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Post by Nemaisare on May 6, 2007 21:20:25 GMT -5
It was not an overly cold day, though it was miserably wet and rather grey all around. Small drops of water splashed against the rough surface of the lake, the ensuing ripples disappearing almost immediately on the wind scoured surface. Stepping softly beneath the dripping branches, bare feet hardly making a noise, was a dark youth. He was wary, eyes constantly watching for any sign of danger, and he did not leave the shelter of the drooping trees. They were more familiar to him than any other thing he had come across so far and it comforted him to have them about. It did not take long for him to reach the edge, though with each step closer his movements slowed until he was crouching, still, beside the last trunk, one hand resting against it for balance.
There was little point in his going farther and, despite the determination and pressing need that had brought him this far, Kyr was not entirely certain that he wanted to. Then again, if he left now, he would never know what he had missed and this was his best bet for learning things within a time limit, instead of haphazardly over long years. It was that knowledge that settled it, for if he was to be of any help to his people he couldn't hide forever. Shaking his head to settle the numerous braids behind his shoulders, Kyr took a deep breath to steady his nerves, and to consider his options. There were really only two: he could wait here as his instructions had seemed to imply or he could try to cross the lake himself and find out just what he was getting himself into. A closer look at the size of the lake and the strangely frightening boats decided it for him. He would wait here until he was certain no one was coming, patience was a virtue after all.
With a practised motion, Kyr rose from his crouch with a burst of speed, leaping up to catch a low branch and swing himself onto it. From there, he had only to climb nimbly about until he had found a comfortable perch where he was half hidden from view. He did manage to send a lot of water down on his head in the process, but he didnt really mind, he was already as wet as he could get without diving into the lake, a few more drops wouldn't hurt him. Finally, sitting comfortablty upright, with his back against the trunk and his feet braced against separate branches, Kyr relaxed. It wasn't the safest he could be, of course, but it was most assuredly better than nothing.
Within five minutes his eyelids began to droop, the long hours and days of worry and quick travel had taken their toll and his mind demanded rest. His head fell forward to rest, chin on chest, and he was asleep, unaware of the time passing, the storm building strength and the wind beginging to rock the trees around him.
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Post by Nemaisare on May 12, 2007 19:19:19 GMT -5
A clap of thunder started the boy awake, though the rivulets of rain and the swaying tree had already begun to bring him around. His brown eyes were wild with an emotion that was hard to place, though it dissapeared quickly when he remembered where he was. Kyr shivered at the memories brought to life by the dream, wrapping his arms about himself as he tried to relax. Truly, that was a difficult thing to do however, and it took awhile for the tension to ease from his muscles. Unfortunately, that left him to face the cold and he began shivering in earnest as he climbed from the tree. His hand slipped on the soaked bark and he fell, landing with a squelching sound in the mud near the roots.
He hadn't been that far off the ground, so he had managed to keep his feet beneath him, but this certainly wasn't the best of weather conditions to be looking for someone, nor really to be outside at all. Swiping the water from his eyes, Kyr squinting against the driving rain, leaning slightly into the wind to keep himself from being blown backwards by its force. Lightning sliced the grayness close by, half blinding him and leaving sparkling light spots on his vision. Kyr jumped at the crack that followed it, feeling the low rumble in the earth as it answered. The dark youth liked thunderstorms, they were wild and unpredictable, but it was for those same reasons that he never liked being caught out in one without some form of roof over his head.
Cursing himself for ten kinds of fool, he hunkered down beneath the branches, listening to the groaning protests of the old giants around him and he wished fervently that each one would out last the storm, both for his own safety and the sake of the trees. Rubbing his hands together in a vain attempt to warm them, he shifted restlessly from foot to foot, eliciting with each move a sucking sound as his feet changed position in the clinging mud. He would most certainly be glad when this was over.
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Post by Nemaisare on May 27, 2007 21:59:57 GMT -5
((Okay, I know I haven't been on in awhile and I know I shouldn't have double posted, but does it really take this long to come up with a post? I know you're busy, and I am sorry to be bothering you with an annoying complaint, but I feel like I went through all that work on Kyr's character and I haven't even started roleplaying him with anyone else in the 21 days and more since I posted his character. Again, I'm really sorry if I'm bothering anyone, but I do feel that if you are on and you have the time to chat in the c-box, you at least have the time to say that a post will be coming soon, or, if you do not think a post will be forthcoming, you might let me know so that I won't get my hopes up. ))
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on May 28, 2007 8:30:35 GMT -5
Lynexia smiled as she seemed to just appear under the tree, though she had been there for quite some time... she just wasn't noticed. Her eyes glimmered with slight amusement as she slid some of the rain drenched strands of hair from her vision, a smirk on her face as she did. "Kyr... is it?" She asked. She was clad in dark purple, her eyes the same mezmerising hue as the cloth. Her dark brown, almost black hair hun straight over her shoulders like a curtain because they were drenched so. Her pointed ears struck out from her hair and her face was suddenly illuminated by a flash of lightning. Strapped to her back was a large sword that looked as if it was twice her weight and yet she didn't seem to notice it was even there. "Thname's Lynnexia." She said with a pleasant enough smile. She certainly looked wet, thank you weather.
