RP:Vinreal the Avian
Summary:Brennia greets a returning avian, Vinreal, and they seem to want to work together? It’s just kind of awkward...
Scholar's Quad
Here stands civilization and nature woven together in seamless mastery: the Scholar's Quad. Flawless pathways of the finest white marble wind their pristine way through verdant hills and petite parks in such a fashion as not to disturb the tranquillity of the plant life, much in the gentle style of a river. These 'streams' are constantly dotted with Avians travelling to and from the library, often laden down with hefty tomes or precariously balanced scrolls that denote their scholarly endeavors. In the same manner as the well-trodden paths, sculpted benches and regal fountains of matching marble bespeckle the quad's many lawns, providing places of respite from studies.
Brennia and Thedez meander along the scholar's quad, Brennia’s soft leather boots echo in the silence of the once busy pathways. The school used to be bustling with academic students and she would even find her own students here who would come to converse with the University students. Brennia imagined that they all got along and helped each other… until the election sort of drove everyone apart. The art’s college Dean had been searching all of Schezerade for more of her students who may be continuing in their hiding, but to no avail. Even seeing the university in such bad shape made her heart feel tight, but she begins to walk the path away from the university and decides to call it a day. She brushes some dust from her mossy green off the shoulder sweater that isn’t all that flattering on her slender stature and the hem of it nearly goes to her black leggings covered knees. Her hair is pulled up in a high ponytail that sits at the apex of her head which only exaggerates her overly long tapered ears and sort of sways from side to side down her back as she looks around at the work that still needs done, “well… That’s another project on our list. We should find the old professors and students that used to attend the university. I think counselor Dewfoot-Barrows knew most of the educators here,” her smoky warm timbre speaks to Thedez who isn’t really listening or contributing to the conversation much for he’s on constant lookout for that damn vampire again.
Vinreal and his assured arrival was heralded by the sound of wings beating against the air currents of Schezerade. Stark white wings tilt inwards and then spread wide to catch the rivers of air he had been sailing on. His half robes flutter, a single foot touches down upon the ground naught more than a few feet from Brennia. His chest is barren of clothing; covered in archaic runes of magic, etched into his skin with a crimson color. His massive frame towers over the average avian at over seven foot. Eyes as deep and blue as the sea itself takes in the sight of Brennia and her guard. A single hand waves whilst he mutters and incantation of his own crafting. The spell binds his wings with golden rope, holding them in place with the slightest hint of pain. His magnificent white hair is adorned in beads of gold and reds, sloppily tucked back behind his ears. “What happened here?” His stern voice reaches out like a whip to crack the backs of avians nearby. His presence, despite being riddled with mana, practically calls for attention.
Brennia sees a giant pretty much swoop down from the skies and blinks a few times. Only a few avians were milling about, but as soon as his voice call out they make themselves sparse. While the bard is wondering how the heck this guy even flies and gives up, just grouping him with bumblebees. She watches him bind his wings and the bottom of her own wings sort of twitch at the idea of doing such a barbaric habit. Knowing it is a thing! A weird thing where avians train their wings to never move and give away their emotions, but Brennia doesn’t care about that anymore, herself. The bard makes her way around Thedez and holds out her hand for a shake while her full lips spread in a warm smile while she looks up at the man much taller than herself. Also, where is this dudes shirt? “Greetings. I am Brennia,” her warm tone doesn’t change as she’s always welcoming to strangers. “Well… Nearly two years ago there was an election and the winning senator, Vermillion Draft,” known supreme brother of the Flewminati, “gave Schezerade up for slaughter to a greater evil who called himself Kahran and this immaculate city was left to the devices of their armies since it had been used as some sort of stronghold.” Large black as night wings that reflect hues of navy blues and forest greens are completely still, save for her velvety feathers which are slowly puffing out at just the mention of what’s happened to her great city in her absence. “Apparently a few months ago, the armies have all but vanished without a word or clue as to what happened to them.”
