RP:Giving Flowers to a Rose in a Garden

Giving Flowers to a Rose in a Garden

Gualon Gardens

Emilia was sitting within the garden hidden amongst some of the flower where there was a space just big enough for the small human to sit crossed legged. From a distance she might look like an odd stack of hay in the middle of the flower bed with the way those tangled mess of blonde curls went, but alas it was just the farm girl. Laying across her lap was a giant sketch pad that was currently being used. In her hand a stick of charcoal while in the other hand there was a piece of cloth folded over her finger. Before her, a rose sticking out from the ground in full bloom with a humming bird like creature flitting back and forth to it. One hand worked quickly making short strokes along the paper as she sketched the sight. At the same time the other hand was working in its own manner by gently rubbing over the streaks of black to blend them into softer shades. Needless to the say the human could do more than just grow plants. As she worked away she hummed softly. Pausing at times to brush a stray curl from her face or itch her nose leaving little smears of black over her freckled face.

Nothrobalug had just finished dining upon his supper of well seasoned, slow roasted swamp rats when he decided to take a stroll to help his meal digest. He had spent the early part of the day matching a man drink for drink at the Grogshop discussing ways to prepare the meal. The meat turned out delicious and Noth could taste it all over again with each burping belch that he produced. Walking around Gualon was also part of his job, so the large orc was careful to keep an open eye for any law breaking or shenanigans taking place in his home city. After walking a distance he found himself in the gardens. Noth's sinus and nasal passages were very open and clear due to the herbs and spices that were applied to his wonderful dinner. Due to this he was able to catch a fragrant smell in the air that was blended with the typical scents of the array of flowers. The scent was somehow familiar to him, though he only smelt it once before, he was familiar with it and liked it very much. Nothro stood still and calm as he scanned the fields of flowers with his vision and barely caught a glimpse of her hidden among the flowers. That hair, that beautiful blonde hair and that smell.....it was the farm girl Emilia. Noth watched her as silently as he could as not to startle her. It seemed as though she was creating her art and this interested Noth very much so. He watched from a distance as she worked on her drawing and although he could not tell what it was from where he stood, he was sure that the beautiful lady was making beautiful art. Noth thought to himself, "Damn. Me should have brought my painting that I made for her." Alas Noth did not expect to see her along his walk and only had a handfull of swamp flowers with him instead of the orphan wars painting he had made for her. He approached her slowly and quietly as a massive orc could and cleared his throat as to alert her of his presence.

Emilia , even though surrounded by flowers, could smell the orc as he walked into the gardens. Maybe it wasn’t exactly him that she caught a whiff of, but those belches of his that gave off a different sort of smell when the breeze blew. This was not her first time sitting in the garden to draw for the day so she was used to people strolling by and the more noisy orphans running carefully past. For now, she worked away in silence because she was almost done with the rose. All in all it looked almost like another painting done in black and white. Reality it was smudged charcoal done very carefully. Just about the time that her orc friend had arrived to clear his throat the blonde was setting the both items she held back into a leather pack that she kept a few of her things tossed into. No order. The contents inside were most definitely a mess and all covered in the black dust of the coal. Dipping her head until she could see the green skinned male, upside down to her, Emi flashed a warm smile his way, “Oh, why hello, Sir Nothrobalug.” That smile remained even though she up righted her head once more. It wasn’t all that easy to hold a conversation with your head upside down, too much blood rush to the brain. Seconds later she was standing up, dusting her black hand on her pant leg that was just as dirty before offering it toward the man for a greeting shake. “Mind if I call you Bunker?” It was a rather odd request for a name that didn’t really add up to his name at all.

Nothrobalug returned the smile to Emilia and watched as she had gone from a ground positioned upside down smiling head to a right sided one and standing. Nothro thought that the girl and her smile were pleasing to the eye from whatever angle or positioning that she was in. He took notice of her form as she stood and for some reason was enamored with her. He had never felt the same way about a female, not even towards the most alluring of the brave orc women. This farm girl who had the ability to bring the might Noth to his knees with a slight touch or a little kiss, she certainly posessed some type of power over him. The essence of her beauty seemed to affect him in his mind, heart and soul. Her words of greeting rang out like poetry to the orc. What was this spell she had cast upon him? He was barely able to get her out of his mind since the last time they had met. That last time they met, when she had hugged and kissed him. Noth had returned home that night and created a painting for her from the pig blood that she had declared it okay to use. The painting depicted a group of warring orphans battling it out with the farm girl at the very center of the war. Everything about the painting seemed to draw the eye to the center. "If only me had brought it." Again thoughts filled his head about presenting her the painting. Noth looked down as she spoke to him and gazed upon the handful of swamp flowers. The flowers only grew in certain parts of the gualon swamp and were very rare and special. Rare and special like the girl whom the orc was about to hand them to. Emilia stood in front of him with her hand extended out to him. Noth began to blush and grin as he raised his own hand to meet with hers. The orc shook the tiny hand of the farm girl as delicately as he possible could. her hand felt so small engulfed in his own massive orcish hand. With the other hand Nothro presented Emilia with the small bouquet of flowers and spoke softly to her trying not to get lost in her gorgeous radiant blue eyes. Alas, it was a futile effort, for the orc was lost, found and lost again in her amazing sea of blue hue. "Hello Emilia lady. Me not mind if you call Noth um......Bunker?" Noth was confused for several reasons besides the odd name request, but would allow her to call him whatever she wished. "Were you making pretty flower art today?" Noth gave 4 zorata flower to Emilia.

