Sanjah sat, legs crossed, near the pond in the grove of Crescent Reach. The mist of the waterfall filtered through her nostrils and the sound of the splashing water filled her mind with tranquility.
A heavy tome was placed on her lap and her head was bent, studying the pages. She had come a long way in her studies, though she had much further to go before she would become a true Naturewalker.
She reached up and ran her fingers through her dusty blue hair, twisting the ends around her fingertips. There was so much to take in, so much to learn about the magics of nature. She only hoped that she would be worthy enough to learn all the lessons.
((ooc: just trying to do something kind of open ended here, though if Will or any of the other druids would like to come by and do a few "lessons" of sorts and become a mentor-type-person to Sanjah, she would like that very much *grin*))
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She landed at the port in and looked around. Her gaze wandered to the treetop homes of the dragons and rested on the home of Atathus the Red Lord, her dragon sire. She wondered if he knew what had been done, that she had now been touched by Tunare, and rendered into the care and guidance of Venesh instead. He would be angry she thought, and decided to stay clear of the dragons for a little while.
So she turned towards the waterfall in the grove, where she sometimes went for peace and quiet, and found the young Sanjah there. She seemed peaceful, reading her book, and Jetamio was loathe to disturb her. So she skirted around her, a little further round the pool but still within hearing distance. The waters held an allure for Jetamio, who had always loved to swim, and before she knew it she was in her undergarments and dove gracefully into the pool with barely a splash.
So she turned towards the waterfall in the grove, where she sometimes went for peace and quiet, and found the young Sanjah there. She seemed peaceful, reading her book, and Jetamio was loathe to disturb her. So she skirted around her, a little further round the pool but still within hearing distance. The waters held an allure for Jetamio, who had always loved to swim, and before she knew it she was in her undergarments and dove gracefully into the pool with barely a splash.
The druid sighed with relief as he walked out of the small building containing the portal book into the gentle sunshine of Quellious's sacred
plane. It had been a long day, starting early in the morning with tutoring students made restless by the coming holidays, and progressing
into a hot afternoon working at the apothecary. Dusk had been casting shadows over the city Will had just left, but in this separate dimension
it was still mid-afternoon. Aparently, Tunare intended his day to be thirty two hours long. Hopefully his newest student would be a pleasure rather then trial, for his normally stoic patience had been worn thin somewhat. Though, the Feir'dal admitted, that he was far more likely to doze off then to lose his temper. Will closed his eyes for a moment, analyzing the various lifeforces bustling around the area. Choosing the one he sought the elf turned and headed towards where a hopefully willing mind awaited.
The plane of Tranquility presented an ironic dichotomy to the knowledgeable observer. Intended by a its creator to be a place to seek inner peace and fulfilment, it had been turned into the forward outpost of an unholy crusade. A point of converge for mortals seeking to make war on their own gods. As always, the compassionate deity of enlightenment withheld her wrath, hoping that these foolish children would eventually see beyond their insatiable arrogance.The fact that Quellious, despite the grim testament of Norath's bloody history, still found reason for such stoic confidence in her children, was enough to give the druid strength to last lifetimes.
Indeed, not all was entropic despair. Just today a couple had come into the apothecary, seeking medical advice for their repeated inability to have children. While clerics and priests could work wonders mending damaged flesh, childbirth and other matters of the natural lifecycle were best left to those who made its understanding their life's path. At a nod from his employer, Gulginx, Will took the husband aside as the shamaness conversed his spouse. Apparently embarrassed at the prospect talking about this subject with a young man who seemed old enough to be his son, the middle-aged patient had tried to use amusing attempts at ambiguity to beat around the bush. A few blunt questions that caused the man to flush a deep shade of red, convinced him that Will, despite his appearance, was not an adolescent in need of a "man to man talk" before dancing with the maidens at the midsummer festival. The froglok and Fier'dal compared notes after the respective examinations, and prescribed a bottle of herbal tablets along with regular exercise to the thankful couple. If all went well, and the husband found time off from work, a healthy human baby would enter the world by Frostfall. That was what had kept Will from despair during his short time in the outside world. Hope was born anew each day, life blossoming eternally in light of coming dawn.
Groups of adventurers, seeking glory and profit in the divine realms, occasionally broke the prevailing calm with their idle chatter, earning sharp looks from savants and diviners who scowled in disapproval at these ruffians who disturbed their meditations. Grinning at the subtle tension of "civilized" society, the druid whispered to the winds toying with his cloak. They answered gleefully to a request in their own tongue and lifted the scholar gently into the air. As he glided through the occasional treetops like a wingless bird Will reached out his hands to soak in the sweet ecstasy of soft leaves caressing his skin. Yes, it had been too long since he visited the lush Faydark. Though it was not his birthplace, the vast forest gave him a peace that could never be gleaned from the marble skyline of New Tanaan.
