"O' course, tis only fair since ya shared with me a part of yer life's story." He nodded appreciatively when Tallis thanked him for being open with it, a compliment to the guard's ears when heard. He listened intently to the details of a Stormwarden, and found himself lost in wonder once again at how they are connected to Zulrav and the wind. To be a Stormwarden sounded like a great and tremendous honor, almost like when Ricky became a part of the Wave Guard for the first time. Joining their ranks gave him a sense of meaning a purpose at the time, now even more since he had things he truly wanted to protect. Truly he felt exactly like he belonged there, and would always forever remain a defender of his home. A protector of his people, and a guardian to his friends and family.
Tallis seemed to step back a bit to demonstrate his ability, at first only a light breeze could be felt coming into the shrine, but then after a moment passed it finally happened. The breeze came to life and filled the whole shrine with it's presence, like a supernatural being all on its own the breeze circled him. Ricky's amazement became clearly present as he looked all around him, the smell of the sea mixed with candle smoke and incense was faint in the soft touch of the wind that surrounded him. When the breeze seemed to fade away Tallis also spoke of being cursed as well, the idea of facing the wrath of Zulrav intimidated him. Ricky truly has much more consideration for the God of Storms now more than ever.
"I'll be sure to praise him and his winds from now on." He assured Tallis with a chuckle, his newfound respect present in his eyes. Then Tallis revealed the mark to him, which he had to pull his shirt up in order to show, and there it was right on the shoulder. The mark of a Stormwarden in its full glory, the experience to see one raw in its invaluable form. Ricky could tell Tallis was more scholarly after all when he saw shape he was in from behind, but his focus was more directed onto the fascinating mark that looked like a hurricane. Though discriptively mistaken as a tattoo at first glance, the silver lines of the mark actually moved a bit with a life of their own. Indicating that this wasn't just some simple tattoo, that this really was a mark of a Stormwarden. "Laviku's beard..." He sighed in awe as he resisted the urge to touch it, the contact would likely surprise and maybe even creep Tallis out if he did. Ricky wanted to respect all possible boundaries, thus he gawked had long enough to remember the mark as it were imprinted in his mind.
"Okay, I've got a good look." He assured Tallis as he waited for him to pull back down his shirt. Ricky gave a wide smile and appreciative bow to him when Tallis would turn to face him. "This has been a remarkable experience for me lad, I can't even begin to express how grateful I am." He complimented with a satisfied appetite, his thirst for knowledge now began to reside as he processed everything he learned.
Tallis seemed to step back a bit to demonstrate his ability, at first only a light breeze could be felt coming into the shrine, but then after a moment passed it finally happened. The breeze came to life and filled the whole shrine with it's presence, like a supernatural being all on its own the breeze circled him. Ricky's amazement became clearly present as he looked all around him, the smell of the sea mixed with candle smoke and incense was faint in the soft touch of the wind that surrounded him. When the breeze seemed to fade away Tallis also spoke of being cursed as well, the idea of facing the wrath of Zulrav intimidated him. Ricky truly has much more consideration for the God of Storms now more than ever.
"I'll be sure to praise him and his winds from now on." He assured Tallis with a chuckle, his newfound respect present in his eyes. Then Tallis revealed the mark to him, which he had to pull his shirt up in order to show, and there it was right on the shoulder. The mark of a Stormwarden in its full glory, the experience to see one raw in its invaluable form. Ricky could tell Tallis was more scholarly after all when he saw shape he was in from behind, but his focus was more directed onto the fascinating mark that looked like a hurricane. Though discriptively mistaken as a tattoo at first glance, the silver lines of the mark actually moved a bit with a life of their own. Indicating that this wasn't just some simple tattoo, that this really was a mark of a Stormwarden. "Laviku's beard..." He sighed in awe as he resisted the urge to touch it, the contact would likely surprise and maybe even creep Tallis out if he did. Ricky wanted to respect all possible boundaries, thus he gawked had long enough to remember the mark as it were imprinted in his mind.
"Okay, I've got a good look." He assured Tallis as he waited for him to pull back down his shirt. Ricky gave a wide smile and appreciative bow to him when Tallis would turn to face him. "This has been a remarkable experience for me lad, I can't even begin to express how grateful I am." He complimented with a satisfied appetite, his thirst for knowledge now began to reside as he processed everything he learned.
