RP:The Witchy Road to Larket

Summary: Thamalys is flying back to Larket, having just heard the dreadful news of the Earthquake - and subsequent havoc. Chances are Healers would be needed, even if as inexperienced as the Avian. A very similar call is being answered by Talyara, also on her way to Larket, who stumbles across the Blue on the Cliff. The two exchange pleasantries for a little while, before showing off some magical skills involving blue flames and empathetic witchcraft. Time being of the essence, the two amicably depart soon after, possibly to meet again within the chaotic days laying ahead.

Xalious Mountains: Steep Cliff

Thamalys did feel a sharp prick of guilty, the moment he eventually opted for banking hard on his right and slowly but inexorably gliding down toward the familiar, coarse shapes of the Cliff. "You silly bird, with all those people in dire need of your aid..." he muttered to the Wind only, the monumental features of his huge wings already approaching fast the rough landing where not so long ago he was found unconscious first, and in the company then of a rather influential Silver. Black leather wrapping his skinny legs, no footwear at all, the rest of the Avian shone in the morning sun, some of the mithril finding his way to the light through the loose fabric of the white shirt covering much of his upper body. Ivory white those massive wings of his, the very same color of the many, untidy and knotty braids cascading from his head down to his very face, bony, graceless features sharped even further by the odd pattern of the countless tattoos, most of them shaped in ivy branches and leaves, that seemed to grow within the skin of the Blue. Only a few dozens of meters away from the Cliff, now, swooping down a big lump of air to lose most of his speed, his solid blue gaze exclusively intento to screen the ground approaching fast. To complicate things slightly, the uneven weight of the tallest halberd you can possibly imagine, fastened on the back of the Avian, and the oscillating disturbance of a leathery satchel hanging somewhere across his back.

Talyara || Despite the distance of Frostmaw to Larket, word traveled fast that not only did the wedding of Josleen and Macon happen but also a devastating earthquake. Taly being who she is, had immediately left the comfort of her cottage and began the trek down to Larket to see where she could assist with healing. While she no longer wore a sling, her arm hung at an odd angle which indicated that the wound still caused her some discomfort and pain. The petite witch is clad in her own leggings with her worn leather boots. Her shirt is hidden behind a heavy wool coat which clings to her body. Taly's unruly chestnut waves flutter in the wind as she stand atop the cliff with her arms crossed over her chest. Emerald hued eyes lift to the sky as someone approaches from the sky, the empath stumbling backwards in surprise.

Thamalys realized a solid bit too late that, to put it mildly, the landing was not clear at all. Somebody - "But who, in the name of the Wind, would dare to stare into the vast void from the Cliff at breakfast time?" the Avian would have groaned greeting his teeth - stood there indeed, right in the middle of the Blue's descent. Time being of the essence, Thamalys knew he was to late to pull up, most of his momentum gone already. Instead, he would have proceeded to bring his legs forward, smashing the air with the full extent of his wings in the attempt to both give some time to the Witch to - hopefully - avoid a rather nasty head-on and to mitigate the strength of the impact with the unwelcoming, stony soil as well. "Waaaaay, you fool! Way, I said, by the Bloody Wind!" - thus the Avian would have cried, a very scarce distance of less then ten meter only now standing between his fast-approaching mass and the tiny, much tidier forms of the Half Elf.

Talyara stares up at the avian, surprise etched in her pretty features as she remains frozen on the spot. Never in her time visiting this cliff had she encountered anyone by land or sky. It isn't until his cry that Taly gives her head a quick shake to break her stupor and clumsily run sideways to avoid a collision. Taly whimpers softly as her arm jostles and she draws her wrist across her stomach to attempt to anchor her shoulder in place. The witch is not a fighter and she hates confrontation. No knowing if this avian wishes to do her harm, she continues to withdraw away from him.

Thamalys exhaled the longest sigh of relief, the moment he saw the Witch clearing his way down. Possibly encouraged by that particular thought, the Avian managed to produce a decent landing after all, notwithstanding the pain of the brutal impact shaking all his bones for quite some moments after. Rising a cloud of dusty air, Thamalys eventually pulled it together, leaping up to his feet shortly after having crouched to reduce the blow of his body against the ground. Wings still fully outstretched, the Avian immediately focused on the Half Elf in the end not so far away. Taking two long strides toward her, arms wide in disbelief, still breathing heavily he would have begun "So, so utterly sorry, ma'am! I just did not see you till I was almost upon the Cliff... are you all right? Your arm..." he would have inquired, groggy enough to sizeably sway while approaching the Witch and yet not so dizzy to miss the obvious issue ongoing with that arm of hers.