As he neared the hill on which his soon to be student apparently meditated, the hierophant dismissed the aerial spirit with gesture and drifted slowly to the ground. There was no need for frivolous displays after all. Will ascended the slope, sandals making little noise on the recently wet grass. From the grove to his right came the chortling laughter of a waterfall, drowning out the ambient noise of the plane. The druid reached the summit and observed a young woman, though he had trouble judging the ages non-elves, bearing the telltale patterns of draconic election upon her skin. The drakkin was deep in her tome, the sun glinting off sapphire hair. Will paused, trying to get an unruly mop of his own out of his eyes, and after the light brown mass was somewhat dealt with, cleared his throat as to avoid surprising the lady.
Hello Sanjah.. its me.. Will Sagethorn.. I believe you sent Lady Licinia a request for a teacher?
plane. It had been a long day, starting early in the morning with tutoring students made restless by the coming holidays, and progressing
into a hot afternoon working at the apothecary. Dusk had been casting shadows over the city Will had just left, but in this separate dimension
it was still mid-afternoon. Aparently, Tunare intended his day to be thirty two hours long. Hopefully his newest student would be a pleasure rather then trial, for his normally stoic patience had been worn thin somewhat. Though, the Feir'dal admitted, that he was far more likely to doze off then to lose his temper. Will closed his eyes for a moment, analyzing the various lifeforces bustling around the area. Choosing the one he sought the elf turned and headed towards where a hopefully willing mind awaited.
The plane of Tranquility presented an ironic dichotomy to the knowledgeable observer. Intended by a its creator to be a place to seek inner peace and fulfilment, it had been turned into the forward outpost of an unholy crusade. A point of converge for mortals seeking to make war on their own gods. As always, the compassionate deity of enlightenment withheld her wrath, hoping that these foolish children would eventually see beyond their insatiable arrogance.The fact that Quellious, despite the grim testament of Norath's bloody history, still found reason for such stoic confidence in her children, was enough to give the druid strength to last lifetimes.
Indeed, not all was entropic despair. Just today a couple had come into the apothecary, seeking medical advice for their repeated inability to have children. While clerics and priests could work wonders mending damaged flesh, childbirth and other matters of the natural lifecycle were best left to those who made its understanding their life's path. At a nod from his employer, Gulginx, Will took the husband aside as the shamaness conversed his spouse. Apparently embarrassed at the prospect talking about this subject with a young man who seemed old enough to be his son, the middle-aged patient had tried to use amusing attempts at ambiguity to beat around the bush. A few blunt questions that caused the man to flush a deep shade of red, convinced him that Will, despite his appearance, was not an adolescent in need of a "man to man talk" before dancing with the maidens at the midsummer festival. The froglok and Fier'dal compared notes after the respective examinations, and prescribed a bottle of herbal tablets along with regular exercise to the thankful couple. If all went well, and the husband found time off from work, a healthy human baby would enter the world by Frostfall. That was what had kept Will from despair during his short time in the outside world. Hope was born anew each day, life blossoming eternally in light of coming dawn.
Groups of adventurers, seeking glory and profit in the divine realms, occasionally broke the prevailing calm with their idle chatter, earning sharp looks from savants and diviners who scowled in disapproval at these ruffians who disturbed their meditations. Grinning at the subtle tension of "civilized" society, the druid whispered to the winds toying with his cloak. They answered gleefully to a request in their own tongue and lifted the scholar gently into the air. As he glided through the occasional treetops like a wingless bird Will reached out his hands to soak in the sweet ecstasy of soft leaves caressing his skin. Yes, it had been too long since he visited the lush Faydark. Though it was not his birthplace, the vast forest gave him a peace that could never be gleaned from the marble skyline of New Tanaan.
As he neared the hill on which his soon to be student apparently meditated, the hierophant dismissed the aerial spirit with gesture and drifted slowly to the ground. There was no need for frivolous displays after all. Will ascended the slope, sandals making little noise on the recently wet grass. From the grove to his right came the chortling laughter of a waterfall, drowning out the ambient noise of the plane. The druid reached the summit and observed a young woman, though he had trouble judging the ages non-elves, bearing the telltale patterns of draconic election upon her skin. The drakkin was deep in her tome, the sun glinting off sapphire hair. Will paused, trying to get an unruly mop of his own out of his eyes, and after the light brown mass was somewhat dealt with, cleared his throat as to avoid surprising the lady.
Hello Sanjah.. its me.. Will Sagethorn.. I believe you sent Lady Licinia a request for a teacher?
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She rose to the surface coughing and spluttering, rudely reminded of the fact that she couldn't breath underwater anymore, another skill she would have to relearn. She made her way to the edge and shook her hair dry, pulling her leathers back on. She headed towards Sanjah and froze at the sight of the male. It was the druid that had listened quietly as she conversed with Stormfollower recently, and she wondered if he recognised her. Looking at him now, she was suddenly reminded of the raven from her dream in Plane of Growth, and subconsiously began to wonder how much was dream and how much was reality. She decided to ponder it later, for now she stood awkwardly near the two, near enough that she should greet them.
