by Yas Heron on September 9th, 2013, 11:32 pm
Perhaps coming back to Zeltiva was a good thing, as it had brought some activity to a travelling lifestyle. The red haired man smiled and walked the streets down to the beach. There were some areas from the party that kind of still stunk like kelp beer that Wart had thrown upon the fire in her hasteful panic. Certainly, magic was looked upon with some disdain here and there but he hadn't intended to use his power for malice at the time. He couldn't bring himself to go and apologize to the young lady--no matter where in Mizahar that she might have located to. The seaside town's streets buzzed with activity, as per the usual, and there were a few items that poor Yas had to peel himself away from. No job, no qualifications save for knowing a few spells... The Gods certainly knew that he had to save his money for something that might be one hundred percent useful down the road. As his foot-wrapped feet touched sand, his blue eyes looked up at the shoreline.
A woman was approaching what looked to be a... Wait, what in the world was that thing? His curiosity piqued, his steps moved lightly onto the sand as the progression forward began. To his monumental surprise, it was an Akvatari! As far as he knew, or since he himself had been to the University a few years ago, they were relatively rare. Maybe it was time to dismiss that notion; It'd been years since he'd been back to this place, for goodness sakes. It was only a stark shock that stopped him from joining in on their conversation.
What was he thinking? He looked like a mess! Biting his lip, the travelling robe was quickly taken off and folded right up to reveal his clean outside clothes and his lightly tanned skin. The mop of a head he had would probably make them think he was a bum... Some 'preening' and some reorganizing of his person definitely made him that much more presentable for the last question regarding Laviku and Zulrav. In a careful, and a voice that surprised him, these words bid forth:
"Laviku is the deity of the seas, and Zulrav..." A brief hesitation as he cleared his throat. "Has something to do with the storms." While not a direct follower of any singular God, there was a little prayer that Yas wasn't struck down for getting that wrong.
"...Pardon my intrusion, ladies. I am Yas Heron."
(OOC: Forgive me, I always feel bad for noting an [Open] thread. Feels like that this RPer is just butting in. If you want him out, this post can be retracted.