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Post by Braelyn Willowmist on Dec 1, 2017 12:49:51 GMT
Small, bare feet trod on the earth, leaving a glimmer, a shadow, of foot steps in the humus beneath beds of mushrooms and fallen leaves. The fairy leaving them knew better than to tread heavily in this region of the Sakari Wildes so close to the Mere en Watervalle. The ground was perpetually saturated from the lakes and waterfall spray; one could easily become ensnared in the thick mud. Boots were more often victims than feet. This was the reason, coupled with the fact that Braelyn detested confining her feet, she chose to meander barefoot. She inhaled deeply, smelling the sickly, sweet aroma of decaying forest surrounding her, peppered with the gentle perfume of the water fall ahead of her.
T'was that time of year again when Braelyn forced herself to pick herself up by her boot straps and against all better judgment, leave her beloved Niwetri Forest behind her in search of a myriad of medicinal herbs not native to her small piece of the world. Many a time she had been advised to simply wait for a traveler, a peddler of goods, to deliver her herbs to her, however, not only was Braelyn always sufficiently disappointed in the quality of the herbs offered but she was too impatient to simply wait for an outsider to drift into the heart of the Dryhtwood Forest into the Fae lands. And so, two days prior she bid the infirmary, Gwenyth, and Lady Amalthea temporary adieu. She anticipated that she would be gone for a fortnight, if not at least a month for the final destination on her journey was the far reaches of the Astricus Desert where she would find the most important item on her herb list: Ashwagandha. Among the plant's many uses perhaps the most poignant was its use as a sedative. Braelyn favored the plant for this reason, though getting the dosage right was a challenge of measurements and an exact science. She relished the challenge and the mental stimulation working with a toxic plant as medicine allowed her and thus, she was willing to abandon safety, for a time, to collect the perfect samples. In the past, she had striven to return home with several bulbs or seeds so that she may attempt to grow her own, though she knew well the soil at home would not allow ample growth.
Lost in excited thoughts of perfect samples of Ashwagandha, Braelyn forgot to take care to step lightly. One of her feet squelched in the thick mud below her, usually a welcomed, warm feeling, in this moment it startled her, jolting the uncoordinated fae quickly toward into the ground. In an attempt to save herself, she planted her other foot down only realizing after her other foot squelched as well how foolish it was. She sighed heavily and attempted to pull her feet out. She successfully freed one foot and was ungracefully balancing on the other, teetering in slow motion whilst trying to figure out how to free her other foot without placing the other back into the mud. To aid concentration, she had stuck her tongue out and to the side, biting it gently. "Hmmm...." Looking up, she spied a vine. "Aha!" She stretched up to clasp the vine, pulling herself up and out of the mud. Right when her toes were clearing the goop and she was beginning to remember that she had the ability to fly herself out this entire time, the vine snapped, jettisoning Braelyn straight into the muddy shores of one of the great lakes. She wallowed in the mud a moment, internally signing at her own stupidity before this time, utilizing her wings to be free.
Once in the air, she looked down at herself, head to toe covered in brown. "This is what I get for wearing white, I suppose," she muttered, gently pushing off any excess mud from her clothing and her face that she could. "At least I've made it to the lake." This was of course, her first stop. Though, she had intended on collecting sage before bathing, the sage would have to wait. Hovering, she looked about for a rock to lay her clothes and satchel on while she rinsed off the forest floor from her flesh.
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Post by Enzo Chance on Dec 2, 2017 2:11:17 GMT
Mud had to be a horse's worst enemy. The animal was stuck as it vacuumed his legs and sealed. Hopping off of the trusty steed he tugged on him to help push him forwards. The horse's nose flared as he huffed and puffed unable to see what was below him and obviously feeling completely insecure. It was hard to reason with an animal but he was doing his best to try and reason with him that the mud was not a monster trying to eat him alive. Finally working the animal to lift his leg, it was one step, then two steps, and soon he was moving freely until they reach the other side of the bank on a bit more solid ground. The grey gelding had his ears pricked forward and his tail swishing behind him a little irritated as he chewed on the bit. ”Well it's not my fault you ran blindly.” he grunted tossing the reigns back over his head and letting it dangle on his neck. The ground wasn’t as solid as the mud pit they had just escaped but at least they weren’t sinking down to their knees now. Since his sister was out of town gallivanting with whomever -- Enzo still had to make means meet. So he picked up jobs here and there that were either working other ranchers horses, finding the ones who escape, or even some laborer work. This job was one of those search and rescues. One of the richer ranchers not bothering going out looking for his prized steed for himself he sent someone else to go do it.
