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 Posted: Fri Aug 06, 2010 7:40 pm
This is a [ PRP ] Private Roleplay between
Enyeto Sioux (Kanove) and Soraida Keopichenda (Sephiros Immortalis).
Setting: The Gardens
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Thus far, today had been rather delightful, as much as days on the oft-less than idyllic island of Ciphar could be to someone still feeling horrifically transplanted. Soraida had arisen early in order to greet the splendid sunrise, which had been fraught with hues of gold and carmine, donned his uniform in silence and tiptoed his way past his snoozing roommate with as much stealth as he could muster. Not all that exciting of a feat really, his safe passage was somewhat assured if Shayan had acquired some form of rousing fun the evening hence. Life as the other half of this assigned rooming was never dull for the youthful Azhe, at least if you did not count the dragging morning hours wherein the drudgery of waking and the oh so very stimulating regimen of classes occurred.
But once those were over, there was an abundance of freedom to be had, a limited solace within the confines of the isle, but it was a moderate blessing nonetheless. Today the mageling had a particular destination in mind, one that he had visited upon occasion but never found the time to linger therein. Within the town itself there existed a garden, a brave little patch of flora that Soraida could only imagine flourished within those seasons more conducive to greenery. Not that this set of months was so terribly frigid (though he did wish he'd thought to bring a scarf), but it wasn't exactly the time for blossoms and frolicking in green fields and wildflowers either. Not that he knew anything about that.
Making his way there without an extensive amount of interference (and certainly no encounters of note), the slender young man's lips curved upward, rather pleasantly surprised to find the place a still-flourishing retreat, hardy ivy twining up terraces and snaking its way across the ground to interweave itself with still more hardy bushes and vines. There were places, of course, where it had begun to escape, venturing out across a walkway for a few timid inches in hopes of claiming new territory. It was to one of these bold adventurers that the lithe male gave his interest, kneeling to guide the vines back into place, redirecting their sluggish trek to safer places. For whilst he'd never been much for gardening himself, it did seem a shame to have such persistent plants trodden down by the careless passer-by.
Straightening, honey-brown eyes glanced about to see if anyone of interest had made their way in as of yet, and observing no one, he then gave attention to his soiled hands. Scrunching up his nose in distaste, he leaned down to wipe the dark soil on the leather of his boots. Muttering to himself, he yet again complained of the choice of white as the color the students were to be clad in. It was such a boring and completely useless color, and whilst symbolism and all that was deliciously pleasing in certain settings, there were times when it could be said to have been overdone. "Goddess forbid that I ever get grass stains..." He muttered, just one springtime tussle and this entire ensemble would be done for. "Whatever, I wonder, was so horrid about black?"
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Posted: Fri Aug 06, 2010 8:23 pm
Sleep was not a necessity this boy deemed required by his body. Even with a day or two of no sleep, no bags formed under his eyes and none of his senses were dulled. Personally, he enjoyed the heightened senses that came as his body generally became weaker. However, having found his escape from the Common House achieved while the sun still slept below the horizon, he quickly maneuvered away from it and headed to his hiding place.
It was a short visit that morning, for he only offered a respectful item to the gods in hopes that they would bless his travelings and forgive his transgressions. The religious boy laid silently in a tree as he accounted for the morning events.
Castiel had been asleep. The hall had been empty. The staircase was unguarded. The back guard had fallen asleep. Everything worked to his advantage and he blessed the gods for his peaceful escape. He had left without bow, dressed only in the opened top and loose bottom he wore as the islands normal uniform.
He ventured into his thoughts and was reminded of how each student individualized or made the uniform their own. Many of them just added accessories or wore it differently; Enyeto enjoyed the air and the feeling of it on his chest- so he left the top open. Dropping his head as his body put himself to rest he shook in just enough time to stabilize himself on the branch.
With wide eyes facing the ground in near terror he sighed a breath of relief. 'That I never want to attempt again.' he thought to himself with a drawn out breath. He might as well maneuver himself off the tree. He was not so tired anymore, not after that unknowing rest.
Swinging a foot over the branch Enyeto eyed the ground before propelling himself forward and down. He landed with a soft thud in an incomplete pile of leaves. Letting out a gasp of air as his body collided with the ground, he groaned. Obviously today his body was not as indestructible as it made itself out to be.
Nodding his head and returning to his feet Enyeto spotted a student roaming through the garden. Hiding himself behind a tree he looked and noticed his fall had made no alarm. He was afraid the student might be some monitor or something, a few here and there were.
Generally they were original islanders though and did not wear the uniform. With a sigh he straightened up, dusting off a slightly dirty uniform, and made his way forward into the garden entrance.
Listening to the other's comment about grass stains and black he frowned, looking disapprovingly at his own clothing. "I hope you will not mind me bugging you than." he said, hoping not to spook the other.
