Carantathraiel

Wanderers

It made sense, indeed, Ruli realized. Envy's scent definitely clicked, but he wondered what Gavin or anyone else would smell like. Ysaryn's, he recalled Kire mentioning. What about each of her cousins? Or was it only people with active magic? That made more sense to him, considering she never mentioned Zeke, who had no magic, or her family.

As she blushed, Ruli tore himself out of his thoughts in question, before she answered. "Is there cinnamon in that?" He asked, suddenly realizing that was why he had enjoyed it so much. Then he chuckled. "I really did make an impression, didn't I?" He grinned at her. "I can't say I'd object to seeing more of your world. Preferable someplace warmer, but I don't exactly mind hiding inside with warm wine." That sounded too much like an invitation. It was his turn to clear his throat. "I wouldn't mind baking for you or your cousins. When we go back, I'll make something for them to gorge themselves on while we're off with the business of kick ass."

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With a chuckle, he shrugged. "I see why theres a rule at your house against business at the table. Especially with the younger ones around." Ruli mused, stabbing a few vegetables before shoving them into his mouth to chew. Kire asked about the kinds of cakes, and mentioned Etta and her inevitable desire desire for something sweet when he returned. Ruli paused for a moment to wonder what he would try to make.

"There are a lot of cakes out there, I suppose." He admitted. "A favourite is this tower cake made of vanilla and cinnamon, with a vanilla icing. Personally, I like cinnamon bread. I'm not big on sweets, actually, in fact I rarely touch them, but for some reason I've always liked cinnamon." He tilted his head, holding her gaze. "I wonder if thats why you smell cinnamon when you sense my magic."

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"He didn't get that when he was involved the first time. I think being allowed the freedom of choice here will do more good. And It might be good for him to see first hand the horrors that war and blood magic can do. We put him in front of those exploding dolls, he may never touch the topic again."
Ruli wondered if this was really appropriate dinner talk as he bit into a mollusk.

As Kire asked about him, he looked up again, taking a drink as he thought it over. "Oddly enough, if this was something Risa was dragging us into, I'd be digging my heels in. But I don't mind. Not that I had much of a choice, literally being portal-dropped into the middle of a Gemini battlefield, mind you." Ruli smirked back at her. "Then Elva was beside herself over Ed and you weren't in any condition to be helpful, so again, no choice but to go back. Really, I think my hands are tied, at this point."

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Ruli, too, wondered what the coincidence of the visions she had meant. That she knew things, like that he could bake, and knew the house, even without knowing its significance. A side effect of some power she had? He wasn't sure. Though he had heard of people having a sort or fortune telling gifts.

"These were a big reason Ysaryn voted for this place, but when we later found Úvano, she decided it was good enough. Though she hasn't found any in equivalent size." Ruli shrugged, digging into his own, popping a shrimp in his mouth as well. "Do you know that Envy's allowed it?" Ruli asked. "Not sure if it was mentioned to you. There are conditions, one of which is taken care of already. But Envy's given his okay." Ruli's eyes wandered over Kire and her expression. "Its still Gavin's choice." He offered, same as he told Envy.

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He lowered his drink, raising his eyebrow again. "So." He began, thinking. "The cake thing, in your strange visions. That probably works out well for you, if you've got a sweet tooth." He spun his glass on the table, feeling the low vibrations on the worn wood. "The place with the blue door I've mentioned before. It was where I lived in Ziad. You wandered past it when you were exploring." He'd meant to ask Envy his thoughts on these visions, but since Kire admitted Envy had spoken to her, he'd been cautious about mentioning anything strictly related to Kire.

"When you, oh." Ruli leaned back suddenly as the woman returned with their dinner. It was a set of four fried mollusks, each the size of their palm, and nestled in a bed of rice, fried vegetables, and small shrimp. With another thanks, Ruli leaned over his to cut into one of the mollusks. "When you get your throne back, what next?" Ruli asked. "Would you still have reasons to visit us?"