She heard his words, and looked at him closer. He didn't look very old, but then few Fier'Dal did...she herself had not looked her age when the Dragon touched her. But then, there was also something about him that struck her, but she didn't know what. She was pretty sure he would be better at teaching than she though. Despite her long years, Jet was not the wisest of creatures, often acting on her spontaneous nature and leaving choas in her wake.
Suddenly she made a decision in her mind. She could learn from him perhaps, if he would take her as a student too. She knew the spells, the abilities of druids, but she could learn to put them to better use than she did before. And also, perhaps avoid the same mistakes that had lead to her downfall before. Burying her pride, she spoke.
"Vasha Sanjah" with a slight smile, having met her before, then turned her face to the druid, whose name she realised she didn't know. "I uhm...believe our paths have crossed before, but I didn't learn your name. I am Jetamio..." remembering her last words in that room before "no longer of Infernal Dynasty." She speaks directly to him with this last sentence, her glittering gold eyes meeting his.
She heard his words, and looked at him closer. He didn't look very old, but then few Fier'Dal did...she herself had not looked her age when the Dragon touched her. But then, there was also something about him that struck her, but she didn't know what. She was pretty sure he would be better at teaching than she though. Despite her long years, Jet was not the wisest of creatures, often acting on her spontaneous nature and leaving choas in her wake.
Suddenly she made a decision in her mind. She could learn from him perhaps, if he would take her as a student too. She knew the spells, the abilities of druids, but she could learn to put them to better use than she did before. And also, perhaps avoid the same mistakes that had lead to her downfall before. Burying her pride, she spoke.
"Vasha Sanjah" with a slight smile, having met her before, then turned her face to the druid, whose name she realised she didn't know. "I uhm...believe our paths have crossed before, but I didn't learn your name. I am Jetamio..." remembering her last words in that room before "no longer of Infernal Dynasty." She speaks directly to him with this last sentence, her glittering gold eyes meeting his.
Will started at the woman's sudden appearance, the running water had masked her approach while his attention was focused on Sanjah. As familiar eyes started to meet his, the druid found himself irrationally bringing destructive incantations to his lips. "No longer of the infernal dynasty," his body relaxed at Jetamio's words, surprising him with the intensity of the released muscle tension. The Feir'dal laughed inwardly at his unthinking reaction, as if they could have actually attacked each other in the plane of tranquility. Those shimmering golden disks continued to meet his for a moment, and the young man experienced the strange impression of being slowly encased in warm amber. The elf dropped his eyes, ending the disconcerting staring contest, utterly unable to rationalize why he did so.
Noticing the emerald patterns adorning the newly arrived drakkin's skin, Will felt the last of his suspicion abate. So Tunare had indeed forgiven her, washing away the burning blood of the red dragon with cleansing tears. An otherworldly memory briefly shone in his thoughts, the druid had not forgotten that silent night of awe. If the blessing of his goddess did indeed course through Jetamio's veins then he surely had nothing more to fear. "Saesa omentien lle milady, i am glad we meet again under, as I see, new circumstances. My name in Common is Willowen but please call me Will." The Feir'dal gave a small grin, "as I have grown fond of the human tradition of nicknames." He shifted his weight absently between his feet, curiously waiting for the newcomer to reveal her purpose.
Noticing the emerald patterns adorning the newly arrived drakkin's skin, Will felt the last of his suspicion abate. So Tunare had indeed forgiven her, washing away the burning blood of the red dragon with cleansing tears. An otherworldly memory briefly shone in his thoughts, the druid had not forgotten that silent night of awe. If the blessing of his goddess did indeed course through Jetamio's veins then he surely had nothing more to fear. "Saesa omentien lle milady, i am glad we meet again under, as I see, new circumstances. My name in Common is Willowen but please call me Will." The Feir'dal gave a small grin, "as I have grown fond of the human tradition of nicknames." He shifted his weight absently between his feet, curiously waiting for the newcomer to reveal her purpose.
She tensed as she heard incantations familiar to her, instantly knowing the intent. "No" she said softly, in an almost pleading voice, but then he relaxed. Then he lowered his gaze, which for some reason surprised her. She had always been one for eye contact, a natural trait of hers ever since she was a child, but she never knew why people seemed to find it hard to meet her gaze. But unconciously she had thought he would.