Vinreal shows no emotions. His face is entirely bereft of anything that might count towards a fighting smile or even a frown. Nay for instead his eyes shift to her offered hand and then up to her polite features. She's one of those avians. Free spirited type and likes others to know what she's feeling, but seriously. Dressed like that? Where's your avian pride? After an awkward moment his hand reaches to hers in an acceptance of introduction. “Vinreal Allmathais, mage, inventor, just returning from a long expedition with fellow avians to seek out crash sites.” He displays his purpose like a shopping list and without nonsense. “Born to Armantium and fled to Schezerade. Forgive me for lacking knowledge on current political structures. I've been absent for sometime.” His emotionless visage does not falter or even change. However he does eyeball her bodyguard briefly. “So who's in charge now? Who's responsible for the dilapidated state of our magnificent city?” His questions getting straight to the heart of the matter. “Why are avians fleeing from a returning expedition instead of rebuilding?” What the heck happened to his brothers and sisters?
Brennia continues to smile to the stoic man, his straight to the point way of talking and interacting makes no difference to her, “nice to meet you Vinreal. Welcome back and I hope you and your team have come to stay,” genuinely stating before she shares. “I am born of Island Vere and I’ve been in Lithrydel for… ten years now,” she nods once after having to think about just how long she’d been gone from her home. On her island, families would decorate their skin with unique tattoo patterns and the more the pattern covered their bodies means they are all the more important. “I’ve been gone for some time as well, so I am in the same position as you,” she really didn’t feel like admitting to a complete stranger what her and Thedez went through. Well, at least not this stranger, she just doesn’t trust him just yet. Thedez eyeballs the man right back. “Well. Vermillion has disappeared with the armies, especially since his evil doings as a prominent member of the Flewminati was revealed and the Draft Towers had burned down. There has been chaos here since then, so I don’t believe they’d held an election in all this time. I would say… no one is in charge now. I just recently came back and have begun rebuilding the arts college along with parts of the city the best I can in hopes that once other avians see it is safe here again, then they will join me.” Such optimism and hope glitters in her teal gaze as the ever present smile on her lips shine just as bright, “are you here to join me in rebuilding Schezerade?”
Vinreal closes his eyes for a few moments, weighing her words and their worth. She claims to have been working on rebuilding, is she the only one. Abruptly he opens his eyes and sighs, releasing a long exhale of air which he had been holding. “Well yes. I am a citizen of Schezerade, sent on an expedition by the University.” A well kept hand idly points in the direction. “Since things seem to be in shambles I don't suspect I shall be sent out again.” This time his deep eyes visibly calm, as if a weight had been lifted from his frame. “We might have differing views on things, but even I cannot let the city be as is. I do intend to rebuild. You sound like an honorable avian, despite your questionable origins. I'd be delighted to work beside you. So the Flewminati were really here?” Even out on expedition he had heard of these classless morons. A fist clenches beside his waist. “It seems I have some foolish cult members to lense out and cleanse too.” His gaze moves to the old University, scanning every surface he can see. “I'll start with the school. If you have need of me Brennia, I shall be here.” With a nod, the avian steps forward to enter the facility.
Brennia shakes her head subtly, “there are a few that remained hidden in the city and when the dust settled they made a little refugee in the main all of the DeVere College of Bardic Arts.” Her wings flick in a happy way when he mentions he has plans that align with her own, “what wonderful news!” Her soft voice carries in the emptiness of the quad, but then she blinks a few times as he mentions her -questionable- origin? “They were… Maybe they still are. That's why Thedez protects me, he was appointed by my friend, Reginae, the current Queen of Alithrya. The Flewminati were after me for a while,” a roll of her eyes before letting out a short sigh. “Okay. If you need anything from me, I’m around the way, passed the topiary garden in the art’s college where I am a dean,” apparently this conversation is over? “Uh… Farewell, Vin-... Vinreal!” After he’s disappeared into the building, her brow lowers in confusion, “did he try to call me a mutt or something?” The question is sort of aimed at Thedez, but all he does his shrug as he states, “seems like a typical pompous assh-I.Mean… avian.” Brennia tightly swats his arm with the back of her hand, “hey, be nice.”