| Name - Nanashi Kuzunoha | Knit - Elementor (Aerokinesis) | Alignment - Neutral Chaos | Age - 15 | Year - first
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After all that, Nanashi finally decided to get up off the floor. He was right, his ankle was pretty strained. Luckily, he can move it, if he stayed off of it for a while. While limping over to get his arm, Nanashi heard everything that Ivar said about his own raiment. Through his eyes, he could only imagine what it would be like to have a power so strong, it can kill someone if they're not careful. He remembered his brother's raiment, and how early he had obtained it, which pleased his teacher more than Nanashi ever could have. After getting his prosthetic arm, Nanashi then brought the fake arm down on Ivar's head firm enough to have him feel it. Shut the hell up already. It's your power. Be proud of it, instead of being scared of it. It's who you are. Nanashi spoke to him, before setting the arm back in place. After adjusting it a bit and getting a feel for it, Nanashi finally moved his arm as it worked well with him. Hm? Oh that. I was super drunk, so I have no clue what I was even talking about. Also, don't worry about it. I'm gettin' me a good hard drink. He said, as he walked off to the inn. ((exits to the tavern and inn))
The newly founded couple had made strides to the courtyard. They would first make a stop at Gannons home, in order to collect his dear Brageet. Elohari would say a good morning to the companion before the three moved together into the courtyard. The days were still chilly. Elohari had grabbed her velvet cloak, much thicker than her typical ones for such a chilly day. She pulled up the hood only half way in order to cover her ears a bit, not wanting to get another cold, not with so much on her plate at the academy.
"How long have you stayed at the academy Gannon?" Elohari piped up, her head turning to glance up to the taller males face. Her face already showing signs of the cold, in particular, her nose. A hand had slithered its way into Gannons arm, gripping his bicep lightly with one hand. As they entered the courtyard, Elohari beckoned Gannon to stop for a moment. "Look." Elohari would point with her eyes, just what she was gazing at.
A few feet in front of them stood a bird against a perch. It flew over to what was once a billowing waterfall like structure. It was now frozen, it seemed even the drops itself had frozen in place. But the bird hadn't gotten the idea, it was seen flying over to the water and immediately flew into it. A light thud heard as the bird looked utterly surprised by the hard ice. It struggled for a moment to gain its composure, its claws digging at the ice. It glanced around as if it was hoping no one saw what had just occurred. Elohari cracked a small smile, a light laugh hitting the chilled air. Her steam from the lips billowing around her.
Walking arm and arm, the pair, the newly established couple, enjoyed the morning air and the brisk walk toward the Academy. They chit chatted here and there, but mostly just enjoyed the silence and the sounds of nature around them as they strolled. It was a pleasant way to start the morning of this new semester. Looking down at Elohari as she asked him her question, he smiled a bit. “Five years, since the Academy was first founded. Although, it doesn’t seem like that long ago…” It was amazing, how time could move so quickly when you didn’t pay attention to it.
Stepping into the courtyard of the Academy, he smiled down at Elohari, who’s nose was already a bit pink from the cold. His own nose and ears felt a bit chilly and he was sure they were pink as well. As they moved deeper into the courtyard, he came to a stop at Elohari’s beckoning. Turning to look toward the fountain, he didn’t see anything out of place – yes, the fountain as frozen, but that wasn’t unusual for this time of year. Curiously, he saw a rather dainty sparrow perched nearby, tilting its head this way and that before it flew up toward the frozen water.
This is what he heard~
<<’Water, water, wat-!’>> Hitting the ice, he bounced off of it, only to become irritated with the situation. <<’No! Water flows!’>> It seemed to look around a bit, perturbed with how to proceed. Clawing at the block, it did little to remedy the situation, this only irritated the sparrow more.
As it flew away, Gannon couldn’t help but shake his head in amusement. Sharing what he’d heard with Elohari, it made the situation even more amusing, overall. Brageet, having witnessed it all, shook her head a bit as well. <<’Sparrows…they never learn…’>>
“Poor little thing, he seemed so confused by it. Hopefully he finds somewhere to have a drink of water.” There were plenty of places that hadn’t fully frozen over – various ponds and streams.
