The Savant

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The princess seemed uncertain with everything at the moment. “I know…” She whispered out to her handmaiden. Flynn’s opinion about her was important not because they were married but she wanted him to actually like her. How would he like her knowing what she did? She shouldn’t be accepting comfort from other people, especially men.

“I promise, Elara… I will tell him,” She could promise that Flynn would be told by her but she didn’t know when. When was a good time? Never. Something like this was never a good time to tell a husband that forced you into a loveless marriage. What if she told and he decided to get rid of her?

Octavia nodded her head, “Thank you, Elara… I’ll try my best to tell him. I promise you,” The nerves she felt in her system were shot and overwhelmed at the same time. Her whole body was beginning to numb then she jumped out of her skin when she heard Mister Emberani’s voice echo out throughout the house. Why was he here? Hearing how he didn’t want to stay at the inn caused an expression of confusion.

“Yes, tasks. Winter tasks. I still need to make sure my purchases are exactly,” She spoke out in remembering everything she needed to do for winter. She couldn’t be moping around and crying about things that she had no control over even if it was hard not to. “You can be excused,” A part of her didn’t want Mister Emberani seeing her like this.

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Feeling something bump into him caused the man to jump out of his skin and for a few split seconds… his mind was not processing anything. Anyone. Then everything started to register and he was surprised he ran into someone that wasn’t Octavia or Flynn. His hands went out to grab Elara, “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to —” Then he stopped himself from touching her and his hands retracted faster than lightning when he thought about it. His one hand wrapped around the necklace that he always wore. “I’m sorry, Elara. I didn’t mean to run into you. Are you okay?” His voice was slightly panicked and skittish with energy.

Mr.Embarani

You can knit, can’t you?

The man didn’t even know how to explain the emotions he was feeling in this situation. His head slowly nodded in confirmation, “I do?” He spoke with uncertainty as she asked if he could knit. That was an odd question to ask someone that you ran into or who ran into you… he wasn’t sure at this point.

Yes… formal matters…

Sunni gave a light and warm smile, attempting to hide his thoughts and exhaustion, and he sighed, “Yes, I know how to knit and I can go speak with the princess about it. If she needs those skills,” He was already here looking for Flynn, mainly, but he could stop by Octavia’s room as well. Flynn might be busy and not home. It would give him time to speak with Octavia, if his friend wasn’t home.

The man wanted to say something else to the woman but he didn’t know if she was in a rush or not. She seemed to be. They collided with each other. His amber eyes were in thought while he stared at her, “Elara,” He spoke softly and surely. “Do you like rocks? You seem like a person who would like rocks… Well. Not like one. I don’t know if you like rocks. People don’t just have a look to them if they like rocks or not. If you don’t like rocks that is okay too. I really don’t even know why I am trying to talk to you about rocks. I’m sorry…,” Sunni was rambling and he didn’t know the train of thought he was trying to stick too. His one hand rubbed at the nape of his neck while the other hung onto that necklace round his neck. His cheeks have a little color on them.

“So… if you liked rocks. You wouldn’t think it’s weird if someone gave you a rock? Right? Since you would like it…” Sunni looked at her as he could hear his heart in his ears. Shut the fuck up about rocks, Sunni… she doesn’t want to be bothered about by your fascination with rocks.

Then he thought about it, glancing at her beautiful blue eyes, “If you don’t like rocks… please forget any of this happened or I said anything at all. Rocks really don’t matter to people and I know they can be seen as really stupid and simple. Please… I don’t know. I’m sorry for talking about rocks. I think they are pretty, like you. I don't mean that. You are prettier than rocks especially if you don't think rocks are pretty because if you think they are ugly and plain... then you wouldn't take that as a compliment. You would be the prettiest rock though. Like the moon," The man couldn't stop talking. He was trying his best to stop talking. His mind was firing off, alarm bells were ringing, and for some reason, he couldn't zip his lips. "The moon is a big rock, isn't it? I think it is. Why are you pretty like the moon? Well, your hair reminds me of its silver rays and you are very pale like it. Well, not too pale. Not pale like a dead person pale. If you were a dead person, you would be the prettiest dead person. I'm not attracted to dead people, Elara. I'm sorry. Please forgive me. I'm not trying to compare you to dead people or rocks. What I am trying to say is that you are very beautiful and if I were to imagine what a moon goddess would look like, she would look like you. And I feel like this is the same anxiousness I would have if meeting a moon goddess because you make me nervous…” It came out of his mouth before he could think of it. “Very nervous. Unlike rocks do.” He emphasized. His hand was tightening on that necklace as he was trying to not fiddle with his hands, shirt, hair, or anything else or show her that his hands were shaking from anxiety.

