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[Syren]

21st of Spring 513av Midday Syren had left on a hunting trip and caught quite a fair amount of game. The usual couple of rabbits and a possum were accompanied by a small bare. He was quite satisfied with his catch, already having returned with it to his camp. He'd put away his traps and his short bow and set out for a strol. It had only just passed mid day, and the weather was cool and pleasant. It was a lovely day. Syren walked around the outskirts on Endrykas, pace slow and ambling. He kept the farthest most tents on Endrykas in sight as he walked. Meliyah had opted to stay home. She was in the middle of a drawing that was taking her a long time to complete, so she had stayed to finish. So, a little disappointingly, Syren had gone alone. Some days Syren was cheeful, others, not unlike this day, he felt unhappy. He would delve into his memories. He would feel the ache in the pits of his stomach as he remembered and missed everyone he had known and loved in the past. It was a nagging sensation at the back of his mind, one that he'd learnt to push away, but it was always there. There were a few potential friendships forming lately though. With the silent Drykas who had said he was a hunter, when Sy asked for his name. Then there was the very loud Drykas who he had promised to see again. He'd even been bold enough to suggest a future friendly Spar. He smiled to himself as he thought about how that would go down. The guy looked real tough, and talked a big game, but holding his own in a match against him was something Syren thought he could achieve. Syren stopped, and looked up at the clouds that lazily drifted above him, lost in his thoughts. What had he been thinking coming out here anyway, there was nothing to do. He didn't feel like practicing his skills, not alone anyway. But what else was there to do here? The boy sighed heavily and looked around. No one milling around that he could see as of now. Syren huffed and turned around. He began ambling back towards his camp, in no hurry. Secretly he hoped something interesting would happen to distract him from going home.

[Vallora Salvari]

"Thank you," Vallora called out in Pavi as she left the small stall manned by an old man. She had passed quite a considerable time there, hearing respectfully as the older man told her about his time as a Syliras Knight. It was actually quite an interesting tale, though sometimes the man seemed to be lost in his own thought.

With a slight effort, she shouldered the her full backpack filled with the Salvari Pavilion's supplies for the week. It was not much, really. Just some venison, vegetables, plus a handful of herbs and spices. A water pack also weighed her down, filled with water that she had collected allover the edges of Endrykas. The payment she would receive for today's water should be enough for her to keep for herself. Her brother's birthday was coming up and she was hoping to give something to him. She had no idea what, but it wouldn't hurt, saving up some mizas.

Having been gone for most of the morning, Vallora would love to return to her own tent and rest. As much as she enjoyed her work as a Water Reimancer, it was no easy job and required a significant of patience.

Vallora quickened her steps, letting packs swing with her body, not really noticing that the straps were a bit loose. Somehow the water pack slipped free and before she could even react, a boy, who came running by, had accidentally stepped on her precious water hold. Upon the pressure, the pack's opening was thrown wide, letting the water which she had gathered out. Irrevocably, the water goes wasted, seeping into the ground. Great Syna, really? Am I really that unlucky?

Vallora cursed under her breath and tried to keep off the annoyance off her face as she bended down to pick up the fallen water pack. The little boy had stopped and stared at her in shock and fear. She looked at the boy who had just wasted hours of her day.

"Sorry, I am so sorry," the boy rambled on in accented Pavi, marking him as a foreigner. He couldn't have been older than ten. Vallora's heart softened a bit, she had no strength left to be angry at the boy, anyway.

"It's alright," Vallora replied back, giving the skinny boy a small smile. She waved it all with her hand and shrugged easily. Upon closer look, she realized that the boy might be a slave of a foreign visitor and he was probably quite afraid if his master knew of the accident. "It's quite alright." The boy muttered off some more apologies before finally scampering away. Vallora could only watch him disappear between the colorful tents.

Sighing deeply, Vallora glanced at her now empty water pack, knowing that she could not afford coming home with no mizas to spare. Even with Xaven's job as a hunter, their budget was pretty tight. She could not let a day go pass with her having no income at all.

Another trip through the wilds in order to look for water sources? No, that would not be a very good idea. She was too close to overgiving her magic than she would've had liked - Vallora could already taste the faint metallic tang in her mouth. The only other thing she could think of was hunting. But hunting requires her going out far from Endrykas and she could not possibly go alone.

Now what?

[Syren]

The young man made it back to Endrykas without any distractions. He felt like going back to his tent and ignoring his Kelvic, then having a kip. This was ridiculous though, Syren wasn't in the least bit tired, in fact he felt fidgety and bored. He wanted someone to talk to, someone he could kill time with. He just wanted a good time with a decent person. Syren unhappily entered the throng of Drykas men and woman who were going between tents, laughing happily with family and friends. Syren felt the familiar pang of sadness as he watched mothers and fathers lecture their kids. As a few friends would talk and laugh, sharing playful banter. This was not Syrens home, but he could make it his home. No one noticed him as he snaked his way through the tents, but he did notice something. Something that made him stop and observe. A young boy ran past where he stood shouting an apology as he bumped Syren. He ran and then, to Syran's surprise, stepped on a dropped water pack that a young woman had let slip from her bag. Coming from the burning lands of Ekytol, Syren felt horrible for the woman. Water was something very, very precious from where he hailed from. He watched the screen unfold with concern. The woman apparently forgave the boy, who looked mortified, and after many apologies he kept on his way. Now the young lady stood there, looking at a loss for what to do. She was pretty, with a mane of long brown hair and narrow blue eyes that caught the light and shone brilliantly. There was something about her that made Syren walk up to her. It wasn't her outward appearance, she was very pretty but there were many that fit that description he could have approached. He couldn't say what it was exactly. She just sparked his interest. He made for her and said in his rather choppy Pavi "Hello. You look troubled." he smiled kindly, genuinely and indicated the spilt water "I rather hope you can speak common. Pavi is a skill I'm still working on" he gave her a nervous grin, while studying her face for comprehension "My name is Syren, nice to make your acquaintance is there anything I can do to help...?He trailed off, waiting for a name. Syren hoped this woman knew any common, otherwise this would be a waste of breath.

[Vallora Salvari]

An unfamiliar deep voice snapped her attention away from her empty water pack and to a figure who looked like he was not from around here. A boy who looked roughly her age came into her line of sight and it took her another fraction of second to process that he was the one who called out to her. Her body tensed, fixing her eyes sternly on the stranger. Immediately, her mind identified him as a foreigner - and an extremely new one that is. His mannerism showed that enough and she couldn't help pressing her lips together. Experience had taught not to trust strangers at all, especially when it comes to foreigners.

Yet, most people carried on as if they saw nothing and the rest looked at her with a mix of pity and sometimes amusement. Ironically, her own people ignored her while a newcomer actually took his time to notice her. Beyond her control, her cheeks were flushed with embarrassment. No doubt that they would think that she was stupid for being so clumsy. Her fingers tightened around the pack in her hands and she gritted her teeth in determination.

She weighed the risk of traveling the Sea of Grass all by herself and decided against it. As much as she needed the money, she needed her life even more. Desperately, she needed another to make up for today's lost.

All of the sudden, Syren had suddenly asked if she was okay.

"I am alright," Vallora answered the boy stiffly in Common. Obviously his Pavi was flawed and it was pure luck that she happened to know Common too. He had said that his name was Syren. Odd name. Then again, she found most foreigners have odd names.

Vallora narrowed her eyes and looked away. No one simply offered help without expecting something in return - including her. She did not give away her name right away, and instead, regarded the man coldly. "I don't need any assistance. Even if I do, I'm sure you can't really help me."

OOCSorry for the late reply I've been so busy these days.