The Serpents Act;; Zokindo Visca

[Happi]

Name;;
Visca, Zokindo
(surname ;; given name )
Alliance;;
He is more concerned for his own well being then that of others.
Nicknames;;
Zoko, Kinny, Dodo Bird
Species;;
Naga
Gender;;
Male
Age;;
Ten years
Mature Age at Adult;;
Naga are called of age when they are 10, but they aren’t called adults until they are twenty-two
Appearance;;
Zokindo’s framework is incredibly petite, even for someone his age and race. The height he reaches to when at a pose equivalent to standing is only a total of four feet tall. He weighs about 110lbs, though his tail weighs a total of 60 lbs. With no ounce of fat on him, and no ounce of muscles either, the boys arms are weak and frail looking and his stomach is lean and flat. Like any average Naga, Zokindo has the torso of a humanoid creature, but instead of legs, the rest of his body is that of a snakes. His skin and scales are a light tan colour, matching the grains of sand, with deeper brown almost Celtic markings curling upwards from the tip of his tail to the nape of his neck. The boy always checks to make sure his appearance is clean and tidy. Zokindo usually dresses in simple attire, a couple lengthy yet comfortable tunics, with earthy colours. He does enjoy his jewelry: usually golden bangles that he can display all over his body, or other accessories that he can entangle into his hair or clip on to his ears pierced in multiple locations.
Zokindo’s hair is a rich, chocolate brown color, which shimmers with warmth. It is quite long, cascading down towards the tip of the small of his back with a natural wave to it. Try as he might though to keep his lengthy locks from getting dirty or messy, he usually has numerous locks out of place. Many people proclaim this adds to his charm, though the boy is often seen flattening out his hair the best he can. His bangs are split over his right eye, and usually held back from his eyes with a handful or so of colourful clips. His face bears a pair of thin eyebrows, naturally the same colour of his hair, with a pleasant arch in the beginning that narrows out as you reach the edges of his face. Below those are wondrous pair of bright, large red-violet eyes, which are surrounded by long, dark lashes. His cheeks haves a pleasant brown tint to them. Everything on his face is in the perfect space; a pair of pointed ears, a dainty little nose in the center of his face, and deep coloured lips below them.
Personality;;
Zokindo is probably one of the sweetest boys you’ll ever meet. The boy knows his manners, and knows when to mind them. He has a wondrously charming smile, and a chipper attitude that just makes people swoon, or at least smile. Zokindo has been known to make anyone smile. Not to mention, he’s positively innocent. Bright eyed, and bushy tailed, all ready to face the world and learn anything he can. Zokindo is a stubborn yet patient boy, always making sure he does thing right. Many people have put forth the notion that he acts and looks more like a little girl then a boy. Zokindo hasn’t yet to decide what he feels about this. To further him even further from the normal boy, he is also almost unbearably calm; he never yells and never snaps to another person. He speaks in a voice just loud enough to be heard, and hold himself in a way that is usually warm and welcoming. Never does he try to interrupt or cause any one to be silenced.
That would, after all, ruin the over all scheme. Deep inside, Zokindo is a cold, calculating child. The goal of every investment is his personal gain. He doesn’t go around helping people unless he knows that sometime in the future he will reap some type of reward. Also, he's quite lazy, and is often quick to give the harder jobs to some one else. After being tricked before, he has decided only to work for himself. The boy isn’t quite as innocent as he acts, either, and his intelligence is far greater. He knows his way around this and that, and how to get into things he shouldn’t. Zokindo is horribly self-conscious, though while he has been reported calling himself names, the name calling is usually dealt on others. The chances that he will honestly trust you are slim. Nagas have been called the “persecutors of all creatures,” after all.
Likes;;
Sweets, gold and silvers, jewelry, paints, water, and piggy back rides
Dislikes;;
Most everybody, spicy or bitter foods, extremely bright colours suck as hot pink or lime green), flight and dirt
Fear;;
Thunder and Lightning
Abilities;;
