Carantathraiel

Wanderers

Ruli struggled to keep his expression neutral for once, his eyes going slightly wide as Kire replied to the princess with such veiled venom, even if it was entirely deserved. Risa, for all the gruesome details Kire departed with in her presence, looking simply bored. Her skepticism only cracked when Kire mentioned the horrible details of skewering her enemy, complete with her foul language.
"We don't have empresses here." She said, matter-of-fact.
"She's not from here." Ruli pointed out casually. "She's actually from a different world altogether."
Risa only shrugged a shoulder. "Then she's still not an empress." She tossed her hair head as if tossing her hair out of her face. "The elf? Sometime today please."
Ruli tried to smile politely. "I'll be sure to pass along the message."
"Will you? Because last time I didn't see her for several hours."
Ruli only shrugged his shoulders indifferently.
Risa scoffed. "Whatever." She flicked her arms impatiently. "Just send her to me, preferably before lunch, or I'll be back."

As the woman turned and strolled back to her little palace, Ruli turned to glance at Kire. He read her expression for a moment before he stuck out his hand. "Yeah. Let's shake on it. That ... that was beautiful."

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When she asked to shake on it, he wrinkled his nose a little. "That's just worse." He muttered to her, but he cracked a smile. "No, no shaking on it. Just, I don't know." Ruli chuckled with a shake of his head. "If any point this becomes too weird, just speak up, I suppose."

Their conversation was, thankfully, interrupted by Gavin, who strolled up just then. Ruli shifted his shoulders, turning slightly towards Gavin. "How's he been since we've gone?" He wondered, having had worried about the Kartaian.
As Kire and Gavin discussed his plans for returning to Amria or remaining here, Ruli turned his head to gaze over the city below. Gavin wasn't wrong, there was still alot to be done. And, if Kire was going to return, they needed to get to work on the house they had offered to her and her companions, whomever they may be in the future.

"And who is this?"
Ruli's eyes immediately rolled into the back of his head before he turned around. A woman who appeared to be about thirty eyars old strolled toward them, her body toned and kept with care, wrapped in a soft golden strapless dress that the wind toyed with. Her hair, a rather muddy sort of auburn with uneven bangs that cut across her forehead, was wrapped up thickly in a spiral, kept with a floral headband. Her face was lined in makeup, khol around her mossy-brown eyes, her too-small-lips painted a bright red, and her overly large hooked nose brushed with a powder in an attempt to make it look less noticeable. Unfortunately, in Ruli's opinion, there was no way to achieve that. "Morning Risa."
"It's Princess Risa, or your Grace." Risa said sharply, stopping some feet away and foling her arms over her abnormally large chest. Aside from her nose, it was the only part of her that could qualify as curvy. "And oh good, you're back. Does that mean the elf is back? I have a requirement."
"I'm sorry, to which elf are you referring? There are so many."
Risa inhaled, straightening her back , which made her look like a ruffled parrot. "You know the one. Saren."
"Ysaryn." Ruli corrected. "She might be back. In case she's otherwise occupied, could you perhaps ask one of the Ziadi women to join you?"
Risa's eyes fell on Kire and at once, disgust rippled across her face. "Oh, Gods, what happened to you?" She demanded, sneering. "No, doesn't matter, I can't take you with me. I can't have anyone looking like you at my side."

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Ruli raised his gaze again, but didn't respond at once. His eyes, instead, looked about the room, to the the Ziadi who sat over their meal, a few not even slightly subtle about eaves dropping. He cleared his throat and mixed in the eggs, stirring for a few seconds before he pulled the skillet off the fire and set it aside. Gathering another bit of flat bread, he rose to his feet and moved toward the door. "Come on." He beckoned, slipping outside.

The sun warmed his back in contradiction to the chilly wind as he climbed the steps toward the crest of the cliffside. He glanced at Kire after the first landing, swallowing the bit of bread he'd stuffed into his mouth. "So, to be blunt, you want me to be some cross-world booty call?" He asked cautiously, wary of another fight. "Or, you're not going to ask me to move to Armia are you? To keep in some chamber until I'm needed?" Ruli at least smirked, attempting to relay his playful tone despite the genuine inquiry.

