RP:Why Not Try Talking?

Kelay Restaurant

Jason figured it was about time to come get some food, people watching having become dull after sometime. He took a seat in the restaurant, waved down the waitress, and ordered something off the menu.. Like, ham, he liked ham typically.. If it was good. Anyways, with that all being thought through the lady took quite a bunch of copper away to pay for the meal.

Sabrina had only just sat down, her back to the wall so as to be keen on whomever would walk in behind her. When the door opened letting in a waft of cold air the vagrant human walked in and ordered his meal. The waitress was her polite and usual self- offering the male no less courtesy than anyone else. Sabrina found this noteworthy but didn’t write it down. She appeared to be waiting on something and as soon as a large bag of provisions arrives she thanks the same waitress in kind. She stops off at Jason’s table, brows furrowed with mild concern. “Do you have a place to sleep?” It wasn’t that she felt sorry for him, but social interactions mandated she should do something, even if he was Human.

Jason nodded to the female, "Of course, I'm not homeless, why would you make such an assumption?" He had found this to be quite the odd assumption of him. "Afterall, a man is able to sit and simply relax from time ot time, yes? Have you never?" As his food arrived, heated, and with a small amount of honey on the side the man cut it into pieces, dipping it into the honey before he'd eat it. After eating a few pieces he gestured for the chair, "You paid for the food, why not join me while I eat? Talk for a little bit?"

Sabrina blinks at him. “ I have never… in the middle of a city done so. No.” She looks at the chair he offered, clutching her bag close to her slight form. “What would we talk about?” This was all very odd indeed, not just the talking or the food, or the fact that he was Human… it was just all a whole package of weird.

Jason shrugged at the woman and replied blunty, "Are you unable to discover a topic to discuss with strangers? We could discuss the world, the reason I was sitting, the reason you gave me food, the food me or you are eating, the happening in the worlds, jobs, and a giant number of other things if you're interested. Conversation isn't limited to a knowledge basis of others."

Sabrina pursed her lips. She could find no sound reason against his suggestion, it was already too late in the day to travel to anywhere worthwhile anyways. She places the parcel of provisions on the floor and takes the proffered seat. She slides her slight form into the chair with grace and ppoise. Lacing thin fingers together she properly places them in her lap. The waitress comes over again with a somewhat distressed look upon her face. “Eating in today, Ma’am.” Sabrina looks up at her a little startled unsure if she had ever spoke with this woman before. “Do I not?” She clears her throat gently and replies again, her accent thick as she forces the common over her tongue. “I will have water please.” The waitress nods, knowingly and wanders off to find a clean glass. Sabrina turns to Jason, watching him chew noisily. She thinks in an almost-silence before suggesting a topic she found suitable for strangers. “I hear there is going to be rain… in Kelay. Tonight.” Literally, she heard the rain and it sounded to be coming from the west.

Jason blinked when finally she suggested a topic to discuss, "Rain you say? I was just in the center of Kelay, near their tavern and found it covered in snow. That'd be quite a shame to remove such a beautiful sight." He sighed, disapointed as the white wonderland may be gone. He waited till the woman came back with Sabrina's water and added, "She could use food to, if you can bring her some ham, sausage, a potato, and a cookie. Whatever she doesn't want I'll take." He seemed thin enough, but, he had a decent appetite from being out all the time. When the waitress left he added, "You can't just starve yourself."

Sabrina simply shrugs, she was rarely wrong about the weather- especially when precipitation was involved. The nights were getting oddly warmer, and more wet as of late and it was unlucky if the snow did melt into a slushy disgusting accident waiting to happen. The water was placed in front of her leaving a ring where the base sat flush with the table. Sabrina picks up the glass and places it centered in front of her, turning it three times rightly before leaving it alone and unspent. Before she could decline the food the waitress was gone again, making arrangements for such a large order. Sabrina didn’t like that. She wipes the wet ring from the table with her hand, fumbling with a wet appendage trying to figure out what she should do next. She laced her fingers once more, cringing this time before placing them back in her lap. She tries a new subject… something simpler maybe. “The candles smell lovely.” It was all too strange, like she hadn’t a non-observational thought in her head.

