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Posted: Sun May 08, 2016 10:33 pm

Gael took his time as he pieced together his words and Nera allowed him to do so. She didn’t rush him nor did she try to interrupt, the woman simply listened to the young man as he conjured memories of his cousin and spoke in a sullen tenor. He was in so much pain underneath the rage, in her experience anger proved to be a poison that kept unseen wounds from healing properly. Unfortunately she had also learned that there was no siphon to drain away the wrath that bled into the soul, no salve to calm the fires of hatred that seared to the bone and inflamed the mind. It simply had to burn away leaving nothing but the ache hidden in the ashes. Nera knew that she herself wasn’t completely without misplaced ire. The fact that Gael was chained in her private bathhouse proved that fact. She had lashed out without thought yet perhaps it was destined that his man would come to her. Maybe they could burn away each others rage and escape the darkness that dwelt within themselves. Either way Issd had chosen this path for Nera to take.

‘...and Varuna would have liked you.’ Those words were unexpected and as such the lean-figured Oban couldn’t help but smile at the comment. Nera didn’t try to hide the delight that she took from Gael’s words but she also didn’t allow her expression to derail the Matori from his line of thought. “She, Varuna,” Nera gently used the young woman’s name in a sign of respect for the deceased. “Sounded to be a woman of splendor. I am sorry that you lost her and I am sorry for the distance and grief it caused her brother. But I promise you this, you can honor her memory far better down here. Working away that anger, making yourself stronger. The distance you put between yourself and Janoii will remind him how important it is to value the family that he has. I’m going to train you. I will help you honor your cousin Varuna. When you are finished, you will walk out of here, free of your pain and with the knowledge that she is proud of you and all that you have become.”

Nera wasn’t certain how long the lanky-figured boy stared at his hands and awkwardly busied himself with his fingernails but it was long enough that she grew tired of floating in the heated waters of her bath. “Tell me, did your cousin have a favorite food? What sort of things did she enjoy? What made her]/i] smile the most---and--- how long ago did she pass?”

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Posted: Thu May 12, 2016 6:17 pm

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Hearing his cousin's name being spoken made it more real to him. She wasn't just a memory anymore. Someone else knew her name; knew she had existed. If only Janoii was here then Gael could show him that his sister wouldn't be forgotten. But then the Oban woman said she was going to train him, make him strong. The young man shook his head. "I already have a mentor." His way of politely declining the.. forced offer. His orange eyes went to the chains that kept him in place. As far as he remembered he never said "Hey tie me up and make me strong!"

But this woman knew how to keep him talking. Giving her a sideways glance Gael took in a deep breath then exhaled. "She liked seaweed rolls. Usually with red meat in the center." So his cousin was weird. It wasn't like no one else wasn't.

"The ocean made her smile. Not just in the typical, Oh you water tribe people love the water, but she loved when the waves would get rough. Varuna always tested her swimming skills." Gael had always thought she was insane the way she would swim when the waves were high and crashing down. "After swimming through the biggest waves she'd be grinning for days." He scoffed in mild amusement at the notion. Someone smiling like that just because they could swim.

"She passed a few days ago." And then the somber mood was back. His brow furrowed and he wanted to glare at everything all over again.

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Posted: Fri May 13, 2016 8:36 pm

The noble woman chose to ignore the Matori’s words when he denied her. No one could teach him the lessons that he needed to know, sure someone could show him how to use a sword or shield but she was going to teach him something so much stronger than any mere weapon could provide. Several long moments passed before the lean-figured Oban pulled herself complete from the warm waters of her bath and draped her barely clad body against the stonework of the floor, ribbons of shimmery hair billowed out like an explosion of silver.

An idle stare languidly inspected the tips of her nails as if the petite-tamer was attempting to picture something just past her digits reach. “Seaweed rolls with red meat and intense swells. Varuna sounded like someone that I would have enjoyed very much. I will make an offering in her name tonight. If that is alright with you?” It was the truth, later on that evening she would go and burn some incense if Gael would allow her. Regardless she need to pray to Issd, a chore that was long over due.