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Post by Nemaisare on May 28, 2007 22:28:09 GMT -5
Once again, and he might never get used to such surprises, Kyr almost jumped out of his skin when the woman appeared so close to him. No sound, no slowly appearing from the distance, no nothing, she was just there. The youth had, upon instinct, risen from his crouch to face the person, hand moving first to his knife and then, with a bit more truthfullness about it, upwards to cover his heart. Having yet to make a noise other than what his scramblings and other activities had elicited from the mud and trees, Kyr did make a quietly disbelieving sound as she asked after his name. Of course, it would have seemed a bit ludicrous to him had he come all this way upon very precise instructions to find that those who had given them didn't even know his name, but then again, Kyr found that this whole meeting was rather ludicrous anyways.
"So I am, Mistress." His soft voice, slightly stilted due to his unfamiliarity with the current language with which they were speaking, could just barely be heard above the storm. Kyr, however, was loathe to shout, as long years beneath strict rules did not desintegrate with only a fortnight of freedom. Bowing, with an ever so slight show of respect, he had no wish to compromise his balance, Kyr made up for the lack of formality by keeping his hand where it was over his heart and, though he was unaware of it, by looking Lynnexia over with wide eyes, as awe-filled as any she was likely to see.
It was because of those same rules of conduct beneath which he lived that Kyr gave her no spoken name, nor did he acknowledge her beyond what might be expected, not among equals, but between servant and master. Granted, Kyr felt, as always, a bit inadequate, but then, he supposed that was the point. Lynnexia certainly looked more than cabaple of looking after herself, or, in other words, of tearing him apart should such a fancy suit her. despite his attempt to hide the nervousness that had been building in him since the night before, Kyr made it rather obvious by running his fingers along the thick, rope collar that ran its way around his neck, as well as his dark eyes that were even now darting about in search of an escape route.
((Thank you!!))
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Jun 3, 2007 10:02:42 GMT -5
Lynnexia looked towards Kyr for a few moments, her gaze showed some kind of strange, bafflement and one of her eyebrows were quirked slightly and after a few moments of that odd stare she smiled, "Well then, you don't have to call me mistress- I don't own you." she then smiled kindly before looking accross the water, "So... do you have your own means to get to The Academy or do you require assistance?" she asked with all seriousness. "I'm supposed to 'test' you in this way", she smiled kindly as she looked back at her student.
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Post by Nemaisare on Jun 4, 2007 20:30:23 GMT -5
Kyr didn't return her look as she seemed to try and puzzle through his reply. He didn't really enjoy being stared at, and atention was not something he ever wanted directed towards himself. Still, he waited for her to speak, not wishing to be the first to break the silence growing between them. When she did, telling him in no uncertain terms that she was not his mistress, Kyr flinched back, though he liked the smile he could hear in her voice.
The question about getting to the Academy caught him off guard and he looked up, opening his mouth to tell her that he did, when he suddenly remembered his distrust. Shutting his mouth without saying a word, he set his lips in a thin, tight line and shook his head quickly. Kyr was rather uncomfortable with the direction this was taking, and he dearly hoped that she wouldn't press him for an answer, though he rather hoped that he hadn't failed the 'test' by saying no.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Jun 5, 2007 5:13:36 GMT -5
(( XD I FORGOT ENDING QUOTATION MARKS IN MY LAST POST! SORREH! i had a feeling i did something wrong...))
Lynnexia rested a hand on her hip, well... not all students were exactly ones to talk so such a response might have been expected so she simply sighed. "Well if you do have your own way then you can follow once I'm airborne- or you can come with me." she said as she motioned with her hand. Once she was airborne it would be easier for her to be seen from the ground so well... she didn't worry about Kry following if he had his own way accross. She then began walking through the crowds, dipping effortlessly around people and skipping even at times, Lynnexia certainly seemed odd for a teacher but well, you shouldn't question a teacher's teacher-iness, causes bad luck 'ysee?
