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Post by empressoftheendless on Mar 12, 2018 22:44:00 GMT -5
It wasn’t as though Nym Valemon was a particularly rude person. In fact, he was typically polite to others in a rather distant way. But he wasn’t always paying attention to his surroundings and often bumped into others, especially when his mind was on a book. He always apologized, but not everyone was so forgiving.
That’s how he ended up here, with a brute of a man who probably was having a bad day hoisting him up by the collar of his shirt. His dark hair flopped forward into his grey eyes as the man shook him. Nym wasn’t a fighter, not like his father, and held his hands up in surrender.
“You really got nothing to say, pretty boy?” the man sneered, eyeing the sapphire earrings in Nym’s ears, “Ya probably can’t even throw a punch.”
“Why would I want to punch you? I ran into you,” Nym said, having resorted to standing on his toes in the man’s grip. He wasn’t tall by any means- just a slight 5’3- and this man had to be 6’0. Above them, a raven circled, cawing out his displeasure. He swooped down occasionally, plucking at the man’s hair.
Nikita wandered out towards Nym and eyed him warily. She'd just come to Dharo for herbs and medicines, to pick up a few herbal brew recipes. But here she was, watching some rude man be a bully. Nikita just couldn't stand for that. It wasn't in her to tolerate it. So she sighed and moved towards the man, poking him sharply in the shoulder. "Hey. Get your hands off of him," She snarled sharply, pushing the brute's shoulder hard, "He just ran into you. He even apologized. Leave him alone!"
She wore her Purple Dusk Jewel on her neck, set in a heavy necklace made from old silver. It didn't have an insignia- it had long since worn off- and just looked heavy and thick. Her Birthright Jewel rested in a ring on her finger, glimmering with inner fire. Though she was only a Healer- only, as if Healers didn't have magic of their own- Nikita was born and raised as a Dea al Mon witch and wouldn't take a bully as a threat. She was pretty sure her Jewels outranked his, but it was always difficult to tell.
the next time she said his name, it sounded like a promise /./ like a lovely caress
Post by empressoftheendless on Mar 12, 2018 22:56:58 GMT -5
Nym’s own Deep Rose Jewel glittered in an earring in the cartilage of his right ear. His Birthright Jewel was also in a ring, but he kept that on a chain instead of on his finger. He blinked and shifted his gaze to the man’s shoulder, where he heard another voice but couldn’t quite see the person who spoke.
The man grunted and swung a glance at Nikita, “This doesn’t concern you.”
"It does concern me when I am a Healer and you're causing attention to a man who did nothing wrong." She flicked her sharp blue eyes up to the man's face and snarled, her lips peeling back from her teeth.
"I am a Dea al Mon witch. Get out of my way. Now."
the next time she said his name, it sounded like a promise /./ like a lovely caress
Post by empressoftheendless on Mar 12, 2018 23:06:30 GMT -5
His attention was drawn to her Jewel and- albeit reluctantly- the man lowered Nym back down to the ground. He grumbled something about ‘damn magic users’ and stepped around Nym.
The raven swooped back down and landed on Nym’s shoulder, poking his beak into his hair. The young man finally got a look at Nikita and he responded to her help with a simple, “Thank you.”
Nikita hushed him gently and walked up to him, patting his chest lightly. She wasn't much shorter than him, maybe half an inch, and smiled at him lightly, "Hello. I'm Nikita. Do you need some help?"
the next time she said his name, it sounded like a promise /./ like a lovely caress
Post by empressoftheendless on Mar 12, 2018 23:16:11 GMT -5
“Well, he really didn’t do much more than shake me,” Nym reached up and stroked the raven’s feathers, calming him, “So nothing to worry about. I’m getting better with healing magic too, so I’ll be fine.”
"That's good," She cocked her head gently, eyeing him warily for a moment, "I suppose I'll leave you be, then. Let me know if you need anything- I'll be around town today. I'm a good Healer, you know. Even for someone with your Jewels."
the next time she said his name, it sounded like a promise /./ like a lovely caress
Post by empressoftheendless on Mar 13, 2018 13:05:13 GMT -5
Reth let out a throaty, quiet caw and nibbled at her fingers. He fluffed himself up and snuggled against Nikita’s head.
“Yes, he really doesn’t take to most men well, except for me,” Nym walked over and held his arm up to the bird. Reth stepped onto his forearm and clapped his wings gently, “I think men were the ones who hurt him. I found him with a broken wing.”
"I could appreciate why he's less than loving towards men," Nikita's nose wrinkled and she reached out, petting the top of the bird's head, "Well, like I said. If either of you two need a Healer, let me know."
the next time she said his name, it sounded like a promise /./ like a lovely caress
"Of course," Nikita nodded back, then turned on her heel and walked towards the other side of the marketplace, where the herbs she needed for healing were sold.
the next time she said his name, it sounded like a promise /./ like a lovely caress
The season in Kaeleer is currently spring. Enjoy the warmer air, the chirping of birds, and the blossoming of flowers. Soon, summer will hit and the heat will encourage all the kindred to be lounging in their territories.