Emilia had only ever met one other orc before she’d met Noth and that was a very brief meeting to the point she honestly couldn’t remember the name of the orc. Just that he had a dog-creature pet. Standing there the blonde couldn’t help but take a small step back. It was a subtle back step as he took her small and ice cold hand into his much larger hand. His long arm span compared to hers plus the fact she needed to look up at him was her reason for the movement. It was easier to move back than to crane back in order to lock her bright blue gaze with his. Setting the art down so that it leaned against her leg the blonde accepted the swamp flowers from the green skinned orc-man. Once he’d let go of her hand that was momentarily swallowed up within his she would switch the bouquet over to that hand in order to lift up the most recent piece of her art. The rose rising up from the ground with a bird like creature in the air next to him. A warm smile on that freckled face of her as she held it up allowing him to see it for a moment because in that next second she was offering it over to him. “You can have it if you’d like. I’ve got plenty more flower drawings at home.” It was an honest gesture from the farm girl. Indeed a room in her house had nothing but random pieces of art work all stored away. Lifting the flowers then toward her nose the woman took a small whiff of them. “These are beautiful, Mister Bunker.” Free hand moved to brush a stray curl back behind her lightly sunburned ear. “Bunker means a man of loyal man of great power, but a gentle giant.” A rather belated reason as to why she’d chosen that name to call him. On top of that his name was a big long and to her sounded silly when she said it with that country twang of an accent of hers. “And please, just call me Emi. I much rather you would.” And there it was that award winning melt the heart of the darkest soul smile of hers.

Nothrobalug was caught in her blue eyed tractor beam and locked into it's magical hold. The orc had memorized every feature of her face down to each freckle. The smudges of black from her charcoal chunk just added to her appeal. Perhaps Noth liked dirty girls? Either way dirty or clean, Noth liked the company of Emilia and wished he could find a way to spend more time with her. She had taken the flowers but Noth had not noticed. He was lost adrift on the shimmering blue sea that was her eyes and happy. Not like hundred barrels of fungus beer happy or piles of dead enemies happy, but a different and special kind of happy. His gaze trance was broken as her words and gifting of the rose picture was offered unto him. Noth looked at the splendid art that she held up for him. Noth grasped the picture carefully and smiled. He would hang the art in his hut above his doorway. That way he would be able to look at it each time he set out for the day. It would inspire him in many ways. Noth bowed his head to her as she smelt the flowers and gave her a look pleased look as he glanced back and forth from her fair face to the art work. "Noth shall treasure this picture from Emilia lady..." Noth grinned, "Me mean, Emi lady.....Emi." The orc felt as if he were the only orc in the world and he wanted to give that world and everything in it to her, forever. He listened as she explained the meaning of his new name and hung on her every word. He watched as she brushed back strands of her curly blonde hair and wanted to tell her so many things, but was unable to understand his feelings himself. He wanted to tell her how beautiful she was. How he would trade all that he had for her. How he would fight for her. How he would kill and die for her. Instead the smitted orc just continued to grin, smile and glance from her face to his new picture. Why did this girl have so much sway over his emotions? Why did a farmer possess such powerful magics?! "Noth made painting for Emi. It no here with me though. Noth did not bring it with him. It at Noth's hut. Me made it with berries and pigs blood. Noth use mud and grass also." Noth gave an awkward smile this time. "Noth is....happy to be Emi lady's Bunker." Just then a few orphans came running out of nowhere and started teasing Noth and laughing. They were only playing but the children were running around the two of them making kissy faces and singing a little song about Noth loving Emilia. Noth was embarrassed and angered, but did not react, save for lowering his head away from Emilia's eyes.