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Flynn's words had left Dawnhaven's future blacksmith in deep thoughts. A lot more slowly than usual, his bulked up hand forced the key to turn in the new lock as Wenyr didn't even realize how part of him relished this primitive, everyday bit of action. Closing up the workshop was an excuse not to be bothered by anyone including another part of himself which might want to press on towards other tasks, leaving the most difficult one unsolved: How to pull off an act of duplicity perfectly if one had been told repeatedly to be a bad liar ?

Had Sunni not been on the list of people he could speak with openly, he'd have deemed this impossible from the get-go. A disturbingly large number of people considered his craft to be folding and reshaping metal, but it was so much more than that. It was cooking at temperatures far beyond boiling water, but the dishes one served had to last for much longer than the initial presentation and some brief moment during which its taste would be exposed to some conscience. A meal had to do just one good job at passing through one's guts once, a blade could have to do the same passage many times in its lifetime.

Okay... Maybe -- and as some elderly warrior fighting somewhere close to a river Wenyr didn't know yet was proving just at this moment -- a sword had the benefit of taking some considerable shortcuts in this passage, but it had to hold nonetheless. Could a chef de cuisine do wonders with substandard materials ? Some would claim so, but the truth was definitely a different one. It was the same with smithing. One needed good ingredients and one needed the right ones for the purpose at hand. Without having the facility needed to do major refining of raw materials, let alone the whole discipline really having left its stage of infancy in a more ubiquitous manner, the term 'good' mostly boiled down to the correct source and a trustworthy chain of trade.

Before Wenyr would talk to the overly busy merchant though, he needed to clean himself a little. He had likely already ascended on the scale of olfactory provocation without the fur cloak shielding the outside world from him. Hadn't the prince just dropped the word of hot springs in Dawnhaven ? How could there be a better place than these to get rid of all the troubles that had accumulated on both his skin and mind.

With the plummeting temperatures from the outside interacting with the surface temperature of the hot springs. The massive amounts of steam being created in the larger public pool of the hot springs made it difficult for anyone to see each other when they were not close. It was interesting to see how snowflakes were melting in mid-air because of the rising warmth. The hot springs were telling the weather that it would not bow to its declaration of cold. How could was it going to get in Dawnhaven?

His thoughts wandered as his eyes looked beyond the steam to look up at the clouds and the starry night sky. Octavia spoke about how cold it was going to get and how the elders mentioned that this season was going to be harsher than normal. Was Dawnhaven in trouble? He knew that he was going to have to put more orders for materials and resources and hopefully, they would get there before the pass was snowed in.

Looking over his shoulders that leaned against the rocks while his elbows propped him up. His eyes found the rose wine that he had, not even one-fourth of the bottle had been drank since he was sipping on it. “This is getting pretty boring…” He mumbled to himself. Other than being boring, it was relaxing, and he knew he would feel so refreshed after getting out but he wasn’t ready to leave yet.

As Wenyr approached the steaming oasis of wellbeing, he felt his inner eye's increased stare at his incompetency. Just how had he managed not to discover the hot springs right upon the day of his arrival ? The silent and desperate fight of snowflakes against the hot air from below had an almost surreal aspect to it, but probably so also had the fact that he would take a relaxed bath in a town at the rim of a mysterious and relentless blight while the sun had gone missing.

As the blacksmith closed in, he could see a spot of red hair first making a very brief appearance between the clouds and then becoming a more permanent part of his view. "Sunni ?" he exclaimed, half surprised and half glad about the merchant's presence. "You wouldn't mind if I join you ?" Just when had he taken off this cloak for the last time ? It felt like he had been wearing it since stepping out of his bed... And the moment it dropped to the ground, Wenyr just knew once more why this had been the case. It was annoyingly cold to say the least. That or he had grown too accustomed to the more infernal range of temperatures.

Carefully trying not to create too many waves, he submerged his overly broad-shouldered self in the water right up to the neck. Wenyr's long hair quickly rearranged into sort of a two-dimensional cloud floating on the water and it felt so good just immediately. "How's the wine ?" Wenyr asked as he nudged himself a little closer towards Sunni.