Naga are largely inclined to either water or poison. Whether or not they are born under the sun or the moon depends on which side they are attached to. Zokindo would have much rather have been born under the sun, finding water to be a much weaker element. Zokindo is much rather built for water though. His thin body makes him a good swimmer, and his healing skills are rather impressive. Like most naga, he is immune to poison, and communicate with snakes. Zokindo is still learning how to manipulate water, though it is obvious that one day his skills will be great.
Healing Magic: The three years Zokindo spent with Olnvir were spent mostly training his healing abilities. Minor cuts and scratches he can heal with ease, and causes little strain on his mind. Wounds such as being stabbed in a non-vital place require more time and more energy on mending, and if Zokindo attempted to heal wounds that could kill people, he might very well end up causing such a strain on himself that it kills himself.
Water Manipulation: Zokindo's water manipulation is not at the level it could be. He can draw water from living objects, but that puts a horrible strain on his mind. When water is an abundant source, he can draw it away and have it float between his hands. From there he can mold it into different shapes, and heat it up or cool it down. Not so much so that it turns to ice or to steam, but just enough so it could be used for cooking or drinking. There have been reported cases of Moon Naga being able to use their water manipulation powers to create thick shields, or whips made of water, though that requires a large amount of training and time.
Poison and Snakes: Naga love snakes, and practically immerse themselves in them everyday of their life. Snake, whether poisonous or not, are often found wrapped around nagas arms or legs. Thus, it wouldn't be surprised if Naga got bit once in a while. Naga have been forced to grow a resistance to poisons.
Disadvantages;;
It is quite obvious what Zokindo’s major disadvantage is, his lack of strength. He can barely lift anything half his weight, so he obviously cannot do many things. Maybe carry a dinner plate from here to there. Because of this, Zokindo also doesn’t know how to wield any weapons. He gave up when he tried to wield a mace, and failed quite embarrassingly. Furthermore, he can’t wear heavy armor to defend himself. Thus he is practically useless in any type of battle. At best he can stand back and defend himself until he has the time to rush forward and heal someone.
Healing Magic: As stated in the abilities section, the degree of healing completed, the harder the strain on Zokindo's mind. Attempting to save someone from death, would only force such a strain on him that would undoubtedly kill him and he would be unable to heal the other person. Thus killing two people in the end, and healing no one. Furthermore, Naga can, rather then healing using the waters mana, they can absorb the pain. For example, is someone cut their finger while cooking vegetables, and Zokindo carelessly flings around his will, he can suck up the injury and gain the same injury on his finger.
Water Manipulation: The molding of water other then the simplest thing takes a lot of concentration. It is necessary for Zokindo to block out all other sounds so he can listen to the song of the waters mana. Because of this, he will almost loose track of time, or important pieces of conversation. Not to mention, he becomes very easy to sneak up on. Furthermore, he must have a source of water present to use his ability. While he could pull water from living things around him, that takes a lot of time, and the living things will usually resist. Once he has the water pulled away or molded, the song of water always remains in his mind. Depending on how much he forces his will and the water around, the sound escalates or dims. Sometimes Naga have been careless enough to force their will and the water around so much that they will become momentarily deaf, or even knock themselves unconscious.
Snakes and poison: Unfortunately for Zokindo the snakes that presently inhabit the Deep Forest are no doubt some he has never meet before. While he may get the full blast of the snakes poisons, he will no doubt receive most of the damage. For example, if the poison of a snake in the Deep Forest could kill someone, if the snake bit Zokindo, he may not die, but he no doubt would suffer horribly, maybe even becoming blind, deaf, and dumb.
Family;;
