Ding-Dong, The Ex Is Still Alive

Wait, that's not how the song goes...

Fortress Sickbay

The newly expanded medical facilities for the town above are quite different than what once stood here. While Ikked is still seen wandering from bed to bed checking on new patients, many other freshly appointed healers are covering the floor. Numerous white linen beds line the walls on either side of the building with bedside tables holding water basins and medicines situated at the foot of each. Cabinets along the back wall hold an array of herbs and potions used for the sick and ill who wander in. Ikked even has several items for purchase by the various healers of Hollow. Two doors are also found near the back. One appears to be another room brimming with supplies, while on the other hangs a sign simply labeled ‘Surgery’. A fitting facility to a recently prospering town.

Odhranos dropped the crate off in the surgery, eyeing up the faint bloodstains around the grating in the floor before heading back out and slipping into a pair of white robes. Which was weird in itself, Odh hadn't worn any shade lighter than a dusty grey in quite a while. It wasn't consoling that they probably wouldn't remain so white for long. Striding out to Artia and Ikked, he returned the hug happily. "I'd be happy to learn if you have the time, perhaps not now while you have patients though." He glanced around the room, almost half the beds were taken up with patients in varying degrees of pain and sickness. "I'm free for the rest of the day, so if I can help out here, I'd be happy to." He turned to Ikked and flashed her a bashful grin; "I know my way around the human anatomy and I'm no stranger to blood and guts, so you needn't fear that I will distract your apothecary too much." He grinned cheekily.

Irenic idly made his way into the Sickbay for he had an ailment that wouldn't go away on it's own. He pulled back his black hood which revealed his graying light brown hair and pointed ears, but the cloak stayed on covering his massive ivory wings. His piercing silvering gaze spans the room for a small moment until one healer attempts to check the new patron in having to cant their neck a bit at the 6'11" height of the avian. He opens the robe a bit and lifts up a black shirt to expose his wound and the healer shakes their head as if they know who that was made by. There was a hushed conversation and a shaking of Irenic's head one might hear him reply in a low gruff tone, "No, I wasn't attacked…", "A few days ago…", "Okay…" His expression seemed bored and was directed to have a seat on a vacant bed until Ikked could assist him. He keeps to himself, but a quick glance he recognized the woman he bumped into a little while back, but he will wait to let her speak first as their last run in was a little awkward. Once Ikked finally makes their way to Irenic his lifts his shirt again to expose tawny skin under a unique tattoo pattern spanning across his well toned midsection.

Artia chuckled, “You are a distraction in its self, but thank you so much for bringing that basket. I seriously was in a hurry to get here, I over slept because someone took me to Xalious for a camping trip.” She winked at him, giving a glance to Ikked to make sure the aggravated male that wanted to use the healers here for pain medicines. Who was now stomping out, “I would not complain about having an extra hand around here, I’ve been neglecting my job lately due to everything been going on in my life. So at sunrise I’ll be here till I leave, which varies. Wednesdays and Fridays are the surgery days, which I usually don’t get out of here till sun down.” Artia moved to the back, checking on another patient’s record. “Miss Smith, I see here that you think you might have an infection? And that you been coughing up blood?” The female nods at each thing Artia went down the list too, bending over to place her ear to the chest. “Heaviness in your chest? Any drainage?” She nods again, turning over to grab the bucket as the female began to vomit. “Hmm, sounds like you are experiencing a sinus infection, I see in your chart you have allergies. So, I will prescribe you with anti-nausea and a antibiotic. How’s that sound? I will send a healer over and start giving you the medicines, let’s see how you react to them. Yes?” Offering a smile the female took a step back, waving down a small younger healer. “She needs the mint oil, vitamin d syrup, the bromelain it’s the crushed up into a powder pineapple stems. They are in the storage.” Her heart froze, as she heard that voice that still haunts her dreams. Turning around the female paled, no, this was not happening. She must really be losing her mind, but Ikked even paled looking over to Artia. Moving back to her, “Irenic..is here.” Artia shook her head, placing her hand to her stomach. Almost feeling like she would get sick herself, clearing her throat she moved up to Irenic. She knew every inch of his body, “Hey there, Ikked asked me to take a look at you. How are you Irenic?” Her voice shook, color to her face barely coming back. “So, tell me what happened to you.” Dropping her her knees, she lifted his shift herself, gently running fingertips on the frost bite. “Run in with a crynomancer? A fight or an accident? I believe you said a few days ago? Should never let any wounds or rash go over twenty four hours.” She inhaled slowly, not sure how she could react, even ikked was speechless and the entire place between the healers buzzed with the fact he was alive.

Odhranos had stepped into Artia's office to take a peek around when he heard a slight commotion outside. Mumbled words mainly, but then the name "Irenic" rang out in Artia's voice, sounding a little startled. Odh leaned out the door and glanced across. Artia seemed to be treating a tall avian, who was seated himself on one of the beds. The healers bustled about, whispering to one another, so he strode over to Ikked and asked his in hushed tones; "Is that Irenic? The apothecary's fiance?" He assumed as much, from the heated whispers echoing around the room. Seeing no point in being rude, Odh strode over to introduce himself.

Irenic was idly plucking some frosted over feathers from his wings after removing the cloak for the healers better access, but his focus was cut short by that cyan stare again. There was an awkward silence and he couldn't understand why she kept calling him Irenic, but for some reason he didn't even care to correct her. He kept his calm collected and bored seeming expression, "Crynomancer? I guess that's what you would call it." He let her assess him since she seemed so forward to lift his own garments and touch the wound in which has lost most feeling to it. "I was flying her to some weird place called… " His silver optics squint a little in attempting to remember the name, but still got it wrong in the end, " Aira? I think. Clumsy short-stack." His hand approximates the height of someone who is barely 5' and upon Artia's close proximity she would pick up a scent in which is her favorite. Irenic's silvery gaze was on his own hand when he noticed the tempo in the room shift and eyes staring, some being nice and only glancing. His hand shifts to idly smooth his unruly hair away from his face - old nervous habit. He clears his throat feeling a little uncomfortable at the attention, "But it was an accident I suppose… That's correct, a few days now it's been like this, I assumed it might go away on it's own." His way of speaking was intelligent, but menacing at the same time; least to mention sarcastic. His attention was taken from taking in the sight of Artia's crimson hair to another human dressed in white who walked over, but failed to say anything as of yet. He's assuming it's another healer, but waits for him to say anything before he speaks. He finds a lot more people remember him and he learned the hard way to not be speaking first.

Artia :Ikked nodded to Odhranos, “Yes, that is her supposed to be dead fiancé. Good luck boy, you might not be the boyfriend anymore since he isn’t dead.” Ikked shook her head and walked away, the others laughing mumbling about how good looking Irenic was for a supposed to be dead guy. Some felt bad for Odhranos, while others whispered Odhranos would be fine. Artia remained on her knees in front of Irenic, her heart feeling like it would explode in her chest. Even more when she smelled the vanilla and cinnamon, a deep sigh escaped her slight shaking form. She couldn’t help but to let a almost sounds insane laugh when she noticed his nervous twitch of smoothing his hair. “Well you are in good hands, as always I can get it taken care of.” She had to ask, “Any past memories coming back to you? Or just all frustrated from what people try to tell you?” She had to accept the old irenic she loved was gone, and this version of Irenic was not her’s. Artia’s heart was so conflicted at the moment, but she would have to compose herself, she was working. No time for rushing off, no time for self pity. She had finally got herself confidence back, and then he comes back. She felt crazy, felt it was her fault he lost all his memories. She needed a few, no a bottle of whiskey, the fever Irenic caused in her from before still burned deep. The bed got cold without him, a million reason she should give up on wondering if he would remember her. But she knew her heart wanted him to, but she knew it was all gone in the past with the child they had. The future they had, completely unclear now, tears held in her eyes. He might be alright now, but the heart wants what he wants. And right now it was divided in two, clearing her throat she stood up. “Let me go grab the items I need to fix you up. If any of these people in here call you Irenic, you can correct them. You aren’t the person you once were, and somehow you got a second chance.” So many reason to give him up, and she knew she had too, if she wanted to be sane again.