Five years? That was a tad shocking, Elohari glanced at the males physical appearance "Five?" Elohari arched a brow "I am beginning to wonder if I am involved with an old man." Elohari spoke in a joking manner, but there was a hint of truth. "How long have you been a court mage then, old man?" Elohari inquired with a playful smirk, giving him a small shake as if that would shake out the answer.
Two minutes later, the encounter with the sparrow started. Elohari had caught sight moments before Gannon, so you can imagine why she drew his attention along with trying to hide her laughter. It seemed he knew not what was going to transpire, so Elohari simply bit her lip and allowed it all to happen. She let out a light laugh to his shaking head, Elohari had to wonder what the poor bird had thought. Gannon would be a true gentleman, leaning down to speak softly with Elohari just what the poor brut was saying. She shook her own head and laid it on Gannons arm for a moment.
However, it dawned on her that perhaps physical interactions in public wasn't best for them. She didn't want Gannon to become uncomfortable with the situation, so she would softly lift her head and let out a light sigh. "Imagine watching that unfold twice." she suppressed another light laugh with a small shake of her head before turning to look at their surroundings. The snow that had coated the days before, had started to melt, only slightly. The chill had in truth set in just this past day. The wind, in particular, was harsh, causing shivers and a sensation no one wanted. A gust of wind caught Elohari off guard, sending her cloak open and the hood down. Elohari gasped lightly and shuffled to force her cloak closed, struggling to gather her hood back over her head. "Oh, oh!" Elohari pipped "So cold."
❂MOOD ▬ ❝ Affectionate Truthful, Excited ❞ ❂LOCATION ▬ ❝ Courtyard ❞❂COMPANY ▬ ❝ Reynard ❞ Sand had spent the night with Rey. Although resisting temptation felt difficult, Sand had listened to Reynard explain that to elope first they would require someone that could do the ceremony to make it special and mark their bodies with their unique tattoo, of course they had searched most of the evening and despite searching, because of the festivities, had unfortunately ended without either things they had needed. That being so, their efforts were not truly in vain for in the quiet hours within Reys sleeping quarters both Rey and herself had managed to devise a design of what their unique markings would be to finalize their devotion to one another, both promising that they would at least hold fast till they could find a tattooist that was not too tanked up with mead or had a hangover , they had both slept with dreams for their future.
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In the morning they had decided to start their search anew, alas Sand needed to attend lessons. Disappointedly Sand was rightfully down because she could not be with Reynard until later that afternoon. In a compromise to this, Reynard had offered to Walk Sand back to the academy and straight to her lesson...least she aggravate Ven again for her truancy. Hand in hand with Reynard she would smile, for yesterdays words had elevated her hopes that soon Reynard and herself would be officially mated and she could not be any prouder to be his, of course, there had been hiccups what with the sudden 'Friend' coming unannounced to smother him with love unrequited, but it somehow had strengthened their relationship. Looking at Reynard with a lovelorn sigh, Sand would stop in the courtyard to notice Gannon in her peripheral vision, he appeared to be with a lady who was covered with intricate designs, " Tattoos!" she exclaimed and let go of Reynards hand excitedly cantering one leg to the other as she moved to circle the woman. " Oh look Rey they are beautiful...come closer love see these pretty works of art"
Old man? She thought he was old? Puzzled, he frowned a little. He didn’t know if he liked being called ‘Old’. Well, he did have lighter colored hair and it didn’t help that he kept mostly to himself, much like an old man would…He knew Elohari was teasing, so he didn’t take it to heart, but he still had to wonder. "I'm only 25 years of age...although I guess some would consider that old? Ive been a Court Mage for nearly 7 years now...since I graduated from the Academy."[/color Lost in his thoughts, he was caught off guard by the gust of wind that picked up and sent their cloaks billowing around them. Wrapping a protective arm around Elohari, he drew her close to offer some protection against the elements. He watched as she drew her cloak in to gather the warmth around her – he really needed to insist that she get some warmer dresses.
