The Lake~ (Arizae)

[fang]

The Calm lake was disturbed by a deep ripple as Cyrus took to it dive bombing from a height above the tree's the splash was huge, whilst he was elf he was diffrent than most, he had White feathery wings, he was skilled in magic and and swords, so he wasnt scared of anything this lake with held from his sight. he raised back his head and opened his eyes, he saw a beautiful sight under the water, fish were swimming flocking around the Island at the lake's center, he was truly happy here cut off from the rest of his kind. he span in the water before raising to the surface and flapped his wings to fly out of the water, being wet he had to land almost immediatly on the island in the center whilst they dried but he relaxed lieing down on the cool grass while his pants and wings dried, he wasnt wearing any shirt or jacket. an X shape was visible from shoulder to hip in almost perfect symmetry.

[Arizae]

Today was a good day. The sun shone brightly, its rays warming her face as the cool water kept her body chill. Turning her head to the side she peered at her fingers as she moved them slowly, with a smile she let them break the surface of the water where she floated. The small circular ripples drifted away, some turning back on themselves as they hit her body. Weightless, she let the water hold her on the surface. Then with a bigger grin she moved her shoulders closer together, across her body, and let herself capsize into the water. From beneath that glassy surface she looked up, holding her breath deep in her chest as the rays pierced the clear water. A few bubbles drifted softly from her noise, and as she turned her head down she spotted fish near the shore of the island. Colorful little ones, duller big ones, every shape color and size. Something she did not expect to find in a lake. Almost like the oceanic fish she had seen when off the coast in Arough’s two years hence. Though these did seem slimmer, smaller, than those ocean fish. Still water did not often harbor such creatures. Perhaps it had something to do with the elven forest so far away, or maybe it was simply the sheer size of the lake.

Her lungs began to feel uncomfortable, and with a slight kick of her feet she moved up to the surface, head back her face broke the surface, long brown hair hanging in a fan like below the surface of the water, hanging straight where it did not. Drawing a deep breath she smiled gently once more, simply enjoying the feel of the sun on her face. In some way, it reminded her of home. She was not far from that place, Du Weldenvarden was not far to the north, and her home was not far from that magnificent forest. The peace of the wild flowed through her bones, and drove the ache of travel away. Then a shadow crossed her face, and she immediately startled. She slowly moved down, until only nose and eyes were above the surface, and nervously glanced for the shape that had crossed the sun. A good ways away she saw a gigantic splash and flash of large white wings as some humanoid figure dove deep into the lake.

Miri panicked, quickly pushing water in front of her with hands and feet as she moved backwards and away from the figure. Her face paled in shock and then she felt herself go red. She could not let him find her, for it had seem to have the shape and form of a man. What a foolish idea it had been to swim away from shore in naught but her skin! This was why her mother chided her and villages hid their children. Silly acts like this. From where she was she could see her clothes on the shore, right where she had left them to dry. Swimming over here had been tiring with those dragging her down. Floating free in the water while letting them dry had seemed a good idea. After all! She had not expected a flying…something to come all the way out here now! Miri had hoped for peace and relaxation alone. Heart racing she swam as quickly as she could while trying to stay as quiet as possible. She did not look behind, did not care to try and find the man, she wanted to get to her good woolen dress as quickly as possible.

Words : 600
Character : Mirimel Keshan (Miri)
Muse : Okay, not my best, little on the short side, it works. New character so I’m getting a feel for it
Interaction : Spotted him, nothing besides that yet, I was thinking he could hear something or she can just continue on safely and stumble on him deeper within the island. PM if you like

[fang]

Cyrus smiled looking into the sky the Sky was peaceful full of stars he stood up and brushed the dust of his pants and shoes. his hair fell around him perfectly to the sides and the back, the hair flowed down to his shoulders and ended in short spiky blond tips. he looked towards the far bank when he turned to face the other bank he saw a blot of pink, him being an Elf it was easy to see that it was a woman, who was despite the water Nude. he shook his head before flapping his wings and floating over towards her, wondering if she had noticed him. he then asked "May i ask why your not wearing any clothes ? it seems silly to not wear clothes at night. My name is Cyrus, Apprentice smith to the Smith Rhunon and an Elf of considerable Smithing ability" He tried to keep his eyes away from her unclothed body as much as he could and suceeded for a while. his wings were flapping in the breeze and most of the time the forest was quiet.