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Easing back in his chair, his back still tender, Ruli rest one arm on the table, the other on his lap. "I don't know what it is, but I've eaten here a few times, and I've never been disappointed." He explained, his eyes wandering the tavern. It was unkempt, the tables worn and one or two repaired from breaks. Ruli guessed brawls were behind it. Despite the current patrons being nothing more than tired looking fisherman or drunks, he was sure this place saw its fair share of bloody fighting. The walls were covered in worn wooden planks that could have easily been torn off an old boat, sparsely decorated now with old ship wheels, old paintings, and fishing netes.
The people here had sun-darkened skin and thick black hair, their eyes almond shaped and almost always brown. It made Ruli feel oddly at home, considering most of Ziad's people bore much the same colouring, though the constant traffic through the town had given them a bit of diversity.

"I figured as much." Ruli admitted when she said no ones ever asked her to dinner before. Then he realized how that sounded. "I mean ... you know what I mean. That y-you're busy and this isn't ... with court...." He cut himself off and rubbed his face, leaning on the table. "I'm not good at this." He admitted, peering at her through his fingers before the woman returned. Ruli retreated off the table as she sat their drinks down; two thick round glass cups with an amber liquid inside. Ruli thanked her and lifted his to drink. It was thicker than most drinks, the flavour of coconut, milk, and a very sweet liquor coating his tongue.

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With a shrug, he accepted her answer, admittedly having no meal planned if he cooked here. And hiding such a task from Envy wouldn't be easy. Someone would notice their absence, and come looking, and while he wasn't sure they exactly had anything to hide, blatantly ignoring the Kartaian in his own home seemed cruel.
Privacy seemed both a bit much and exactly what they needed.

He extended his hand, offering it for her to take, and when she'd had a good hold, he took a step down the stairs-
-onto white sand.

The humidity swarmed around them, the bright white palm trees that reached high over head provided a shade that did little to quell the heat. Stretched out before them was a long, lazily curving beach covered in the same soft white sand, small shells, and brilliant green seaweed. Along the edge of the beach, where it met the bright green and lush jungle, and then, immediately, roughly made buildings of an assortment of materials found nearby.
He grinned. "Pokos." Releasing Kire's hand, Ruli tilted his head to invite her toward the town, moving through the brush to follow the side of a plaster building painted a dark shade of red. "This was one of the places we considered, but we were worried about exposure. Envy, I mean." He said, gesturing to the street they came across. The sky above it was criss crossed in clotheslines displaying drying laundry of all shapes and sizes, muted patterns a patterns Envy would proudly wear. Across from them was a building, also of plaster, but painted a deep green, with windows made out of the bottoms of glass bottles arranged in several small diamond shapes. Ruli directed her to this one, opening the door.

Inside was crowded with tables and chairs, a few patrons sitting randomly throughout, all quiet and minding their own meals. The majority of the noise came from the kitchen, where a large man with no shirt shouted and hollered, presumably over plates and ingredients. "Pokos." Ruli repeated, before guiding her to a table. The air smelled of strong spices, fish, and coconut, the steam and smoke from the kitchens dancing over head, turning the ceiling a thick grey colour.
A thin woman surfed through the tables gracefully, eyeing them both curiously. She was small, appearing no older than Gavin, but her eyes made her look much older. As did the machete strapped to her hip. "What you want?"
"Two specials, two coconut teas." Ruli ordered, and the woman simply turned and strolled away again. "I'm pretty sure this is where pirates hang out." Ruli whispered to Kire.

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Ysaryn chuckled deeply. "I still prefer to swear in mine, as well." She admitted. "Much easier. Too much thinking in different language, I just want to swear." She shrugged, listening as Kire tried to explain what was happening between her and Ruli. "Ah." She raised her shoulders. "I tried. With Rulitus, you know. Good warrior, good magic, but I do not want a warrior I have to convince. If he is figuring out with you, then he tries, yes? Is not luck. Is , uh. The word? Allure?" She asked, switching the language.