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Posted: Sat Aug 07, 2010 1:44 am
In the seconds between his heart stopping for all of two seconds and utter startlement reluctantly beginning to fade, Soraida had to wonder just how in the name of the Goddess the other had entered the garden without the Azhe taking notice. He had a perfectly lovely and relatively unobscured view of the entrance he'd come in from this vantage point, and this fellow had quite clearly not paddered his way in from there, at least not whilst he'd been looking (He hadn't been looking). Rather giddy with delight that the sudden start that the other teen had given him had not caused him to overbalance, he took a deep breath, eyes lidding...as he turned to face this new stranger. Rounding upon the other and closing the distance, he slowly looked him over as he did with all new acquaintances.
Ah, another student. A smile sprang to his lips as various aspects of the taller male's appearance sank into his consciousness. My now, wasn't he the exceptional one? A fine specimen of a male who had approached manhood with a certain ferocity that Soraida himself had quite notably lacked. Arching a brow, he canted head to one side, the ebon-haired mageling running fingers through his own hair in a self-conscious fashion, as though the thrill of unknown consternation that the other had thrust upon him had somehow disheveled his meticulous appearance. "Not bothering me, no...but damn you're a quiet one." He commented, pursing his lips faintly in disapproval. The lithe teen rather liked noise, all told, the center of hustle and bustle meant that at least he knew what was going on, a crowded and lively market place a sensory delight for those such as himself. Stealthiness won no one any points...unless of course he greatly appreciated whatever surprised came with the sneaky approacher.
Noting the color that hedged the other boy's uniform, he reached out to touch it, noting with not a little delight that the other left it undone. And there was a most delectable view because of it, that much he could not deny. It left him predisposed to think pleasantly of Enyeto, despite the jolt that his approach had incurred. "I see you're a student." Leaving one topic and traipsing merrily to the next as a grin lit up his features, "Playing before work... or after?" As clearly neither of them had scholastic pursuits in mind, coming to the garden as they did. Now, not to be mistaken, he had a particular love of hoarding wee nuggets of new information, enriching his mind nearly with as much relish as he did his wardrobe, but there were days when it was an utter bore.
Ah yes, now for the obliged pleasantries. "I'm Soraida Keopichenda. Training as a mage here on the ever so lovely isle of Ciphar." He tapped the pendant that hung about his neck, its warmth comforting in all situations, social and otherwise. It had become something to ground him, and even when he was caught amidst the throes of emotional turmoil, at least it was steady, a symbol of his burning flame. "And who might you be?" The look in deceivingly doe-like eyes said that he approved of what he saw before him, and would not at all mind getting to know the other better. There was an easy way about the Azhe, and an almost lilting tone to his words. Goodness he was starting in on this fellow early, it must be the weather.
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Posted: Sat Aug 07, 2010 11:35 am
A smile.
That was all it took for the boy to realize that the individual he had crept up on did not seek to bestow him will ill graces. At least for the time being he was on even ground with the other. Enyeto had experience in creeping up on individuals and them lashing out in fevered tongues or angry cries; he wanted at all cost to avoid such a situation, especially if it meant obtaining a new friend.
"A ranger is naturally quiet sir." he replied as his body dropped to ground-level. His hands bean threading through a few flowers before plucking one off a radiant rose bush. The bush had a superfluous amount of roses still left on it this far into the winter, but Enyeto could only guess that the priests had some sort of enchantment on the flowers to allow them to proliferate year round.
With a grin he rose and admired the rose between his fingertips. Beads of morning dew kissed the tips of the petals before either sliding into the nectar or falling on the dark skin of the weary 'stranger'. With a smile he listened to the other speak and heedlessly replied with a nod. Shaking his head to rouse him from the thoughts he had been dwelling in, Enyeto offered to rose to his fellow classmate with but a single and sweetened word, "Before."
With a grin pressed from ear to ear he forked an eyebrow and examined the other, as he had been done previously. With skepticism he regarded the formally worn uniform, it was void of multiple alterations- unlike that of Enyeto's half worn uniform. Pursing his lips he attempted to memorize the name, however, he was caught of guard as the other regarded the island of Ciphar as 'lovely'.
With a silent chuckle he covered his mouth and though of Thibault's reaction for hearing such a thing. Thibault and Enyeto were in the same boat when it came to their opinions about the island; they found it a desolate, monotonous, and opaque place to reside. Nothing was as what it seemed and what seemed to be was not, and what was not was.
At least that was the assumption and dialect Enyeto's mind had pieced together though his late night and early morning operations of staking out key points on the island.
"Enyeto Sioux, Nateev born and a Ranger upon this deprecated island." he announced. He felt the cool kiss of the morning breeze on his cheek as he again returned to ground level. His fingers threaded through the bushes before he sighed and returned to his feet. "Might you join me in a field between the trees, there are more less-visited and mended plants back there?" he inquired.
The path that let off of the main street in the garden was purely an extension but many people did not go beyond the line of trees lest they face the dangers of some hunting or mad ranger.
Upholding his dignity he did not tough the other in order to persuade him. Enyeto only eyed the individual and walked forward in hopes that he would follow.
The garden beyond the thicket was the prettiest upon all of Ciphar.
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