[Arizae]

Had she really drifted that far from shore? Now that she thought of it Miri peered down at her hands for a quick second and noted the wrinkled look to them, perhaps she had been swimming just a bit too long. Even now the sun was dipping low behind the horizon, the last few rays going dim as the stars appeared above twinkling in the dim light. The young woman could not put mind to that fact at the moment. She could see her bundle of clothes there on the shore, but had also picked up a familiar shape coming her way. Panic once more rushed through her veins but there was no way she could beat the winged man to the shore. Gritting her teeth she kept moving towards the bank, but in a rush of wind the winged creature stood between her and her goal. For a moment she glared, furious that she had been beat to the shore.

Then her mind really took in the situation and her cheeks flushed red. She remained in the water, testing the depth now to find that she had been incredibly close. She could stand with her feet on the sandy bottom, and thankfully the water came only to her shoulders, keeping her covered below. However, it was embarrassingly clear water, and she began counting her blessings for the quick onset of night. Last rays of the sun had dimmed, and her eyes had to adjust to the dark. For a few moments her embarrassment kept her silent, and her eyes downcast. As he spoke she tried to look away, but was finally drawn to his face.

Mainly because he was being incredibly rude! She had not expected to run in to anyone at this time of day! Why, she had not believed anyone would be out here in the middle of the lake, much less this strange winged man. Now he had the audacity to simply ask her why she wasn’t wearing anything. As if she simply took pleasure in such a thing, or was acting like some simple girl! Well she wasn’t and she had reason to be out here doing what she was. All the same her face became, perhaps even redder at his words. It would be awkward trying to explain the situation. Maybe she wouldn’t have to explain herself however; it seemed he was already busy with introducing himself. Now that she looked at him…he didn’t look human at all.

Miri had seen elves before, and every time she had been entranced, well, that was until she discovered they were the reason for her dear father’s early demise. Still, she had to try to play this one smart, and she did not blame an entire race simply from the error of one dull headed hunter. He did not look to be a normal elf, this Cyrus. For one he had those wings, with which he could actually fly! The only creatures she knew of that sort were angels, and they were pure myth, as likely to run across them as Nyx! But his ears and the shape of his face was clearly elven, and those violet eyes. Burning brilliant could not be human, for a moment she found herself lost there, but quickly shook her head and recovered. Well he did flat out say it. An elf of considerable smithing ability. Not one for poetry was he? Just let her know who he was and what he did…while standing between her and her dress. Rude blighter.

Smiling very slightly she looked up at him and spoke in a slightly harsh tone, as if chastising a little boy for teasing that cat, “I would say it was an honor to meet you…Apprentice Cyrus…but it would appear your glancing eyes cannot keep themselves occupied elsewhere. If you were a true gentleman you would turn your back so that I might get to my dress and introduce myself as a proper lady might. Or is this how all elves behave when they stumble upon a mere human bathing and drying her clothes?” Perhaps a bit too sharp, she was on the defensive here. Best not making him mad or frustrated or he could simply fly away with her belongings. But elves were not like that were they?

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[fang]

Cyrus smiled slyly as what she said was true his eyes were glancing around her person she was a pretty thing to be true. he thought to himself "Thats her stance is it ? Well we shall see. " he continued to smile and turned around for her frail mind to be at peace. he folded his wings back on themselfs so they covered his back and from a distance would look like a very very strange shirt. he noticed the stars, beautiful they were shining bright, he was soaked his shoes and pants wet and heavy... he sighed before chanting an undistinguishable (you cant hear) spell under his breath. his shoes and pants where instantly warm as if they had been out on a hot day. he smiled and winced at the sudden loss of energy.

He then Called back over his shoulder "I am not one for poetry Tis true, however i find myself compelled to say that while you may be pretty you are no more Fair than a kitty, and if you were some great Beauty no doubt men would flock to you in earnest. And i never claimed to be a gentleman...Gentle-elf ? man ? elf ? man ? elf ? The name is meaningless anyhow. he chuckled to himself before starting to sing to the flowers making them weave and change their shape and their color, it cost a lot of his strength to sing to flowers and it angered him at how frail they were, the result was a white as snow flower with deep red colored petals.

He he sat down on the dry patch of grass and then continued to say "take the flower or do not, it is your choice if you do however you shall find a friend in me" he was trying to bait the human or he assumed she was human into sitting down next to him. he had no purpose for this he was mearly curious about how and why one such as her had come this far into Du Weldenvarden. his ancesteral home and his Race's Ancesteral home as it would be for years to come unless such a mighty disaster were to occur.

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Words : 300+
Character : Cyrus Locke
Muse : Hm... i have to say im fairly happy with it
Interaction : turned around, sung to plants, offered her a flower. Teased her and revealed he was a spell caster