Odhranos 's heart sank like a stone at Ikked's words. He could feel a cold fear bubbling in his stomach and for the first time since he had met Artia he felt like running, tearing off the white medic's robes and high-tailing it to Xalious, to his solitude. No, he couldn't, he had promised to stay, at least until she wanted him to leave. As Artia brushed past to get the items needed to fix Irenic up, he almost reached out to stop her, but stayed his hand. It wasn't really his place, she needed some space to herself before he could even try comfort her. He turned to "Irenic" and cast his eyes down sadly. Gods above, he was good looking. Tall too, the mage had to look up at someone for the first time in his adulthood. Seating himself on the bed opposite the avian, he extended a hand to Irenic. "My name's Odhranos, I've been seeing Artia for the past while." He stated plainly. Raising his sad eyes to meet Irenic's, he inquired peaceably; "I have heard you were once Irenic, her fiancé, but you are no longer the same man. Might I ask what you prefer to be referred to as?" He was quite polite, holding no emnity for the man before him. He had been Artia's fiancé after all, so Artia had every right to reclaim him as such, despite how terrifying that was to Odh. He sighed, if it made her happy, she had his blessing, he'd poof in a heartbeat if it brought her happiness.

Irenic let another awkward pause gape the air between them and his gaze focused on the floor boards, "I want to remember, but I don't and I don't mind letting other people recount old times they shared with me… It's out of my control now… I serve a different purpose." A purpose he had no idea about, as a mindless minion he was kept in the dark of most things, but the control Lady Dragan had on him was unbreakable, she even put a block on his memories. His head started to hurt, though he made no mention of it, but it always hurts around her as if it's trying to force a memory. He doesn't even wince in the pain of the headache as he didn't want to give this fragile being any false hope. Irenic looked down at his left side to see the wound again himself and a sigh caused the abs to ripple slightly causing a slight cooing from the female healers. He glances over to the group of them with a scowl before letting the shirt drop on it's own, he was actually kind of known to be rude to most people. His silver gaze connects directly to the human now sitting in front of him and his hand. Irenic met his shake in a different sense in grasping the inside of the human's forearm and a wicked smirk exposing crowded teeth, "Merry meet Odhranos, good for you." He released the 'handshake' and sat straight on his own cot again with a flattened expression returned and a touch of confusion, "I don't know why I did that…" He shrugs it off as something routine he used to do. He thinks for a long moment, more awkward pause, "I don't rightly know… I just let people call me whatever they want. Some choose Edlin others chose Irenic. It's not really -up- to me." He couldn't really understand why the man before him seemed to be sullen, but he doesn't understand how much time has past since his presumed death and he actually has no feeling of jealousy, but Irenic was never a jealous being to begin with.

Artia grabbed a bottle of aloe vera, and cayenne pepper, and some other herbs. Turning back around she grabbed a few bowls and empty vials. Moving back to kneeling before Irenic the Apothecary went to work, “Any pain? If pain I can help with that, it is actually easy to care for frost bites, but it is messy. With you flying and such, I need to make sure it isn’t too messy so we will also help you with a tea to drink that works from the inside to relief frost bite aggravations. It is a sage tea, all you do is grab a leaf of sage bowl it. Sweeten it and drink it down, I do not have any sage on me but you can get that from the Botanical Gardens. Now we need to repair the skin, so it doesn’t harden and because you more damage. To do that we will use rose hip, which is a herb that is high in vitamin c content, this will help in growth and regeneration of the skin cells. The pulp for aloe Vera leaves is good in soothing the area; it helps in healing the skin on the outside. Cayenne pepper contains compounds that enhance circulation of blood around the wound, which is exactly what we want. Now I do not think you need an antibiotic yet, but if it starts to feel very cold that is because you have ice particles in the flesh. With that go to a bakery or restaurant ask for warm olive oil, this will take away the cold. Do not try to use warm water or a fire it can damage the skin further. Now, what I will do for you is I will mix the herb together in an olive oil that will help it stick on.” She began to crush all the herbs and cayenne pepper into a mix together, adding a splash of oil to it. “Now say you are out an about, forget your mix. Can and if can find a banana, rub the peel on the wound, it will help you. You need to apply this twice a day, avoid any twisting or heavy lifting.” Once all was crushed and mixed together she poured it into a clear vial, “Can you lie back so I can apply it, and make sure you do not have an allergic reaction?” She glanced up to Odhranos giving him a smile; this had to be hard for him.

Odhranos half returned Artia's smile, more out of instinct than genuine happiness. He got the feeling that Irenic wasn't in the best of places and felt it would be rude to pry further, especially with Artia standing by, he didn't want to make things uncomfortable. "Eldin, Irenic...Sir, it was good to meet you." He said, a half smile on his face, almost a grimace. He placed a hand on the avian's arm, more a symbol of compassion than anything. He knew how much Artia had suffered on account of their parting, perhaps some part of Irenic had suffered such also. Thus the gesture. As he stood, he turned to Artia. "I'll just be in your office if you need anything, I'm just getting in the way put here. Call me if you need." He smiled amiably, nodded to the avian then strode through the beds towards the door of her office, doing his best to settle his nerves at the eyes that followed him.

Irenic followed everything the witch was saying and in a pause of her long explanation he offered in his usual sarcastic tone, "Sounds good doc." He did as she said and laid back just after Odhranos offered his compassionate gesture and such a close proximity of this human, Odhranos would find the Avian smelled of his most favorite scent; typical avian trait. Irenic offered back, "Merry part, until we merry meet again." He was still sort of confused why he was saying such things and his headache returned more and more as Artia was treating him, "I actually have a headache… Is that normal with frost burns?" He regretted saying he had a headache immediately, but didn't show as much. "I mean I am getting some pain from he burn, but nothing that isn't tolerable." He shifted his massive wings under him so they would be more comfortable as some frost ones still poking at him on the right side in which drapes down next to the witch, but the other large feathers pristine as always in reflecting hues of silver and pearly whites and offering an impossible warmth. Irenic forces his stare on the ceiling as to not creep the human woman out even though people tell them they were once engaged he doesn't feel that familiar with the being and keeps himself respectfully.

Artia looked up at Odhranos, “You are never in the way, but I could use some clean towels and some gauze wraps, they are in the storage room. If you do not mind of course, I could use some help with this big avian.” She tried to make a joke, wanting the mood to lighten up. “Not that your fat, you should know this. But you are very tall and full of muscles, too heavy for me to try to move you about. The first time we met, you fell from the sky outside a cavern. I had to heal you them too, seems I am the healer you prefer.” She chuckled, shaking her head slowly learning to think about good times not on the bad and be glad he isn’t gone forever, she could get to know this knew Irenic. “Do you come to Larket often? Maybe since you are a completely different person we could maybe work on being friends, and I guess you get to re-learn about me. But as a friend, yeah? I’ll try and find your mothers cook book, but it might’ve got burned up in the fire.” Once he laid down she looked around for a possible gauze, but she would have none until Odhranos got back. “A head ache?” She noticed the wings, running a hand along the feathers, “Well its either because a bond we use to have that is trying to make you remember or, its these feathers. I haven’t studied avians much, so I do not know how the health of your feathers would affect you.” She rubbed her hand along his hair, ruffling it playfully before she could catch herself. “I can get you something to help with that head ache if you like?”

Odhranos nodded at Artia's request and headed to the store to find towels and gauze. He spied the gauze on the first shelf in on the left, but the towels were elusive for the time being. He frowned, confused. The avian, he smelled like parchment and the mountains, Odhranos' two favorite scents, with a faint lingering hint of honeysuckle, which reminded him of... Shaking his head confusedly, the mage spotted the towels tucked on a high shelf near the back. Tugging down two, he proceeded back out to Artia, placing the small bundle on the bed beside her.

Irenic guffawed at Artia, "Of course you weren't calling me fat… I'm perfect." His wicked grin through his scarred lips proved he was making a joke in return. "I can move about, myself, but if you two wish to parade me about, by all means…" he listened attentively to her story of him falling from the skies and he blinked a couple times as he has flown quite often and knows from some sort of repressed training that he is quite expert at it, "Why did I fall from the sky? Was I in another battle?" He didn't understand why he threw the word 'another' in there, but left it as such. Her question makes him narrow his gaze as if he was studying her while he repeats her question in her voice as if mocking her, "'Do you come to Larket often?'" He guffawed again, "That sounds like a cheap pick-up line… I think I need supervision around you, where did your boyfriend go?" He glanced to Ordranos with a joking smirk. He still liked to give people a hard time and make jokes, so Irenic wasn't totally lost there. He quirked a brow at Artia, "What would I do with a cook book?" He couldn't remember the cook book, but if she wanted to find it then he wouldn’t stop her, "If you think it will help, then search away…" His hair got ruffled, "If you don't mind…Yes."

