Closed Omen of New Beginning (Ximal)

[Zenab]

Summer 44th, 513 AV Zenab stood toward the great rift that ripped apart the Celestial City. Great line gnawed the earth, stretched miles away as road of the giant gods. Rising air current breathe gently from the depth of the Aperture, driving her dark brown hair with life. She held her beloved shawl tightly, not wanting to lose it at the hand of tricky zephyr. At the bridge that connect Laat Quarter and Celestial Square, she stood motionlessly, gazing at the depth of the rift. Bridge of Beginning. She loved it. Solid stony structure hanging over the empty blackness as materialization of willpower of Nykans. Many Nykans came there to pray to the Aperture. Some people throw foods at the mouth of the darkness, flooded by tears of their melodic mumble and songs of fate. She didn't come there to pray to the rift. She came to admire the wonder it self. Zenab still hold her deepest faith for Yahal. Purity, that was all Yahal sentenced for her tribe, and she would held it to the day she passed to the afterlife. However she admitted that there were miracles vapored from the depth of the abyss. She could sense a great upheaval of power from the Aperture, even without her auristics vision. It was alive, whispering through air, flowing with water and imbued everything around it. Nykans bold and brave lifestyle might be manifestation of the Aperture's spirit. Wild and free, it soul was Nykan's, as well as Nykan souls was it's. Zenab close her eyes for a moment, respecting the great virtue of the aperture. She didn't pray to it, she bid her greeting to the Aperture in the gloaming silence of her mind. I can't offer anything for you. I have no sacrifice. My heart is all for Yahal. I am tiny in your ocean of power... but the best thing I would offer to you is my friendship. You didn't need to accept it. I just want you to know that I am here to befriend with you. I don't have any intention to harm anyone. I want to be friend with you, and your city. Act of reflect brought her auristics on and flashes of aura shines bright at her vision. She paralized a moment when multicolored ray swept her softly. The brigde solid flash, flickering aura surrounds praying peoples, eerie jolly air, and more over, vast empty blackness that linger on the earth. It was beautiful to withstand such a great scenery by her own eyes. A smile blossomed at her face. The city was beautiful and full of danger on its own. But she felt like there was the right place for her to stay. At least for the current time. Who knows? May be an adventure was waiting there behind her door? She need a beginning. Like this one. It was almost time for monks to throw food as a gift to the Aperture and she want to be anywhere but near the cloaked figures. She found they were the most uncomfortable Nykans to encounter. She know that they held a great responsibility to keep the peace inside the wall, but she felt pretty intimadated to know that they could attack her just because she was a foreigner. When Zenab turned around and started a slow paces to Celestial Square, sudden change of air current bended a gust of wind towards her direction. Without precaution, her light shawl slipped out of her hands and flew away. Terrified, Zenab ran hopelessly trying to catch her most beloved shawl. No! No! The air seems to making fun of her, the shawl fell at the edge of the aperture before another strong current blew it towards the other end of the bridge. Desperation reformed as a burst of energy inside, she couldn't remember when she ever ran swifter than that. She reached at the end of the bridge, the East Quarter part and turned right without hesitation. Her shawl floating playfully in front of her at the hands of cool zephyrs and flew directly towards a sturdy man that stood near the street.

[Ximal]

Xi yawned and stretched out his back, he liked sleep but asw of late it was beginning to eat him alive...Xi shook his head and walked forwards alng the edge of the aperture...The deep crevice called to him once before and now it felt like it was doing it again...Something down there either liked him or hated him...either way Xi was not in the best of states this morning. he yawned again stretching out and lifting one of his arms into the air. when something flew into his hand...A piece of cloth? Xi lowered his arm with the piece of cloth wrapped around his wrist. The brown cloak he wore draped around his shoulders almost making him out to be one of the monks, however the shining separation was the gleaming red scarf tied around his head like a headband...Xi glanced around onyl to see a woman running towards him. Xi closed his fingers lightly around the cloth, and raised an eye brow at her..."Excuse me miss...Is there anythign wrong? You seem to be in some what of a hurry...?" Xi took a step forwards and smiled lightly trying to show a friendly attitude however with his natural size it would probably come off a lot more malevolent than intended.