Ruli shoved more bread in his mouth to think. "I want to be flattered, but, amicable or not, its ... weird." He took another glance in her direction as they continued to climb, nearing the top of the stony peninsula. "But, I also sort of understand. Having difficulty finding someone to overlook certain aspects, or ignore them altogether."
As they reached the top of the cliff, the stone gave away to soft golden grass that waved and danced in the ocean breeze. Much of it was crushed down from repeated foot traffic, the paths some unintelligible design that offered no insight into which direction the wanderer went the most.
"How about, if you're here for a reason, other than that reason, we'll see." Ruli offered.

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He couldn't help but grin at her coughing. "I warned you." He pointed out. A few of the Ziadi snickered; it had always been a delightful thing to see foreigners attempt to eat their exotic recipes.
Still, she gathered more, and Ruli grinned, glad she hadn't been deterred.

"Envy is pretty charming. The calming aura about him, despite his appearance." He said, continuing his work. He tossed the vegetables and spices in the new skillet, stirring and sniffing to see how it came along. Just as he was about to add the eggs, Kire apologized, and Ruli paused to glance up at her.

"You're hardly the only one." Ruli pointed out. "I think we're both a bit shit at it. Sorry. Sorry!" he added a second apology to the mother eating with her child, who whipped her head around to glare at him.
Clearing his throat, he continued. "Truth, I ... I know I'm impossible to really get along with. But I also don't really intend to change that. So, I don't know what you are looking for, but it's likely not me. Not, I mean, not that I am assuming that you're... ah, never mind." He sighed.

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The other Ziadi, perhaps only six of them seated around the low tables, their arses settled on cushions or short stools, eyed the scarred woman curiously. Few recalled seeing her a few times around the city while having no idea who she was, or why she was often armed. They knew she wasn't one of their guards, but had often seen her speaking with Zeke, so in order to avoid any trouble, they decided to politely ignore her.
Save for the smallest of them, a young girl of about nine who pointed at Kire's sword. "That's pretty!"
Her mother quickly tugged on her arm, muttering low to scold her child.

"That." Ruli said, mildly amused. "Is a Ziadi recipe I picked up. Blend of cream, herbs, and spicy peppers. Often used on breakfast meal andd poultry dishes. Here." He tore off a bit of a piece of flatbread before him and dipped it into the sauce before holding it out for her. "Mind you, its hot."
He tore off a second piece of his bread and did the same, chewing on it without bother. He was used to the spices, from having lived in Ziad and eating them for so long. "The idea is to make sort of a pita dish with the bread, fill it with the egg and vegetables, and then add a little of the sauce. Here, try it. It'll fill your belly and keep your mind sharp." He offered her another flatbread, setting the mixture skillet aside to be served from while beginning on another. He sat more comfortably, bent to dive more vegetables and sausage. "Narda passed through here, earlier. I sent her to the otherside. Figured she wanted to try to woo Envy a little more."

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The Ziadi on the cliffside city were still hard at work; at dawn they'd wake and burst into life, sweeping, washing, clearing debris, repainting shutters on their newly washed or replaced windows. Zeke was seen occasionally, freshly washed and redressed himself, wandering the stairs to help others, gathering his own crew of young men and a few women who weren't entirely sure what to do in regards to keeping busy. He set them to work, clearing the many flower beds along the cliffs to be replanted, mending furniture, carrying crates up or down.

By the time sunrise had come, the whole cliff side was illuminated in the golden light. Flavoured smoke rose from many of the homes, the largest from the messhalls, as people went to work on feeding their families and those without. On the southern side, where the Ziadi resided, Ruli was in charge of the cooking, busy and sweating as he bent over the low-burning flames. He juggled flatbread, scrambled eggs, a skillet of spices, vegetables, and crumbly sausage, and a small pot of some sort of orange-hued sauce. He didn't look up when Kire walked in, too preoccupied with making sure his eggs mixed right as he poured it into the vegetable skillet.

