RP:Wren is Greeted by Her Past in the Temple
The Temple
The smell of charred flesh overwhelms as you straggle through the darkness of a small hall and into the soft glow of candles that fill the room. A variety of greens prosper, meticulously arranged in several different rows along three walls, the remaining lined with quicken-tree spits, one still smoldering with blackened remains. Beautifully worked gold ornaments, worn, leather-bound books, decorated stones, tools of antler and bone, ritual implements of bronze, and beads of amber and jet clutter an oblong cherry table, most engraved with the phrase, 'Beannaithe ag Draoithe' and a triangle centered in a circle, spiraling to the right at each point. To the south, the Temple's entrance. To the north, similar mystifying discoveries await.
Wren had been seated on the soothingly cold floor of the temple a little away from the entrance for what seemed like hours. It was like that when she played her music, she got so lost in the notes that seemed to radiate straight from within her that time didn't exist anymore. It was why music was her life. She chose places like the temple to play, because she knew that she would almost always be alone and have the silence that she so needed to get the best out of her music. But the temple and had remained her favourite place since she had left Krizar.
Altyar slowly walks toward the temple as he whistles a slow melodic tune he suddenly stops because he sees someone whom he has not seen since he left his homeland. "Koel Zhan?"
Wren hears the deep, gravelly voice instantly, it seemed to cut through her music sharply and swiftly, leaving her confused for a moment and not just because she had been brought back to her surroundings so suddenly, but the name, Koel. She knew that name all too well and it sent her heart into a painful flutter. She turned to see an avian man, dressed heavily in armour. His midnight hair was long and knotted into thick dreadlocks. She also noticed that highlighting the black of his hair were slivers of grey and white. "No, I am not Koel" She whispered, though in the small hall it was amplified. "I am his daughter Wren, how do you know him?"
Altyar bows his head " Koel was my friend and master he thought me the art of swordplay. May I ask how your farther is?" He asked with a friendly smile.
Wren nodded, knowing her father, during the last two or three decades of his life devoted his time to training soldiers for the empire. It was hard for both Wren and her mother, Linnet when he had to be away for months at a time. But it made the time they had that much more precious to all of them. Now that he was dead, she felt jealous that these soldiers had seen her father more than she had. "Well, I'm afraid he died a few years back" She said, a single tear filling the corner of her eye. His death had been a great shock, which had made it all the more harder for Wren to accept and get over it. If she admitted it to herself, and she rarely did, she still wasn't over it. But she held her composure, she wasn't one for showing emotions. That was what her music was for.
Altyar grief stricken that the person that had kept him from turning his back on the empire long before he did had deid " I am sorry to hear that as you can see I no longer have alliance to the empire but if Koel had not bin there I would have left years before I did I am sorry to hear that he has passed on."
Wren smiled a little, her eyes softening at hearing how her father had touched this man's life. She glanced at his obsidian wings, knowing they signified that he was a traitor in regards to the empire. But for once, this didn't bother her. She knew a few soldiers and even regular citizens abandoned their alleigance with the empire, and she usually steered clear of them but this man was different, and not just because he had known her father. He seemed sincere and kind. "Thank you..." She began,"Oh, sorry I didn't even ask your name, how rude!" She felt like slapping herself. It was something she had always prided herself on, having perfect manners. But he didn't seem like the sort of person to mind, but she felt bad all the same. "I'm Wren, Wren Zippora, but I already said that" She almost laughed, but solemn atmosphere and the subject of her father's death rendered her unable to.
Altyar smiles for the fact that this girl was polite some thing not many people that he came across are. " My name is Altyar Alec but I am known as a fallen one for obvious reasons. It was your father that suggested that I put steal in to my hair."
Wren smiled, she had never heard that name before, it was unusual, but beautiful in a way, almost like a soft E note. "I see, yes, I think I remember him saying something about attaching metal to your hair in battle" She mused. "But I was never really interested in wars or combat, I love music too much" She noticed that Altyar was rather handsome under all that untamed hair and rough weather-beaten skin. He had dark grey eyes that seemed guarded, but kind and soothing. Like the air atop the water of the sea.
Altyar spreads his wings " I am sorry, but I have to bid you fair well for now, Should you care to meet again?" He asks as he takes to the Air. He drops a note written on dirty creased paper that says ‘I drink at kelay tavern’.
Wren watches his wings open slowly, catching the dim light of the hall and throwing it back across her face like shards of glass in the sun. She wished her wings were like that, but almost immediately felt terrible for thinking that way. After all the colour of his wings marked him as a traitor. But in her heart, it didn't matter that Altyar had betrayed their homeland and everything she believed him. She could just tell that he was essentially a good person. "Yes, see you soon, Altyar" She said as he left, the air forced into the hall by his wings making her breath catch in her throat. She picked up the piece of crumpled paper he had dropped, and smiled at what was written there. It looked like she would have to visit Kelay Tavern very soon.