Unfortunately, there was still the touch of distrust there as well. Luckily his sisters weight in the horse community had helped clear up issues he had. Slowly but surely he was getting accepted to be doing jobs again. Besides the little she-wolf was being behaved and even was trying to do herself right as well --- as long as that mate of hers steers clear for awhile Branwen could easily return to her sweet self.
Glancing down at himself covered in mud as well as the horse he knew they both had to get washed off before treading back to the ranch. Sounds of rushing water were clear signs some water was close by and so grabbing the reins up close to the bottom of the geldings chin he started to lead him through the brush and trees.
He saw the water first. Trails of it tricked down bits of rock into the lake which laid out placid and calm with cool clean water. He was eager to get this mud off and upon getting closer he took note that someone else had the same idea except she was fairing a little worse than he or other horse. She hung up by a vine clearly attempting to stay away from any more mud. ”clear landing right there, ma’am.” he called pointing off to the right of her. ”It's still a little muddy but it's not enough to suck you back in.” Seem this place had a severe flooding for it to be so muddy like it was or maybe that was just how it was here. Tugging the horse he moved a little closer ”Or you can just slide down on to the back of the horse and we can walk you over there.” he pointed to a bit more of a stony ledge off of the muddied ground. He was muddy as it were no point in crying about it now when he would get washed off in a few minutes or so. Awaiting to see what she wanted to do, he stood patiently. Braelyn Willowmist
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Post by Braelyn Willowmist on Dec 4, 2017 2:27:49 GMT
The almost disgusting sensation of thick mud trickling down her fingers and sloshing in all of her nooks and crannies made the fairy smirk and internally guffaw at herself. Braelyn always had a way of ending up the butt of every joke, even the non existent ones. She was perhaps the answer to the age old question, if a tree falls in a forest and no one is around to hear it, does it make a sound? Well, even when no one was around to see it, Braelyn was making a fool of herself. All she could do was giggle at herself and return closer to the ground, one with her dirtied fate until disrobing by the lake.
A voice rung out to her across the forest, garbled sounds as her ears immediately turned red with embarrassment. So she was not the answer to the question at all, rather, she fell and was covered in gunk only so that someone could marvel at her own stupidity, lack of coordination and common sense in the situation at hand. She blinked slowly a few times as she turned her head towards the direction of the words. She honestly had not been expecting to be accompanied here though, this was a common haunt for merfolk. Across the way, her blue eyes finally landed on a man and his horse. His words finally became coherent in her mind. He was offering her assistance. Mild shock forced her head to cock sideways in disbelief. It was not often she encountered those willing to help a stranger, at least not outside of the fae she had become familiar with.
Braelyn licked her lips before replying to the man, a bad choice, for it had her immediately spitting out dirt and a decaying leaf. "Lord, I am a mess today," she mumbled. "Ah, thank you for the offer but I wouldn't want to muddy your gallant stead any further, though I will take respite on that stone patch," she nodded to it as she mentioned it. She offered a weak smile, knowing it would stand out beneath the brown that surrounded her white teeth before her aqua and purple wings began to flutter quickly and silently, lifting her slightly higher and towards the stones. She landed slowly with extra care in an attempt to keep up the mirage of fairy grace. She took a step forward once she had landed, leaving little foot prints that she swiftly covered with a little butt print. Braelyn plopped herself down onto the stone, criss cross applesauce and eyed the man and the horse, her unexpected companions, feeling small and exposed. Consistently, the fairy forgot how small she was outside of the Niwetri Forest where she was one of the taller fairies.The man in the mud seemed kind enough, but she would allow the situation to commence before feeling safe or passing judgment on his character.
"Thank you for pointing this patch out," she paused, unsure of what to say but unwillingly to allow an awkward silence to fall upon them, he had no doubt already witnessed enough of her awkward behavior for the day. She gestured towards his horse, "why attempt to travel this waterlogged area on horseback? It's notorious for flooding this close to the lakes." Her eyes watched his every movement, but her face remained calm and kind. She did not trust easily, though it was in nature to be kind to all that crossed her path.
