Completed Connections And Beginnings [Nilika]

[Edwyn]

57th of Winter 513 AV

Edwyn woke up with a start, what a strange dream he thought to himself as his body drew itself into human form. Staring up at the cracked ceiling a line of sweat trickled down his brow like a salted tear, it wasn’t the dank cold air clawing at his exposed skin and ravaged through the small room that troubled him, neither was it the horrifying impression that the ceiling could come crashing inwards at any moment. No, instead it was the horrors and night mares lurking inside his mind that chilled his heart. Quickly though, as with all dreams, this one slowly melted away, its twisted path through Edwyns’s fears sifting through the hands of his imagination and with it so also left the dreams reality and precedence.
Shaking his head in a dog like manner, he pulled himself upright. The room had an almost cell like quality to it, little space, stone walls, windows were nonexistent, the only light came from the hallway or sometimes the hearth when Edwyn lit it, though now the room seemed caught in a dim twilight. Edwyn moved carefully as to not step on anything as he retrieved his clothes from where they lay littered about the floor with most of his other possessions. Pulling a dingy shirt over his speckled hair then down across his chest he glanced around the room for his cloak. Another dusty gust of cold air rippled down the ventilation shaft making Edwyn shiver as his eyes finally found there mark, there underneath his pack spread open across the floor sat the worn piece of cloth and beside it a harshly carved wooden flute, sides lumpy and at points rather uneven because of the apparent haste in which it was made; yet for Edwyn the piece held a surreal beauty.
He picked them both up, throwing the cloak over his shoulders to ward of the cold and then slid his flute into a small pocket at his side. Not quite sure where he was going he simply wished to get out from the room as he thrust open the door and trotted off down the long narrow hallways of Syliras…

[Nilika]

Nilika raised her arms up to the sky and yawned. She was out for a walk. As of late she felt stuffy and was in fear that she had a cold. Luckily that wasn't the case, she just had a sniffle. Breathes of hear escaped from her mouth, they form little clouds in front of her nose. She giggled and pushed a stray piece of hair out of the way.

It wasn't so crowded as usual due to it being early in the morning. Nonetheless, Nilika felt calm and happy which was a change from her usually stoic self. The young Konti noticed a change in her. She didn't know if it was big or small, but she knew something about herself improved. She felt more happy and upbeat. Even if it wasn’t the type of upbeat that you feel giddy and excited but one where the happiness was calm.

She continued to walk before an ache started to spasm through her feet. It was a sign that her feet was tired and wanted rest, she herself was tired as well. Henry can wait a little while longer. Nilika was planning on visiting her horse and taking it out on a walk in the Bronze woods, but not too far, she thought afterwards. She remembered the last time she went there upon a request from her grandma. That ghost was odd though. She silently giggled. Her feet stopped in a bench on the side of the hallway. Deciding to give in to her feet needs she sat down.

[Edwyn]

The ceilinged road seemed to weave endlessly through the rough cut stone. People shuffled past, hoods drawn tight against their cold skin as to ward off the passing chill almost unhindered through the icy walls. Edwyn pulled his own rough cloak across his exposed arms that were soon, despite the cloths protection, riddled with small bumps making him yearn for his light fur and pawed feat. Stepping lightly wind howled down the hallway, cloak pulled taught to his back as it attempted to wrestle free from Edwyn’s grip. After a few moments the air gave a final lion like roar then fell back to normal, the billowing ceasing and Edwyn continued glad to renew his pace once again.