Jason simply stated the obvious, "You don't feel very comfortable chatting with me do you? As if it is something pulling you from your comfort zone?" He shrugged, "If you want, you can go, I can simply bring the food home after I finish here." He finally commented on the glass, "Is there a reason you turn the glass?" Normally people just kinda... Didn't turn them. As to the comment with the candles, well, he nodded.. There wasn't much more to add.

Sabrina’s cheeks flushed. He was on to her. She stutters over some words mixed in Common and Elvish. Even when she was flustered she still sounded melodic and polite, and now excessively apologetic. She finally manages to get out a concise sentence. “I-I do not…chat.. so to speak. Maybe you should start?” Her eyes drop to the glass and she offers no excuse as to why she did that. She just always did.

Jason was rather surprised by this profound revelation and just as she finished up her speech, the waitress returned with food. Yes, they were that quick. "Well, let's start with why you don't talk? THat's actually something I have never heard of. Is there a particular reason?" He waited for a few moments before adding, "Or, you could explain your great flow of common and elvish there." He offered in jest.

Sabrina was taken aback by how quickly the food arrived, looking over her shoulder to see if there was some mechanical thing producing items at random. She offers the waitress a quick smile as she hurried away to fast for a proper thank you. She lets out an earnest laugh- though light it may have come. “Common is not as common as its title demands. That and Rohk is not here.” The last bit was a test to see if she had indeed met him before. Her eyes scanned his every expression for some recognition of that name.

Jason didn't really make a reaction to the name, he wasn't sure who the person was but simply took it as someone she knew. "My apologies that Rohk isn't here, he a friend of yours?" He waited for a response and added, "Do you need him for something?" He took some of the ham and cut it in half, placing half on his place and pushing the other half towards her. "It's not bad, not as good as the food in Larket but better then the stuff from the tavern." He took several bites and then asked his question again, "Why don't you talk often then?"

Sabrina smiled and shook her head ‘no’ to the ham. Truth be told she was unsure of the cleanliness of the wares here despite the extra efforts they always took in ensuring the appearance was impressive. She did, however, stop cleaning every item they brought her so they appreciated that. “Rohk is a dear friend of mine. He reminds me of a lot of things.” She seemed uneasy about choosing those last words wisely. “I try not to cause trouble… language barrier and all of that… it gets me in trouble.” Yeeeah… that was it. She seemed rather satisfied with that answer. She was also distracted by the fact this guy could eat! Probably as much as Rohk.

Jason 's brow raised, "You're not talking due to a distinct worry about causing trouble yet you'd tip a man on the street watching people move around?" He chuckled, "So, is it the language that gets you in trouble or is it you who entitles you to getting in trouble?" He realized she wasn't going to eat the ham and simply figured he'd get it placed in a box later on and freeze it.

Sabrina didn’t understand the question but decided it must have meant she did something wrong already. She bites her lip and glances at the door. No Rohk. She mumbles “I meant no disrespect.” Her fingers had clamped down painfully on one another and so she releases her grip, reaching down and behind her to tug on a length of hair. She fiddles with the tips, folding them back and forth across her fingers. It was a nervous habit she carried with her since forever. Things were much easier out in the wilds where you could pretty much shoot anything and be done with it. No reciprocation had to be weighed and measured. No consequences that didn’t have an absolute and direct fix. No wondering.

Jason shook his head and smiled at the woman, "No you haven't done anything wrong, I am simply making a joke. You seem very skiddish around.. Well, me.. But, you're not exactly stupid." He started to observe her, watching her reaction. "I'm Jason, it's a pleasure to meet you... Miss?"

Sabrina took comfort in his smile, it was endearing. Jokes were beyond her, even after all this time. No sense of humor, no communication skills, no nothing. “It isn’t just you.” She reassured him. “And I am definitely not stupid.” True enough, this girl was a scholar and had she explained that from the get-go it probably would have been a good ice-breaker. She didn’t return her name and it was too soon to tell him why. “I studied in Cairbara, Nuduin to be exact.” Had he any idea about geography Rynvale he would have known the place and addressed it with high honors. In case he hadn’t she added with a questionable tone “Rynvale Port of Iggrisas?”