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Post by Enzo Chance on Dec 4, 2017 14:30:39 GMT
He stared upward at the same lithe woman clinging to the vine. She seemed completely perplexed as to where, why, and how he was there. Enzo, however, kept a genuine curious expression on his face to remain open and friendly. Kindness was a very foreign thing in these lands nowadays but luckily for her, his wasn’t an act. He is as you see him. An honest hard working man just trying to make a living doing what he could. Sometimes though he did wish there was a mean bone in his body as it would keep most others away when he didn’t want to deal with them. He thought didn’t truly have it in him unless warranted. Green eyes watched as dirt seemed to dart out from her mouth as she spoke and he did his best to not snicker. ”I don’t think mud has much of a nutrient value.” he teased before glancing back at the muddy horse and shrugged. ”not mine. Besides we will be getting cleaned up shortly.” Those words probably hinted at something more malicious such as him stealing the horse but that was hardly the case. He was by no means a thief even if he had a rumor roaming around amongst the ranchers stating otherwise.
To his surprise though she was no ordinary girl. Beautiful wings fluttered playfully behind her as they lifted her small frame up and over towards the rocks he pointed out. He didn’t hide the shocked expression on his face, actually, he wasn’t even aware he was doing it.
Tugging on the reigns of the horse he pulled the gelding towards the rocks. ”Hey not a problem. You seemed you were having a bit of bad luck.” She was after all nearly covered head to toe unlike him or the horse. Her next question had him looking a little dumbfounded for a moment before blinking back to reality. ”Riding? Oh, I wasn’t riding. I was looking for this horse. He got loose from a nearby ranch and I was sent to look for him. WHy he wandered out here is beyond me.” considering the horse didn’t seem to like the mud all that much it seemed like a silly decision to get lost out here anyway. The immortal then arched a brow. ”And I suppose you have a better reason for being out here?” Seemed a little silly since she could have flown over the muddy parts and avoid getting covered but he was curious at her answer. ”If you don’t mind sharing that is.”
He moved towards the water tugging the horse with him hopefully aiming to get his legs and underbelly washed off.
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Post by Braelyn Willowmist on Dec 4, 2017 23:05:05 GMT
Her ears reddened again as he commented about the mud she had spit out. Her eyes turned to slits for a moment, mildly annoyed at her own embarrassment. She had no reason to feel shame for her klutzy behavior. This man was a stranger, one she had never met before, and one she would likely never see again. "Besides, clearly dirt has some nutritional value in the grand scheme of things since it brings plants and the vegetables we eat to fruition, maybe I was just trying to cut out the middle man and get the pure nutrients," her cheeks immediately matched the color of her ears as she clasped a hand over her mouth, realizing that something she meant to keep inside her head had escaped as audible speech. She was not normally so snarky with others, but she was also not used to be around people in the forest. Braelyn typically took pains to keep to herself and talking out loud in her own forest was a perfectly normal way for her to reason with her own thoughts. She forced an apologetic smile as she scratched her head lightly. "I'm sorry, that was cheeky, I suppose the mud has me in somewhat of a foul mood."
She regarded his shock as her wings were revealed with mild confusion. Had he not seen them moments before? Clearly he had seen her struggling and finally having the common sense to remove herself from the mud by flight. Perhaps the wings had blended in with her surroundings and her low hover had concealed the fact that she was not touching the ground. But, more importantly, had she been able to pass for human? An interesting thought indeed, though she supposed the idea was not within the realm of impossibility. However, from what she knew of humans, they did not allow young women to tread so far out alone outside of the borders of their lands.
So, he was simply retrieving his horse, not seeking refuge in the wonder that the Sakari Wildes offered. Blinking a few times, she looked at him, shocked he really didn't know why the horse would come this way. She pointed to the left at a large patch of sage next to a fair amount of wild onions. "This area may be prone to flooding, but the flooding allows for some of the most fertile soil around. The best herbs and produce come from the shores of the great lakes. He was without doubt coming for the food." Braelyn removed her satchel and pulled out a decently sized silk drawstring pouch, the kind most would use to carry coins. Standing up quickly, she zipped over to the patch she had pointed at and found herself immersed in mud again. Seems she would be collecting her sage before she bathed after all. However, before she began clipped pieces of sage, she plunged her hand into the ground and retrieved an onion, quickly wiping it from the mud that peppered it's off white surface, she tossed it to the man. "For the horse, so his escape wasn't in vain," she smirked. She could appreciate the beast's need for freedom, she too could not stay in captivity for long. She didn't even sleep inside of her own home for a pure disdain for feeling confined.