He then seemed to look her over, and a strange look in his eye as though remembering something, before he finally spoke. She smiled upon hearing the Elvish greeting, unbeknown to most as her own native tongue. Then he smiled, and she no longer felt a threat from him. She smiled back. "In a similar fashion, I am called Jet by most." Glancing between Sanjah, then back to him. "I overheard you speak of a teacher... I too could do with a few lessons. It's been a long time since I last wielded druidic magic...well, any magic really, and I....well, I don't want to make the same mistakes I did last time." She goes to meet his eyes again, then remembers his apparant discomfort and averts her gaze as she speaks. "That is of course, if you are willing to take on an old woman with a ... colourful.. past as your student."
He then seemed to look her over, and a strange look in his eye as though remembering something, before he finally spoke. She smiled upon hearing the Elvish greeting, unbeknown to most as her own native tongue. Then he smiled, and she no longer felt a threat from him. She smiled back. "In a similar fashion, I am called Jet by most." Glancing between Sanjah, then back to him. "I overheard you speak of a teacher... I too could do with a few lessons. It's been a long time since I last wielded druidic magic...well, any magic really, and I....well, I don't want to make the same mistakes I did last time." She goes to meet his eyes again, then remembers his apparant discomfort and averts her gaze as she speaks. "That is of course, if you are willing to take on an old woman with a ... colourful.. past as your student."
The golden eyes moved again to meet Will's, only to at the last moment, hesitate and travel elsewhere. Unexplained relief rushed
like a cool river through him, yet, it was mixed with a strange ephemeral aftertaste of disappointment. The Feir'dal felt heat rise up his
neck as he recognized what jocular interpretation his older brother Kael would lend to the confused alchemy of his impressions. Banishing emotional malaise as best he could, the druid considered her words.
An old woman? He would be considered "over the hill" by most humans if they judged merely by chronological criteria. Yet, most treated him as a young man in his late teens or early twenties, as befitted his overall physical and emotional maturity. Although,.. teaching could indeed be quite difficult if the student perceived that they knew as much as the master. He had no way to judge how powerful or knowledgeable Jetamio had been before being chosen by Atathus, and she had shown herself to be a woman of indomitable pride. However, if the drakkin had truly humbled herself enough to ask a younger practitioner to be her tutor, then perhaps she could be taught after all.
I quite willing to instruct you Arwen en amin, however I am currently at Sanjah's disposal. He bowed to the young lady whom, the Feir'dal remembered to his self-chastisement, he had left out of the conversation. What would you prefer mi.., the druid paused, recalling the drakkin's dislike of being addressed in that manner, .. Sanjah?
like a cool river through him, yet, it was mixed with a strange ephemeral aftertaste of disappointment. The Feir'dal felt heat rise up his
neck as he recognized what jocular interpretation his older brother Kael would lend to the confused alchemy of his impressions. Banishing emotional malaise as best he could, the druid considered her words.
An old woman? He would be considered "over the hill" by most humans if they judged merely by chronological criteria. Yet, most treated him as a young man in his late teens or early twenties, as befitted his overall physical and emotional maturity. Although,.. teaching could indeed be quite difficult if the student perceived that they knew as much as the master. He had no way to judge how powerful or knowledgeable Jetamio had been before being chosen by Atathus, and she had shown herself to be a woman of indomitable pride. However, if the drakkin had truly humbled herself enough to ask a younger practitioner to be her tutor, then perhaps she could be taught after all.
I quite willing to instruct you Arwen en amin, however I am currently at Sanjah's disposal. He bowed to the young lady whom, the Feir'dal remembered to his self-chastisement, he had left out of the conversation. What would you prefer mi.., the druid paused, recalling the drakkin's dislike of being addressed in that manner, .. Sanjah?
Jetamio flushed as she realised she had sidetracked him. "Of course." Bowing enough to hide her confused face, she backs off, retreating to the waters edge. He had addressed her as my lady in Elvish, yet could not meet her eyes. She decided there, that out of all the Mothers children, men were definatly the strangest. She never understood them, and most likely never would. She continued along the water's edge, not really having a destination in mind. She was in no rush for tutorage, she could await her turn. She was not unwilling, she was just not demanding. There were other things to with her time until he was ready for her.
The druid restrained a sigh of frustration as Jetamio retreated. He hadn't meant it that....what did..Ro burn him! He had intended to ask Sanjah whether she would be amiable to the other drakkin joining the lessons, but apparently this had somehow not been even near the message communicated. Why did the the gods make women so beyond understanding!? Will closed his eyes for a brief moment, counted to five and buried the current situation, bringing fresh soil to the surface. After cleansing himself of exasperation the Feir'dal turned to Sanjah once more, thankful for a sudden breeze that playfully tossed his cloak and hair in its embrace. "Well Sanjah, how are you this fine morning?"
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((my goodness, sorry I kind of left the RP hanging. Uncle has been in the hospital, so I've not had much time. I'm going to try my best to catch up, though the flow may be off somewhat. lol.))
