of training and… Well… I imagine you get the idea,” Her eyes narrowed at the pup as she watched him clamber up on the side of the fountain, “Orvin, Down!”
The pup looked at her for a moment, before releasing a sigh and clambering back down from the side. Fallon in turn simply shook her head at the pup and continued her ever careful watch of the curious creature. Her eyes for a moment slid to the two women, momentarily taking in their position before returning them back to the pup. It was about to be the start of a long evening.

[Azcadelia]

Azcadelia



"Hello, Shiress and Fallon, oh you too Orvin," Azcadelia said with friendly intentions. "I must say this night is rather boring, or is it just me?" she spoke agian before taking a seat on a bench beside the one Shiress and Fallon were sitting on. With the cross of her legs Azcadelia gazed at the two, her jade orbs taking in their detail. Shiress looked rather despaired and Fallon looked indifferent - nothing different from the night she first met the pale woman.

"What's wrong Shiress, you look upset, not men troubles is it. If you ask me they're not worth the bother," Azcadelia looked at the barmaid with concern. Waiting for an answer she ran her pale, petite fingers along the bench, feeling it's texture and age.