The breeding ways of the Naga are much different from the ways of a human. Neither gender is the specified child carrier; both men and women can carry the eggs, both men and women can carry sperm. Once again, it depends whether they were born under the sun or the moon. Thusly, the strongest of either gender gets to pick their mate of either gender. There are rarely any cases where a moon born Naga has a choice in their mate. Zokindo’s parents are both female, and while they started off disliking each other greatly, they eventually grew to love each other. Unfortunately, they were quite unimpressed with Zokindo. They were hoping for a male heir who could do their family name great honor, only to be born with a moon child. There had been moments were they debated sacrificing Zokindo to one of the gods. Their second child was a lot more successful, a girl born under the sun named Palynta. Both parents are dead, and went by the names Pokodryn and Zatyll. Palynta is currently seven years old and under the adoptive care of Zokindo’s old mentor, Olnvir.
History;;
It is the usual Naga love life, a challenge for a mate, a war between two who crave one who has come of age. Zatyll was a rather charming woman, whose family, while it held a long line of suspicion, was highly respected. Pokodryn, on the other hand, came from a family that wasn’t that respected or that famous. Pokodryn wished to give her family some honor, especially after her father had recently been sacrificed to appease a god. When Pokodryn won the fight, many people were shocked, but shrugged it off as “He underestimated her, that’s all”. Pokodryn still had yet to gain a name for her family, and Zatyll wasn’t the least bit impressed with the turn out of the contest.
As such, Zokindo was a bit of an accident. It had been a year or so after the marriage, and no one suspected that the two would ever give birth to a child, and sooner or later, Pokodryn would be sacrificed, and Zatyll would be given to a new mate. The two, though, were steadily growing closer and closer to each other. They had actually begun speaking with one another rather then ignoring each other. One night, they were both tired, and rather then fighting over who would lay elsewhere, they ended up sleeping together. They were obviously blessed, or cursed, that night by some god or another, because Zokindo was conceived, and Pokodryn was saved from sacrifice.
Zokindo was born in the dead of night, in the light of a bright full moon. While his parents were disappointed in his birth hour, he didn’t figure such out until he was seven. Pokodryn had allowed the young boy to help with dinner, and handed the young boy a knife, and clumsily, he fooled around with it. He ended up cutting his younger sisters forehead. The other naga were unimpressed with the action, and rumours were started. Whether they wanted to or not his parents has his name had changed from Zokyndo (with the respected letter “y”) to a name with the letter “I”. Furthermore, Zatyll suggested they try to find a mentor for the boy, find someone else to deal with him. Zokindo was shoved off on to one of Pokodryn’s old family friends. The young man went by the name Olnvir.
Olnvir found the young boy to be quite charming and relentlessly cute. He poured his life and ideals into the boy. He depicted a world were those who had been degraded by their family would rise against and hold important holdings in the council. After all, just because the parents hated their kids didn’t mean the kids were all bad, right? He spent hours training the boy how to heal, and in the night he would train the boy in other ways. Olnvir said it was all part of the plan; for a child of the moon to have been pierced before the child found a mate. They could easily blame it on the parents and have them hated.
On his tenth birthday, Zokindo was given back to his parents, as part of the contract. Even though he was quite young, they proposed to put him up for a mate as soon as possible. Olnvir was in agreement with the idea, so Zokindo simply did as told. Unfortunately for Olnvir, the parents felt so proud of the change in their child, they decided that they would get a god to bless their child before they sent him off for marriage. The god proclaimed that there was no way he would bless someone who has already been used. Olnvir was quick to react, killing off both of Zokindo’s parents before either of them could do anything. Then he turned to Zokindo and demanded that the child come with him. Zokindo turned, and made off into the woods. Never did he look back again.