"I'm out here for this, the sage. I'm collecting herbs from across Oedir." Her gaze had fallen back down to the sage she was actively collecting, weeding through the more imperfect portions. "You must be a trustworthy man if someone asked you to retrieve a horse with complete faith you wouldn't take it for yourself."
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Post by Enzo Chance on Dec 5, 2017 0:05:44 GMT
Her wings weren’t the first thing he noticed primarily because he wasn’t ‘checking her out’. If anything he was more focused on the fact that this girl was hanging from a vine covered in mind. It must have been an oops on his part. At her words, though he didn’t find them as an insult more or less a simple reminder that plants needed dirt to thrive in. How else would they grow? Ah, but where she was wrong was dirt alone was not nutritional. Things needed to be added to it in order for it to be at all the perfect environment for a plant to flourish in. Right after the comment had left her mouth though he was going to brush it off she apologized. His green eyes were bright with amusement. ”No, no. You are right. I suppose if you look at it in an ‘outside of the box’ manner.” He didn’t mind the mischievous cheeky mannerisms of the fairy. He kind of welcomed it. It was better than the polite maids who wilted like flowers beneath the gaze of a man who may be a prospect... Some women were far too typical for his liking. He scratched his chin though leaving a bit of the mud that had been on his fingers now on the skin. ”though I don’t think sinking mud would be an ideal spot for any plant life.” he glanced towards the large flooded, mud hole the three of them just escaped.
Of course, he didn’t realize that the sage was close by nor did he really think about it. It truly did make sense. ”Huh..” with that the fairy was making her way to the steed who was standing still just toeing the water with the tips of his hooves. He munched happily though at the treat she had given him, his ears twitching with delight, and tail swooshing behind him sounding like wet strings hitting cement when it connected with his body. ”Ah yes, wouldn’t want him to be sour on getting nothing for his hard work.” Must have been hard work for the horse to gather enough speed to hoist himself up and over the rather tall fencing. Her next question though caused him to simply give a small shrug. ”I’m well known among the horse community. I am technically a horse trainer but I suppose horse fetcher would be under that title too.” He snorted to himself as he tugged the reigns the horse pulling back for a moment before giving up and letting his body whoosh down into the water. ”If I want to keep my job I should probably not go around screwing it up stealing horses, hm?” He said.
If he were to make a living off of what he did he had better not soil his name again, right? He already had that happen and having each and every rancher crossed cities turn him away was disheartening…. All because a she-wolf got a little too close. Branwen sure did cause him trouble. ”Any particular reason sage is your pick of poison?” Why just sage? Or was it just sage in this particular region. Or maybe it wasn’t just sage she did say herbs after all. ”A healer of some kind? Or you trying to dabble in some witchery and create potions.” Wild imagination, sure, but it was better than being dull.
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Post by Braelyn Willowmist on Dec 5, 2017 0:53:36 GMT
A genuine smile crept across her face. He was humoring her despite her saying something so obviously idiotic in regards to dirt being in any way nutritional to her. She may be a self considered spirit of nature, but she was, after all, made of flesh not stems, leaves, or roots. Her stomach needed completely different sustenance to thrive. "It's not so much out of the box as much as it is me revealing my greatest wish by saying something foolish," she giggled slightly. "I would so much rather be a flower than a fairy." She thumbed the lily of the valley hanging from her neck, a beautiful, poisonous flower, small but deadly if the afflicted is not treated soon enough. She liked to think she was like the lily of the valley, though her deadly days were far behind her. She did not wield weapons anymore.