Artia laughed, “I don’t need to be supervised around you, I have accepted you aren’t the Irenic I almost married and carried a baby with. You can relax, nothing will happen, plus I am happy with Odhranos. Plus, if it was a pick up line then I am way out of practice, was just curious. You big goof, and nope you are not perfect.” She jest at him, poking fun right back at him as he did her. When Odhranos was back she wrapped her arms around his waist, giving him a tight squeeze as he put the towels down. Grabbing one of the towels the female laid it on the bed, “Odhranos, help lift him or roll him over some, so I can place the towel underneath him. I doubt he wants this to drain to his back, it would feel an awkward wetness.” Grabbing the gauze, and the vial tipping it upside down after a good shake. “Make sure to always give a good few shakes to this before applying. Just place the gauze against like so, tip the vial get some on the gauze. And then just dab it on, let it soak for a few minutes. Put more on the gauze, and we can wrap some gauze around your torso to make sure it stays in place. That is all there is too it.” Once Odhranos did as she instructed, soft hands moved gently to place the towels underneath irenic, “Careful of his wings, they are very sensitive. Its basically another appendage.” She winked to odhranos, giving Irenic a soft smile. Once this was completed she would begin to lightly touch the frost bite, and apply the mixture to his flesh. “Only doing this because I don’t want you to strain yourself, and now while that is soaking in, lets get rid of this headache of yours.” Rubbing both of her thumbs in circle on his temple, leaning down close mumbling a spell softly, creating a soft white light to begin to glow from underneath her thumbs in effort to take away his headache. Pulling her hands away, the light lifted, “There that should do it.”

Odhranos felt a little better when Artia squeezed him about his waist, he had overheard her confessing her content with him on his way back and his fear was set at ease. Feeling a little lighter, a smile crept out as he helped Artia to lift the avian across to the towel-covered bed. "Oof, you're a hefty lump." He commented as they placed him back onto the other bed. He stood back and observed as Artia plyed her trade. He laughed at her comment about the wings, they were quite impressive to be honest, each feather outlined in dark silvery colours. He watched intently as Artia cast a spell to relieve his headache, briefly phasing into his magic sight to observe the spell in action.

Irenic grunts in the attempt to relieve the impact of his weight on the male and while Artia was relieving him of his headache something would flash in her mind like a memory, the knife beading a spot of blood from a woman's throat. A threat. The woman etching runes in the wings and screaming in pain from it. In a flash the memory was gone, but there was such an evil dread that came with it, "That feels better…" He replied the healing magic and Odhranos' closeness to Irenic's feathers would give off a feeling for the human to touch them, feel them, they are very alluring in nature. Irenic couldn't get the part where she said she had carried a baby with her, "A baby?" His brow furrows in confusion… "Do I… Uh… Have a kid?" He felt his heart beat a little faster at the thought, but he couldn't understand why and he hit his hopeful felling by hardening his expression. He was wrecked with guilt on the inside, how could he have a kid and not be around for it? He's already an awful father and he doesn’t even know what his real name is, but he has no idea the loss of said child was actually the cause of his demise…. Well, near demise.

Artia laughed as Odhranos called out about Irenic’s size. “Yes he is, and can be lumpy too, so got to pounce on and squish out the lumps.” She was joking of course, why try to make those abs go away? Any girl would love to watch those. She did her spell, and waited to see what Irenic would feel or say, not sure if it would cause more problems for him or not. Falling back onto the bed beside Irenic, she rubbed her head the room fuzzy. The memory had knocked her for a loop to say, “Maybe I shouldn’t try to get close to your mind again, saw how you managed to get to these lands. The runes in your wings, I just saw it happen. She helped you get here, which transported you here.” Shaking her head, taking Irenic’s hand gently. “I am going to tell you something, take it how you want. We were going to have a child together, we were engaged..” She cringed as she hoped not to hurt Odhranos’s feelings, pulling on the chain around her neck. Revealing the ring she gave him, “This was the ring you proposed to me with, we got engaged after we found out we were to have a child. You even moved in with me in my ranch, turned the spare room into a nursey for us. Was a wonderful surprise, I was about eighteen weeks along, we had just started feeling the child move in my stomach too. You even got to feel it. Well I had some company over, Mihael and Sebias. They got into a fight in the living room, I got tossed through the wall in the living room out the other side in the kitchen. It broke my arm, and we lost the baby. Half my house was burned down, that is what you came home too. I was buried under some of the dry wall, so even if you looked for me you wouldn’t had found me easily. I was told you took off, attacked the one that you believed to had killed myself and the child. He told me he killed you, but well looks like he didn’t. I want you to know I am sorry for not looking for you.”

Odhranos 's feelings weren't hurt, if anything he felt a wave of sorrow. He reached out to touch Artia's shoulder lightly, to convey his support. He met Irenic's eyes and if the avian payed attention, he would see a strong protective hint in the grey mage's gaze, a promise, to whatever hint of the man Irenic one was, that he would protect Artia. He dropped his gaze, letting Artia speak. This was important for her, it was no place of his to butt in.

Irenic kept his expression stoic and nodded after Artia was done explaining, "From what I understand Lady Dragana made it so I wasn't traceable and I was near death when she found me" But his gaze became sincere for a moment, "…. I wish you didn't remember loosing a child like I do… It's not fair you have to live with that by yourself…" He felt hot all of the sudden as if he was angry, but he couldn't understand why and his head started to hurt again, "I… Don’t feel so well…" Was the last thing his voice gruffed out before laying back and effectively passing out, not in a dangerous near death way, but almost like he's just asleep. It has been some time since he's been able to rest as the pain from the frost burn only got worse at night deterring his sleep. Possibly it was only caused from his connection to his master because maybe they were getting too close to answers as Irenic has said too much. While asleep his voice whispers out in words that aren't his own, "You must leave him here… I will come collect what is mine later… Don't wait up…"

Artia glanced at Odhranos when she felt him place a hand to her shoulder, he was a darling. Shaking her head, “Lady Dragana, that is Larewen…I know her. She did a very good job at making it so, and blocking all of your memories. I will be fine, I promise I have survived much, and will continue to survive even without you I would.” She watched him closely, and seeing him fall asleep she tucked the medicines and such up in his attire. Hearing the voice she sighed, “We need to meet Larewen, his medicine is needed he knows how to use it.” Standing up she moved up to Ikked, “I am leaving for the day, Larewen Dragana will be picking up Irenic. Let him rest, and she will collect him.” She knew too well the ways of necromancers due to dating one, who taught her how to click into her dark druid side more better. Looking to Odhranos, “I need to go for a walk..I really don’t want to be here when she collects him.” With that she turned and headed out for the day.

Odhranos nodded and let her leave. He would follow along in a moment or two, giving her a shoulder to lean on or a person to vent at, whichever she needed. He returned the white robes to their hanger and stood alongside Irenic's sleeping form before he departed. That smell again, parchment, wildlands and honeysuckle, he couldn't pin down the source. Shaking his head, he patted the sleeping avian's shoulder once. "Merry meet Irenic. I hope we meet again." He murmured, before he strode out, nodding to the healers politely as he followed in Artia's wake.

Mine Your Own Business

Cave

As you look around, you must squint your eyes to depict anything about this place. As you glide your hands across the cave walls, you notice that it is very damp, and can also hear water dripping onto the floor. There seems to be some glittering mineral in the wall. This would be a great place to mine. However, the area here looks as if it is not as rich in minerals as the continuation of the cave, which must have been recently excavated. The walls here still have a fresh dusting of some minerals on them however, it doesn't look to be as valuable as the shimmering from the north. There must be some kind of light coming from a small hole in the middle of that area. There is a sign here that says 'Warning. Rockslides may occur while mining, do so at your own risk.' Further north is the rest of the cave, and you believe the warning would hold true for the rest of the cave as well. To the west is a path that leads to a kingdom of sorts, probably the Kingdom of the Dwarves.

Artia Artia had switched to a leather corset with lavender lace top, and wore black cotton pants even wore her black leather boots to mine in. After a long walk she rented a pick axe, and went to work swinging the axe as hard as she could to find riches in the mines.

Irenic was already there in a darkened corner of the mines and he could almost feel the witch's presence and that headache returns, but he ignores that fact. Silvery optics look over his shoulder at the human while she mines, but averts them quickly as he didn't want to stare at someone who felt like a stranger to him. His black cloak gets tossed aside as it wasn't helping with keeping him cool while working this night and some dirt accenting his high cheek bones and creasing into his crows feet at his temples. Irenic lifted his shirt off too as he still felt too warm and it suddenly felt warmer in the caves now; oh yeah… Attraction. His abs and back muscles rippling under the tattoo pattern which spreads over tawny skin while he goes back to working.

Artia thought she be alone this late at night, but she heard some rustling sounds coming from deeper in the caverns. Moving deeper as her eyes adjusted, just in time to see him toss his shirt off. Clearing her throat she had to remind herself he isn't her Irenic anymore..this is a stranger in his body. Breath...but her cheeks filled with blushing as she couldn't help but to travel her eyes along his form. Clearing her throat loudly, as she crossed her arms underneath her large chest. Which just made her breast push up more in the top, making them look to almost burst out of it. "Fancy seeing you here!"