Sanjah flipped another page in her large book and took a deep breath. The sun was shining warmly on her back though there was enough wind to keep the air comfortable. She stretched out one of her legs as she continued reading about Veeshan and the Nest. Her ancestry was confusing at best, but she tried to absorb all the information, even if it meant she'd need to take time later to process it all.
Her brow furrowed as she sensed another being appear, and she looked up just long enough to see Jetamio dive into the water. Sanjah smiled, thankful for the presence of another after a long morning of being alone with her book.
She decided not to disturb the other Drakkin's swim and flipped another page. She would wait until she surfaced before saying anything.
She had only just immersed herself, again, in her reading when she heard someone clear their throat. She jumped slightly, though she tried to hide it, as she mentally berated herself for letting her guard down.
Hello Sanjah.. its me.. Will Sagethorn.. I believe you sent Lady Licinia a request for a teacher?
She smiled as she recognized Will's voice and turned her head to gaze up at him.
"Good afternoon, Will. I was hoping that I could find a kind soul to take me up as a student. I would be honoured to learn from you."
No sooner than she had stopped speaking, Jetamio emerged from the water and approached them. The green-marked Drakkin was soaking wet, and she seemed to be somewhat afraid of the Fier'dal. Or perhaps it wasn't fear, but something else? Sanjah wasn't entirely sure.
"Vasha, Jetamio!" She said to the girl. She listened as Jet introduced herself to Will, wondering what the Infernal Dynasty thing was all about. Wasn't Infernal Dynasty one of the dark houses? She bit her lower lip and furrowed her brow, realizing that it must have had something to do with Jetamio's past.
Sanjah cocked her head to the side as the two conversed with each other. She had noticed the tensity of Will's demeanor before the Drakkin had denounced her old house. She had also noticed the great relief that had overcome his body at her admission. And why were they staring at each other like that? Something had surely happened between them, between Will and whatever past Jetamio must have had anyway.
The other Drakkin asked Will cautiously about becoming a student of his as well. She wasn't sure if she'd like that idea or not. She desperately wanted to know what had happened that would make them interact in such a manner. She couldn't quite get a reading from either the Drakkin or the Fier'dal. She knew that no one would be able to learn anything if they weren't comfortable around each other, they'd be too worried about saying or doing the wrong thing to pay attention to what was actually going on.
She sighed and bit her lower lip, beginning to get frustrated at the welcome and then being ignored. It seemed to be enough to remind Will that she was, indeed, still sitting in front of him.
I quite willing to instruct you Arwen en amin, however I am currently at Sanjah's disposal. He bowed to the young lady whom, the Feir'dal remembered to his self-chastisement, he had left out of the conversation. What would you prefer mi.., the druid paused, recalling the drakkin's dislike of being addressed in that manner, .. Sanjah?
Arwen en amin? Elvish, she assumed, though she didn't know what it meant. Were they lovers perhaps?
It took her a moment to think of an answer, still not sure of what was going on between the other two. Just as Sanjah opened her mouth to speak, however, Jetamio backed away and began walking along the waters edge.
Okay... maybe not lovers.
Sanjah shook her head slightly as Will's voice brought her back from her thoughts. She looked back up at him and raised an eyebrow as a smirk played across her lips.
"I would be much better if someone could explain to me what in Veeshan's name just happened between you and Jetamio," she said laughing, "I'm not sure whether to be frightened, jealous or just plain curious."
She shut the tome and laid it on the grass next to her, stretching both of her legs out in front of her and leaning back on her arms. Her red and amber eyes were squinted tightly from the sun's bright rays, and the Fier'dal looked like a somewhat heavenly silhouette with stray wisps of hair flying about in the breeze and the sunlight giving an ethereal glow around his figure.
"I wouldn't mind, by the way, if you wish to tutor us both. But I'd be more than willing to selfishly keep you to myself if you are really as uncomfortable around her as you appeared to be in the last five minutes."
Sanjah flipped another page in her large book and took a deep breath. The sun was shining warmly on her back though there was enough wind to keep the air comfortable. She stretched out one of her legs as she continued reading about Veeshan and the Nest. Her ancestry was confusing at best, but she tried to absorb all the information, even if it meant she'd need to take time later to process it all.
Her brow furrowed as she sensed another being appear, and she looked up just long enough to see Jetamio dive into the water. Sanjah smiled, thankful for the presence of another after a long morning of being alone with her book.
She decided not to disturb the other Drakkin's swim and flipped another page. She would wait until she surfaced before saying anything.
She had only just immersed herself, again, in her reading when she heard someone clear their throat. She jumped slightly, though she tried to hide it, as she mentally berated herself for letting her guard down.
Hello Sanjah.. its me.. Will Sagethorn.. I believe you sent Lady Licinia a request for a teacher?
She smiled as she recognized Will's voice and turned her head to gaze up at him.
"Good afternoon, Will. I was hoping that I could find a kind soul to take me up as a student. I would be honoured to learn from you."