Braelyn shrugged, tossing a few more pieces of sage into her bursting cloth pouch before pulling it closed. "Some plants thrive in inundation. Same with people, I've noticed. Some thrive under pressure while others wilt." She began to feel her guard drop organically. The unnamed man seemed to be no threat to her. It was her experience that those who worked closely with animals or plants were of a like mind and the cliche saying came to mind, birds of a feather flock together. While she was not necessarily intending to add him to her metaphorical flock, she saw no reason not to enjoy their little chat while it was happening. The conversation wasn't painful nor was she in any particular hurry. Her expedition was time sensitive only because she wished to return to her beloved pets, not because anyone actually needed her back. That being said, she decided to indulge in this opportunity for some form of a social hour since she rarely allowed herself the time to get to know someone new.
"What brought you to training horses? A general love of the animal or necessity?" Braelyn knew she inadvertently had a habit of talking too much about herself, so she made a conscious effort now to ask questions about her conversational partner. She was a fairy of carefully picked words, but many words. Today, she would attempt to listen as well.
"Sage from this area is particularly potent. I grow some at home, but it's never as good as this," she said as she held up the pouch, sniffing it before tossing it haphazardly into her satchel back on the stone. The smell of sage was by far one of the most glorious scents in the world, with the power to banish negativity and ward off evil entities, it was a powerhouse herb. Being an apothecary, his humorous accusation of witchcraft was not so far fetched. Braelyn laughed with her whole body. When she lived with Percivale among men, there were many who accused the two of witchcraft as they created decoctions and tinctures with a variety of dried herbs hanging around them. "I sometimes like to think it's witchcraft, what I do. It's more fun to think of it as magic, sometimes. I am an apothecary, I work under the head healer."
The mud coating her clothing and skin began to harden, creating an entirely new sensation. She felt like a pig, not dirty, just a mud covered swine trying to cool off. With her sage collected, she finally stepped into the cool lake, wading in to ankle depth to feel out the temperature before flying up a bit to dive into the water slightly further out. She remained below the water's surface for a moment, aggressively scrubbing at her face. Eventually, she popped up, breaking the calm surface. She could feel the mud drifting off of her and floating away. With only her head and a portion of her shoulders exposed above the water, she smiled and winked over at her companion. "So this is what my face really looks like," she snickered, "My name is Braelyn, by the way." She had decided that her social hour should include a formal introduction at this point.
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Post by Enzo Chance on Dec 5, 2017 14:25:56 GMT
”A flower, huh?” He looked at her teasingly for a moment before snickering. ”Yeah being stuck in one place and picked when unwarranted sounds like a lot of fun. Do you know how short a plants life could be? Why live so short in one place when you could go on adventures, meet new people, find love, have harrowing battles.” In his opinion a plant that couldn’t talk or mingle with other plants like people could that sounded boring. ”But then again you wouldn’t have to worry about things like money, housing, food….” He supposed there were pros and cons but he also thought the cons may outweigh the pros. He, of course, knew what she was talking about she what the beauty as well as the deadly. His eyes lingered as she fiddled with the tiny flower she had on her necklace. ”Anyone can be dangerous. You don’t have to be an outright murderer in order to strike fear into people. Truthfully it’s the one who doesn’t look dangerous are the most lethal of all.” he winked at her. Just because she was small didn’t mean she couldn’t somehow knock him on his ass and give him a run for his money. She may not appear to be the type but that didn’t mean she didn’t know some concoction to blow in his face and take off with not only the prized horse next to him, ruin his reputation for a second time, but rob him blind. Her next question though was a little bit of a sour one. Expression falling flat a little bit unintentionally and he started to work the mud off of the horse and himself. ”Horses are just easier to be around. I enjoy their company.” he answered though it wasn’t the full story. His power made it a little difficult to work closely with people. Having a power he could barely control from entering people’s minds, knocking them unconscious or disorienting them without their permission was enough to make him people shy. As long as no touch was involved he was safer that way… Besides animals didn’t have the problems with their brains as people did. ”And it’s what I am good at.”
He listened as she spoke about the area just providing better quality sage and he nodded. It made sense really. Her laughter though caused him to be grinning again. It was a musical type of laugh though he suspected most fairies were like that. Bright, dancing, playful, and mischievous little creatures that seemed to have certain qualities about them that made them stand out or perhaps he was just stereotyping. ”Ah so I was right. You are a witch.” He teased. ”Well it’s okay your secret is safe with me.” Pressing a hand to his heart. ”Horse trainers honor.” it probably didn’t mean much and he knew well she wasn’t a witch but it was fun to play around anyways. Hopefully, she didn’t take offense to it. ”I always found healing interesting. I know how to do some … medical stuff but to be honest my knowledge is rather slim to know.” He could splint, wrap, and knew how to tend to some wounds but as far as actually what plant could do what to ease pain or increase the healing process? Nada.