She bet and scooped up a piece of shell, turning it in her fingers to see the sun shine on its iridescent face. "Ask." Ysaryn suggested. "It makes him uncomfortable, but sometimes he answers." She laughed. "Well, mostly. Sometimes he just looks afraid. Either way, good."

~

The day moved on far too fast. Before he knew it, lunch had passed, and he handed Gavin the charm to show as proof, confirming that he really didn't mind keeping an eye on Gavin. His company was pleasant enough, and Ruli knew Envy would be worried. He went joined the others in the elven side for the mess hall, wanting to avoid any of his usual patrons demanding meals if they caught him in his usual haunt. He chatted with Envy, repeating his promise to keep an eye on Gavin, and discussin quietly the gist of the plan to request any advice or input.

When the sun began to set on the one side of the cliffs, Ruli wandered out to hunt Kire down, locating her easy enough. The elves always kept an eye on any none-elves in their side of the city, though no longer with hostility. They admitted they'd seen her wander through briefly, before she'd ducked through to the other side. There, she was giving herself a tour of the city, Ruli trotting down the steps in her direction.
"Am I interrupting?" He asked pointlessly, his sudden appearance startling a chicken, which squawked loudly before it fluttered across a flower bed. "Getting late. Any chance you're hungry?" Ruli came to the step on which she stood, looking her over. He'd changed out of the thicker clothing he'd borrowed from Elva's home, and was back in his lighter linen, his feet once again bare. "Did you decide on Pokos or a homecooked meal?"

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"Its open." Ruli called, before turning to spot not Kire, but Gavin. "Is that right?" Ruli asked, assuming at once Envy had given Gavin his blessing to join them. "What sort? Ah, yeah, that'll be easy enough. Go find me a stone. No bigger than a coin." He instructed, turning to dig into another little drawer.
When Gavin returned, Ruli extended his hand for the stone, inspecting it. "Want to help?" He wondered, looking Gavin over. "Let's see what you've learned. Grab the engraving kit there." Ruli invited before sitting at his little table.

~

"I have the fortune to still look up to my Father, and am not yet chieftess." Ysaryn shrugged, shuffling her foot in the sand.
"Talk is fine. May be harder to follow if they decide to speak on natural tongue." She gasped suddenly and turned to grin at Kire. "So! You learn elvish, yes? Mmm, yes, is a nice language. Like honey wine on the tongue." With a smirk, she nudged Kire's healthy arm with her elbow. "So you to whisper sugar things to Rulitus?" Ysaryn teased.

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Envy sighed again, shaking his head. "Vengeance is often the guiding hand behind war when it shouldn't be." He turned his hand over to grasp Gavin's smaller one, placing his other hand over both. "I want you to keep an eye open. This is a good learning experience for you. I know you have seen it before, in being enslaved by him, but being in the middle of a war is a different perspective. I-"
Another sigh, and Envy silenced himself. "I'm worried. That's all. I'm rambling." He patted Gavin's hand gently. "I suppose I can pardon you from your lessons while you're gone." With a rub of his hand over his face, he gestured north. "Go inform Ruli. He'll have to make your charm before you go."

~

"Along time ago," Ysaryn said, leading Kire down another set of stairs, down toward the beach. "one of our chief drive our people to fight against men. He had an idea to win, and it cost many lives, but more of Cordon. The slums, not always so failing." Ysaryn turned to glance as Kire as their feet hit the sand. "War so quickly falls from 'what will you do' to 'what have you done'. It is not know enough before it is too late."

The lazy moving water crawled toward them, hissed, and retreated, as if it, too, knew of the violence that would rain on them soon. Ysaryn studied the water, then the clouds that were nothing more than a smudge on the horizon. "This council. We are to be allowed?" She wondered, turning to Kire again.