No sooner than she had stopped speaking, Jetamio emerged from the water and approached them. The green-marked Drakkin was soaking wet, and she seemed to be somewhat afraid of the Fier'dal. Or perhaps it wasn't fear, but something else? Sanjah wasn't entirely sure.
"Vasha, Jetamio!" She said to the girl. She listened as Jet introduced herself to Will, wondering what the Infernal Dynasty thing was all about. Wasn't Infernal Dynasty one of the dark houses? She bit her lower lip and furrowed her brow, realizing that it must have had something to do with Jetamio's past.
Sanjah cocked her head to the side as the two conversed with each other. She had noticed the tensity of Will's demeanor before the Drakkin had denounced her old house. She had also noticed the great relief that had overcome his body at her admission. And why were they staring at each other like that? Something had surely happened between them, between Will and whatever past Jetamio must have had anyway.
The other Drakkin asked Will cautiously about becoming a student of his as well. She wasn't sure if she'd like that idea or not. She desperately wanted to know what had happened that would make them interact in such a manner. She couldn't quite get a reading from either the Drakkin or the Fier'dal. She knew that no one would be able to learn anything if they weren't comfortable around each other, they'd be too worried about saying or doing the wrong thing to pay attention to what was actually going on.
She sighed and bit her lower lip, beginning to get frustrated at the welcome and then being ignored. It seemed to be enough to remind Will that she was, indeed, still sitting in front of him.
I quite willing to instruct you Arwen en amin, however I am currently at Sanjah's disposal. He bowed to the young lady whom, the Feir'dal remembered to his self-chastisement, he had left out of the conversation. What would you prefer mi.., the druid paused, recalling the drakkin's dislike of being addressed in that manner, .. Sanjah?
Arwen en amin? Elvish, she assumed, though she didn't know what it meant. Were they lovers perhaps?
It took her a moment to think of an answer, still not sure of what was going on between the other two. Just as Sanjah opened her mouth to speak, however, Jetamio backed away and began walking along the waters edge.
Okay... maybe not lovers.
Sanjah shook her head slightly as Will's voice brought her back from her thoughts. She looked back up at him and raised an eyebrow as a smirk played across her lips.
"I would be much better if someone could explain to me what in Veeshan's name just happened between you and Jetamio," she said laughing, "I'm not sure whether to be frightened, jealous or just plain curious."
She shut the tome and laid it on the grass next to her, stretching both of her legs out in front of her and leaning back on her arms. Her red and amber eyes were squinted tightly from the sun's bright rays, and the Fier'dal looked like a somewhat heavenly silhouette with stray wisps of hair flying about in the breeze and the sunlight giving an ethereal glow around his figure.
"I wouldn't mind, by the way, if you wish to tutor us both. But I'd be more than willing to selfishly keep you to myself if you are really as uncomfortable around her as you appeared to be in the last five minutes."
Will flinched inwardly at the drakkin's question, had he really been that obvious? However, she had been watching the entire time and the druid admitted that he was not particularly adept at masking the ebb and flow of his inner monologue. It stemmed from belonging to a culture that had no need of subterfuge or subtle social manipulation, the Feir'dal as a whole preferred inner contentment and spiritual harmony to material ascension. Though in the face of Sanjah's questions, Will found emotional solitude of Koda'dal and human societies momentarily appealing.
With a quiet sigh he sat cross legged at the on soft grass, perching an arm on his knee and resting chin on in palm. Gathering his thoughts like errant carrier pigeons, the druid tried to find some manner of explanation, for himself as much as Sanjah. After a moment the young man began to speak, free hand absently tracing patterns in a small patch of dirt.
"I ..well.. Jetamio came from a society that i have had a tad of trouble with in the past. I thought at first that she might be a um....," the Feirdal paused, "individual.... intent on the continuation of that series of festivities. However, as I am happy to learn, she is no longer of the dynasty and that i no longer have reason for wariness." Will looked up at the drakkin girl and smiled, "It was just me being impulsive, and as usual, reaction without premeditation produces disharmony............that's all. The matter is really in your hands, though I'm not sure where she is at the moment." The druid closed his eyes while he waited for her response, enjoying the fading caress of the breeze and listening to the rustling trees gossip about the news brought upon the winds."
With a quiet sigh he sat cross legged at the on soft grass, perching an arm on his knee and resting chin on in palm. Gathering his thoughts like errant carrier pigeons, the druid tried to find some manner of explanation, for himself as much as Sanjah. After a moment the young man began to speak, free hand absently tracing patterns in a small patch of dirt.