Irenic glanced her over again, but continued to work, "Yeah…" A soft grunt from that gruff voice as he strikes some more gems out the cavern wall. "I mean, it's a pretty common place, no?" He shifted one of his marvelous wings from eye sight while he threw a glance behind him again before, grunt, strike. Every strike of the wall caused all of his muscles to twitch and he was making quite impressive progress to the wall showing no mercy.; possibly working out some frustrations on it, but everyone has issues. Though he didn't advertise it, he did notice her efforts to show off her assets which only made his head hurt more. Grunt, strike, as he wipes some sweat from his brow and gave himself a little break while trying to mask the fact he was rubbing at his temple, "Why would you need to do such work as this? Won't Odd Man do that for you?" He blinked a few times as he didn't know why he substituted the man's name, which he knew, with another.

Artia had moved to swing her own axe, until he started swinging his. Her jaw dropped slightly, not many were built like Irenic. "Uh..yup. And first place we met too. Just didn't expect someone or anyone to be here this late." Once he took his break she sighed, 'thank gods' she didn't know if she should've watched but she couldn't stop. she started to swing the axe, each hit her breast would bounce. For a human and a female her arms were well toned, not a lot of muscle but a average amount. When he spoke, she froze turning to look to him. "Odhranos is asleep, and I couldn't sleep so I am working off some energy. Plus he went wandering somewhere, he does that." She chuckled, "Odd man, that's the best you could do?" She picked at him.

Irenic was very easy at reading people as it was something a knight had training for and still imprints on his personality. "Hmm… You can't sleep? And your boyfriend is alseep, but wondered off somewhere?" His speculating gaze spots those cyan ones locked on him, but he made no effort to shy away from her, he didn't care where she looked. "So, is he sleepwalking?" A familiar smirk exposes crowded white teeth as he declines to dignify her last question with an answer, he didn't understand why he felt the need to nickname the man, but he wasn't apologizing for it either, "Well… I wasn't corrected m'lady." He turns and leans himself against a boulder letting those ivory masses rest on either side of it while his slightly slouched position deepen the valleys his abdomen muscles make and he doesn't realize it, but his eyes squint a little from the headache which was intensifying.

Artia rolled her eyes, "I meant he wandered off and would be sleeping by now. It's like clock work, moon rises high in the sky he is out cold. So he is sleeping somewhere, and I don't know where. He wanders around, loves to travel." She watched his slouch and what it did, almost swooning at it. Until she noticed the eye squint, moving to stand in front of him. only a finger distance between them, "Irenic, come closer." When he did her thumbs would go to his temples sending away the headache with the relief spell she gave him from before.

Irenic did was she requested and leaned in closer, offering up her favorite scent and locking his silver optics to her cyan ones. Once her spell starts to work on him she got rushed with another memory… She would be filled with a sudden sense of isolation, but mostly determination while her surroundings transform into a place which looks like the most opulent castle she might have ever set foot in, figuratively of course. She would be peering into a mirror at first, but with Edlin's face, young, still strikingly handsome, short groomed hair and no scars, no crows feet. He was starring at an old scar his collar from noble knight garb covers up, vampire bites, a scowl… Still what a handsome scowl (scary and arousing at the same time) before another Avian walked in. She would hear an argument between them and a struggle until there was a fist fight… Edlin wins in the end with the prize being life… Stuffing the body away… The thrill of getting away with such a deed… But there was no guilt from it, just a sharper determination…. Irenic takes a deep breath as the headache dissipates for now, "Do people pay you for these things?" His face was still pretty close to the enchantress' and she might feel the gentle warmth of his breath on her own lips as he asked his question with eyes still piercing into her's.

Artia :: As soon as his scent hit her nose, the visual started into her mind. She saw Irenic young, and beautiful still. Then the horrible fight, she cringed as her head started to hurt badly, she wasn't meant to see visions like this. But the vision aroused her, making her offer a soft moan biting her bottom lip. She felt the emotion, his thrill of the kill. Snapping out of it as his voice brought her back, she must had brought him closer to her face during the vision as she didn't realize how close he was. Whispering to him, almost sensual especially when she said his name. "Irenic, they do but I give them free for you. As you have had a rough time lately, like the Frost bite medicines I waved the bill."

Irenic felt himself swallow hard at their lingering closeness as his gaze drifts over her facial features as if trying to imprint every one of them into his brain, he hadn't realized it , but his hand was gently toying at a crimson curl, how soft her hair was in his rough hands, but he had to stop himself for he didn't think that was appropriate behavior and he gently cleared his throat, "Appreciated… Was there something else?" He asked to the continued closeness, maybe there was more to her trick, he didn't know, but she smelled pretty and was pretty and he just-just… Just needs to remember his place and keep it short…

Artia cleared her throat, but couldn't pull away as much as her brain told her too. Feel his hand reach up to play with her hair, almost made her coo. Her weakness to make her stay still, play with her hair. Her eyes stared into his silver like ones, "I uh, another vision of your past. These headache I believe are memories trying to resurface. I think you are safe as long as I can help relieve you of hit." Her hands moved back along his hair, massaging his scalp with her finger tips.

Irenic felt her soft skin under his touch as his hand moved to caress along her jawline and stop to hold her chin in his thumb and he nearly went for a kiss, but stopped… Slowly pulled his face back and gently wrapped his hands around her forearms so he may place them back at her sides. "What did you see?" He scooted back on the boulder a little to offer some distance since it seemed they we magnets at the moment trying to push and pull each other. He wrapped both of his hands around the handle of his pick axe until his knuckles go white as he was forcing himself to stay put and keep his hands to himself.

Artia slightly closed her eyes, feeling his hand move along her jawline, nearly losing herself to him. Clearing her throat as he grabbed her arms to place them at her sides. Her chest moving up and down quickly, her breathing picked up as well her heart. "I.." She had to take her own step back from him, crossing her arms tightly to keep her arms from pulling him into them. "I saw you, young pretty young. You got in a fist fight with a girl, and killed her. You were excited..and.." She licked her lips slowly as her face flushed, signifying she thought he was very well...handsome. "So, you killed someone, enjoyed it. Your older self, you enjoyed killing. You even followed an avian here to kill her so you could take the kingdom she belonged too. That's why you were in these lands, so now you know."

Irenic blinked a couple times in an awkward silence, but he wasn't surprised, "Is that something you liked about me?" His question might sound as if he was judging her, but he was just genuinely confused as to how someone could even like someone so violent. His grip started to relax on the pick axe now before his gaze fell to the floor, "I have all of these old tendencies that are so proper and noble seeming… But from what people tell me… I don't think I was actually all that great… What about the first vision, you didn't really elaborate that one and I assumed it was because of your lover being present…" His silvery optics eventually make their way back to her face.

Artia laughed, "No, I love you because of who you really were. Not some ruthless lunatic, when I gave you the potion to forget her you shown your true self. But even before that you were a huge tease and flirt, made it so hard for me to not want you." She caught her words, "When I loved you, not love you. These tendencies you feel, are the sides I pulled out of you. When we fell in love and had a child on the way you changed, you went good and less chaotic. You even fought in a war at my side. But grabbed me up off the ground and took me home as you thought it was getting to dangerous." His next question..and the way he looked at her, she turned around so her back as too him. She was already heated up, and didn't need to see him look at her so. "He wasn't my lover yet, and he knows I'll say what ever I want with who ever around. Can't restrain or tell me what to do, I am unbridled." She reached up and pulled her hair over to her shoulder, toying with it. Revealing the curve of her hourglass figure as from behind her hair hide it, and her nicely round ass. "You tortured the female that put ruins on your wings, in order for you to travel. You slowly killed her while making her mark you. Odhranos fears you and the possibility of losing me."

Irenic liked what he saw when she turned around, but averted his gaze again while she talked about him… Some who he felt didn't exist anymore and for some reason his menacing gruff tone asked her, "How did that make you feel? Knowing what I knew and feeling what I felt in those moments?" It was like he was trying to coax a darker side of her out, it's almost like he knew she would say she felt as powerful as he did in those moments, drunk with power even? His stare narrowed a little bit with a coldness to them as he said something he didn't realize he had already repeated to her, "I don't compete with people… I won't be trying to take you from him…" He seemingly leans back some time accenting those abs again as something comes out of his mouth he wasn't meaning to say, "If you leave the poor bastard on your own then it's on you." After a small awkward silence he dully offers, "That was uncalled for…" He still can't bring himself to apologize for the nasty things he says.