With that, she lifted into the air and dove into the water. The gelding skittered backward not realizing it was only the fairy diving in and ended up back on the bank. Enzo turned his attention to the horse who had his ears pricked forwards looking alert. Once he heard the soft sound of her rising back to the surface, the immortal turned his attention back to her. ”See you don’t need to be a flower…. Beneath all that mud you already are one.” He grinned playfully. ”Pleasure Braelyn. I’m Enzo. I suppose I probably should have started with that first, huh.” He just gets caught up in conversation and sometimes forgets that names would be helpful once it moved passed the hellos and the how are yous. A name was way better than being called ‘hey you’.
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Post by Braelyn Willowmist on Dec 7, 2017 4:07:33 GMT
Until this point in their conversation, Braelyn had not entirely been herself. She was considerably more friendly and for lack of a better word, bubbly, than she had been previously. She chalked it up to travel induced trepidation of strangers and deviances from her itinerary. It was as though the water had rejuvenated her spirit and washed away her consternation at both her unexpected trip in the mud and the man poking fun at her, kindly, and gently, but poking fun at her nonetheless. In a way, she appreciated his readiness to prod at her. She preferred candor and transparency in her life as well as her periphery. It made things on the whole easier. She didn't need to use too much mental energy in order to read someone who laid everything out on the table as he was. He seemed to be the type to wear his heart on his sleeve, his intentions written in bold, large print for all the world to read. She liked the energy he emitted, a very safe aura.
"True, to be a flower would be to yield one's fate to those larger and more mobile than you, but to be picked would be to bring joy to someone else through the beauty you behold. I have yet to meet a woman who is not dazzled by the gift of flowers," she smiled, weaving her words together well as she always did. She knew her way of speaking was much more formal than most in Oedir, and she preferred it that way. She enjoyed sounded as articulate and intelligent as she truly was and she refused to hide her intellect. In fact, she was almost boastful with it, flaunting her vocabulary and philosophical thought-process. To be honest, she preferred to speak in this way in order to blind people to how often she was actually anxious or the fact that while on the surface she was completely keeping her cool, beneath it all, she was a shivering mess, perpetually concerned that someone would see through her charade. She performed well one on one, and exceptionally well in crowds, but the better her performance, the more her anxiety was actually burning through her veins. However, here, she was not shaking from her nerves or acting. In this moment, she was just a fairy in the woods, talking to a man and the conversation was surprisingly stimulating.
"Mm, yes. Anyone can be dangerous. You don't look dangerous, is that your way of hinting to me that you are secretly an assassin?" Braelyn was teasing, but she forced her face to go stone cold serious. The tide had changed, it was her turn to poke fun of him. Unfortunately, her poker face was failing and the glimmer of a grin poked through, followed by a small giggle she stifled by coughing. "Must be...more....mud?" Her face contorted with the lie.
She watched his face fall slightly as she asked about why he choose to work with horses. This was the first moment since they had met that it seemed he was trying to conceal something. Yes, he admitted to it being easier than being around people and that he was skilled with the beasts, but there was clearly more to the story. Her eyes squinted, scouring his facial expressions for hints. For some reason, she had an extreme interest in his back story. She wavered for a moment, wondering if it was wise to pry, but, as was aforementioned, she would probably never see him again and if she wanted to know, now was the time. "Forgive me for asking, but I'm quite curious. Why is it easier to deal with horses? I sense a...sadness, perhaps, in your words." She paused, looking him over again. "Of course, you have no obligation to answer me, you can dodge my question entirely and I will understand. But, I would be lying if I said I wouldn't be pondering at your backstory when we leave here today."
"To be honest, medicine and healing aren't that difficult to learn. It's just certain things that require some level of finesse." She saw the horse was startled from her sudden dive into the water. "My apologies for startling the horse." She had just finished apologizing when he commented on her already being a flower. She felt heat rise to her cheeks and her heartbeat quicken. She was not used to receiving compliments on her appearance, at least, not since her time as a slave during the war. For most of their conversation, she had held his gaze, but now, she turned away, unable to properly accept his calling her a flower. "Thank you, though I tend to disagree with your opinion. The pleasure is mine, Enzo. It's fine, I suppose we were both too preoccupied until now for proper introductions."