Talyara hesitantly takes another few strides back as the avian approaches, still unsure of his intent. However, when he utters an apology, the muscles in her body seem to visibly relax a bit. At the question of her arm, her chin dips, eyes landing on her shoulder briefly before looking up into his face once more. "I'm alright. I was shot with an arrow a few weeks ago and I'm still healing. The uneasy steps just jostled it a bit."

Thamalys eased just that much he needed to come to an halt before actually stumbling into the small figure ahead, his breath steadying, a moment only he required to furl his wings, neatly, with a single, smooth move. Having now found an hint of decency, he would have tried to amend to rough start of that conversation. "I am sorry to hear that. Did that have anything to do at all with that unfortunate fray between Frostmaw and Larket? Ah, but here I am..." he continued, slowly shaking his head, the pearly white curtain of his hair drawing strange patterns across his face, his tone softening quite, a voice consistently deeper eventually finding his way through those cracked, thin grey lips. "... here I am asking questions while forgetting manners. Apologies, that landing took me quite off-guard. I go by the name of Thamalys, ma'am. May I be so bold to ask for yours, and... possibly for the reason you're out on the Cliff at this queer hour? This is the time for birds of pray and winged creatures only, or so I have always thought...". One part genuine curiosity, two parts cautiously surveying, sprinkle with some anxiety for surely being late already, and there you have the tone of those questions...

Talyara watches curiously as the avian furls his wings back--she wasn't sure she ever met an avian before. Still his discussion of manners succeeds in drawing a small smile from her lips. "It's a pleasure to meet you Thamalys. My name is Talyara but everyone calls me Taly." To answer his previous question she nods. "Aye, I was in the second wave of Frostmawians but I went as a healer. As I was aiding a fallen soldier I was struck with an arrow." In the interest of appearing cordial she takes a few steps forward and extends her hand in greeting. "I'm here just...thinking."

Thamalys desperately tried to hide the mighty flow of darkest emotions the words of the Witch woke up in him. Struck by an arrow she was... maybe one of the many he himself ordered to shoot upon the charging Frostmawians on the Bridge that day? He shuddered, long, cold shivers creeping in his very bones while trying to put together a decent answer. Nonetheless, the treacherous magic at work within the ivy-shaped ink would not obey him, his distress resulting in faint, thought fiercely gleaming gushes of blue flames dripping from his skin. While he would have not looked as if set ablaze, the overall effect would have been hard to not notice. "Taly, that would surely do..." he hastily began, swiftly grabbing her hand only to let it go soon after the deep-blue flaming display set off. "... ah, yes. A rather unfortunate clash, that one, especially as it seems we shall have peace now." He seemed to weigh that thought long enough to reconsider, though, a single finger bringing to his lips, scratching his jaw soon after. "Well, peace despite the Earthquake. Have you heard? I am an Healer myself - well, a rather incompetent one, at this stage I am afraid - that is why I was heading to Larket... but I couldn't resist a brief moment here. This Cliff means a lot to me. So..." he would conclude, the flames wearing off already, his mind nailed on the tasks ahead, his duties as Neophyte presently clear more than ever. He turned, slightly, to face the void looming off the Cliff, his voice sort of wandering through the breeze. "... you are a Healer yourself? Part of the Guild, maybe?" Perfectly legit - he thought confidently - for him not to know each and every member at this early stages of his path within the Healers.

Talyara lets her hand fall away, wrapping her arms around her body once more. At the mention of the earthquake she nods solemnly. "Aye, that's why I'm heading down to Larket myself. To see where I can help." At the mention of the guild she gives her head a small shake. "No, not yet. But I'd like to be of at all possible. Admittedly, I'm a witch so my methods of healing are sometimes different."