Artia turned around, slightly using her shoulder blades to lean against the wall while her hips stuck outwards. "Made me miss my old self at the moment, my old self was an assassin. I use to torture people too, and never stopped learning curses.I felt the power, and wanted more." He succeeded in bringing out a pinch of her darker side, one which Odhranos had not seen or knew existed yet. "You've never competed with anyone, and when it comes to you there is no competition." She stopped herself before she would say anything else, "I've never left anyone for another person, and not starting now." She spat out in reply at him, witty as always. Then she burst into laughter, turning around to face him now. "It kinda was, yes." She couldn't help but to laugh some more.

Irenic's impulse on her took over and he stood up slowly letting the pick axe fall to the cavern floor, slow stalking steps echoing against the cavern walls and shrinking the space between them while his purposeful stare goes right through her… He'd show her just how she shouldn't challenge him so. Like they have done before, he wouldn't stop until she was against the wall and his body heat was radiating against her, "So… If I were to say my headache was starting to come back… You'd help me relieve it again?" That wicked smile twists his handsome face up in evil while his neck was bent down to look at her while pressed to her form.

Artia watched the pick axe fall, lifting a brow at him as she moved up to her. "Irenic.." She spoke out, putting her hands up in a way to tell him to stop. Which only made her stand up and move till her back was against the caverns wall. Her hands resting gently on his chest, his body felt so warm and inviting. His scent at such close proximity ruptured her, looking up at him. "Yes, i-" She stuttered as he pressed his body against her's, "I would. But it shouldn't be back yet." The way he looked at her had her heart racing, and her body temperature to rise up. Leaving her face flushed, hands closing into fist fighting the urge to wrap her arms around him.

Irenic sneers with a low chuckle which vibrates his chest cavity, "Yes, you what?" His palms flatten on the wall behind her with each muscular arm on each side of her to which accompany ivory hypnotic wings, "You want to see what I used to see? How powerful I am? You like it! I can see it every time you try to shake off each memory something in it makes you want more… Am I right… Artia?" The way he turned her name into something perverse would remind her of the old Irenic, but he corrects her, "My name is, Edlin… Those are the memories you are seeing… Edlin Courier…"

Artia toes curled in her boots at the way he chuckled, biting her bottom lip trying to contain herself. But those walls were starting to crash as each hand rested at either side of her, caging her in against him. "You are right, but I enjoy seeing them not only because the power I feel from them. But I learn more about you then you ever got to tell me. So what I like the feel of power?" She couldn't ignore the way he said her name, and then his own. Her hands snaking up to his shoulders as much as her short height compared to his could reach. Leaning her face against his to were her nose rest against his, her eyes burning into his. "Okay Edlin Courier." Slowly she pulled her face back away from his, fighting with herself to pull herself together.

Edlin gently pulled himself from the shaken and confused woman as he felt his old self to begin returning. No memories, but the feeling of being a complete bastard to anyone and everyone for his personal gain… Or rather Lady Dragana's gain… "How about next time I acquire a headache you'll be the first I try." His gaze looks her up and down as if undressing her, "A shame really." He tsks with a shake of the head and moves to adorn his black cloak back on and black armor. "How about you go find that human, wouldn't want him sleeping in a venerable place, now would we?" He passes the Enchantress on his way out and his thumb holds her chin gently and demands her attention, "Until next time… Artia." His eyes narrow in her gaze when he said her name.

Artia felt herself being pulled towards her darker side, as if a child was dragged by her hair and tossed into darkness. Her body felt cold the instant he pulled away, an involuntary whimper escaped her. "No problem with helping with your aches and pains, it's what I do." Her hands reached behind her, grabbing on to the wall as he looked at her in such a sultry way. "What is a shame?" She watched him gather his attire, her grip tighten till her knuckles were white. "I won't go hunting him down, if he wants to be beside me he can be. I don't force anyone to stay." With his hold on her chin, 'damn, don't let go of the wall' she said to herself. Turning her head out of his grasp, "See you around, Edlin."

Edlin grabs on the woman's jaw a little more dominant now with his palm now pressed gently on her neck bringing his face close to her's again with that usual menacing chuckle, "Don't be that way now." Edlin traces a finger over her chest barely touching her as he explains, "A shame I don't remember how I got the good while the getting was good… You see.. I've been castrated," Some of the vowels nearly bringing their lips to meet, but it was on purpose to tease and then that chuckle again. "SO!... Heh… You might want to stay with your Odd-Man." He bites in his own lower lip before releasing her now a little more abruptly. And with that he tittered a wave with his long digits and flew from the caves.

Another Stroll Down Memory Lane

Botanical Garden

The Gardens at the Enchanted Forest offer a delightful place to spend or waste time at, an excellent place to learn new plants and provide an opportunity to learn about what each floral has to offer in anyway. Whether it is for healing, comfort, or for a loved one to enjoy. The gardens range from formal to informal and contain everything from trees to shrubs, annuals and perennials and everything else you can imagine. And while variety is the consistent theme, the one thing you can always count on is that there is always something blooming at the Botanical Gardens of Larket. More than 9,000 different plant lives in the collections, some of the main collections include hydrangea, beech, redbud, Lenten rose, viburnum, Magnolia and dogwood just to name a few. In front of each plant life resides a label of the name and uses for each. Each different plants are divided into different gardens, some even in very large greenhouses. The Botanical gardens first garden come up to is the Kitchen Garden displays of archers and rows of collection of vegetables, herbs and tropicals. From heirloom tomatoes to a gourd-covered Arbor, this is a favorite for a chef or a housewife. Or even a perfect place for a healthy snack. Next, you come unto the Cultural garden contains plants designed to give the feel of an alpine environment and includes plants from such widely spread climes as the Sage forest, Xalious mountains and Rynvale salty island and about everything in between. In order to give some of these plants a fighting chance in a Larket climate, most of the soil in the garden was removed and replaced with granite grit and coarse sand to provide excellent drainage – drainage that is essential, especially for the cold-hardy succulents from the Southwest. For the colder climate of Frostmaw, there is a large greenhouse enchanted inside for a light snowfall. Few inches of snow on the floor to help the temperature stay low, winter berries grow abundant as well any other plant. Almost seeming to have taken a step directly into Frostmaw, without the hard travel. Next door is the green house that is like the other a mimic copy of a part of the lands, a desert even some lizards from the desert run free here. As a few more greenhouses are planters with weeping hornbeams to gravel beds of hardy succulents this is one of the more varied plantings at the Botanical Gardens, some for exotic fruits to grow year round in the present city-state of Larket. Behind the green house displays is a perfect place for hikes, picnics and wasting time. Delightful place for a quiet walk among one of the best tree and shrub collections. Extensive collections of dogwoods, fruit trees and more offer a constant round display. Many specimens are mature examples of some varieties that are from all over the warmer climates close to Larket's. From spring flowers to summer foliage, fall foliage and fruit and winter bark and form, there is always something beautiful to see in the Botanical Gardens.

The druidic witch needed a walk, and it she went to walk the trail. Royal blue lace bodice, with round neck, no v-neck like most of her gowns staying modest at the top. The skirt itself like most her gown are made of silk giving her gown a metallic like shine to it, tiny crystals stitched in along the skirt catching lights to add extra glimmer presentations. The gown is sleeves, the lace embroidered. The back left open in a keyhole design, showing off her tattoo along the golden flesh. The length of the gown was down to her ankles, with crystalline heels making the witch a six foot even. The heels alone mirror off the surroundings. Hair was curled into long waves left down, cascading along the hourglass form. Stopping she bent over, taking off her heels leaning her back against a tree. She worn her bikini underneath the dress, just in case she decided on swimming. Left hand raised to pull the ring irenic gave her from between her chest that she kept on a platinum chain.

Irenic swung off his black cloak with a chill in his gaze, his wound on his side fully healed now leaving only a pale hand print in it's wake and he can finally get stronger like Lady Dragana told him to do. Large ivory wings reflecting hues of pearl and silver in the slivers of waning sunlight through the trees and his long sword slowly unsheathed. He hadn't realized the nearby witch yet and his long sword slices into a wild boar with brilliant precision. His muscles seem to tense in tandem with his wings and its nearly like a dangerous dance when he started to move towards his next victim. His light brown locks falling into view to which he doesn't care to smooth out of his sight. His elongated pointy ears pick out the sounds of something shifting through the gardens and his attention was stolen to Artia's direction. He swiftly made his way to where she was and came around the tree, tattoos over tawny skin poking in rippling muscles on his torso while some poor animal's blood glistens in the dim forest light. He doesn't bother sheathing his bloodied sword, but it's lowered, "Well, we meet again…."