"I ..well.. Jetamio came from a society that i have had a tad of trouble with in the past. I thought at first that she might be a um....," the Feirdal paused, "individual.... intent on the continuation of that series of festivities. However, as I am happy to learn, she is no longer of the dynasty and that i no longer have reason for wariness." Will looked up at the drakkin girl and smiled, "It was just me being impulsive, and as usual, reaction without premeditation produces disharmony............that's all. The matter is really in your hands, though I'm not sure where she is at the moment." The druid closed his eyes while he waited for her response, enjoying the fading caress of the breeze and listening to the rustling trees gossip about the news brought upon the winds."
From the sound of Will's voice during his explination, Sanjah wasn't so sure whether he was trying to convince her that nothing was wrong or himself. She grinned as he smiled at her and she sat up, leaning forward with her elbows resting on her legs.
He mentioned he wasn't sure of Jetamio's whereabouts, and Sanjah merely raised her brows and nodded her head toward the water where the other Drakkin was walking along the shore line.
She reached up to her face and began twisting a lock of her blue hair around her fingertips as she thought of an answer to the proposal.
"As I stated already, I don't really mind either way. You are the mentor, it would be up to you if you wished to take on another student. Would you find it more beneficial to either of us, Jetamio and I, if you took us both on at the same time, or would we learn best if you focused on each of us seperately?"
"While I would welcome the company during lessons, I must admit my own fears. I wish to learn, dear Willowen, and I wouldn't want your teachings to become diluted by the personal... problems... the two of you may or may not have had in the past."
A prideful smile lit up her face, though the expression in her eyes was one seeming of interrogation. She wanted the elf to know she was serious about making such a step in her studies, and while she truly didn't mind having a fellow student (especially that of another dragonkin) she knew the descision would need to be up to him.
The seemingly flippant way that Jetamio had requested his teachings made her weary of such an intrusion, and then adding that to the way her Fier'dal mentor responded only increased her suspicions. But she would not be the one to decide for him; she was, afterall, only the pupil.
He mentioned he wasn't sure of Jetamio's whereabouts, and Sanjah merely raised her brows and nodded her head toward the water where the other Drakkin was walking along the shore line.
She reached up to her face and began twisting a lock of her blue hair around her fingertips as she thought of an answer to the proposal.
"As I stated already, I don't really mind either way. You are the mentor, it would be up to you if you wished to take on another student. Would you find it more beneficial to either of us, Jetamio and I, if you took us both on at the same time, or would we learn best if you focused on each of us seperately?"
"While I would welcome the company during lessons, I must admit my own fears. I wish to learn, dear Willowen, and I wouldn't want your teachings to become diluted by the personal... problems... the two of you may or may not have had in the past."
A prideful smile lit up her face, though the expression in her eyes was one seeming of interrogation. She wanted the elf to know she was serious about making such a step in her studies, and while she truly didn't mind having a fellow student (especially that of another dragonkin) she knew the descision would need to be up to him.
The seemingly flippant way that Jetamio had requested his teachings made her weary of such an intrusion, and then adding that to the way her Fier'dal mentor responded only increased her suspicions. But she would not be the one to decide for him; she was, afterall, only the pupil.
As the drakkin indicated to where Jetamio wandered along to the water's edge the druid felt ready to crawl under a rock with writhing embarrassment. A childish attempt to rationalize avoiding the necessity of coming to a decision had made the Feir'dal appear an idiot. Will had always been told that his weakness was over-thinking situations, being so preoccupied with the ruthless analysis of a problem from every angle that he could not come to an internal consensus of will. Thus over time, the epicurean mindset of procrastination in the face of the agonizing responsibility of leadership had become of his personal vices. Luckily, with teaching the path of logical and systematic progression guided him in choosing the nature and speed of a students leaning process. It was taking charge of any kind of social setting, especially those with complex personality dynamics, that caused the young man to falter, unfortunately this situation wholly qualified. Where was Kalthyn when Will would actually welcome his older brother's over dominant personality and unsolicited taking of initiative.
Feeling Sanjah's eyes on him the druid quickly reviewed the situation, trying to force the scale of his mind to indicate preference to either option, and was as always thwarted by his own indecisive neutrality.Then , as the Feir'dal was about give up in frustration and choose randomly, a subtle shimmer in the nexus of thought attracted his attention. It grew to fruition with a sudden inexplicable rush, like the pleasant shiver that courses through the body as a maiden whispers breathless words into the ear. With the same rush of immediacy the mysterious muse that toyed with his affection of contemplation was gone, vanishing to whatever shinning corner of heaven she deigned to descend from.
Will smiled mischievously at the strange harvest of a notion that had been presented. "I believe we should proceed this way, first we shall review basics together and see what you have learned. Then when you are ready, we shall include Jetamio in a certain....... test... to ascertain and apply the material." Yes, this would be quite an interesting gambit. "What do you think Sanjah?"
Feeling Sanjah's eyes on him the druid quickly reviewed the situation, trying to force the scale of his mind to indicate preference to either option, and was as always thwarted by his own indecisive neutrality.Then , as the Feir'dal was about give up in frustration and choose randomly, a subtle shimmer in the nexus of thought attracted his attention. It grew to fruition with a sudden inexplicable rush, like the pleasant shiver that courses through the body as a maiden whispers breathless words into the ear. With the same rush of immediacy the mysterious muse that toyed with his affection of contemplation was gone, vanishing to whatever shinning corner of heaven she deigned to descend from.
Will smiled mischievously at the strange harvest of a notion that had been presented. "I believe we should proceed this way, first we shall review basics together and see what you have learned. Then when you are ready, we shall include Jetamio in a certain....... test... to ascertain and apply the material." Yes, this would be quite an interesting gambit. "What do you think Sanjah?"
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Sanjah had come to the conclusion that perhaps she would be able to teach her mentor a few things as well. Not that she meant any disrespect towards him, of course, but after watching his facial expression change over the course of her few words she realized that he had an insecurity about him. She wasn't sure if it was purely due to Jetamio or if it was just an integral part of his personality.
The point was simple in her mind; she just wouldn't allow him to pass off the decision making to her. Perhaps, over time, Willowen would become more comfortable in dictating what was needed, or even what he wanted. She smiled to herself inwardly as she thought of how strong the Feir'dal truly would be if he could only win his inner battle of taking initiative.
His facial expression changed again, a mischievous grin playing on his lips. Her brow raised slightly and she returned the smile with a crooked grin of her own. "I believe we should proceed this way, first we shall review basics together and see what you have learned. Then when you are ready, we shall include Sanjah in a certain....... test... to ascertain and apply the material. What do you think Sanjah?"
Crossing her legs underneath her again, she looked into the Feir'dal's eyes and allowed her lopsided grin melt into a full smile.
"It sounds lovely, dear Willowen," she said, a twinge of excitement in her voice. She had become very fond of the Feir'dal during the few times they had met in the past and she was relieved that he was to be her mentor. "When do we start?"
The point was simple in her mind; she just wouldn't allow him to pass off the decision making to her. Perhaps, over time, Willowen would become more comfortable in dictating what was needed, or even what he wanted. She smiled to herself inwardly as she thought of how strong the Feir'dal truly would be if he could only win his inner battle of taking initiative.
His facial expression changed again, a mischievous grin playing on his lips. Her brow raised slightly and she returned the smile with a crooked grin of her own. "I believe we should proceed this way, first we shall review basics together and see what you have learned. Then when you are ready, we shall include Sanjah in a certain....... test... to ascertain and apply the material. What do you think Sanjah?"
Crossing her legs underneath her again, she looked into the Feir'dal's eyes and allowed her lopsided grin melt into a full smile.
"It sounds lovely, dear Willowen," she said, a twinge of excitement in her voice. She had become very fond of the Feir'dal during the few times they had met in the past and she was relieved that he was to be her mentor. "When do we start?"
As the drakkin spoke, Will caught a faint glimmer in her red hued eyes, a inexplicable shimmer of an expression that brought his thoughts to a wary pause. It was gone immediately of course, but it left the young man with the uneasy impression that he was perhaps no longer in complete control of the situation, or those which would follow after. Banishing what were obviously idle fancies of the imagination, the druid brought his attention to bear on Sanjah's question.
With a grin the Feir'dal sat up and closed his eyes, reaching a state of mental and spiritual alignment with a speed born of ruthless practice and study forced upon him since early childhood. Will made a series of quick gestures in the air, echoing each traced symbol with an internally spoken word. Mana poured forth from the elf's body, an invisible flood that coursed though the ethereal constructions crafted from his will, granting meaning and force to invocation. It was really a minor summoning, a paltry trick of innates and apprentices, yet even this minute portion of nature's power rushing through his veins was a sweet ecstasy.
The druid stilled the tide with a thought, reflexively enduring the poignant pain of separation. A leather-bound book covered with sliver runes appeared his hand with a sapphire flash, called from his room in the Lion's Mane inn. Will smiled at his student, green eyes dancing with laughter. "Is now is a good time?"
With a grin the Feir'dal sat up and closed his eyes, reaching a state of mental and spiritual alignment with a speed born of ruthless practice and study forced upon him since early childhood. Will made a series of quick gestures in the air, echoing each traced symbol with an internally spoken word. Mana poured forth from the elf's body, an invisible flood that coursed though the ethereal constructions crafted from his will, granting meaning and force to invocation. It was really a minor summoning, a paltry trick of innates and apprentices, yet even this minute portion of nature's power rushing through his veins was a sweet ecstasy.
The druid stilled the tide with a thought, reflexively enduring the poignant pain of separation. A leather-bound book covered with sliver runes appeared his hand with a sapphire flash, called from his room in the Lion's Mane inn. Will smiled at his student, green eyes dancing with laughter. "Is now is a good time?"