Thamalys || A good amount of golden sparks surfaced into the blue eyes of the Avian as soon as he heard that very last words. "A witch, you say? Fascinating..." he went, now slowly encircling the Half Elf while plainly staring at her as if he was beholding a rare specimen of some forgotten flower. "Well, there is definitely quite a lot of magic amongst our ranks, including the very top of the hierarchy I believe... if and when things will be back to normal, I would certainly recommend you to visit the House of Ara, where you will find exquisite people and most competent Healers alike. Although, I will have to admit, a witch that does heal instead of hex... that is quite a wonder. Say, would you be able to..." and here the Avian would have taken a resolved step towards her, the ring finger of his right hand pointing toward the base of her neck, in less than an instant utterly ablaze with a surge of blue flames. "... quench this down, yes?" A sort of grin, halfway between cheerful and cruel, would have formed on his face, the flaming limb only centimetres away from the pale-coloured skin of her.

Talyara feels her face flush at the mention of being a healer as opposed to a hexer. "Full disclosure I have hexed one in my past but it was a fleeting thing, one that I do regret," she admits with a small grin. The mention of the the House of Ara is met with a nod. Still the closure of the distance between them and the sudden flaming limb has the witch's eyes wide. She's quiet for a moment before a small smirk tugs up on the corners of her lips. "Blue flames are my specialty, too." Still Taly raises her hands and they suddenly turn their own shades of frosty blue. The empath would then lay her hands on him, extinguishing his flames with a cool rush of her fingers.

Thamalys || "One is a tiny number, m'lady..." commented the Avian, just one moment before the Witch managed to casually smother the liquid fire dripping from the Blue's finger. He could feel the ink still, and yet he found he could not bring back the flames that easily, a queer numbness muffling his flesh. He would have not said a single word about it, bit he did frowned, one eyebrow only, the left one, curving into a surprised expression rather at odds with the rest of his still, perfectly frozen face. "Why, that was quite impressive..." he commented in a low voice, letting his hand falling at his side, only to bring it back connecting it with his left and spending some time clapping softly, his gaze never really leaving the eyes of the Witch. "With your permission I will surely mention your skill at the House... well assuming it still stands", he added, presently turning toward a point far in the distance and after a little while shaking his head slowly. "As much as I would love to know more about what you can do, o' She-Who-Only-Hexed-Once, it is time for me to go. Already I am late, because of this detour... well, for one thing I am glad I met you". An hint of a bow, there, his head dipping the shortest extent, right before a though clearly struck him, making him recoil a bit. " Well, in fact, if you're heading to Larket as well, I could save you the hassle and carry you with me? I do fly fast..." Something is on the verge of sounding wrong, here, some Avian pride he would painstakingly swallow while offering to bring another being with him into the air. And yet, so much of his ways got lost already, he would have not cared that much in the end. The offer stood, the pride... he would have had to deal with that at a later time.

Talyara is not just a witch. A few months ago in a sacrifice of her sister's the witch acquired the gift of empathy. And although the necklace she wore around her neck prevented others from overwhelming her, in close proximity she can still get senses. So she can feel the slight tension at his offer and it is for that reason she politely declines. "Thank you kindly, but I have some herbs and other supplies I must replenish before being of much help. But I do thank you for the offer." Taly flashes one of her sweet smiles, one that easily reaches the green of her eyes. "But it was a pleasure to meet you. I hope we cross paths again soon."

Thamalys met with some good dose of relief the words of the Half Elf. "Well, I will certainly not insist. The offer still stands if you ever find yourself in need of a pair of wings. And yes..." he would have added, a tired, if genuinely cheerful grin surfacing within his features, "... the pleasure is all mine. Now, if you would excuse me..." and while saying so, the Avian would have burst into a swift sprint toward the void, wings still perfectly folded, only to plunge head first into the air, his arms outstretched to find some balance before eventually displaying the full extent of his wings, edge catching a bit of thermal already, the whole of the Blue soaring up into the clear sky, gaining only that much height before banking in a wide circle and diving straight toward the battered shapes of Larket, not so far away. Some more things to ponder in his mind, but for now, the thrill of the Wind on skin will suffice, notwithstanding that hint of a numbness still lurking in his ring finger. As such, the pensive Avian would have disappeared into the distance, his huge shapes mingling with the clouds moving fast in the morning sun.

This RP is linked to: RP:Royal Wedding Off the Scale!