Artia had not noticed someone near by, the sun was setting over the tree line making shadows grow all around them. She was rubbing the ball of her foot while her other hand had started to undo the back of her dress. Startled from deep thought on potions and curses, she slowly looked up. Noticing each way each muscle flexed and moved with his breath, clearing her throat. "Must you neglect a shirt?" She then took in the fact he was holding a bloodied sword, "What and who have you killed or wounded?" She turned her head so her eyes would stop seeking his.

Irenic chuckled while the tip of his sword catches in her necklace with the ring on it while his silver eyes stare down at it attempting to find something familiar in it, but fails. He shrugs at her first question while one hand sheathed his blade before the other wiped down his glistening torso causing sweat to mix with blood. That wicked smirk comes over him exposing those white yet crowded teeth, "No one or nothing important… Yet." His gaze was connected with her's until she turned her head causing his brow to quirk. His voice deepens a little more to that usual menacing gruff tone, "If you really want I can get my cloak back on… Is -that- what you want?" His wicked smirk remained all the while and he finally does it, he smoothed his graying hair back

Artia smirked, he wanted to taunt her fine. She can play the same game, causing a strap to fall off her shoulder revealing almost all of her breast on the side it fell from. But when the sword raised up to seem to rip the chain from her neck she side stepped quickly. Looking upon him, a glint of rage in her eyes. "It is mine, you gave it to me and you will not can not have it back!" Her hands balled into a fist, he struck a nerve rather well. With a huff she moved to leaned right back against the tree, her hands raising to smear the blood along his sweat. Trying to hide the growing smile upon such plump lips, "too late now, I've already seen and danced with the devil by touching you. You should not be a magnet to me."

Irenic guffaws causing the abs under her touch to poke out against her palms in allowing her to help make more of a mess of it. "I don't want that thing you can keep it I suppose." His brow again quirks at her and her hands still on his abdomen, "Would Oddhands approve of this, Artia?" Her name was sharp on his tongue and he made it sound like she was in trouble with the way his tone seemed to command her attention. Irenic twirls one of her stands in his fingers before gently pulling it down to watch it only bounce back in place. His manner and lack of backing away accessorized showed he didn't care what her boyfriend would think and he was only teasing her.

Artia laughed, looking up into his eyes. "What am I doing so wrong, Irenic or are you Edlin at the moment? I am only playing with the blood you wiped on yourself. I'm not kissing, I'm not cupping your balls in my hand or my mouth." Her eyes searched his face, the smile she tried not to have escaping making her whole beauty even more. "Did you just get blood in my hair? Not like could tell, my hair wouldn't really show it. we are friends and that is it..just no more head aches allowed we seem to almost get too carried away."

Irenic didn't exactly know how to answer her question on what to call him, "Just call me whatever you want. Some choose Irenic and others choose Edlin." His chuckle ripples under her touch again seeing as she still hadn't bothered to move her hands. He scoffs moving back from her a bit, "-We- don't get carried away, you do. You get carried away because you -like- the way my memories make you feel." His head was starting to hurt again, but she seems unwilling to help, so nothing goes to bring notice towards his uncomfort.

Artia shook her head, "No you corrected me last time to call you Edlin. So which is it you feel being called?" The chuckle made her dig her nails in, taking a step back herself. "I like tell memories, but I also use to give myself to you. I use to know every inch of you, how every inch tasted on my lips. How it felt to feel your lips on mine, now the power of your memories is what I like. it almost reminds me of i need to work harder on myself." She moved to drop her dress from her form, pulling the hair pins out of her hair. Shaking and rubbing her head as she had the comfort of it being fully down. Causing a few lock to stick along her visage looking into his eyes, brushing them off. She turned slowly, moving to stand knee deep in the water.

Irenic shrugs again, "What's in a name really. You can call me a bastard for all I care." He followed into the water and started to rinse the blood off his sword and torso area. "Well… I -am- starting to get a headache if you want to give it another go." His smirk shown again as he refrained from pulling his gaze from the sword he was cleaning turning the water a muddy color. He even neglected to remove his pants and she may be able to guess why, he told her last time how this distraction was taken from him and was mainly a position to hold where he cannot procreate and have more distractions.

Artia looked over at him, Bending over splashing water up his way. "Be good, don't press against me and I'll get rid of the head ache. Not like last time, okay? Last time was..." She wouldn't say, she shouldn't. "Just not again. Okay?" She didn't care he had no man-goods, her heart wouldn't care either. But honestly her heart was getting torn, and she knew it would only get worse. moving out of the water she sat on the grass keeping her feet in the water. "When done with that, sit or lay beside me so I can help you."

Irenic slowly inched closer while he asked her, "Last time was what?" His voice a little commanding yet playful at the same time. He tossed his longsword down on the ground next to her before sitting on the opposite side of that, trying to be good at least for now. He would lean into her so she may do as she usually does and she might think at first he was going in for a kiss the way his smoldering eyes would connect with hers own cyan ones.

Artia toes curled when he moved up to her, shaking her head. He still had the charm, and that alone was deadly. Leaning away slightly, brushing her hands along his head. "Sometimes I wish you knew how much I loved you. Also I came up with a way, if I see your memories, you will get a glimpse but not the full memory. it might or might not work." She kissed his cheek, and closed her eyes as she began working her magic into his mind to relieve any pains.

Irenic only softly chuckled this time, "Lets do it then." He knows that saying could be taken anther way and that was what he found to be a little humorous about it. Once she started her mind would be whisked away into Edlin's past again there was a vampire chamber maid chained to a wall pleading to he let go or Lady Brennia will be cross with her and something inside you stirs at the name, loathing, hate whichever it may be you obviously don’t like this Lady Brennia very much. The vampire was gorgeous, was everyone on this island this stunning, even the help was pretty. A hard slap was given to the vampire help by you and it made you feel powerful, "You (expletive)(another creative expletive). Tell me. What about her tattoos…" The woman spits a wad of blood on the dungeon floor, "It's not just that… She's a bard, NO one is supposed to know if this Edl-" Another slap to the other side and Edlin lowers his face to her, "How dare you filth even attempt to say my name, you do not have the privilege, WENCH!" But the information of someone being born with such power scares you… You feel nervous for the first time, "Wait… She doesn't even know?" The vampire woman shakes her head, "She isn't allowed to know. Not even of the artefeciem tatu that did her art work. He's been hung for his crime." Edlin is growing impatient and goes to choke the woman but he's held back by another Avian, not as tall as him, but quite the looker with bright blue eyes and nearly white blonde hair, "Edlin! You can't sent her back with marks this time. Brennia is getting suspicious." A hard punch was thrown at the pretty boy's face from Edlin, "(Expletive) off!" The vampire interrupts, "The Smyths had the books burned! The only ingredients I know were used are squid ink and enchanted maple… The runes lay dormant for now…" Edlin wasn't able to understand any of the dream as he was only getting bits and pieces of it, but it may even be hard for anyone to understand as their accent's were thick (french sounding) he was starting to help Quillon release the vampire, "Quillon, wait…" The woman said and Edlin feels like choking her again, such rage and passion this man has, anyway. "It's all of that on top of the Smyth Awakening. The family keeps that shrouded as well… You cannot kill her after that, the power she is potential of possessing wont let you…" She chuckles and Edlin does start to choke the woman with great force and it's difficult for Quillon to get him to stop, but he eventually does shoving the woman free and telling her to run…

Artia felt the rush of the vision which she got pulled into, she felt as if she was him. Each time he moved to strike the vampire, her lips moved closer to Irenic which seemed more dangerous then the vision. Glimpses on and off of the vision was sent to Irenic not enough to make sense, only enough to make him.feel the strength and power. The rage she felt made her bite her lip. Feeling Quilon making Irenic get off the vampire sparked rage in her, making her hands gripping Irenic hair tightly. Slowly the vision left her mind, sighing gently. Not knowing what she just done, yet.

Irenic smirked wickedly as his gruff voice repeated his question, "Would Oddhands Approve of this, Artia?" Again her name ringing out like she was some little kid getting into trouble and near to getting a spanking. He didn't shy away and he didn't advance a move as they were leaned over the sword he tried to keep between them. She was liking the darkness and finding power in his visions, she liked being as powerful as him and they both knew she was darkening, if not for the first time than again.

Artia gently opened her eyes, seeing how close she was. A pout of lips away from their lips connecting, which would be hard to keep her from stopping. Jerking back so fast she fell to her back, leaning up on her elbows. "Approve of what? And I told you to behave, next time no putting your face close. I can't seem to control myself when the visions hit. Which is aggravating in its own that I am left open for anything. So, did it work you see any glimpse feel anything?"

Irenic wouldn't let her back up on her elbows after she jerked herself away and fell backward, he was atop her and their faces so close again and its seems like he was going to kiss her the way he does as usual where he takes in every features of the woman with his eyes as if he'll never see it again until that gaze goes gold. He stand up rather mechanically and lifts his sword and with a mighty whoosh he takes off into the now night skies as if he's never even been there only leaving his black cloak as proof.