In an instant the boy returned to his brooding demeanor and narrowed his sunset colored hues into malicious slits. Nera found her breath caught in the back of her throat just above her molars, a faint tickle threatened to send her into coughing fits if she didn’t clear her airway. “Just two days ago,” she ventured, her tenor nearly a whisper as she addressed Gael. Cool stone met with bare stomach as Nera rolled onto her side, she wasn’t ready to look in direction of her captive, there was no guilt in her expression only a faint sympathy twisted with something unstable.

“You haven’t really had any time to reflect on your lose. Maybe it’s time you had.” Picking herself up from the floor Nera made her way across the room to a set of double doors. “You only have enough oil in those torches for about another hour of light before they will expunge themselves. I suggest you retire with the light, we will have a long day ahead of us tomorrow,” Nera paused. “Unless of course you wish for me to stay with you a bit longer.”

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Posted: Mon May 16, 2016 6:05 am

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Hearing that Nera wanted to make an offering for his cousin surprised him but he kept it off his face. Gael didn't want her to have any leverage over him. So instead he gave a nod of his head and muttered, "Yeah, sure." It would be a nice gesture. And besides, it wasn't like he could offer anything for Varuna while he was down here. Except for maybe some thoughts.

With him being told that he needed to reflect on his loss he turned his head away from Nera. He was trying to avoid glaring at her with an obvious stare. Of course he needed time to do that! The young man hadn't really done it yet because he was tending to his cousin and aunt and doing what they needed done. His ear fins gave a twitch when he heard the Oban move. She was getting up and it caused him to glance in her direction. As she spoke and explained things his eyes went toward the torches. "I'll be fine by myself. Or is it you that needs the company? Need me to scare away your monsters?" He'd resorted to being snarky again but it was his way of keeping himself from breaking apart.

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Posted: Mon May 16, 2016 2:26 pm

Perfectly sculpted and glossed nails dug into the hard fibers of the wooden door frame. The Matori was beyond impertinent but she wouldn’t allow him to see how his snide attitude made her blood boil or caused her to lose her cool composition. The curve of her back and the width of her shoulders remained unaffected, relaxed, unhitched by his sudden remarks. “Hardly,” Nera barked back, her tone betraying the calm front she attempted. Here she was trying to show him an ounce of kindness by making a tribute to his cousin and yet he still lashed out with such venom when he spoke to her. Well, he would learn his place. Reasoning with the fishling was completely out of the question, he had gone and tried her patients and forced her hand.

“We are all monsters.” With that said Nera pushed the door to the bathing chamber open then slammed it closed behind herself. A faint clank followed by the sound of a tumbler falling into place denoted that the Oban locked the door. It wasn’t that she thought Gael to escape his bonds she just didn’t want anyone wandering into her training room uninvited.

“Honestly! That boy,” she huffed. “Going to drive me to flogging him before the end of the day!” Nera was heated, all he had to do was talk to her like she wasn’t a piece of garbage yet here he was pissing her off at every turn! Maybe some time alone with his thoughts would make him more bearable. Until then she would do as she said. First she would start with making an offering in his cousin’s name then she would prepare him breakfast. He didn’t deserve lunch or dinner. Tomorrow she would try again, until then she was going to go searching for a Matori recipe for seaweed rolls.

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Posted: Tue May 17, 2016 3:50 pm

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He heard the change in her tone. While her body and expression might not show it, her voice did. Gael gave a small smile at it. At least not he knew that even she was able to have that perfect exterior cracked.

When she said that everyone was a monster he leaned his head back until it hit the wall and stared up at the ceiling. "Truer words have never been spoken." The young matorian believed that everyone was a monster in their own way. The degree just depended on the situation. He was being a disrespectful heathen now but it was due to the ache he felt for the loss of a friend. Varuna had been more to him that just a cousin. She was someone he could talk to. He still had Janoii, but only if he could snap him out of his depression and so far that seemed impossible.

Once the door was shut and he heard the lock slip into place he gave a scoff. Yes, because he could get out of his chains. He moved a little and twisted his body so that he was leaning on his hip and using the wall as his pillow. Now that Nera was gone he could relax a little and rest. Of course he did think about his cousin and the loss he felt. The night, once the fires burned down, would be met with his silent cries of grief. Gael wouldn't get much sleep until close to early morning when his mind finally exhausted itself.

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