“Yes, we should get inside before you catch a cold…” He’d been about to lead her toward the classrooms when he heard a voice exclaim nearby. Curious and a bit puzzled, he watched as Otsanda approached, an excited smile on her face. Looking past her, he caught sight of Reynard, the Captain of the City Guard. Giving him a small nod of acknowledgement, he watched as Otsanda stood close, gazing at Elohari’s tattoos in wonder.
Walking toward the Academy, arm in arm with his love, and soon to be mate, Reynard was lost in thought. He really needed to find someone that could tattoo them and make their mating ceremony special. Yes, they were going to elope, but that didn’t mean that he didn’t want the ceremony itself to be magical. He knew that Sarai had some talent when it came to tattooing, but he didn’t know if she would be the right person to ask to do this. She was a good person, a good friend, but he knew the moment she found out that he was getting mated that she’d begin to badger him about pups and when she’d become an aunt. He’d never hear the end of it – no, Sarai wasn’t the right person to ask. Maybe as a last resort though...
As they came into the courtyard, he noticed the other couple standing near the frozen fountain. It took him a moment to realize that it was Gannon with a lovely lady on his arm. But Otsanda, who was quick as lightning, noticed the woman right away – along with her tattoos. Before he could even utter a syllable, she was gone, running over to look at the lovely tattoos on the woman’s skin.
Catching Gannon’s gaze, he smiled a bit and shrugged as if to say, ‘I have no control,’ before coming over to get a look for himself. “Good Morning, Gannon, M’Lady.” He said, addressing the two with nods of his head. Placing a hand on the small of Otsanda’s back, he sighed a little. “My love, it is impolite to stare…” He whispered, knowing that Otsanda was a little over excited, although he had to admit, the ink work on Elohari’s skin was magnificent. “My apologies, M’Lady, we are looking for a talented tattoo artist and Otsanda couldn’t help but notice your lovely markings.” He hope she wasnt offended by the attention she was receiving.
"You must be what they call...." Elohari was seen rubbing her thumb and finger together, brows furrowed as she pondered the correct word "a prodigy, yes?" Elohari inquired with an arch. A court mage of seven years, only graduating seven years ago. Elohari gave a soft nod "Yes you must be one of those 'prodigies' many speak of." Elohari stated giving him a smile "Not an old man with young face." She gave a small sigh "I am 25 years young as well, born in late summer... were trees slowly turn orange."
The gust of wind had caught both off guard. As she gasped, Gannon reached over to protect her from the elements. She reactively placed a hand against his chest for a moment, using her fingers to seal his own cloak closed before she finally managed to shuffle her hood on. "You are the one with a weak immune... if I remember correctly sir." she said swiftly, head turning to the gasp.
Elohari would release herself from Gannon, her velvet cloak moving swiftly in the chilled air. Her head would tilt and as the two inched closer as if Elohari knew, she brought her left hand outwards, turned it upright, revealing the hand of God. Both hands were decked on the hands with pitch black ink, fading up into her natural skin tone at her wrist. Elohari glanced at the two, offering a subtle smile "It is quite improper... but I shan't become frilled." Elohari stated she thought of it as a compliment.
"You two are mated, yes?" Elohari would glance at the two, noticing how they naturally moved together, quite harmoniously. It also showed against the face, but perhaps they aren't natural liers as many from here seemed to be. The man would state they were looking for an artist of sorts, to decorate their body. "Ah yes... I received my markings when I came of age." Elohari stated "To grow and mature, proving yourself ready. All of my clan receives one from the elder... she is always the one to choose what best fits your soul." ELohari stated, eyes grazing over her elders work, which honestly is impressive for a 99-year-old woman.
"May I inquire why you are looking for someone?" Elohari would suggest, head tilted to the side, an arched brow. Her eyes fluttered across the shapeshifters. She hand't seen any in her clan, most, if any, were diviners of sorts or enhancers. None able to shift the body, to see such wonders was marvilous. Her eyes lapped it all up, etching it forever in her memory.
