[PRP] Meeting Others [Malek + Xanabar]

[Daisicle]

Malek was walking alone in the forests surrounding his home, eyes looking to each and every way as he listened to the sounds of the wind blowing through the canopy. What sparse leaves remained attached to the branches rustled in quiet resistance to the cold threatening to remove them. How long had this biting cold remained? The climate was usually so mild, even the storms had seemed to be lacking in strength. So this absolute cold that drew his breath out in white puffs of vapor...

Well, it was really rather unpleasant.

But not so unpleasant that one was forced to huddle in their homes without a means of making a way outside. Long distances and instances in the open were certainly trying and difficult to make; how Malek had survived that ceremony, he might never understand. Perhaps it was the Guardian's will?

Today's walk was merely that: a walk. Nothing more, nothing less. Just something to ease him of the stirring feeling he got from being still for too long. Soon enough, he would turn back around and return home.

Conrad The Mighty

 

[Conrad The Mighty]

The crisp air brushed through white wings like soft icicles, oddly warming the Angel they belonged to like a shot of fire water. After a certain amount of time one becomes methodical in ones behaviors and with traditions steeped in her blood, she had developed private rituals for different things. This tradition started it all and it also happened to be her favorite. It allowed her to connect with nature, enhance her appreciation of the conveniences given to her by the Guardians and do nothing but sit in front of a well constructed and hearty fire. The last two weeks in January she would camp in the forest just out of eye-shot from her own little cottage.

The smell of Xanabar's 'little' fire could be detected for a couple miles out, and at the moment served as a radius for collecting wood without getting lost or too far away. She lamented not having any powers to simply collect the wood for her, even though she knew it didn't quite work that way. As she filled her tiny little arms full of wood for her fire, she wondered what mysteries the Guardians had for her and hummed a melody something along the lines of 1920s swing. Every few steps Xana would stop and bust a little bit of the Charleston in the air with a flick of her wings she would pop into the air then keep walking in her own little world.

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[Daisicle]

As Malek reached the end of his so-called walk and was turning to make his way back, he paused as the smell of... something... caught his attention. Was that? Closing his eyes to better make sense of he scent hitting his frost-bitten nose, he couldn't help but tilt his head at the prospect. Smoke? Was someone making a fire out here, in this cold?

Certainly this pae, or pae'll, couldn't possibly think that it was a smart idea to be outside in such conditions!

Turning back in the direction he thought the smoky air to be coming from, he began walking away from his home again. Sure, he was becoming quite chilled in the air, but this was worth investigating. 'Can't be that bad...' he thought to himself, not even sure at this point exactly where he was heading. Not the best thing to be doing in this weather, but he'd live.

He only stopped as another pae came into view: a brilliantly-blue angel girl who appeared to be about the same age as him. Honestly, this was one of the first times Malek could admit he ever felt such emotions. But... Those curves... Those contrasting ivory wings... That flowing hair...

Nope.

Turning around, he did what he did best: silently try to return to the background. At the moment, however, he was feeling rather awkward in his retreat and was not quite as quiet as he would have liked.

Conrad The Mighty