Torches lit the road with an orange glow, though giving little in the way of warmth. Edwyn found himself sinking into a bench dug intricately into the side of the walkway, knotted patterns were chiseled into the armrests that had cracked in a few places. It was less than a chime before Edwyn realized that he was not alone, a quiet breath sounding soft just to his left. Turning his head Edwyn was surprised to see a woman looking back at him her hair a snowy white, Konti, he thought, or at least, he was almost certain that was their name… he wasn’t completely sure in that respect.
“I- oh- didn’t relies any one was here” he finally managed to stutter. oddly the woman seemed strangely different… it wasn’t her physique, she was beautiful, much like a lone flower in a sea of moonlit grass is beautiful, though it wasn’t that… the feeling was something odd, something he couldn’t quite place…

(sorry that I haven’t responded sooner, I was gone for a few hours)

[Nilika]

She looked up at the ceiling and relaxed a little. The tensions in her slowly release its hold. She looked back down at her gloved hands and squeezed them. She smiled and looked on as people passed by her. That was until one person sat next to her. It startled her so much that she jumped and her two ponytails whipped in the air as she stared at the person.

Nilika blinked in confusion has a boy sat next to her. He looked like he was around her age. Since Nilika has been living in Syliras, she hasn’t really been able to meet people her age. She continued to stare at the boy in question. He seemed quite pale for a boy his age. He looked rugged and sick to the young Konti.

“I- oh- didn’t relies any one was here,” the young man stuttered out.

Nilika let out a breath of annoyance. She really took after her grandma with stuttering issue. I shouldn’t blame him. I used to do it too, she reminded herself. She smiled and got up, “it's alright. How are you doing today,” she asked calmly. The poor boy looked like he was about to pass out from the cold. Just in case he does, he’ll have the whole bench to fall on.


“What’s your name,” she asked softly. Little heat clouds drew past her reddening lips. Oh that’s rude. “I should introduce myself first. My name is Nilika. I mean I’m Nilika,” she corrected herself.

OOCIt's okay

[Edwyn]

The stranger puffed her nose loudly in seeming annoyance though when she stood her face held a bright cheerful smile.
“It’s alright. How are you doing today,” she asked knowingly and his mind fell to a blank, the unclassified feeling almost seeming to grow; it felt good though it scared him, terrifying him in ways he could not explain. Maybe it’s the cold…, Edwyn thought searching for an answer. When he didn’t respond the Konti instead asked
“What’s your name,” a note of concern seeming to enter her voice and continued “I should introduce myself first-“ she spoke a line of foreign tongue that Edwyn couldn’t recognize nor decipher. Seemingly realizing her mistake from his unsure look she said “ I mean I’m Nilika,”
“E-“ a shiver rent down his back, not from cold but something else, cutting of his words. What the- he thought, though continued speaking, trying to act as though nothing had happened “I- I’m Edwyn” doing his best to ignore the strange sensation, he held out a hand to shake though suddenly it was as if his mind exploded, no pain, simply realization, as if a wall of glass had been between him and everyone else, their words had been merely echoes, but yet now, between him and this girl that wall had shattered into thousands of shards…

[Nilika]

Nilika smiled warmly at him, “well Edwyn nice to meet you.” She lifted her hand and shook Edwyn’s hand. She felt an unusual calmness wash over her, the feeling was strange but not unwanted. This was the first time she felt so relaxed, especially around this newly encountered stranger. She let go of his hand and squatted in front of him. “So what are you doing up so early,” she said before taking off her left hand’s glove. She put the ungloved on his forehead quickly then took it off with the same speed.

“You don’t seem to be sick,” she muttered aloud.

Taking a seat on the bench he leaned closer to the boy. He shivered a chime ago but didn’t seem to be sick. Did he feel the same thing that I did? Nilika head started to turn with question and was coming up with no answers. She poked her lower lip out and pouted about the situation.

She leaned even closer to the pale, lean boy. They were so close that their noses could touch. It was just a quiver of space between them. Her ocean blue eyes were completely focused on his deep brown ones. Who was this boy and why did she feel so happy around him? Nilika wasn’t one to find comfort in other people, unless they were that of her family.