It wasn't until he caught her from the corner of his eye that he did glance up, pausing in his work. He stared for a minute, recalling the moment last night when, half asleep and cold, he'd rolled to seek her body warmth and felt what could have been disappointed to find his bed empty. "Morning." He said simply and safely. He gestured to his cooking. "Nearly done. They're cooking something else on the otherside. Something elven. So." Ruli shrugged, offering her a bit of the warm flatbread, which smelled deliciously of garlic and melted cheese.

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Aera listened with the same stillness, her eyes dark despite the glow of the many fires. She knew Kire had a point, had reasons to enjoy spending time and forming relationships with those with far shorter lives. And Aera had her own fondness for it. She remembered the passion her late husband had expressed, the urgency in the way he needed to express it. Watching the others in the tunnels of Ziad grow so quickly, age so fast.
Some things she would never witness again, here. It was a small, dark ache that she always ignored. It was safer to be stranded here, where nothing ever happened that was unintentional or unexpected. At least to her. After everything that had happened.
Judging by the scar that marred the empress's face, and the stories and knowledge of these horrible monstrosities beneath their fires, Kire had her own horrors. We’ve lived under different circumstances.
"Yes. We have." Aera agreed.

She meandered away again, supervising her people. Ruli wandered back, silent but thoughtful looking. Ysaryn sidled up to him, her arms folded over her chest, and they watched the elves and the fires. When at last the embers died down, devoured by the moist earth and starved for things to continue destroying, their goodbyes were said.
"I am sure you are eager for proper accommodation and meals." Aera replied without the least bit of sarcasm. "It was a pleasure to meet you, Empress Akire, and I am glad we could be of help to you. However, do not take this the wrong way when I say that I hope we do not cross paths for a while. After all you and your family has endured, I hope you find some reprieve." She bent in turn to Narda, Zeke, and even Ysaryn, who mockingly copied the princess. But Ruli, Aera glanced to for a moment, never meeting his gaze. Instead, her eyes fell on his left shoulder.

The moment they were back in the dark and chilly caves of New-Ziad, Ysaryn raised her arms as if in victory. "Oh, not me. I will still eat a whole shark." She announced, running her fingers through her short hair.
"Not too loud, you'll wake the elf." Zeke warned, and Ysaryn clamped her hands over her mouth.
"Oh." She whispered, wide-eyed. "Will he want some of the shark?"
"Go to bed."
Chuckling, the elf waved. "See you in morning." She threatened before she vanished out of one of the many underground paths.
"Likewise." Zeke said, raising his hand. "I hope you're expecting some rest before you return to your world? If not, then farewell, and I'm kind of with Aera. I wouldn't mind not seeing you for a while."

Even Ruli wasn't sure if he was joking or not. The blond watched his former friend disappear before he realized he was now alone with Kire and Narda. Suddenly very aware of how he was standing and sure it wasn't normal, he cleared his throat. "Good night, then." he said, staring for his house.

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Aera seemed to shiver at the mention of blood magic, her thin shoulders twitching almost imperceptibly. "Do pass along my regards to Envy, then." She requested. "I do miss him. I'm sure he knows that, but tell him for me anyway, my only request."

As Kire continued, Aera's violet eyes flit back to the Empress, her patient but guarded expression returning. "We are far less steeped in magic than most of our kin, but it does have its hold in our culture. As Envy can do with enchantments and potions, so can we, but we do not have active magics that manifest." Save for her, of course, though she'd always been so suppressant of her powers she avoided mentioning them when possible. "Our halls were made from it, so yes, it runs through our mountain like a slow-beating heart."

"You mean mortals? Men?" She asked, glancing toward Zeke, who still covered his face, his eyes red and irritated. The elf considered the question for a time.

"They make everything more precious, don't they? So fleeting are their lives that they find joy in the oddest of things. Animal companions. Drink. Knitting." Aera said thoughtfully. "I miss my own precious pieces of it, in truth. But-" She hesitated, her expression hardening again. Then it cracked, the corners of her lips pulling down for just a moment. "No. I do not believe I would return if offered the choice. I prefer, I think, to be isolated with my own people. Sure, you'd prefer your own, rather than immerse yourself in the far more temporary life of those here?" Aera asked, glancing toward Kire once more.