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Post by Enzo Chance on Dec 9, 2017 1:23:25 GMT
She was so philosophical about the way she looked at things. Here he was thinking of the pros and cons and she completely shattered that image entirely. A flowers life had such a bigger role. Not only could it be used for just pure happiness for the short-lived beauty if could give but the leaves, petals, and stem could hold more weight with helping cure. ”Women and flowers. Got it.” He passed her a small smile. He never really tried giving a lady a flower, of course, all of who he had been interested in had friend-zoned him. He supposed he was better off a friend than a lover but it also worked in his favor. It meant he didn’t have to touch them and knock them for a loop while doing so because it got awful awkward when he couldn’t hold eye contact. He tipped his head when she spoke once more. Huh, he didn’t think of it that way. ”Touche.” he said. ”But fortunately for you, I am nothing more than just a lone horse trainer retrieving a lost spooked horse.” He took a glance at the horse standing on the bank who had since calmed down, swishing his tail idly back and forth as his skin jumped and shifted twitching whatever might be on him off.
The conversation had slipped a direction he didn’t entirely mean it too. She like most have caught on to his unease about his job when he was asked why. Sure the pay wasn’t all that grand but at least he wasn’t hurting people or himself for that matter. She, of course, allowed her curiosity get the better of her and pushed a little. He hesitated and licked his lips. Shifting his weight on his feet he quietly exhaled. This could go one of a couple of ways that he had already encountered. One: she could be totally interested and try it for herself. Two: Think he is lying and touch him just to see. The problem wasn’t it happening, the problem was that out of those two simple options one was with permission which would, of course, affect both of them but not as deep and the other was without permission and would zap the shit out of both of them.
His hesitation was clear but he decided to just go with it. ”Well it’s my power that makes it difficult.” He shifted again a bit unconfortable but ultimately he gripped his gumption and pushed through. ” It’s memory manipulation. I can enter a person’s mind and take memories or repair them. However I have to have the person’s permission otherwise I will just knock them and or myself on the ass.” He scrunched his nose a little and rubbed at his arm idly. ”It becomes a little difficult working close with people is all. I don’t really like invading their heads accidentally. So I just work with horses. I can’t enter their heads.
There was a wave of relief though when the conversation turned from him and onto the horse. He glanced at the calmed Equine now and shrugged a shoulder. ”As long as he doesn’t run again, we should be fine. I really don’t want to trek back there through the mud again.” At least here along the water there was sturdy enough ground they could steadily make there way around it and not get stuck in it again. Finesse though was definitely not something he had. He was basic all around. Though much like him she turned a little shier when he had complimented. ”I meant no harm by it.” he said. ”Sorry. If I made you uncomfortable.” OOC:This post feels jumbly. Sorry lol. My head is foggy.
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Post by Braelyn Willowmist on Dec 10, 2017 5:04:46 GMT
Light had found its way onto the water right in front of Braelyn's face, it was reflecting up in such a way that momentarily blinded the fairy, but illuminated her cheek bones so that they almost seemed to be diamonds, refracting the sun's rays back at the water. This dance of light piroutted around her head and collar bones for a few minutes whilst she attempted to block the light from her eyes with her hand before finally giving in, diving back under the water, and swimming to shore. She returned to the stone her satchel was resting on, now filled with sage. At least she could check one stop and one herb off her list of things to do over the course of the next few weeks. She signed heavily, her whole body seeming to loosen from the release of her exhale as she climbed up onto the stone and immediately sat, crossing her legs one over the other in order to begin wringing out her skirt. She was mildly annoyed that she was having to do this. She had been excited to bathe in the nude here, but with Enzo in the vicinity, it just was not proper.