[Edwyn]

Edwyn’s mind swirled harder than the tossing wind, several of Nilika’s words becoming lost on its long winding trails. “So what are you doing up so early,” she asked, voice smooth like a layer of untouched snow. He pondered slowly trying to remember back to that morn responding quickly.
“Just wanted to get a breath of fresh air I guess..” his voice dying off as she crouched in front of him throwing out a single hand across his forehead. His hood shifted slightly exposing a single splotched clump of hair though she didn’t seem to notice. Why did she do that? He wondered briefly, though even if he would have had been fast enough to stave her hand he wouldn’t have, the thought of trying suddenly seeming revolting.
“You don’t seem to be sick,” the girl muttered aloud. You can tell if someone is sick just by touching their head? Edwyn thought, wondering why more people did not do so… surely it would have solved many problems. With an unsure expression she sat beside him on the bench, Edwyn couldn’t help but feel guilty about not being able to help her answer the unsaid question. Leaning close to him she stared into his eyes, her twin blue irises clear as a mountain springs in their endless expanses. He recognized that at this point he would be anxiously pulling away though he just couldn’t. What happened?... he wondered the strangely colored lock falling across his brow its tip a clear white while the rest remained a cooled brown.
Thinking back he could almost remember hearing about something like what had happened… what had it been called? B- b something… b? bordering? Balancing?... bon- bonding! That was it, bonding! Was that what had happened? He had heard that Kelvics bonded with people.. or something like that…
“I- I think- I think-“ he wondered how to say it, how do you tell someone something that even you do not understand? “I might have just bonded with you…”

[Nilika]

Nilika pulled away in confusion and titled her head ever so slightly. Her ponytails tousled with the movement. She looked around, looking to see if anyone was noticing her sudden movement. “What do you me bonded,” she paused trying to get her thoughts together, “with me?” Nilika has heard of bonding, but didn’t that only happen with Kelvics? He’s a Kelvic duh, her mind decided to provide the comment for her.

She scratched at her head and stared at Edwyn. So this person bonded with me? Of all people me! She wasn’t upset about but surprised by the fact that could be bonded at all. She smiled brightly at the prospect of not being alone anymore. The teenager did the one thing that she thought would never do anyone, sometimes not even her family.

She hugged the young man on impulse!

Her nimble gloved hands curled around in his now uncovered hood and neck. She buried her head into she shoulder and blushed. Her brain felt like goo as she felt her warm she against his. Bringing herself together, she pulled away and looked away. Standing briskly, she turned her back to him to hide her blush. Stupid body!

[Edwyn]

The Nilika pulled away at his words head shifting ever so slightly “What do you mean bonded?” it wasn’t a true question, or at least, there didn’t seem to be any confusion in her voice, rather disbelief “with me?” she continued eyes slightly wide, staring at him with an unreadable expression. Edwyn was afraid he had said something wrong, her disapproval seemed scalding to him and his eyes drifted down to the cold stone floor ready to be met with the girls scorn. Rather though… she hugged him, it was the strangest thing imaginable… it scared him at first, her arms around the back of his exposed neck; thinking for a moment that she was attempting to throttle him. Then her head buried itself in his shoulder, he didn’t pull away, it felt good, and he realized that this had been the first time he could remember that anyone had ever hugged him. I wonder if my parents did... before they left me that is… he thought, one hand drifting to the whittled flute sticking slightly from his pocket. Suddenly in one jolt like movement Nilika picked herself up from the bench and turned her head from him hiding any expression from his sight. Why? He couldn’t understand… none the less he said
“s- sorry. I….” he let the words drop into silence unsure what else to say.

[Nilika]

As soon as Nilika heard sorry, she turned around. “No I’m sorry for touch you without your permission.” She wasn’t sure if it was the cold or herself that made her face heat up even more. She looked at his crestfallen face and leaned down back into his line of sight.

“I’m not mad at all about the bond thingy, just shocked,” she said with a soft tone. She felt the need to comfort him and reassure him. Crowds of people where starting to become bigger in the area and it was getting colder; this left her with one opinion.

Nilika looked around and held out her hand to Edwyn. “Why don’t we go somewhere warm,” she offered a hand to him. She was getting cold and a little woozy. “We can go to my place or yours?”