A Piece To Someone Else's Puzzle

Red Ogre Inn

You are surprised to say the least when you enter this room. From the outside, the Inn looked friendly, but a bit run down and certainly nothing like this. A marble counter is at the opposite end of the room, behind it a middle aged, cheerful looking man stands. He has a guest book, bound in red leather in front of him, and a peacock quill in his hand. A giant stands next to the counter, most likely to carry your bags and to dispose of any troublemakers. Lavish red carpets furnish the marble floor, and gleaming white pillars support the roof. Lining every wall are long luxurious couches with expensive looking polished metal armrests. Scattered all around the inn are small circular tables with marble tabletops around which are well-crafted wooden chairs. These tables have been placed at a decent distance from others allowing a comfortable sense of privacy for those sitting and conversing at them. Some of the chairs are empty but many are filled with patrons of the inn and a few locals who have popped in for a drink or meal. A few potted plants are placed around to add a bit more color. To the east, through two large mahogany doors, is the paved road.

Artia had no one around and been bored the sunbathing was nice ordering out too. But the Apothecary wanted to get out for a bit, wearing a simply silk wrap gown. No shoes leaving her the five foot seven height, as she walked along the path she thanked a few flowers as she picked them and promised to bring a gift later for the gift they gave her. Opening the door to the inn, she ordered the usual. A whiskey and bisuit, sitting down at a corner table the witch began to braid her long dark strawberry blonde hair placing daisies along the braid.

Irenic stalks in with booted feed echoing on he empty Inn floor before wiping the dirt on the red carpets, uncaring of dirtying up the lavish place. He's never good with taking in his surroundings and looking for familiar occupants when entering establishments, but nonetheless makes his way to the front desk to have a separate conversation with the nice man behind the counter; seems the Avian misplaced his cloak. An expletive was elicited as he was informed his item was not there in the lost and found. He starts to unbutton the emerald cuffs to his black button-up shirt to which accent the emerald and black stripped tie; which is also loosened. It seems he hadn't changed out of his semi-formal attire from the other night at the coronation of the Queen of Frostmaw.

Artia ’s skin felt like something crawling underneath it the moment Irenic walked in, hearing his voice she shuddered. The barkeep glanced between the two, shrugging he moved with Artia’s order to her table. “Thank you Thomas, you are letting me pay this time.” As she reached for her coin purse, Thomas walked off. Looking up she sighed heavily, “Stubborn man!” She hollered to him, which made him chuckle. She looked upon the avian, knowing it to be Irenic, it was hard not to notice him anywhere. Clearing her throat she brought the braid back around to cascada along her chest, picking a piece of biscuit off, popping it into her mouth.

Irenic tilted his head a bit at the sound of the woman and once his silvery gaze took her in his wicked smirk shown again. "Hello there…" He invited himself to the stool or seat next to her, even scooting it closer possibly causing their knees to graze against each other, "You wouldn't happen to have a black cloak in your possession now would you?" He snaps off his sheathed long sword from his hip and places the end of the sheath on the floor to fold his hands atop the hilt and his sharp chin atop those. Still such a long sword was easily accessed by the man's height and for once his hair wasn't flapping into view as it does seeing as it was still remarkably slicked back.

Artia arched a brow at Irenic, keeping her eyes on the plate in front of her to not fall for his games again like last time. “I have one of your old ones at the ranch, other then the one you left while messing with me so hard while I was trying to help you with your headache. It is also at the ranch as I washed it and fixed any snags that you put in it.” She grabbed the whiskey and shot it back, she needed a drink when he was around.

Irenic let out a low gruffy chuckle through his crowded teeth and kept on smirking at her, watching her change in demeanor around him, "I haven't t he foggiest what you are insulating young lady." He mocks an innocent smile which creases some wrinkles in his face before returning to his usual smirk, "So, do you want me to follow you to your home…" A quirk of a scared brow here, "Or would you rather me wait here while you fetch it?" It couldn't be certain, but she probably doesn’t want this newly realized Edlin to know where she lives.

Artia sighed, taking her last two shots. Picking up the half ate biscuit with her, “I probably won’t be coming back here if I go all the way to the ranch, I’ll just got to the stables. So, come on.” Before she left she grabbed a pitcher of water, and crumbling the biscuit up in her other hand. Moving up to the door, waiting for him to open it, “Open the door please, my hands are full.” Once and if he did unless Thomas beat him to it, she would move outside begin to pour water on the plants she took the flowers from. Tossing the crumbled bread out into the grass for nearby birds to feed on, walking quickly once she did so to her home.

Irenic stood as she did to hitch the weapon back to his form and if it was chivalry she wanted it was met with sarcasm as he made a grand gesture of it and bowing deeply to await her to exit. He didn't mind what she was doing, didn't ask questions, just walked on behind her keeping an eye on said behind with a perverse smirk. Once the ranch came into view he started to feel the headache and it only got worse as he follows her inside if he were in fact welcome. The more he would look around to the place he recently spent so much time the worse he head would feel…

Artia's Ranch

Once you enter this ranch styled home you are greeted by a large foyer. Floors are layed with cherry wood planks, further into the foyer resides a grand pearl fire place. Once you leave the foyer, to the left is a large living room with book shelves along the walls. The books are full of different spells, potions and other magic topic books, some on different races of creatures within the land. This room would be a book worms heaven. Varies soft leather couches fill this room, wide windows are full in the walls. With cream curtains, and silver rope holding the curtains open. An cream color door is in the far left of the room. Within the room has lion fur blanket infront of the king size bed, the walls are painted varies greens and browns. With French doors leading outside. Upon leaving this room heading out to the foyer, going the other way you enter into a wood burning stove kitchen. The counter top is on its own island with granite tops, and a basket full of fresh variety fruits. Beside the fruit basket resides clean wine glasses accompanying wine bottles. Brass candle chandelier hangs directly above the island. Opposite side of the kitchen stands a large Bay window with a four person glass top table. Heading back out the foyer, you spot a secret door beside the grand pearl fire place, moving into the master bedroom the floor is enchanted to look like grass. The walls are painted with crimson until you look at the east wall, which is decorated with rocks and living plants at the corner of the floor is a natural spring, used like a hot tub would. Beside the spring across the room resides a four post cherry king size canopy bed. Looking back to where you entered could see the grand pearl fire place which turned out to be two sided. This room as well has its own French doors to exit outside.

Artia waited, letting him in first once she unlocked the door. Once he moved inside she closed the door, not locking it though. She noticed how his posture changed, and sighed. “Headache again? It’s because the you, you use to be lived here. You did a lot of cooking in the kitchen, the spare room you moved it as a nursey. We spent a lot of time in the hot spring and in front of the fire place enjoying each other company, so I think I need to get you your stuff and let you step back out before that turns into a migrane unless you plan to look around and see if you remember anything.” She quickly moved to her room, pulling out a large wooden box full of different and all colors of crystals. Grabbing an Aurora-borealis crystal pendant on chain, moving back up to him, “This is a Aurora-borealis crystal pendant on chain: Used to help awaken spirit guides or put into spiritual awareness, guide to reveal true self. Also used to store memories for use at a later time, so this should help memories easier to come to you and not always transfer to me.” Then she disappeared off to the living room more like library, bending over the couch grabbing three cloaks. “Your cloaks are back here. I can grab the rest of your stuff for you if you like.”

Irenic was uncharacteristically muted through her explanations as he was distracted by slowly making his away through her home and looking at objects; some taking longer than others. He in fact did start to get a migraine. A grunt came from him as he plopped down onto the couch she had bent over taking his cloaks in hand. He hears her question, but squints as if the sound hurt him and the lights hurt him, this was one of the worst headaches he's had since waking back up. "I uh… You can keep it…" His entire hand able to wrap around the woman's forearm with a semi-tight grip he grunts out, "Help me…" It felt as if someone were trying to split his skull open with a hammer and metal stake-like thing.

Artia plopped back down beside him as he grabbed her forearm, “Not again…” She shook her head and made her way to quickly place the necklace on him, tugging the crystal underneath his shirt so it touched his flesh directly. “Lay your head on my lap, you are too tall to me like this and it is not safe to stand when this happens between us.” She grabbed ahold of his shirt tugging him to lay his head on her lap, maybe rough if she had to to get this large male positioned right. Once he was on her lap, her thumbs rubbed his temples. “Close your eyes, focus on the crystal so maybe this works for both of us, maybe you will see even if a slither of memory from this place.” Closing her own eyes she leaned her head back, keeping er face away from his own. As before the white sparks of light moved into his flesh, but very strong this time as her emotions were running high.