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It went well once they began, the elves following Aera's short worded orders to move, to ignite, which flames to mind, when to take a bucket of water. The reek filled the air, and Zeke gagged a little, using his sleeve to protect his face.
Ysaryn, like Narda and Kire, waited, watching, focused. Her eyes glowed in the flames, becoming a brilliant bright topaz as she hunted.

Ruli, standing across the clearing, watched with mild horror, the smell churning his insides. When Kire mumbled to him, he crossed his arms, feeling a chill. "Thanks." He said back, not entire sure what to reply with, only sure that he should reply.

When the howling started, Ysaryn drew her blades, one of her own, thankfully returned to her by Zeke, and the other the Amrian blade, and she pounced with the Amrians when the wolves began to make their escape. Her bloodlust was short lived, however, when she noticed the Raielwen moving in on the abominations, as well, and she quickly put distance between them and herself. Instead, she stood next to Ruli, almost vibrating with forced restraint.
"This'll be over soon." He said, repeating Kire's words to him.
Judging by the swear that came from her lips, it wasn't nearly as assuring to her as it was to him.

When Kire and Narda retreated, Ysaryn was bouncing on the balls of her feet. "Its a good look on you ladies." Ruli commented as he took in their soot and dirt stained clothing.

The Raielwen circled the clearing, using hooked rods to pull wood apart as it burned and drag it to other piles, stoking flames, dousing the soil. Even covered in soot and dirt, same as the Amrians, they were entirely kept together, not a hair out of place. Ysaryn's desire to shove one in the mud circled like an animal.
Ruli took of walking without warning after perhaps an hour of watching them work, circling the fires. Not quite coincidentally, Aera approached Kire from the other side. "It appears to be going quite smoothly." She pointed out, gesturing to the flames. "I had anticipated a little worse than the mutated animals. Never before have I been so pleased to be overprepared." Her dark eyes turned toward Kire, another pleasant but small smile on her lips. "Will you and your party be accompanying us back once the fires have died down?"

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Aera listened, still as stone, as Kire mentioned her ideas and suggestions, and asked for what the elves would be able to provide. "Axes, ropes, and buckets of water, as well as quite a group of volunteers who want to see this dead knot eradicated from our close proximity." Aera answered, smiling subtly at Kire.
Ruli, still sitting near their little fire, didn't turn around, but his annoyance surged. He could earily put magic around the thicket, prevent the fire from spreading, but Aera would never ask. He doubted entirely that she would accept if offered.
Indeed, when Ysaryn asked aloud, "Would Rulitus not be able to make ward around? Like the gate?" Aera stiffened, until Ruli had to quickly shake his head.
"It won't work for a natural element." He lied quickly. He had to shoot Ysaryn a glare to keep her from arguing, as she clearly didn't believe him. She kept quiet, but looked deeply confused.

"The supplies will be brought. If you've need of anything else, Zekiel, please come to inform us." Don't send the elf or him, her tone said. With a polite bend, she turned and strolled back toward the borders, and Ruli exhaled audbibly.
"What was that!?" Ysaryn rounded on him, gesturing.
"She won't accept anything from me, so drop it." Ruli mumbled. "Trying will only lose us their assistance."
"We don't need it!"
"We do. Stop acting selfish." He snapped, passing her by. Ysaryn snarled at him.

A gathering of nearly forty elves arrived, mostly male, each with a barely-contained look of unbridled violence in their eyes. Whatever they feared about these woods settled deep, their desire to be rid of it causing their emotionless facade to break. Aera led them, still wrapped in fine silks, but they were far more closely trimmed, her gloves made of leather. Still, none of the other elves allowed her to so much as tie a knot in any of the rope, and she was force to stand aside and supervise.
She only looked disappointed with Zeke, Ysaryn, and Ruli arrived, the lattermost and the princess doing all they could to put themselves as far apart as possible. The elves went to working hauling the broken pieces of wood into small individual piles that were kept as neatly away from the living and unscathed trees as possible. The rest went to help break down the trees that had yet to be cut down. Ten of them were on standby to run back and forth to their well to refill buckets of water, as much of the soil beneath them was soaked to prevent unintentional spread.

"Empress." Aera said from where she stood on dry floor some feet away. "With your permission, we will begin burning."