IC Entrance:

It was silent here. More silent a place then he had ever been in his life. And cold. More cold then the waters even. A tanned hand raised up to press against a ... tree? Someone had informed the boy on a previous occasion that the brown cactus like figures without prickles were indeed called trees. It too held an almost shocking coldness. The boy had to force away the urge to jerk away from the chill, as the tree was adding some form of support. He cast his bright eyes deeper into the woods, where he could see trees that almost appeared to bearing prickles. The boy neither felt any wish to go deeper into the words nor return to where he had come from. He body ached from his flight away from whence he came; every muscle felt strained. Zokindo wished nothing more then to crumple up into a heap and die. It would save trouble to this whole mess. A nagging voice in his head,m though, reprimanded him. He hadn't run from death only to die here.

Furthermore, to lie down would mean he'd probably end up touching some of the spots of white stuff on the ground, though felt something akin to water, was so horribly disgusting.

He probably would have vomited already if not had been for the fact he hadn't had food in a while. More then food, though, he body craved a drink. While the white stuff felt like water, it also felt dirty. As if some one had trodden on it. With a bright thought, he allowed his eyes to move back to the tree he rested on. If the tree was similar to the cactus... He forced his thoughts to stop, and instead listened for water. Faint. A faint song. His lips parted into a smile, silently congratulating himself on a job well done. After the brief moment of joy, he was reminded of his aches. Concentrating his will and picturing the moon in his thoughts, he began to slowly pull his hand away from the tree. The tree resisted, screaming out in pain as its life was being pulled away. He clenched his eye shut yet more, trying to ignore the horrid noise. Suddenly the tree let out a particularly loud wail, and his bright red violet eyes jumped out. The handful of droplets he had collected from the tree fell uselessly to the dead grass.

“Nnnn-yah!” he piped up, staring at the ground beneath him.

He raised a small fist and taped his head, a sign that he had just preformed an idiotic act. Though when he realised how childish this action indeed was, he dropped his hand back to his side, and his body stiffened. His eyes trailed back over to the tree, wondering whether it would make anymore noise, but the tree was silent. That was to be expected. In his general opinion, plants usually didn’t have much to say unless it was to complain. That’s why he was happy he didn’t have to listen to them all that much. He brought his hands together over his eyes, and quickly shook his head, attempting to brush away what was left of the waters song, and clear his mind. When he pulled his hands away, they resembled a look of pure exhaustion. He clenched both hands into fists, and brought in a deep intake of air.

What he needed to do was find a resting place, like an inn (he had been educated in those matters as well), at least a place to bathe, and rest for a while. He looked down, and tugged at the hem of the dirtied white tunic, seeming to be horribly discontent. At the moment, eh couldn't tell what annoyed him the most about it: the fact that it was frail and obviously not defending him from the cold, or the fact that it was dirtied beyond a point where it could be clean. At that thought, he wouldn’t even dare to look upon his nails, fearing the dirt that would be inlaid. So he definitely needed to find a bath of some sort. He pouted for half a second, before deciding to continue ignoring the pains and aches of hunger and dehydration. As he slithered forward, the sound of his thin jingling bracelets filled the air. It brought a faint smile to his face. Eventually he would find some place, he hoped. Or if not, then he would simply fall down dead.

[forgerofsouls]

If there was one strange thing about the area Lyrial was traveling through was that there wasn't much snow on the ground allowing much of the dead grass to show. It atleast made an interesting noise with each step. Still though, she wished there was more snow here, snow was something she enjoyed. She also enjoyed living grass. Not this dead stuff. Plus the trees were still asleep due to the winter. Soon though it would be spring and it would be time for everything to reawaken. But for now, it was winter.

Lyrial was five feet tall, and slender. She was also rather flat, indicating that she was still young. She wore a white coat over a white shirt with white pants and white boots. Even her gloves were white. Her white hair that had a pink undertone reached down to her knees. So far, one would mistake her for human, a young human, but human. But their were two other features about her that set her apart from humans. Most noticable was her eyes, they shifted in colors constantly, almost like they were in a permenent tie-dye cycle. Right now no color held a dominant presence in her eye. The last feature was her ears. While not as prominent as in Elves, her ears tappered to a point like an Elf's ear did. But the points were only just barely visable through her hair.

Lyrial had not noticed the naga yet, but that was mostly because she was behind a tree. Just now, she heard the tree's scream. She was at the moment trying out a spell she knew that would allow her to communicate with trees. And she happened to be talking to the trees in the area. Testing to see if that spell was effected or not by her seal, but as it was, it wasn't. But, she still heard that scream. Curious she walked around the tree and finally spotted the naga. She stared, it was obvious that he was young. Than again so was she. But due to her species aging speed, it was rather difficult to messure her to others of other races. But, she was still basically a kid, or rather, close to a young teenager. But, he was moving away from her, with his back to her. Time to find out why the tree screamed in pain. "Excuse me! Hi there!" First things first though, she needed to get his attention.

((ooc: FYI, its winter right now in Deep Forest, thus the grass would be dead and there would be snow and ice around. Just thought you'd like to know, after all, it wasn't obvious in your thread if it was winter time or not.))