Sunni, caused him to jump out of his skin without moving too much. He was surprised to hear someone else and he didn’t even catch them coming down the stone steps. Am I that out of it? He thought while glancing at the bottle of wine which was barely touched. A sigh left his lips before his head rolled on his shoulders a little bit, “Yes?” he called back to the less familiar voice. He knew it had to be someone that he might have run into before, maybe not? Some names and faces were still not matching up for him.

“Oh, I don’t mind at all,” Sunni chuckled slightly while readjusting himself into a more comfortable position. A fresh position that was leaned against the rocks behind him more and sank himself to his shoulders. The steam felt wonderful along with the heat that was soaking into his muscles. “I am in the more public area of the hot springs for a reason,” he added on because at the end of the day, he was social, even if he was worn out.

Glancing at the bottle of rose-colored wine, he shrugged at the inquiry, “It tastes wonderful. Do you want some?” The redheaded man made sure he had a good grip on the wine bottle which was overwhelmed with condensation as he handed it over to Wenry to take if he wanted some.

Wenyr shrugged his shoulders, giving a casual "Why not ?" as a response. To say that Sunni made a rather tired first impression on him would have been a quite significant understatement, but at least Mr. Emberani had not yet attempted to decapitate him for the interruption. The blacksmith first let his nostrils take in the smell of the grape-born liquid, then took a small sip before allowing a more speedy fashion of drinking to be the rearguard of his actions.

"That tastes good. You don't happen to know what the name of it is ?" Having at least a small stock of beverages other than water or what the Eye had to offer couldn't hurt, even though he had found Sya's meals to be quite adequate so far. With his thoughts glancing along the inn, Wenyr remembered some remarkable observation he had made: "Also, on a side note, you know why the inn has lost its door ? Or no, not lost, but... could definitely use a new one."

Sunni watched the man as he took a sniff of the wine before testing it and then proceeding to enjoy it. At least he looked to enjoy it by facial expressions. “I think it is called Golden Sun by the Pelleron family,” At least that was what he remembered from reading the tag on it. The man surely wanted to order more from them.

The man looked somewhat shocked when Wenyr casually brought up that the inn was missing a door or could use a repair, “What do you mean?” Utter confusion came out of his lips when he asked.

“Did something happen to one of the doors at the inn? Was it an exterior door?” Sunni found himself looking for answers that the other man might not provide. Was he going to have to get out of the hot spring to fix an exterior door of the inn? This caused him to brush a handful of fingers through his hair as he forced a smile at the other man.

Oh dear! What had he just done ? Clearly this rather casual mention of the door issue had triggered at least half of the alarm bells in Sunni's mind simultaneously. Wenyr tried to give his voice a calm undertone as he made an initial effort to catch the storm he had just invoked: "The main entrance has the quite battered look to it, but it was still attached to its hinges and probably capable of keeping most of the cold air and nosy eyes out. Don't know what happened or anything about the interior situation, but I couldn't hear any turmoil. Only the usual banter... So I suppose it's still halfway alright at least ? That's why I didn't investigate further yet."

The blacksmith bit the inner half of his lips. Just going in right away and bothering Sya with an inquiry would have been such a viable option now that he had a second thought at it.

His amber eyes seemed full of thought and displeasure while hearing the man speak about the door and try his best to undertone the whole ordeal. A sigh left his lips while he began to rub his temples and close his eyes. Sunni was trying to encourage himself to calm down, not get up to check the door and relax.”

"I’m sorry, Wenyr…” he began as he shifted his weight and began to stand up.

“I need to go check on the door. I have no idea if I’ll be back or not. I apologize. Keep the wine. I have to make sure everything is fine with the inn,” He felt rude for leaving, but he needed to make sure the front doors of the inn were fine. Moving towards the outer part of the hot springs, and he could feel a shivering cold strike his body when he got out of the hot springs. A faint noise of surprise could be heard from him as he breathed in and out before putting on all his clothes. Getting his socks and shoes on, he began to make his way up to the inn.

Wenyr tried to control his facepalming for as long as necessary so Sunni would not be able to see it, then it just burst out of him. It was barely of real relief though... Trying to get rid of his own stress, he had just caused more of it to somebody else. That was not to mention that blundering ahead had also destroyed the opportunity to talk about the supplies needed for the weapons in a relaxed atmosphere. Great! Now he really needed some more of that wine...

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