Jason had only been to Rynvale a handful of times and he hadn't ever exactly enjoyed the place, it wasn't Larket.. He was definitely a Larket loyalist though at times he enjoyed Cenril.. Before it became scum filled. "Sounds quite notable." He couldn't help but chuckle as once again she didn't answer his question that he put forward, whether she realized it or not, "So what is your name then, Miss...... Of Rynvale?"

Sabrina personally resided in Larket for the time being but hardly hailed from Rynvale- elitist scum and scallywags. Spineless and talentless as far as she was concerned. Her upper lip tightened at that notion. “Nuduin.” Was the brisk correction she made to him in a scowling manner. She thought to tell him why he couldn’t earn her name but instead offered a fake one to ease the guilt. “Cheye-Sharon…” She sighed heavily. That was a failure. She looked incredibly guilty. “… of Nuduin.” The last bit seemed necessary somehow. “I wish I could say it was a pleasure, but I am sure the pleasure is all mine.” She tugged at her hair harder, stressing the poor strands to death.

Jason looked at her a bit perplexed as to why she looked absolutely guilty. He sighed, "Are you sure? You seem.. Uneasy, miss Cheye-Sharon of Nuduin." He shook his head and added, "It's definitely an honor to meet anyone and everyone, for every and anyone has a use within this world, an essential cog to making it tick and rotate, keeping it spinning and going on and on so that we might all be allowed to live our lives. Whether it's beneficial or detrimental to others, we all have our roles." He reasserted that reassuring smile, "So, is everything okay, Miss Cheye-Sharon? Or, is there something you'd like to tell me?"

Sabrina almost bursts . “Sabrina, my name is Sabrina, but I won’t remember you if I see you again because Rohk isn’t here and I don’t know where he is but he’s not here.” She inhales deeply, embarrassed by his must-know attitude. No one ever asked her this many questions, at least, not that she knew of. Swirls of pearlescent tattoos (for lack of a better word) began to emerge on her left arm- the stress was becoming too much.

Jason blinked rather surprised by her burst and gave a sigh, "I'm sorry for prying so much Sabrina, is everything okay?" He felt bad but he didn't exactly know how to reasure her. "I could go look for Rohk for you or?" He frowned, "I guess.." He stood and took off his jacket, it's really rather nice, then walked aroudn the table and placed it on her shoulders. "Just, it'll be okay Sabrina, I promise."

Sabrina was reassured though she felt rather stupid. “You don’t find Rohk unless he wants you to find him. Unless you would like to attempt to murder me within an inch of my life, then he might show.” It was a fully accomplished and successful stab at sarcasm. She didn’t want his coat, he was just sitting on the ground with it, but she thought it would be rude to not accept. She had also hoped his skin did not touch hers, in her current state she didn’t know what it would do, so she was admirably stiff due to his proximity and was lost to his final comment.

Jason didn't realize she was so worried about the proximity however he did want the coat back eventually. He took his seat back and looked at her rather confused, "What is Rohk anyways? Why can't you remember or think without it?"

Sabrina didn’t want to explain the why’s and what-have-you’s, she didn’t quite understand herself; she simply stated “some things are simply too complex, and Rohk is … a dog.” ‘Hell Hound’ seemed a little steep; he was a halfbreed anyway so she wasn’t totally lying. “We hardly know each other well enough for life stories, I think” She shrugs off the jacket and lays it neatly on the table, as her hand passes by her glass she turns it three times rightly and sets it further from it’s home to make the placement of it, the ham, and the jacket more equal. She wipes the ring of water with her bare hand and quickly shoots a tiny adjustment to the plate of ham- turning it so the meat was parallel to the jacket. It still looked bad. In a direct contradiction to her not wanting to share stories she asks “Why are you lurking the streets of Kelay?” Face it, he was a little lurky in her first passing.

Jason found himself more confused but rather than ask more questions just accepted things as were. He wondered how a dog could possibly do so much for a girl, like make her absolutely incomprehendable when around? But, at this point, she seemed a little tired of his question. As he watched her move the objects around the table, he attempted to find what kind of order she was putting throughout the objects but eventually gave up and paid more attention to her question. "I was passing time, I have a few hours before I can get a night's rest in the tavern then in the morning I head back to Larket."

Sabrina perked up brightly. “I currently reside in Larket, by the River. Are you nearby?”

Jason nodded, "I'm more in the main town of Larket, rather than near the river, but it's not to far from there. Why?"

