Time:10 am
Location: Heading towards the Helius-Ironhold
Interactions:, Rue
@Potter Bowyn
@HeloEquipment: basic travel pack, medical pack, foot soldier armor, foot soldier shield and weapons. 759 Amas
The dwarf soldier, taught from a young age the ways of battle and the use of the tools meant to end life, had been literally bred, like the rest of his race, for war. He had the genetic information of the Mountainspine blood ingrained into him. Add that to the teachings of one of the most famous generals that had ever been forged by the fires of war and you had a person who was destined to pile dead foes at his feet. From a young age, he showed prowess with shield and hammer. His ability to absorb fighting techniques and styles had served him well when sparing with kids almost twice his age.
There was even a time when he enjoyed battle. It fed him. It made him feel fulfilled. Like the blood that ran through his veins, battle was fire that drove the young medic to be. Thur of course had been quite proud. After all, in dwarven society achievements in battle were necessary to further the family legacy and to brag during drunken nights filled with overflowing tankards and mountains of food.
However, he had changed when he had almost struck his mother while in a berserker frenzy when he had all but beat some teenagers to death. The look in Verna’s eyes had broken his heart. Covered in blood, he must have looked little different than the blood thirsty Orcs the dwarves battle incessantly in their borders. The young Arn had made a promise to himself then that violence and fighting would only be the very last resort.
Therefore, even such things as innocent sounding as freezing propellers did not compute with the young man. Sarcasms and wit computed even less. Indeed, the young medic was the last person who would understand the white haired lad’s quips and saucy attitude. However, when one cut through the thick serving of disdain and sarcasm, Bowyn actually had some insightful things to say.
“Trying to make friends by buying them, will only gain you leeches, Mister Arn.”The soldier had not considered that. In his unit, it was normal to be in the medic’s good graces. After all, being one of the few with the skill and patience to do so, it was just good sense to not piss off the person who would save your life in a pinch by all to often putting his own in danger. Perhaps his approach to getting on the fairy's good graces had been completely wrong and it make Arn feel shame. But how was he to go about it? He had never worry about making friends because he had never felt he needed them.
In a line of work where those sitting with you at breakfast may leave only empty seats at dinner, it was ill adviced to make friends. He cared for each and every person in his unit, in his battalion and in his kingdom that he would gladly give his life for any of them and do his utmost to save them, but he had never bothered with making friends.
The young dwarf had been since when he had told Bowyn and rue in an apologetic voice.
“My deepest apologies M….” He paused remembering what the white haired lad had told him regarding calling him mister.
“Bowyn and Rue” He said her name as if in a question. In truth, she had not allowed him to call her so informally but he hope that what he did for one he might do for the other.
“You must forgive my lack of social maneuvering. I am not too used to talking to civilians and definitely not used to talking to non dwarves. I hope to learn much from you if you would allow me to.”He had taken the seat as close to the middle of the air ship as possible foregoing the tall viewing windows. The Helius was a marvel of engineering. But it was understandable why to someone such as Bowyn who was born to the sky, it would seem crude and jerky. In fact, it was much smoother than travelling via carriage. However, though Arn was not a skilled aeronaut like his fairy companions, he also felt every jerk and dip that the flying machine experienced.
His enhanced perception however, stemmed from his natural fear of heights. Though his people were no strangers to mountaineering, at least their stubby legs were always firmly pressed against solid ground. No, his race was designed for dwelling deep into the heart of mountains and exploring the great darkness beneath the world not flying freely with nothing between them but air and death. So he had been very quiet the entire flight. His stomach and his slight whimpers being the only sounds that could be heard from him as the other two conversed.
”Are you okay, Arn?”The young medic had nodded but his polite maners would not allow him to leave it at that he turned slightly towards the lovely winter fairy. Swallowing to ensure the contents of his stomach remained there he spoke barely audibly to the young winter lass.
“Uh…Um…yes Ru…e” He swallowed again as his stomach naughtily lurched with when the Helius probably encountered a different wind pressure ledge.
“I.. I..am not …very fon..d of flying…I um I am afraid.” While speaking, he had began to turn a slight shade of green so he had stopped talking to prevent something other than words from coming up.
Trying to focus on something else other than the feeling of weightlessness that made his head feel fuzzy, he decided to focus on Rue’s face. His analytical eyes were able to pick apart even the slightest detail of her pretty face. He noticed that while her hair was white, there seemed to be some purple mixed in that made the color pop. Her icy blue eyes looked like pools of pure frozen water that one finds in glaciers or atop a frozen lakes. The softness of her fair, almost porcelain like skin, like freshly fallen snow, yet undisturbed by the passing of animal or humanoid.
The young dwarf’s eyes grew wider trying to take in all of her beauty. She was as natural as the pure snow of their homeland. Suddenly, realizing that he was staring, his greenish tint was quickly replaced by a dark red tone on his tan and weathered skin. He immediately returned his gaze to his armored boots and muttered an apology that was lost in the hum of the propeller engines.
When would this dammed contraption land?. He thought to himself, he had never been so close to a girl before. At least, not as pretty as Rue. Shit, he had never been as closet to a lad as good looking as Bowyn either for that matter. Even the damn wolf was a good-looking beast. And he? Just a fucking dwarf who was currently experiencing all the colors of the rainbow it seemed. The young soldier whished for either death or to get off the dammed air ship.