[Happi]

[[Thank you for that! I must've copy-and-pasted the wrong IC entrance. I'm sorry. I edited it slight to fit the climate and weather better. Thank you! ]]

He had been at the brink of a rather mellow state of mind, when a voice slammed with no constraint into his ears, forcefully dragging him back to reality. His bangles clinked against each other as he twisted his torso around to face the being that screeched at him. The first thing to catch his attention were the being's eyes. He cocked his head to the side, and blinked a couple time before realizing he was probably being rude. Lowering his eyes to the ground he twisted his tail around to fully face the woman. He heard the dead grass crinkle and crack under his tail, and attempted to concentrate on that rather then peering at the womans face again. Unable to resist, however, his bright eyes raised to give the woman a quick “once-over”. His eyes returned to the dead grass as he assessed the situation.

She was ... a weirdo. He's honestly seen nothing like her in his life. Though her ears were pointed in a way similar to his, her eyes were something he had never seen before. Furthermore, she was obviously not a naga because she did indeed bear sticks attached to her hips rather then a tail. She matched nothing he had ever seen before. Zokindo felt panic and fear coil around his heart and his hands fiddled with the hem of his tunic. He was reminded of the crazy old fool who had wandered around town shouting about things with sticks instead of tails. Everyone had cast him off as a fool and ignored him. But here, standing before him, was something ever so curious. Either the old fool was indeed crazy, or himself was currently boarding on insanity. Maybe a hallucination brought on by hunger...

Either way, it was talking to him.

He suspected he ought to return conversation in some way in some way. Though what if it ended up he was talking to him. Chewing on the inside his cheek, he decided that if he were going die, he could at least do it in something of an enjoyable way. As he raised his eyes again, he hoped that the being would add something to his death. She was at least a foot taller then him, so he had to look up to her. His entire mouth felt dry with fright. He had understood her words, so that meant he could respond by returning her greeting. Brining his hands up to stop their nervous fidgeting, he rested them, clenched together, on his chin. He paused a moment longer, then allowed his eyes to meet with her again. Forcing himself not to get caught up in the mess of colours, he parted his lips and responded quietly,


“H-hello...”

If she was not simply a hallucination speaking with him, how would she react? What if he was as confusing to her as she was to him? He had no weapons to defend himself with, and his magic was no doubt useless due to fatigue. Nor was he wearing any armour; the frail tunic could be shredded in seconds. Resiting the urge to whimper in fear, he instead bowed his head, respectfully. The being had been wearing white, like the white stuff on the ground. It was, disturbing to say the least. What if she sided with the white stuff, a minion of the white stuff, and froze his bones and chilled his soul. He swallowed a lump in his throat. Oh, he probably should have just ran!

[forgerofsouls]

((ooc: np, ))
ic:
She had caught his attention, indeed he had turned around and looked at ther...than he turned his head? How rude thought Lyrial, here she gave him a greeting and he turns his face? Than as if he realized that he was being rude he turned fully towards her, but still kept his eyes low to the ground. Then he looked her over, as if assessing her. She was surprised by his actions, but was patient. It wasn't everyday that someone avoid eye contact with her, but why? She was hardly ugly, infact, despite her age, she was beautiful and cute. But here, he kept looking at the ground.

He was obviously a naga type creature, Lyrial concluded as she gave him her own "one-over". Cute, almost, delicate features. But, he had that tail that made him a naga. There was no doubt about it. From what she could recall from her teaching is that naga were very secretive and never ventured to close to any other being. Thus they avoided contact with other races, and could be unpredictable when facing the unknown. Than again, that was about every species that existed. Than he raised his eyes, finally, at long last. He was fidgeting to, was he nervous or shy? Or maybe even both, Lyrial didn't know. Than quietly...

"H-hello..."

He finally spoke. Lyrial quickly came to the conclussion that he was both shy and nervous. Maybe something else to. Then he bowed his head. Atleast, he did have some manners Lyrial thought. "I'm Lyrial Eailiolery, the great and all powerful! Its nice to meet you. Are you ok, sounded a little nervous there. You got nothing to fear from me, I won't hurt you. Whats your name? Need help or something?" Lyrial responded to the young naga's greeting. She gave a curtsie as best she could considering the clothes she was wearing.

