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 Posted: Thu Jun 04, 2015 3:52 am
He had taken a slightly longer time than he'd intended back at the market place. The walk from their spot hadn't been a long one though and luckily the brawl had seemed to dwindle down to only a few stragglers once he'd neared the area, from what he could tell. The merchant had been... well, very pleasant to say the least and he'd gotten caught up in talking with her. After he'd gone directly back to where the chaos had broken forth, desperately looking for the weapon he'd been gifted by his father. He had been surprised the sword had not been snatched up immediately when he'd dropped it, and was ashamed that he'd not grabbed it up immediately. He was just lucky enough that it'd been kicked out of sight.
If he'd noticed the admiring looks Jelanii had been shooting his brother during the brawl he might have been quicker... though who could say? His mind felt like it was a million different places at once, and it would be a long time before his thoughts had settled. "Here, I've brought back what I could afford." He cleared his throat as he approached, offering supplies to both his brother and the Matorian. "Jelanii... I want to thank you." He knew that without the Matorian's presence in the brawl he likely would have been dead.
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Posted: Thu Jun 04, 2015 5:44 pm
Jelanii's attention was pulled away from Illian as his brother came back with supplies. He gave the shifter a smile and took the things that would be the most useful, namely an ice pack which he immediately pressed to his black eyes. At the brother's thanks, Jelanii waved it away. "No thanks necessary. We had a common enemy, besides, you were one of the few people there making sense. I couldn't afford to let people who actually agree with me go down in a fight."
His eyes grew distance. "Besides... it was worth it. Being able to know that I was part of bringing you two together again...I am honored." He hesitated and then continued. "I am also looking for a sibling. My twin sister. She was given to slavers when I was young. Now that Matorians are no longer slaves I want to find her."
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Posted: Thu Jun 11, 2015 5:18 am
Istanell smiled very slightly at the Matorian's words. "Strength in numbers." It was hard to say if Istanell was making a joke or not, the expression on his face was a mixture of serious and that little smile he was offering Jelanii up. But it was true, the more people who agreed or thought in one way together the more likely other people would start agreeing with them and thinking like them. Flock mindset, Istanell thought it was called.
When Jelanii took what he needed Istanell tossed the sack of supplies to his brother after taking out some bandaging. He stood and gingerly began to wrap around his ribs, but almost immediately cringed and unwound the bandages. Wrapping it as he did a sprain was obviously wrong, because that had hurt quite a bit. He tried again, keeping it looser this time.
His eyes cut to the Matorian and then to the ground, looking melancholy. So many had lost so much during the war... and what for? For another race's ambitions and delusions of grandeur. "I hope that you do." Because of course Istanell knew that feeling, of having a sibling missing for so long. It felt so terrible and draining. He imagined it was like having a missing limb and sometimes having the memory of feeling it... actually feeling it as if it were there only to be reminded it no longer was a part of you. "She is still here, in Oba?" He wasn't sure if Jelanii would know that but just assumed... he felt that like himself, Jelanii would have been out of this place the minute he didn't need to be here.
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Posted: Thu Jun 11, 2015 6:19 am
"I hope so. I cam across a person in Matori who had met her. It seemed like my sister was traveling to Matori, but then decided to return back to Oba. I-I'm not exactly sure why though." What would make a free slave go back to the place that had enslaved him. He shook his head. None of it had made sense, but he suppose once he met his sister he would have his answer. He eyed Istanell as he continued to wrap his ribs. It looked like he was having a hard time, which isn't surprising. Of all of them he had it the worst in the brawl. On top of that, Jelanii was pretty sure he was suffering from lack of food. He was starting to realize just how important his mother's insistence that he learn how to do basic healing was. It would be useful not just for him, but his comrades as well. He stood up and held out his hand. "Let me do it. It's painful to look at you trying," he said with a put upon sigh. Though a teasing smile curled his lips.
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Posted: Thu Jun 11, 2015 7:51 am
The shifter frowned thoughtfully. "There could be a number of reasons why she would." He stated, trying to reaffirm that idea in Jelanii's mind. Truthfully... truthfully he wouldn't know what would keep him away from his family. His gaze dragged over to Illian, sad in it's nature. They had their reasons, he and Incanthis both... they must have had them, right? "Perhaps you won't understand them, but with time you might be graced that opportunity." He was still watching Illian as he spoke, his words aimed at Jelanii but more to calm his own mind.
He looked back over to the Matorian and eyed the hand stretched out, his body in an awkward position as he stopped mid wrap. Istanell handed the bandaging over gladly. "It must be a real trauma, being able to feel others' pain just from looking." This was said with a straight face as he met Jelanii's eyes, but he'd noticed the teasing quirk of the earthling's mouth. He thought that really would be very traumatizing though, having that much empathy. His thoughts lingered on the day V'Rin broke his leg... he guessed he could relate a little more now that he too had broken a bone. Really he was just shocked he hadn't broken one sooner.
Istanell raised his arms slowly and carefully as to avoid any pain, waiting for Jelanii to wrap him. If the Matorian did it too tightly he would just redo it later, in the privacy of his own company. He again threw a look Illian's way, then studied the Matorian. He wondered what they spoke of when he was gone. Illian looked calmer, certainly. "Your company seems to be well received my Illian. I think he may get on better with you than he does with me." Though he meant those words honestly he smiled after them, not really upset. He wished sometimes that Illian and he would have an easier time communicating. They bumped heads often though, even when they were young.
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Posted: Wed Jun 24, 2015 2:22 pm
"It is," Jelanii said lightly, not missing a beat. "I mean, this whole time I feel stabs of pain whenever I see you. You should apologize." He grinned and took the bandage. Then carefully, he began wrapping it around the shifter, making sure that it was tight enough to actually be useful, but still give the man some breathing room. As he did he turned over Istanell's words about his sister. She had her reasons he knew, but he couldn't fathom exactly what they could be. No...that wasn't true. It was possible she simply didn't want to see them after everything she had been through. He tried not to think about that too hard. Luckily, or unluckily, his attention was distracted when Istanell brought up Illian. He felt his cheeks heat up and he ducked his head a bit lower. "I'm sure that's not the case," Jelanii said. "You're his brother. That's a bond that can't be easily broken. It might just take time to find the language you two best communicate in."
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