Sabrina stands suddenly. "You can walk me home!" She said it cheerfully expectant considering how she has treated him basically the whole time while he ate. She picks up her things and holds them close to her slight form. "I am starving." She completely disregards the food on the table.

Jason blinked several times rather unexpected, "What?" He seemed completely started.

You stared down at him demanding eyes glaring at him like only a woman's eyes can. "It is getting dark and you are going that way anyways." Then it donned on her he may not know afterall. She sighs, smiling in a sheepishly kind manner. "Its fine, I can find it myself." True enough, she could smell the river once she passed the Mystic's.

Jason shook his head, "It's not that.. It's just.. I'm confused. All night you act guilty, happy, sad, and now finally, finally you're acting demanding as if I must help you." The male sighed, reached for his jacket and began towards the door, "Well, let's get going then, it'll only get darker and I don't have enough magical prowess to keep the way lighted the whole time."

Sabrina thinks hard for a short time while he gathers his things. “Social stigma says a gentleman must escort a woman when she requests said service and or is in need of said service especially in late hours.” She smiles smartly up at him, her small stature making her seem far more helpless than a woman alone at night should be. “Furthermore, you have already expressed concern for my well being not once, but twice offering both food and warmth proving you have a need to fulfill societal enforcements.” She steps back so as not to crowd his way. “I am requesting you escort me home, and let me worry about lighting the way.”

Jason nodded at the woman, laughing as she proceeded to state social stigmas at him. "I help because I hate seeing a female in need, not because of any social stigmas." He pushed upon the door, awaiting her to move through it before he followed. "And what kind of light will you be providing?"

Sabrina was at a loss to his reasoning, but she was happy he chose to support her theory. She followed him to the door, cutely passing him sideways so as not to touch him, but kept her minty eyes on his through the length of that passage. She whispers her answer in Elvish, though as soon as he stepped outside he would find a path lit by fireflies leading west and then north toward Larket.

Walking the path of fireflies, a couple of hours before midnight.

Sabrina hadn’t said much of anything for the bulk of the trip. The enchanting lights from the fireflies danced off moonlit minty orbs that held a glow of their own that grew brighter the nearer they came to water in the paleness of the night. Upon arriving she pushes open the door to the house no one ever seemed to know was here; likely of its appearing, disappearing, and reappearing values. She literally drops the bag of items on the floor and makes her way to a bookshelf that was clearly not made for someone of her size. She finds a golden quill lying innocently there and turns to him smiling. “It was Jason, right?”

Jason had followed nearby her all the way from start to finish, the strange fireflies giving him more questions than answers. He especially wondered why someone so cautious would light the way to their house up but it was alright. He made it inside, nodded and replied, "Yes it was Sabrina. Pleasure to meet you, again." He smiled, attempting to be slightly humorous.

Sabrina nodded to his affirmation but missed the funny part of it. Her lips form the name Jason and the quill comes to her left arm, digging the tip in only so gentle as to not cause a gushing mess upon the floor. The self inking instrument pushes an array of Elvish words onto her arm followed by the Common pronunciation of the name Jason which soon swirled beneath the skin. She points to his shoes “If you would like to stay you will have to take those off.” She had at some point removed her own upon entering. She simultaneously asks for his arm by holding her hand fervently.

Jason watched the entire scene completely perplexed as she began to engrave the name into her arm. He had no idea what she was doing and found himself to be quite skeptical... Though, he didn't run right away, just remained speechless. He took off his shoes, placing his jacket on top of them and then sheepishly hands her his arm. He didn't say a word, just looked at her utterly confused..

Sabrina didn’t waste any time he may have used to change his mind and took his arm, holding his palm upward and resting it against her chest. She leaned forward, cascading a curtain of trusses that incidentally would block his view. The quill pressed into his wrist, at first it would feel like no more than a pin prick; soon a flood of cold tingly strings would be felt stretching a few inches away from the injection point. She retracts the quill and places it neatly in her hair, blowing gently across his wrist. Virtually painless. For a time two Elvish words and one familiar image would surface before disappearing under the skin’s surface. She pushes his hand back to him, smiling proudly at her artwork. “It says your name, then Cavalier. The symbol you recognize as hailing from Larket. I will know you now.” She wouldn’t ‘know’ him, persay. More like recognize him as friend rather than foe.