[Zenab]

Breeze of zephyr pulled her shawl to his hand. Zenab was close enough that she could see a slight puzzled expression arouse at his face. She stopped before the man and still tried to control her breath when the man spoke to her. Excuse me miss...Is there anything wrong? You seem to be in some what of a hurry...? He was a head taller than her. A typical blade monk build she ever knew. He also wore the same heavy cloak. May be he was one of the monks who comes to give sacrifice to the aperture. In other circumstance, and especially in other city, she didn't have any reason to worried when people ask such a polite question. Indeed, that was a polite one. Too polite for Nykans. It had been long enough for her to understand much about the denizens. Living at a dangerous city stretched her suspiciousness to the limit. No, when Nykan ask you a friendly question, that just means trouble. But when a monk asked you, that means a big trouble. "I run to catch it. That is my shawl." She replied with half smile. She didn't want to have any confinement with any monks. But sudden urge to laugh burst inside. What an irony. Just a while ago she was talking to the heart of the city, mumbling about peace and befriend, and now she had been given such a challenging test. A complicated one. They were right, the aperture is alive. And apparently it have a good sense of humor. Zenab didn't dare to stare his deep blue eyes. She focused on his red bandana and waiting how the monk would respond to her.

[Ximal]

Oh so the bit of cloth he'd captured from teh stray breeze was her shawl? Xi smiled and handed it back to her, her common though was a little broken, so Xi himself had to ask. "Sorry you don't seem like your from around here, mind if i ask where you're from?" Xi smiled lightly and handed her back her shawl. A little confused as to why she was being so reserved...Then it dawned on him, as with everyone else. "Don't worry i'm not a monk...i just happen to wear a cloak that looks like their robes." Xi looked at her with his head slightly tilted. He stepped a little closer to her the height difference between them coming to a true showing as he utterly towered ver her, the frame of his dwarfing hers entirely. A small smile across his lips as he offered her an inquired grin.

[Zenab]

Couldn't help but felt relieved by the man's words. Indeed she was glad to meet someone who didn't look at her with such a dreadful fury. She received her shawl back and slipped it over her head once again. It still windy there, and she clutched her shawl tightly this time. Carefully, she twisted the cloth around her neck and make sure the naughty wind wouldn't snatch it ever again. "Thanks. And yeah, I came from Eyktol. How about you? I think you're much too kind for ehm... you know..." She gave him a short glance at the denizens. No, he couldn't be Nykan. She believe that everyone who born within the wall of the celestial would generally grew natural loathing against outsider. "I am Zenab. It's very pleased to meet you"

[Ximal]

Xi tilted his head back in the opposite direction and he took a half step back. He clutching of the cloth, and the en noted that earlier she'd been looking down into the aperture...Then came her words, she was from ekytol? That sandy dry place he'd heard of ? Xi shook his head, he was much too kind for this place? He almost laughed audibly. "Well I've seen you looking into that black abyss they call the aperture...And the "you know" have all been down there...All of them have to survive being down there for three days with no weapons or food and just a water canteen. The this is, I've been down there too. It's...Not exactly a friendly place..." Xi lifted his arms to fold across his chest and smirked at her. "Though your right I'm not from here, I'm from a place that's a lot worse than here. It's called sunberth, town of lawlessness and criminal activity. So don't judge a book by it's cover." Though she offered her name shortly after he finished saying she was pleased to meet him? "Well Zenab...I'm Ximal...Just call me Xi, everyone else does. " Xi unfolded one of his arms offering his hand towards her in a handshaking manner, half forgetting his hands were coated in steel and leather.