Growth Solo: The Brave and the Bloody
(( Bisera is faced with the choice of either backing down or giving chase when someone steals the pack off his back. He's not a strong man, nor he is particularly brave, instead tending to leave such matters to others. In this moment though he finds himself with a reason to fight and does so despite not really having the skills for such a thing. He doesn't want to just give up everything in the pack though, especially given that one of the things is meant for someone important to him. ))
Bisera had left the room at the inn that he was sharing with Xarnith pretty early in the morning. He was in a rather good mood and found himself wanting to make... well, everything! He had ideas in mind for rings, for a bracelet, an anklet, earrings, and various other pieces. There was just a drive in him now, a part of him that wanted nothing more then to cover Xarnith in pretty pieces so that he could show everyone that the warrior was his. It was possessive and it was selfish but... he really wanted to do it.
What would Xarnith think? Would he approve? So long as they didn't drag him down since he was still a warrior. He didn't want to do anything that might compromise him in battle. So nothing that could dangle, nothing that someone could grab hold of and pull on. He wanted to cover him in this that would look beautiful, accent his good looks, but wouldn't put him at any sort of risk. Oh... maybe some matching rings would be nice? No, no that was Bisera getting way ahead himself. He'd just discovered his feelings for Xarnith, just got close to him, just became his lover, and as such he couldn't let his feelings run away with him. Instead he had to take it one step at a time.
Presently he wanted to go out, look around for some new materials that he could buy, and then set to work designing pieces for Xarnith. Only the best pieces that he could come up with for him. Hurrying along he made for the marketplace, eager to get to shopping. He wondered what metals would look best with Xarnith's skin. He'd almost say silver so that it wouldn't blend in too much with his natural coloring. Bright colored jewels would look really nice as well, things like green, bright blue, red, and the like... though maybe red would clash too much with his natural pink jewels. So skip read he thought to himself, finding himself debating then on purple instead.
There were so many things that he could make and already his hands were itching to just sit down and set to work sketching. It was something he was doing his best to keep himself from giving in to though because he knew that shopping was a rather important step. He wanted to have his materials before he set to sketching, mostly because he knew how he could get when he was sketching. Nothing would get done and the shops would end up closed up before he was able to get anything bought. Not to mention that if he decided to do some trading instead of out right buying that would take a while too. Trading could be a rather in depth process depending on the merchant he was working with. Some were easier to deal with then others.
He continued forward, ignoring the urge that called for him to create right here and now. He could do that later he thought to himself. A short time later though he found himself pausing again, starring at a show that was going on before him. He watched as a rather beautiful Matorian woman with flowing blond hair danced there before them for coin. It was something that was quick to fill him with even more ideas, for pieces that had a swirling flow to them, something akin to water. It was a thought that made him smile a little bit before he said, "Beautiful." How he loved shows like this, inspiration abound, though he supposed he really should get to his shopping, which meant that he had to focus.
He set to digging into his pocket, about to get out his coin purse to toss some to the lady, when suddenly he felt a while lot lighter. Giving a bit jolt he looked from side to side, taking in the area, then spotted someone in a hood rushing off with his pack. It was something that had him going wide eyed, mouth agape, "Ahh... that..." His pack had been... stolen? His mind set to racing, with him thinking on what it was that he should be doing. Should he do something? Should he go get Xarnith? Should he... wait.
Bisera's eyes went wide as he realized what was in the pack that had been taken and he was suddenly rushing after the thief. It wasn't just the contents of the pack but one particular piece, the armband that he was working on for Xarnith. The journal that held the designs, the materials he meant to make things from, and the armband itself. He couldn't just let the man run away with those things! He needed them, he couldn't continue on with his work if he just let the man run off with his livelihood.
He was no warrior, he hadn't been trained to fight or wield any weapons, he was a jeweler, that was it. He wasn't cut out for fighting and before now he'd never had a reason to fight. He'd left it to others, to Xarnith, but right now he couldn't. If he went back to the inn, if he went to find Xarnith, then the guy was sure to get away. He'd never see him again, would never get his pack back, he'd have to start all over and it was a terrifying thought. He needed everything that was in there right now! Something that had him running all that much faster forward even though it didn't take long before he was out of breath and his heart was thudding in his chest. He wasn't definitely not cut out for this sort of thing... but he had to keep pushing himself until he could catch up.
A few moments later and he actually saw the man up ahead, squatted down, digging through his pack. Bisera gave a gasping sound before he pushed forward, rushing toward the man, and tackled him. The both of them went down in a heap, with the would be thief looking quiet surprised. It was likely that he wasn't expecting someone like Bisera to give chase. It was something that he'd never have done before meeting Xarnith. Instead he'd probably have ended up back home again after losing all his stuff like this. Bisera sat up first, scrambling toward his pack, reaching out for it, and ended up getting kicked for it.
The kick sent the delicate jeweler rolling, giving out a cry as he went, before he struggled to get back up, "You can't take that! I need it! It's got my entire life in it." He said, starting forward toward where the presently abandoned pack sat between him and the thief. Just as he started forward the hooded figure did as well. Bisera caught hold of one strap on the pack... and got a good punch in the face for it, one that caused his nose to spurt with blood. He fell backwards, hit the ground, and lay there a bit dazed... but his hand held tight to the strap.
The man grabbed hold of the second strap, lifting a foot to stomp down on Bisera's hand, doing so a couple times... and each time drew a cry from the blond. A few more hits and he likely would have lost hold of his pack, not to mention the feeling in his hand, but instead of getting away there was suddenly a lot of shouting from around them. A few men in guard get ups rushed toward them, causing the thief to flee with two of the guards following along after him. As he did so the other guards came up to him, looking him over, taking in his injuries, before one of them scooped him up, the other one getting the pack that he was still clinging so tightly to.
"Don't worry, we will get you to a healer and see to it that thief is dealt with. We don't abide by those that would steal and attack the guests of our country." The man was saying to him, reassuring him, as they headed toward where the healer was located.
As they went Bisera told them about Xarnith, telling them that he needed him, something they reassured him about. They'd find Xarnith too, later, right now they had to worry about Bisera's injuries and the arrest of the thief. After that the warrior would be found and brought to Bisera. As it was the best deal that he'd get he agreed, settling down in the man's grasp, as he set to looking his hand over. It looked pretty bad... but the healer would make it better. If nothing else he could thank Chi that it wasn't his dominate hand or else he'd be in real trouble. All his work revolved around his hands after all and without his dominate one he'd of been out of luck.
Letting his eyes close he let the guards carry him and his things toward the healer, hoping that Xarnith would be able to join him sooner then later.
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