Jason wanted more than anything to see what was happening to his arm but through the thick set of hair he spotted nothing.. It was silent, his arm locked in place, afraid to move it whilst she marked it. When finally she finished and spoke, telling him it said his name then Cavalier, he breathed a sigh of relief.. At least she didn't like, destroy his arm or stab him or something.. "Umm, wait a second, why do I need my own name on my arm? Don't you have my name on your arm?" He was making an assumption based upon the fact she did it to herself first, not on any actual facts.

Sabrina smiles knowingly. “Think of it as memory match. I have a problem with remembering things if can’t match them to something.” She showed him her arm where the ink resurfaced the most resent of attributes. In true there was far more written there than he would ever know. The image disappeared as quickly as it appeared, like a daydream. “How about a drink?” She gestured to the selection of decanters at a dimly lit table, only one glass between three vessels said she drank a lot, and she drank alone. She ventured off down the hall, returning moments later in less than she left with. She never would admit to succumbing to fashion trends, but she definitely thought it tacky to wear outside clothes inside… and thus infecting the inside things with outsidiness. It was simple cotton pants and an even more simple loose fitting cotton shirt. Her hair being bound atop her head as she walked back towards him and claimed a lush velvety seat next to the decanters of which she grabbed one randomly.

Jason found himself in slight disbelief as she mentioned how it worked and immediately had a thousand more questions to go with it. He was about to offer them up when she offered the man a drink, "Sure I'll take one, though, I think I could use a glass." He watched her disappear then reappear, "A more casual outfit? It's nice." He had taken a seat at this point in one of the chairs near where she was sitting, "You have quite the nice place. How long have you been here and how have I never noticed it before?"

Sabrina drinks directly from the decanter, leaving the glass for the male to claim. She thanked him for the comment on her garbs. She is small enough to sit in the antique looking formal chair, and sit in it sideways so as to use the arm to support her back. She slouched down, looking quite comfy. And so unlike the usual stiffness that public places induced. “I have been in this place two, maybe three cycles… although it is all very relative given the nature of the House.” Indeed the House of Ara was a place of legend in Sabrina’s childhood and many had sought after it for lifetimes. “You wouldn’t notice it unless a keeper showed it to you.” She gestures to the book on the table. “The House really belongs to the Ara’s, but seeing as there aren’t any left the book has sought refuge with me. Temporarily of course.” She had come to terms with not being able to keep it, though a treasure it surely was. “I am currently seeking a new Keeper. Preferably Human to keep with the family history.” She was almost upset by those words, well just the one in particular really. She takes another long drink.

Jason inevitably sighed as she mentioned who it might belong to, for, he had absolutely no idea about anything that she discussed. "What.. Exaclty do you mean, keeper? What do you need a keeper for? The house? You? Your pets?" He was utterly and completely lost at exactly why she mentioned it and even more convinced she had some kind of plan behind bringing him here from the beginning after she mentioned the whole, human bit.

Sabrina, seeing his confusion got up, trotting across the cold room to the overly large bookcase. She jumps a couple times to dislodge a large piece of text whose cover was left untitled. It teetered on the edge of the shelf before she stops to take another drink and surrender the decanter to a nearby table. All the while she explains as simply as possible. “The Keeper to the Book of Ara… on the table…over there…” Three jumps in and she skips a bunny-hop to point at it. “Holds magic n stuff.” She walks over to an unsuspecting chair and begins dragging it over to the bookcase.

Jason poured himself some of the alcohol she had out and took a sip. He then followed her to the bookcase, listening to her talk about the book and finally remembered he'd been rather dumb. His own few words of magic were played, as he waved his hand over the arm that had been 'tattooed'. He was checking for what the magic might be or do, his own particular brand of magic being in the discovery and analyzing other magic. He didn't know what he'd found yet, but soon, he'd find his results. He looked at the book, a curious gleam in his eye, "Might I look at it? By chance?" He was going to do the exact same thing he did with his arm, to the book.