Irenic did as she wished. :: Edlin was with Quillon once again, let's take a moment to take in the brilliance of this Avian's stark white wings nearly glowing in the dead of night at the Eerylee Bog. Eldin was very displeased the marshy floors were mucking up his favorite boots, but onto why hey are here; "The itinerary dated back then showed this was on it. Where is this damn pixie village?!" Edlin grunts through gritted teeth and heavily (french-sounding) accent which was quickly hushed by his colleague and Edlin feels something sharp like a needle poking in his throat, "Aha!" His hand wraps around the body of a sword drawn Pixie offering a tight squeeze, "Take me to your leader pissant!" There was a lot of squirming coming from the creature and argument until they were finally taken into the area they asked for, but it was met with hostility from them. The Elder Sibling Pixie was who they sought once the highest order of the clan the Pixie telepathed, 'Last time your kind wondered in here the Elder Sibling before me went missing!' Edlin grinned wickedly offering a lie, "I'm here to help. What did this Avian look like?" The Pixie was still suspicious, but answered anyway, 'His skin was covered in a black pattern and much darker than yours. He had some sort of large golden scaley egg in his hands when he seemed he needed assistance from Elder Sibling. His hair was very thick and twisted into separate locks (ooc: dreadlocks) His wings were black, but kind of green too and kind of blue too. Very blue eyes. That’s all I remember…' Eldin couldn't even believe it himself… Artia may have already seen this man's face before, in a portrait, a portrait in Someone's wine cellar… He couldn't believe someone would do this to their own daughter. He couldn't even think of anything cruel to do at the moment, but just fly away with Quillon…

Artia ’s body jerked as the vision hit a bit harder than usual, the vision seemed to hit harder too. Maybe from the intensity of this headache this time, she blamed her recklessness to bring him somewhere with many memories. The fuzzy view soon materialized clearly in her third eye, in which all this took place for her. The man’s description and visual went perfect to the one in Brennia basement, her own father had done this to her. Her mouth started moving, describing the vision to a T with stuttering of her words fighting to get her voice out so Irenic would know what she saw. “Your best mate Quillon and you went to a pixie village…A sibling of the pixie you caught had gone missing with the avian that came before you. The avian that did was a King, who you killed for his kingdom. “ Shaking her head trying to pull herself out of the vision as she lifted her head upright, if she was done with the vision a slow trickle of blood escaped her right nostril. She wasn’t a seer, that was her sister but seemed she might been blessed with it too and the fact her body was so knew to this it wasn’t adjusting as fast as it should.

Irenic used the material of one of the cloaks in his arm to hold gently to the witch's bleeding nose. Her description meant nothing to him and all he could say was, "What a (expletive)ed up family." He felt loads better, but he didn't feel as wicked after this headache curing, "You can keep that one…" He offered meekly and asked something out of character for him, "Are you alright?" His gruff voice still offered no warmth, but that may not be entirely his fault. His black cloak was the one he wanted anyway and the one used for the witches nose seemed to belong more to irenic. His silvery gaze couldn’t move from the black cloak in his hands and only glances out the side to her briefly.

Artia blinked slowly as she looked over to him, not sure what to make of his gentle touch to help catch the blood from her nose. He was showing some kindness, and that was a bit unusual for the new Irenic. But none the less she accepted the kind gesture, placing her small hand to his that held the cloak to her nose. “Yeah, I am fine, my body is adjusting to this new side of me seeing visions. That is my sister’s department, but seems more stuff been coming to light that I can do lately. Sometimes it isn’t nice things at that either, guess being born from hatred will do that.” She offered a smile to him, “I figured I probably should keep this one, I can wash it and give it back to you. I use to use these for blankets until I felt I needed to stop sobbing and get a grip on myself." She felt it might be safe and patted his hand to move the cloak from her nose, “Why you keep glancing at me? Also the crystal helping you any?”

Irenic did in fact look pretty confused, it was unpredictable every time they experienced these visions, he either woke up from them feeling icky or felt like being a total dick. He stopped just glancing a full on stared at her, "Apologies, is this better?" And continued staring with those silver optics, "I am not sure, all I saw was a blur and mumbled voices… I'm not sure what any of this is supposed to mean, but all I can gather is that I've always been rather stubborn, still am apparently." He loosens the emerald tie further so he may unbutton the top of his shirt a bit seeing as now he was starting to feel a little hot around her again. He could never explain way, but we can just assume it was raw animalistic attraction.

Artia rubbed her hand gently along his cheek, “I am going to go get you some juice, and some for myself as I think I need to replinsh my body with. You can stay here or come with me, maybe think more on the mumbled voice. Maybe we can help with that, and figure what vision you saw that was blurry.” Slowly the witch stood up, stumbling slightly almost falling as her body went tense during this vision. Offering him a smile before she head off to the kitchen, grabbing a pint of the fresh squeezed orange juice, and tippy toeing to reach up into the cabinet grabbing two glasses. Sitting them down she poured the juice into them, turning she went back to where he was to offer him some juice.

Irenic felt he lost some sort of battle over his body and instincts kicked in. He stood instantly as he saw she was stumbling and helped her walk into her own kitchen, he would take the glasses down from the cabinet and hand them to her, again helping her back to the living area once the pouring of the juice was finished. "What I was trying to say that whatever you were describing I did see, but it was all just a blur and I couldn't understand the accent." He sighed softly. "I don't really enjoy these bump in's with you if they are this stressful on you. Then again I don't really care and you are pretty to look at." A shrug came from the avian as his sentiment was a bit 'pricky' but kind of cute at the same time.

Artia couldn’t help but shake her head, she wasn’t ready for him to show the kindness he was. Her made her heart ache, but she pushed it down deep down she didn’t need this distraction. But she had to laugh as they sat back down on the couch, she crossed her legs taking a long drink of the juice almost feeling instantly better. “I am only adjusting to my body accepting the visions, I will be fine really. But you probably shouldn’t care, might get attached to me.” She taunted him, rolling her large cyan eyes, “I am a mess today, didn’t wash my face this morning or enjoy breakfast just went right out in the same dress I slept in. Too lazy to put on my heels today even, so its cute today. Not pretty, but I know I am pretty. Like you know you are drop dead gorgeous, hah no pun intended maybe just a little.”

Irenic guffaws, "Fine, I will make sure to get even more headaches lady…" A scarred brow quirks at her again, "Attached to you eh?" He leans in close after her rejection of his compliment, "Say you are stunningly gorgeous, or else." It seemed some sort of odd threat, but he had a point to it as his hand was gently placed on her knee, their foreheads nearly touching and that silvery stare burning a hole right through her cyan ones… It was as if he was daring her to say the truth, but 'or else?' really guy? I wonder what kind of threat is that even… She could either abide, test him, or slap him… What a dangerous game he plays.

Artia laughed, “No let’s avoid your headache for the rest of the day, my own head needs a break.” She leaned back as he placed a hand to her knee, moving her legs away from his hand. When he merely put their forehead against the other, and even dared her. She smirked, placing a hand to his chest to push him back, “Okay, I am stunningly…ugly.” She took him up on the or else, her hand came up wanting to slap him silly for getting so close, but decided to use both hands on his chest to try and push him from her face. “Irenic..” Her voice came out as a soft whisper.

Irenic chuckles allowing her to easily push him away, "But you know it." Nudging her playfully it was almost the same set up as when he first arrived there and some odd deja-vu feeling came over him, like he's been there before and this has happened before. He all of the sudden felt like he was supposed to be leaving to search for something, but he usually gets a telepathic message from Lady Dragana first, but this… This wasn't the same. "I've…" His sentence continues, but it's mumbled and he doesn't even realize what he's saying and he stands up idly making his way to her door.

Artia stood up quickly, pulling him into a hug. "If you ever need a place to stay there is a cloud palace above my ranch. you can stay there from time to time of need too. Go enjoy your day. and have fun, I will be here rest the day I have work to do."

Irenic would chuckle down at her and pat her on the top of her head, just like before, even more déjà vu this was weird, he wanted this to stop and continue at the same time. An odd grin game from him and all he could offer at this juncture was, "Uh-huh." And continues his way out lifting gloriously into the sky by those beautiful ivory masses heading no where in particular but with all the determination of his stubborn Avian self.

RP:Useless Memories

Contents

Ding-Dong, The Ex Is Still Alive

Mine Your Own Business

Another Stroll Down Memory Lane

A Piece To Someone Else's Puzzle

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RP:Useless Memories

Ding-Dong, The Ex Is Still Alive

Mine Your Own Business

Another Stroll Down Memory Lane

A Piece To Someone Else's Puzzle