[Happi]

The words she had spoken had rushed from her mouth like a storm. His eyes dulled dumbly, stunned at her unsubtly, but remained staring down at the dead earth. It took moments for his thoughts to become coherent to him, though when they did, his eyes shot up to look into hers. Zokindo decided that it had been a bad decision to do so, for half a second later, her eyes made his stomach feel woozy. The ever changing colours made his stomach whirl awkwardly. His fingers returned to the edge of his tunic, fidgeting with a loose string somewhere. The shock that he had first was lost with the bit of ill will he was feeling currently, but he still manage to sputter out,

“Great and powerful?”

Whether or not his statement was brought on because he believed the female or not was difficult. On the one part because he did indeed feel he had some reason to doubt her and to trust her at the same time; on another part because his words were muffled with a faint chattering of teeth, and his face and eyes were turned away from her. His shoulders hutched up, and his arms curled around himself, both for protection and warmth. Zokindo's mind worked vigorously to figure out the situation before him,but even his common sense felt insensitive due to the unearthly chill. The initial shock at her claim had become more jejune, and he shifted to tackle her other words. His hands crept further up his arms to shoulders, and his lower lip pouted in confusion. There was no simple way to deal with the situation, and the other ways simply seemed to hard in this cold. He determined instead that he would hold up a conversation with the sickeningly-eyed girl.

“I'm cold,” he said honestly, “And lost...”

Zokindo looked up at her with his bright eyes, but quickly had look away again with a shudder that could pass as a shiver. He bit his lip for a moment, before speaking again, his words last sure of themselves then the last,

“I-I'm Visca, Zokindo...” he paused for a brief moment, his fingers trembled, then he continued again with, “and... and I suppose I may need some help. “

He paused for a moment again as he realized he may have forgotten something important. That thing she had done at the end of he speech, what was it? Was it a necessary thing to do when one is finished speaking? Rushed, he tugged at the edges of his tunic, and folded inward on himself slightly, returning the womans awkward curtsy in even a more awkward way. His face tinged pink, confused by the oafish ritual. Whatever did it mean? Zokindo allowed his eyes to travel up to her face once again. Her style of eyes still made him feel ill at ease, but he was too curious now to in which way she would help. If she could, seeing as she could be his imagination playing games.

[forgerofsouls]

Lyrial couldn't help but notice that he kept looking away from her face. Why? What was up with that? She thought it over a little bit. She should ask him, after, he finishes talking. And did he doubt her claim to be great and powerful? It sounded like it. Oh well, she thought, not many people believed her till they saw her in action. Simple thing that, performing magic to prove ones claim to power and greatness. Then she noticed how he was holding himself and his chattering teeth, he was obviously cold. Then he announced it, he was indeed cold, and lost to.

Well, she could actually help with that first issue. Though she loathed to get rid of the snow and harm the tree, she had to help him. Twas the orders of her goddess. Pointing her hand at the ground palm aimed at the ground with her fingers spread apart she focused for a second. A slightly warm wind, almost unoticable, shot forth, and pushed the snow and ice away for about twenty feet around them. Leaving them in a dry clearing with no snow or ice, and a dry ground of dead grass and leaves and dirt. She looked around a nodded in satisfication. Now then...she looked up and saw a small branch above them. She aimed her hand at that branch, this time with her hand pointed straight at it like she was going to poke it. Focusing again, a barely noticable curved ripple sprang forth from her hand and headed towards the branch. When the ripple reached the branch it broke off the tree and started to slowly float towards the ground as the same ripple sncircled it and carried it down. Yes, the branch would do nicely.

"Once it reaches the ground I will procead to cut it up some more and then to start a fire for you. That way, I can atleast help you with your cold issue. As for being lost..." She looked at the young naga and smiled. "All I can tell you is that you are in Deep Forest. Beyond that, I am a newcomer myself. But my goddess watches over me, and anyone that I am helping." She said. "It is a pleasure to meet you Zokindo, and what ever you need help with, I might be able to help you." She added.