Sabrina finished pulling the chair noisily to the front of the bookcase and used it as a makeshift ladder to obtain the less relevant book from its perch. She skims through the pages, about one third in and stops, splaying the book out to Jason in the beginnings of the Keepers of Ara. I was a brief family history and recollections of accounts regarding the reasoning and origin of the Book of Ara, but not the contents of it. She would use his shoulder to help herself down, bearing hardly any weight at all so as to merely keep her balance and land gracefully at his side. He would likely have to crane over her head to scan the words. “You can look, but don’t expect it to tell you anything it doesn’t want to.” The hint towards sentience was not subtle. She herself had searched for some time regarding the spell that can put her in two places at once and had yet to discover it no matter how many times she tore through the pages. It was how the book survived this long; being both there on the table at all times, as well as in her arms when she summoned it. The truth is, no matter what page he turned to the book would only show him what it wanted to and whatever that would have been, would have been based his personal needs that were not met by greed or malice.

Jason nodded as she expressed how it would only show him what he wanted to know, course at the time he had no idea what exactly he wanted to know. In fact, the whole book thing gave him a headache. He had his head over hers, looking down into it, for a long time, and eventually he sighed, "I don't get it. THis book or anything about this place? What is the point? What exactly are we trying to learn from this whole thing?" He moved his hand to attempt to flip a page this way and that, unsure as to what the entire thing was supposed to show him.

Sabrina closed the book and sighed, this was going nowhere. She laid it on a lower shelf on the case of which she found it and reclaimed the decanter and took a few long swallows. She yawned tiredly, though she just had a sleeping day- two in a row at that. She couldn’t figure as to why she was tired and mentally brushed it off as boredom. “Maybe it is something for one of those Scholars.” Books rarely interested others in the way they interested her. She pondered offering him her bed, he was looking a little worse for wear. “Are you tired?” Maybe she was misreading that as well.

Jason nodded at the woman, "It's been a long week at this point, but, to be honest I can walk home.. It's only but a few miles away." He frowned as she yawned, "If you'd like though, I can get out of your hair for the night so that you might get some rest, you seem worse off than I." The man had spent many a day with little sleep, due to his job. He smiled at her once more, "Sorry I couldn't be more help, I could take another look at your book later on?"

Sabrina waved off his suggestion. “You should sleep in my bed; I am going out for a hunt anyways.” She needed to wake up after having slept so long in the first place. “The book is always here if you need it.” With that she got up, downing the last of the Brandy and setting the vessel back on the table smoothly. She moved toward her room down the hall speaking over her shoulder to him. “Just let me get dressed and I will be out of your hair.” She had began undressing on her way back, irreverent on his presence at all.

Jason found himself shocked once more, twice today, same woman.. What a surprise. "How.. You expect.. To go hunting.. While.." He pointed at the alcohol, "I'm pretty sure a king did that once, then his arse of a son took over, even though it wasn't his kid and really was his wife's and her brother's son, cause they were ya know, doing bad things together and making babies.. And! He ruined everything! The entire problem could of been averted but no no, it became like a giant battle for the throne because one king had to go and get drunk then go hunting! A gigantic game for the throne!" He sighed, "You don't want a boar to stab you in the chest while you're hunting drunk, you should sleep it off, then go tomorrow, when there is light out."

Sabrina had stopped in the hallway, about facing with an amused smile.“My chest is fine, I promise you that.” She heads back to her room, laughing at his insanity. “Besides, the nocturnal beasts tend to be more sporting. If you aren’t tired you can come with me- otherwise go to sleep.” It would take a lot to get this girl to sleep once killing something came to mind. She obviously could afford to buy her own food.

Jason shook his head, "I should head home rather than staying at your house. I haven't been home in about a week and I kinda miss all of it." He smiled at her kindly, "I appreciate your hospitality.." He pointed at the tattoo spot, "And the umm.. Permanent marking?"

Sabrina calls out from behind a closed door. "It shouldn't be a problem unless I am close enough to lay eyes on, otherwise you shouldn' t notice it at all." She dismissed him without a proper goodbye... cause she was definitely not going to do it naked. "Travel safe."

Jason suddenly felt extremely tired after she finally left and just went to the woman's room and fell asleep. He wasn't exactly sure what was going on with her but he was definitely curious and he'd make sure to follow it up. In fact, before he fell asleep, the day's event were written down in a small notepad, in his own strange language of mixed up letters, so that he didn't have to worry about anyone reading ti and understanding.