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Blushing yet again, Enya sat on the ledge with her feet in the water, a bit amazed by Karoku's ability to make it brighter, but mostly thankful. "I'm grateful then, that you did..." She replied in a quiet voice, her toes wiggling in the water. Her mind moved quickly from that, however, to the water in front of her, "Maybe I should have thought this through more..." She sighed to herself as she made a mental assesment of how much power she had left and what exactly it was she wanted to do with it.

Smiling slightly, Enya stretched her arms up and let out a long sigh. "It's not exactly a ritual... it's just... something I started doing when I was younger..." With a slight yawn she flopped back hard on the stone, her back cracking and popping in several places. She wasn't sure how to continue, she was entering the realm of "things only Fenrir knows", and she wasn't sure if she should say anything. It was kind of like treading on sacred ground, still, she knew she had to say something. "When... when I was little, my sister Anya was always very sick... I w- I would go out every night to this stream nearby out city, and I would stand in it and imagine that all of my good energy was filling her up, and I was taking all the bad away..." She shook her head and sat up again, pulling her knees to her chest.

"She never got any better, but... when I finally managed to get some medicine for her, I kept it up... She does something similar every morning, only with fire." Enya explained, and with a long sigh she stood up; she hadn't told Karoku everything, she wasn't any good at talking, and besides... the whole story was something only Fenrir knew, something she had told him in deepest confidence when he was still a wolf and had followed her that first night, and she was worried that if she told Karoku then somehow Fenrir would find out and she would lose the person she confided in. Enya glanced back at Karoku, smiled a bit more, and stepped off the ledge and back into the water.

"I hadn't decided yet"
"Nowhere in particular"

They both let out a sigh after answering at the same time. Neither of them had any plans, only a goal. Their main plan consisted of finding information on the street or in a bar. Asking around for awhile in one city usually got them a lead. All of Malcholar's leads seemed to prove fruitful. Kaledan's had yet to once. The pirates he was hunting were like ghosts. He himself knew very little about them.

"You see miss Rhia, we don't have a particular destination. Our journeys just have to be related in a couple of areas, their lack of direction is one of those. That is one of the reasons I put up with this man's company."

"Other than the fact that you need my skills and knowledge that is? And drop the "miss" I'm sure it just digs at her under the surface."

"You may have been brought up without any manners in the desert, but I was raised with dignity and respect."

"And where exactly was that at?"

"The sky."

Their bickering ended their. They had a silent agreement not to push each other's past. His companion's origins intrigued Malcholar, but that was one line he didn't push. Besides, he could tell his companion's temper was rising fast.

"My apologies miss Rhia, I had forgotten that we were arguing in your company."

Malcholar caught on to the taunt when Rothmet used the word 'miss' but didn't take the bait.

Karoku listened closely, not probing any further when she was done, knowing very well that it was a personal matter and he had no authority to look into. He smiled back at her when she jumped back into the water, allowing his ki to travel with her so she had light. He sat Indian style and placed his elbow on his thigh, then opened his palm enough for his chin to rest in his hand. He let out a sigh, beginning to think of his own life. He had never fit in with his family. They were too... formal, too strict. He just couldn't live like that. He remembered guards following him wherever he went and how much it had angered him. It took the death of a friend for him to finally realize he wasn't meant for such traditions as royalty. Since leaving, he hadn't once, used his bloodline to gain something. He had built up from nothing, and become something. His title of Yami, still echoed in certain people's mind. Which lead him to his assassin days. He still was, but didn't take as many jobs as before.

Karoku lifted his head and his ears slicked back as he watched her. He wanted to see her smile, but probably wouldn't see that until she was finished or maybe even longer. He began to play with his ki, making a beautiful scene around her as she performed her daily ritual. It was as if fire was falling around her and fading before it reached the water. Karoku's ears lifted up as he gazed upon Enya in the rain of energy.

Outside, on a street corner not too far from the restaurant where Tatsu and Korsu were eating, a young Saorill female stood. Her red hair was tucked behind her ears, revealing a pair of deceptively relaxed grey eyes. Every now and then a person would stop to appreciate the rare spectacle. It wasn’t everyday one got to see such a skilled juggler. Round and round, up and down they went. Seven brightly colored spheres. Red, blue, green, yellow, indigo, orange, and violet.

Suddenly they would remember that they had other business and would rush off, but before that they would place some money into the bucket at the girl’s feet. A thank you for the show she put on. She waited for the street to empty a bit before finally stopping. One by one the colored balls fell to the ground. One by one she picked them up and placed them in the bucket, taking out the day’s money as she did so. Looking up, she smiled. Across the street was the same boy who had followed her for the past two weeks. She made a motion for him to come over. After only a moment’s hesitation, he complied.

“Do you like juggling?” She asked, placing the last of the balls into the bucket. Looking up, she waited for the boy to get over his shyness, a playful smile at her lips.

“Yes ma’am.” The boy replied.

She giggled. “The names Tara, not ‘ma’am’. What’s yours?”

“Thomas, but my friends call me Tom.”

“Well Tom, I’m pretty much done with juggling. At least for now. It’d be a shame if I had to throw these away.” At the word ‘these’ she gestured to the balls in the bucket. “How ‘bout you take them and you can learn how to juggle by yourself. You’ve surely gotten the basics down. What with watching me all these weeks.” Tara grinned teasingly as the boy blushed.

“Thank you, Tara. I won’t forget y- this.”

Tara watched as the boy took off down the streets, cradling the spheres as if they were precious gems. Once he had disappeared from sight, Tara set about gathering the rest of her stuff. From the ground she picked up her cloak and sword belt. The latter went around her waist, the familiar weight of the two swords a reassurance to her. The former went over her shoulders, hiding from sight the brown tank top she wore, as well partially obscuring the matching cargo pants.

Now it was time for dinner. The Saorill certainly had enough money, considering the generosity of the people on the streets. Making sure she had left nothing behind, Tara followed her nose down the street.

OoC: Geez that's long... I hope it isn't too much.

((It's perfect! Don't be ashamed!))

Tatsu flashed Korsu a grin, "Actually, not so much... Mostly I just want to get a good look at you in action." She laughed, and she propped her head up on the table, eyes flashing. "I should take you out into the middle of nowhere and see how you fair against a couple of monsters..." She said, a devious look in her eyes.

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Blushing slightly, Enya swam backwards for bit and then treaded the water there, looking down. She was confused and didn't know what to say, but she couldn't help but smile a laugh a bit, Karoku's actions were kind of funny... Still, she didn't know what to think, either. She liked Karoku, that much she would admit to, but farther than that? It had taken Caiden and her months to reach the point where she needed to explain things, and yet she felt like she was about to reach that point now with Karoku. So instead she sought a distraction, and with a laugh she flung a handful of water in his face, attempting to initate a splash fight.