His words pricked her ears, ricocheting around her eardrums before landing, finally being processed by her slower than normal auditory system. He claimed to have the ability to manipulate memory, even wipe it clean. What was the last bit he had mentioned? Repairing memories? This portion of his speech confused her slightly, why would memories require repairing? Her hands naturally found their way to her head, one hand resting on each temple as if to touch her own memories. This brought so much of her own recollection under fire. What if someone had already been in her head, changing things around, feng shu-ing her most cherished memories? How would she even know? She wouldn't. However, hearing him say he needed permission in order to complete this feat settled her crazed mind. It was so deeply frustrating that her brain would do that to her, take a few statements and rapidly ask questions for every scenario before the other person had even finished talking.
Braelyn finally looked back at Enzo, one eye slightly closed, her brow above it furrowed, her face deeply pensive. In this moment, before the moment became too long and ultimately a reason to ask about the quality of her mental health, she had to decide which questions she could ask and how to ask them in order to collect the most information from him. Eventually, she realized her mouth was already moving, asking questions out loud before she had time to check them, "What do you mean you get thrown on your ass? How strange to have an ability with so much power but have the drawback of needing permission. And it doesn't work on horses? So, if I were to touch you, knowing that you would have the ability to enter my mind, would it work, or would we both be thrown backwards? What is it like inside someone else's mind? Is it like walking through a wood, or is it just a feeling? And, hah, nothing but a lone horse trainer. You are clearly so much more than that, good sir. Perhaps you are dangerous, after all. Curiouser and curiouser." Her eyes went wide and she bit her lip, her short rampage of questions finally coming to and end. "I'm sorry, it's just, fascinating. I don't usually talk to people about the magic they have, it was instilled in me at a young age that one shouldn't ask."
She began to wring out her clothing once more, throwing all of her energy into it to release the fabric of the bulk of the water. Her hair dripped down her neck, tickling her. Braelyn whipped her head to the side, sending the drops cascading down her neck away and into the mud beside her. Her cheeks just as red as they had been a moment ago, embarrassed still by his compliment and her forwardness. "No harm taken, I'm just not used to having people say favorable things about me anymore. It was kind, truly."
ooc: my head is also foggy af right now, so a foggy head post for a foggy head post. Please let me know if anything doesn't make sense lol
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Post by Enzo Chance on Dec 15, 2017 0:15:54 GMT
The wheels were cycling in her head. She had more questions piled into other questions. He knew he should have kept his mouth shut and left it alone but what else could he have said? At the moment the truth seemed like the easiest. She seemed to be fighting with herself until finally allowing them to finally come out. It was a bunch at once and he tried to keep up with all of them. ”I don’t mean being thrown back literally… I just mean that you lose consciousness.” he said. ”Say if I accidentally touched you and entered your mind without your consent I would run into your mental block. It would disorient you and me.” it was a tough thing to explain. Most couldn’t really comprehend such a power even existed and to be honest he thought of it more of a curse than a blessing. It also somehow affected his brain as well but he wouldn’t get into that. He supposed it was too strong of a power to really be in one person. He shook his head no on the horse question. ”animals, true animals, no it doesn’t affect them. However shifters I can still accidentally zap them.” At her next question he was nodding his head. ”If you consciously do no let me in then yes however if you do then I can see all of your memories displayed out in front of me like a video.” He said. ”It’s like having the ability to control time going forward and backward. I'm there in the memory. I just can’t interact with anything because you know it already happened. I can change what happened in the memory -- repair… or completely get rid of it which is a little more complicated.” it was like dissecting the entire memory. Shredding it completely from time and existence of the user.
He felt completely awkward like a fish out of water. He knew she was simply curious and curiosity would lead to a question. He rubbed his head though feeling a little overwhelmed and cleared his throat a she apologized and then said she didn’t really talk to people about magic. ”I understand, really.” he gave her a slow smile. ”People just usually end up avoiding me after they learn I can enter their head.” probably because they thought he could hear their thoughts or something which he couldn’t. He could only see and hear the physical manifestations. Not what they were thinking at that point in time. ”I guess no one likes others meddling in their head. huh.” He tried to be a little lighter about the situation.
She made her way to the bank and started to wring herself out. He watched her movements. He was always fascinated at just by watching people and he knew that would probably come off weird but of course but each person was different and women… they were entirely different altogether. The way they moved, walked, talked. It was all special. ”Huh. Well pardon me for asking questions but why?” she didn’t have to answer them, in fact, she could brush it off and he would take the hint but in case there was a chance she would answer he wanted to ask.
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