Emilia had never spent much time around people in general, let alone an orc to understand how one could get smitten with her. She to this day was still trying to figure out what it was that X had found so special in her. She was after all just a human. A delicate human that was easily broken and would die long before he ever did. Heck, before most of her friends ever came close to dying she’d long be nothing but bones in the ground. Since meeting this orc who was now her Bunker she’d learned that when in his presence she didn’t feel as afraid of the world around her and that she could relax more so than normal. It was the same way she could let herself be when she was around Xersom. Any normal moment she’d be worried that those dark skin elf people were out to get her, again. In Gualon she knew she was protected and not just by her newest friend here, but the city as a whole. While she was lost in her own world of thought about such silly things as feeling safe the blonde was staring away into Noth’s eyes with a soft smile on her face. While he spoke about the painting he’d done for her she was making a mental picture of her idea of what it was that it might look like. A pleased smile because it would be different and unique for sure. A blink as she came back into the real world when he spoke once more. “I am sure that it will be a very lovely piece. Just the piece that I am looking for to hang as the center piece in the house.” And that is exactly where she would hang the piece of art done for her especially by the orc known as Noth aka Bunker. It was here at this time that the grouping of orphans came running into the gardens. Those bright ocean blue eyes of the blonde snapped into their direction the moment they started their teasing. A flicker of something flashed through those eyes of the woman’s. “Hey! You kids had better knock it off and stop running through the gardens again. Don’t you make me go and get Mister Tristram to come and whoop your hides for destroying his hard work again!” That look she gave them was enough to make them all stop dead in their tracks under that stern watch of the blonde. Both could hear the ‘yes, Emi’ almost in unison from the children before they ran off. It was then that the female remembered something else that she had brought with her from the farm back in Venturil. Digging away into her sack that seemed to be an endless pack holding much more than its size seemed possible. She loved that spell on it. After a time she dug out a black helmet that had suffered much damaged over its life time. It once had two horns sticking out of it, but alas now there was just one. Dented and beat up with dirt still smeared into it. “I heard you liked these kind of things. I found this when clearing the land for the farm of mine back in the other town.” And then she’d offer the worn helmet to him.

Nothrobalug felt honored that Emi would hang his painting in such a grand placement upon her art filled walls. Without even seeing the work in person she had made Noth's day with the gesture for certain. Getting to see her again would be enough for him. Enough joy to fuel his entire lifetime a thousand times over, but her reserving a special place for something that he had made for her, made the orc feel like she cared about him. That feeling was unmatched by anything he had ever experienced before, knowing that Emi cared for him....a battle beaten, scar bearing, fungus beer guzzling orc. Noth lifted his head to view the fire in her eyes as she yelled at the orphans and it turned him on greatly. So much so that the large orc had to grasp the picture she gave him with both hands and hold it in a strategic place to avoid any further embarrassment in the situation. She snapped at the orphans teasing him and had mentioned the name of the Tristram man. Noth recalled his meeting with the orc Helix earlier in the day and suddenly remembered that he needed to seek out Tristram and speak with him about rather urgent matters. The children ran off after the scolding and Emilia was once again pleasant and inviting. Noth watched as she dug through her bag and used the opportunity to allow his mind to concentrate on other things to avoid his physical state. The orc was able to alter his mind enough to deny the physical reaction just as Emi produced a helmet from her bag. Noth's eyes lit up and he smiled appreciatively. The giant orc grasped the worn helmet from her hands and wiped away a bit of dirt that dusted the old armor item. Noth was pleased. "Thank you Emi. Noth.....Bunker... collect helmets like this. Me have a great many now." Noth looks deep into the blue hue once more, "Noth feel as though Emi give him so much and me only have flowers from swamp for her." Nothro catches one orphan spying on them from a distance and he shoots a glare at the lad with the 'I will deal with you later' look. The boy takes off running after his companions.

Emilia had no idea in the slightest that when she had turned to snap at the orphans with that authority tone in her voice that it had gotten the attention of the orc in more ways than one. She’d never of known that for a moment in time the orc was hiding a bit of excitement behind that picture that she had gifted to him of a tall rose growing up from the ground with the bird off to its side in the air in flight after a feeding from the sweet nectar of the flower. By the time her full attention was back on the orc he had gotten himself under control. “Mister Bunker. You will have to learn that sometimes it isn’t the amount of what is given that counts. It is the amount of feeling put into something that does. One painting and a helmet do not hold any more value than flowers picked from the swamp where you live. Each gesture that is made in one’s life time will forever hold the worth in weight of the meaning given with it.” There was that smile of hers. Sweet and dark all at the same time. “If one kills a thousand men it doesn’t always mean that they are the strongest of them all. A person who kills only one man in their life may actually be stronger due to many reasons all the way around. It all depends on the intent.” A little bit of a rambling as she tried to explain it with a relation to something else, but battles were not her strong suit. She knew little about them. So she went on with another attempt at making it sound better, “A man who makes a thousand beers isn’t always the best beer maker of the land. A simple man can spend many a year growing just a single batch of beer. And he can be the best beer maker in the land even if he hasn’t given out as much as the first man.” Did that sound any better? She wasn’t sure. Smiling after a brief confused look, “Besides, I love the flowers.”

Nothrobalug gives his full attention to Emi as she speaks of many great and wonderful things. The orc listens to every single syllable of her words as she describes her analogies about killing thousands of men and making thousands of beers. Noth tries to understand what she is trying to explain to him, yet his mind drifts away to battles and beers. The orc is awoken from yet another daydream by her words as she states her love for the flowers. "Thank you Emi. Me have much to learn about such things and Noth glad you like flowers from me swamp. Me collect you more and bring you painting next time." Noth smiles at her once more and grasps his picture of the flower and bird that she gave to him. "Bunker go now to find the Tristram man. Me can't wait to see you again and give you Noth's art." With that said, the large orc exits the gardens the way he came, now in search of Tristram.