RP:Of Accents and Insults
Summary: In a chance encounter between Aerondur and Eleanor, the spell blades share words as sharp as their respective blades, leaving the two parting ways with unsavory opinions of each other.
Sandy Beach, Cenril
Aerondur sat upon the beach, his usual attire of armor, cloak and hood sat next to him in a neatly folded pile. His toes were in the sand, chestnut hair the came down to his just past his chin blew effortlessly in the wind. Glowing emerald eyes looked upon the sea and the elf was lost in thought watching the waves consistent rhythm, a simple pair of swimming trunks are all that he wore considering the beach has been empty since he arrived. The night air was warm and calm it brought peace to the elf and something about being near the sea always had done the same. Aerondur wouldn’t have noticed anyone arriving and simply sat there enjoying his moment.
Eleanor was normally hard to miss, but shadows wrapped around her as she walked down a dark alley that emptied onto the beach. As she stepped out, the glow of evening bounced off the water, and she used it as a guide as she made her way along the rocky pathway before it gave way to sand. Her tall leather boots sank with a crunch into the ground, celadon stare narrowing as she swept it along the shoreline. Spotting only the one swimmer, and hoping he won't prove to be a problem, she palmed a leafy cig and brought it to her lips, lighting its end with a small spark of blueish magick between two fingers. Inhaling whatever sweet condition she could from the cigarette, she ventured further out onto the beach, a slight breeze entangling her dark cerulean tabard skirt around her tattooed legs. A runed chakram glinted from her left hip, a wand at her right. She didn't have much of a destination in mind, and her pace was leisurely.
Aerondur couldn’t help but notice the smell of whatever Eleanor lit up and his nose wrinkled. His face going back to normal his gaze left the water and moved to find the culprit of the smell. Eleanor was something else to the elf, nothing quite like he was used to as it seemed she was very head strong but in this land it seemed most women were and it was something he would quickly have to get used to for they seemed to be very very powerful which is something he greatly needed on his side, power. He was very curious as to what brought her here and why, a smooth calm voice escaped his lips, “Evening m’lady. Care to give me some company?” A grin found itself upon his lips as he finished his question hoping to appear genuine and not like a fool.
Eleanor stopped where she was, turning to glance askew toward Aerondur. A blonde brow rose, and full lips parted into a wide grin, a tattooed hand lifting to pull the cigarette away before it fell into the sand. "Ye want me tae gie ye company?" she repeated with a short laugh, resting her empty hand on a jutted-out hip. "An' whit dae ye hae tae gie tae me?"
Aerondur let out a soft chuckle, “You want something just for some company?” He thought he would play her game so he looked over to his pile of stuff reached into it and began looking around for something she may like. A small grin played across his face, satisfied he pulled out what he found for her...Out of the confines of the pile a dark red wristband was clutched in the elf’s hand it glowed lightly and even the light pulsed with the heartbeat of the one who wore it he extended the gift to her, “Here, this band will give you strength to fist fight with even the strongest of ogres, my gift to you for your company if you find it adequate and yes what I say is true to the fullest.” His grin grew broad as he added, “As I’m the one who enchanted it.”
Eleanor didn't bother to take the bracelet. She eyed it with mild amusement, then leveled her celadon-hued stare at Aerondur. "Ah dornt want yer trinkit," El replied after a moment, a grin slowly forming. "Hoo abit ... yoo'll owe me a favur." Her grin grew. "A favur ay mah choosin' ... at onie time Ah choose." The hand being dealt, she took another drag of the cigarette, smug as a bug.
Aerondur pulled his wristband back and tossed it into his pile again not letting his gaze leave hers,“Just for your company? I don’t think so.” He quickly averted his eyes then, looking back out to the sea,”I take my life more seriously than just throwing it out on the whim for some stranger.”
Eleanor lifted her chin, that grin never wavering as she clucked her tongue then said, "Ah, but ye wanted thes stranger tae gie ye company? Ah coods as suin kill ye fur aw ye ken."
Aerondur shrugged, “If I thought you were a threat I wouldn’t be so calm..or would I?” He continued looking out to the sea, she was in his peripherals so if she made a move to strike he could quickly move out of the way, ”If all you wish is to insult and threaten me either strike, move on, or apologize and maybe if you do the latter we can continue.” His voice was stern but still calm as ever his true emotions on the matter wouldn’t be revealed.
Eleanor crowed with laughter, throwing her head of flaxen hair over a shoulder. "Sae sair ye ur," she parted with, holding her empty hand to her stomach as the amusement ripped across her. "Ah huvnae threatened ye at aw yit." Straightening up as she came down, the woman took another drag of the cigarette and, leaning back, looked down her nose a bit, as if properly eying the other. "But teel me hoo Ah hae insulted ye, an' Ah main consider tae apologize."
Aerondur shook his head,”I don’t think I will, why bother? You might want something for that too. You may continue with whatever it was you were doing, sorry to have bothered you.” The elf was growing tired of this charade his time of peace here was obviously over.
Eleanor clucked her tongue, tsk'ing at the other. "Ah hink 'at Ah will. It is, efter aw, much mair interestin'." With that being said, she sent the other a wink, nonplussed by his need for propriety, and rather amused by the thing as a whole. Cigarette returned to lips, the tattooed woman moved to sashay away through the hills of sand, content to enjoy the smoke alone once more.