❂MOOD ▬ ❝ Awestruck, Excited ❞ ❂LOCATION ▬ ❝ Courtyard ❞❂COMPANY ▬ ❝ Reynard, Pretty Lady, Gannon ❞ Fascinated by Elohari's tattos Sand would take notice of the intricate details.Told her actions were bad manners and poor ettiquette, Sands ears would fold down appologetically to show her embarassment and shame " Many apologies i got too excited..." Rey's hand to the small of her back she would arch her back into and as the Lady asked if they were mated her cheeks went a soft pink. " Well we hope to be but are not quite yet, it is why we are looking for a tattooist that might emblaze our union upon our skins with a unique brand, akin to your tattoo's as a mark of coming of age..this is a rite to mate a proper indication that we are mated and together before it is legitimized we need a skilled tattooist and someone who can bless our union as we plan to Elope" looking towards Rey she smiled and blushed " isn't this true love?"
Gannon had to wonder if he was a prodigy. In his mind, he’d merely been much more dedicated to his lessons and his work, at least more so than his peers. He hadn’t been very social after all…all of his time had been devoted to learning and mastering his skills – he hadn’t devoted any time to anything else. Had it been his hard work and dedication that had earned him his position? Or was he a prodigy? Maybe it was a bit of both? Who knew…
Watching the interaction before him, he was surprised to hear that Otsanda and Reynard were going to elope. She was an adult yes, but she was still a student. He frowned a little, wondering if this was a good idea. The two had only known one another for a few months after all. Were they ready for such a deep commitment? He had heard that shifters tended to form bonds with one another rather quickly, so maybe this was normal for them? He wasn’t sure, but Otsanda looked sure of her decision, and Reynard certainly looked smitten as he held her close.
Classes were starting, or more likely they’d likely already begun and Elohari needed to see to her students. “Hmmm, while it would be lovely to stay and chat, it is rather cold and Elohari needs to see to her class. Not to mention, Otsanda, I saw Ven walk by not too long ago…” That was a subtle hint that she was late for her own class. “Why don’t you meet with Elohair after your class, Otsanda? He didn’t want to overstep his bounds, but he did need to keep the Academy running.
Reynard drew Otsanda close as she spoke, speaking of their plan to Elope as soon as possible. She was so lovely, so excited about the coming union – he couldn’t wait to wear their mark proudly for all to see. Looking down at her, he smiled wide. “That’s right, my love…” He then looked toward Gannon and Elohari – Elohari looked intrigued by the idea of them getting the tattoos while Gannon looked…worried.
There was no doubt in Reynard’s mind that the Court Mage was worried that they were rushing into mating one another, but shifters were different. Because of their animal sides, they formed deep emotional bonds of love with their mate – bonds that could be formed in a matter of days, weeks, or months. Most of the time, these bonds lasted a life time and served as proof that love could be true. Reynard knew that he’d found his true mate. Yes, he was a little unsettled with Leonora’s sudden appearance as well as her tattoo, but what he shared with Otsanda was deep, it felt right. Reynard knew that someday, Leonora would find her one true mate as well and he wished her all the happiness in the world.
Hearing Gannon’s words, he too was reminded of the time. Otsanda needed to get to class and he needed to get back to the Barracks – he had his own duties to attend to. “Yes darling, why don’t you speak with Ms. Elohari after your lesson? I can take you to your class and then see you afterward as well.” He hoped that Elohari would know an artist that would be willing to help them…the sooner they found a tattoo artist, the better.
”You mean no harm, I see it in your eyes, yes. Fear not, I shant anger. No need with all the excitement over me.” Elohari spoke softly to the eared women. Elohari was glad to see others enjoyed her markings as much as she. Her own eyes would wonder to her hands, fingers turning cold she would flex them and hid them once more beneath her purple velvet cloak. The warmth of herself caused her to let out a delighted sigh. Eyes moving between the two.
”Ah… I see.. we do similar in our clan.” Elohari would glance up at Gannon as she spoke ”We need not luxuries such as gold, jewelry, when it comes to love.. we appreciate the little. “ Elohari released a soft smile before turning before the two ”But before I drag all along in a telling story of home, Gannon is right.” She would turn to begin walking.