[Happi]

Zokindo instinctively drew a step back as Lyrial reached out and arm. Alarm only breached his dulled mindset for a second before he become conscious of the fact that she was more focused on the bland earth them himself. He lowered his eyes to the earth as well, watching silently, some what expectantly for what she was about to do. Before he felt it, he saw the effects of the wind. Then he felt it. To him it felt more dry then warm, which was fine and dandy. Dry wind was better then wind with moisture. Annoying wind with moisture…. His lip curled in disgust, before he realized that he was still in the presence of someone else. He shot her a quick glance, and his body gave out a rather obvious flinch. With a reddned face, he lowered his eyes to the ground. She had been speaking the truth, for she must in some way be powerful to perform such arts…

He sensed her movement and raised his head again, minding her out of his peripheral vision while he followed her hand towards a dead branch. It snapped off the tree with ease and began lowering it’s self toward the earth, as if connected by a series of strings. Almost as if this all was a hoax. Part of his mind was still in blatant disbelief, yet the other part argued that he had seen magic with his own eyes so there was more a chance that it had been magic then a cleaver ruse. After all, who in their right mind would go through all that effort to set up some sort of trap to catch him? He wasn’t of much importance to anyone… She was speaking again. He turned to face her, though his eyes lingered just to the left of her feet, still not looking her in the face. Though this time he was doing it now more out of respect then because her eyes were a distinct turn-off.

Fire was a term he recognized, but “Deep Forest”? His brows frowned in confusion and his silently mouthed the words. Deep… Like a deep hole, or something… And forest was what they called a bunch of these trees groups together. Curiosity took the best of him and he raised his bright eyes to glance around the woods. A forest wasn’t very satisfying, now that he looked around it… He frowned and looked back to her, muttering quietly to himself,

“I see.”

He was distracted by minute details for a while, then his back straightened, and he looked back at her. Fumbling once again, both with his words and his mannerisms, his hands twisted around each other. The awkward actions of his hands caused the jingling and clinking of his bracelets mashing against one another to escalate.

“Y-yes! Sorry… It’s a pleasure to meet you as well. Thank you. I-I hope we can figure this ‘Deep Forest ‘ thing out… That is unless…”

The words that left his mouth were barely audible over the noise of his bracelets, and trailed off even more tongue-tied then his actions. The very tip of his tail shivered, which seemed to send a chain reaction throughout his whole body, and as if that were some sort of shut down command, he lowered his eyes to the ground. He heaved a heavy sigh and uselessly mumbled,

“That is unless it is even worth it to leave…”

[forgerofsouls]

Lyrial had been watching his reactions during the entire thing and was mildly amused at his actions. In a strange way it was cute. But, still, this time she was able to tell that he avoided her eyes out of respect. Which was far better than earlier. But still, the poor guy was a nervous wreck. Or atleast, that was what she came to as an conclusion. She had indeed caught his last sentence. But first things first. To make a fire! She aimed her hands at the dead branch and sent out many little wind blades at the dead thing, effectively cutting it into many smaller peices which were picked up by the wind and put into a pile.

She than conjured a ball of fire in her hands. Unlike her attack spells, this little piece of fire was only dangerous if someone fell into the fire it made, for in her hands it was harmless. Until she placed it on the wood it was completly harmless towards anyone. She bent down and placed the fire on the wood, and once she stood up she willed the fire to life. And then they had a nice sized fire going. At least this way they would have warmth. Than suddenly, it doned on her. Was he nauseated by her eyes? It happened at times, but normally someone would tell her about her eyes disturbing them. While she couldn't do anything about them directly, she could atleast do something. And suddenly a nice pair of one-way sunglasses appeared over her eyes. Making it impossible for him to see her eyes, and yet allow her to see out.

"There you go, a nice warm fire. And I made a guess, but did my eyes disturb you? If they did, I'm sorry." She said, in an appologetic tone. "But, I have noticed something, you seam to be nervous about something, are you having problems? Or is it that you don't know how to act towards girls yet?" She ask smiling. "You should see the moon out here, its beautiful." She added as she looked at the sky. Though it was not yet night time.

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