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Post by Nemaisare on Jun 6, 2007 22:20:07 GMT -5
That sigh had him catching his breath in a painful hitch as he though, please don't say anything, please don't... And she didn't, well, nothing forceful. Kyr watched Lynnexia as she walked away, letting out the breath he hadn't realised he was holding until that moment. He followed her slowly, cautiously, as instinct and worry fought against reasoning and need. He won, just barely and was shivering with more than the cold by the time he caught up with her. Oh he truly wanted this to be the right choice, because if it wasn't, he would still be stuck with it, and he wouldn't know how he would be getting out of it.
"Mi- Mistress Lynnexia?" He had to clear his throat before continuing and that familiar gesture did little enough to setle his nerves. "I think I'll be coming your way.. If that's alright?" His voice was soft with worry and the hurriedly added, hopeful question wasn't enough to hide the flinch his own, brave words had caused, but Kyr couldn't take them back now, nor did he wish to travel through the shadows unless he was desperately needful of such a feat.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Jun 7, 2007 9:38:20 GMT -5
Lynnexia smiled, "Well okay then... just stay off the panel." she winked as she turned the corner and a silver glider was visible, on the platform was a serious of lights and a thin metal disk was pressed against the ground beneath it, a rocket placed precariously in the back. She jumped on and smiled back at Kyr, "And please, I'm not your mistress- just your teacher." her smile was sweet enough and she awaited Kyr to hop up onto the glider as well.
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Post by Nemaisare on Jun 7, 2007 20:26:20 GMT -5
He had not a clue as to what this 'panel' was, but he figured it was a safe enough bet that he would learn the moment he got near it. So Kyr simply followed meekly after her, though he balked at the sight of the strange contraption. Never had he seen such a thing before. Still, she leapt onto it confidently enough, and she was obviously expecting him to do the same. Eyeing it dubiously, he mounted the thing with a bit less grace than herself and sincerely hoped that whatever it did, he would fall off while it was doing it.
"Yes, mis-" Kyr broke off in the act of calling her what she didn't want to be called. How did one address a teacher respectfully in this language anyways? He tried again, improvising as he went. "Alright, kerien." He used a word of his own language to get past the problem, relaxing slightly as he did so. Oh, not so much that he stopped being nervous, but at least his voice was steadier than it had been and he was no longer fiddling with the servant's collar about his neck.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Jun 9, 2007 11:48:00 GMT -5
"Hold on tight!" She said back to Kyr, her voice practically a laugh and her foot moved accross a part of the platform that seemed to have several different faint lights and a small lever popped up near the side and she planted her foot on top of it but before pressing down she looked back at her student with an excited smile, "You ready?" she asked. She honestly liked her glider and well, it started with a pretty hard punch, needing the Zion Drive to get it up into the air.
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Post by Nemaisare on Jun 10, 2007 18:45:32 GMT -5
Upon receiving the 'hold on' order, Kyr immediately did as he was told, hands curling about the rim. Although it was more his desire to stay safe than the need to do as she said, so he didn't bother getting annoyed, besides, Lynnexia had said it in such high spirits that he didn't think he could get mad and she didn't know. He nodded jerkily, trying out a tight smile in response to her own. Oh, just get it over with... Kyr doubted he would ever be entirely ready, particularly for something that made an adult this excited. He was, however, a bit curious to know just what it would do once she pushed the lever.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Jun 11, 2007 10:43:02 GMT -5
Lynnexia locked her muscles and pressed her foot down on the pedal and flames spurred out of the back of the glider with enough force to propel them into the air, it was very capable to knock someone off from the glider's surface and Lynnexia began sliding her feet accross the small lights accross the surface of the glider's panel under her feet. The wings on the sides twisted and molded to her commands and they were headed to Twilight Moon Academy. "We're going to have to set up a schedule for you before we get there, okay?" she asked Kyr with a smile.
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Post by Nemaisare on Jun 13, 2007 20:04:16 GMT -5
Okay, he hadn't been that curious! Kyr gave a yelp as the glider took off, barely keeping his seat and biting the inside of his cheek in the process. He didn't like this, not in the least, and his fingers were white knuckled from the force he was using to hang on. Yet he tried to pay attention to his surroundings and, more importantly, to what Lynnexia had to say. "Schedule? Of what, kerien?" His voice was still nervous, though now it was more obviously their mode of transport that had put the shakiness into it than anything else. Kyr was growing to like Lynnexia, if not her method of traveling.
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