”I am late for my own class…. But do seek me out past hours. I can perhaps aid in your endeavors.” Elohari would hint, taken Gannons arm as the two parted ways from the other couple. ”Your face reveals your uncertainty and possible disapproval over their relationship…” Elohari spoke out of ear shot as the two exited off to her classroom.
It wasn’t that Gannon disapproved of the match, or the union of the two. If they were happy, then yes, they should be together – he wasn’t one to stand in the way of love. But, he did think they were moving a little fast. As he led Elohari inside, he waited until he knew they were well outside of the range of Reynard and Otsanda’s keen hearing. “It’s not that I disapprove, it’s only that I know they have not known one another long and for shifters mating is a lifelong commitment.” He said with a small sigh as they came closer and closer to Elohari’s classroom.
“In comparison, it would be like…you and I enjoying one another’s company for two months and then deciding to marry. In many’s eyes, the union would be blessed and accepted, while in others, there would be doubt. Would we know one another well enough to know for certain that we were meant to be together for a lifetime? It is an uncertain question with an uncertain answer…In any case, if they are happy then I will support their union and stand with them in support.”
Who knew, maybe after only a few months he and Elohari would form a deep bond and want to marry. There was no telling what could happen in a few short weeks…In any case, he wasn’t in a rush. Stopping at Elohari’s class, he felt her hand slip down his arm to gently grasp his hand in hers. He was tempted to lean in and kiss her, but considering where they were and their positions, he had to wonder if it was appropriate. They’d have to discuss it later…
Offering her a warm smile he nodded at her words. “I will…Have a good day, Elohari.” That being said, he watched her step into class to address her students before he turned on his heel and headed down the hallway to his office, Brageet chirping and clipping at his hair in an affectionate, teasing manner as he did.
[ - Exit Elohari to Diviner Classroom, Exit Gannon to Office of Gannon Noble - ]
That day at the festival was actually really good for Azura. He never thought of ever performing live in front of people before. Even better when he would play in front of his two friends Kayl and Julia. It actually felt good to have people be smiling at Azura instead of them calling him all kinds of terrible names. This was actually he would never be used to, really. And he felt that being a bard was better than being some fighter. Of course, it didn’t hurt to learn new fighting styles and spar against opponents once in a while. Hm? Letting off a bit of a mutter, Azura somewhat noticed something. There was the head master and his owl, along with some lady and two others that he’d definitely saw before from the time he was at that advanced combat class. Feeling somewhat curious, he listened in on them a slight bit, while slightly hiding himself by sitting on a bench slightly near them enough to make out what they were saying. It seems that they were talking about tattoos before the headmaster and lady left. Only two around are Sand and the other Shifter man. To Azura, tattoos were just a curse to him, considering he was covered in them on a daily basis. Stil, if others were to give into that kind of temptation, they would have to be pretty stupid to go through that unnecessary pain just to mark their body.
Being wary of one's Raiment was not foolish, using it ignorantly was and that was what Ivar had just done. He felt bad and he knew he was going to get a scolding at best. Ivar watched as Nanashi got up and retrieved his fake arm. Ivar wondered what had happened to the boy’s real arm. He must of gone through so much mentally and physically, Ivar had truly mis-judged Nanashi. Nanashi walked back up to Ivar and without warning Ivar felt a wave of pain across his face as the arm struck him. He recoiled and grabbed hold of his face which now stung. “Ow!” he cried out wincing in pain. It took him a second to recover before looking up at the boy who was now lecturing him. Ivar knew it was his power and he was frightened of what it could do as he just witnessed from their encounter. But should he embrace this power or should he shun it like he had been in the past. He looked down as his burnt hands which were shaking violently. “I guess I have some re-thinking to do, thankyou Nanashi,” he said with a sigh. Nanashi mentioned getting a dink and Ivar nodded. He opted not to grab a drink but to instead get himself healed up by the school nurse. Maybe Eko was still there and he could check up on the boy. Ivar walked off clutching his arm towards the school building. *exit* OOC:
