The first thought that Oberon seemed to retrieve from her mind was the thought of touching his face. For a second, he swore that she looked like a perplexed kitten, wide-eyed and innocent enough. When she suddenly said NO, he nearly jumped at her remark.
"I . . . uhh . . . hmm," Oberon stuttered, he then noticed the fallen basket. He casually flicked two fingers upward, causing the basket to float up along with anything that had fallen out. The dust and germs that situated themselves on such things were dispelled in an instant with another motion and with that, the case floated towards Haru.
"I am not hurt, Mi-ha Vihon, and it is of my own fault. Twas not your eyes that failed you, but my own."
âYouâre right,â she said after a moment, watching the basket with a strange curiosity as she reached up to pull it from the air, âIt wasnât my eyes that failed me but my mind. I know I should watch where Iâm going but I didnât. I fell for the most common of human emotion, worry.â
She laughed, voice tinkling like that of rain on metal, like bells on the bridle of horses. It rose through the air as she shook her head and then sighed.
âIn the end weâre all susceptible, I suppose,â she gave a little shrug and held the basket close against her breasts, looking into it, âHowâhow did you manage to do that? Magic, yes. But without saying a word? You really must be some high wizard or something. UnlessâŠMi-ha VihonâŠ.â
The world rolled off her tongue, smooth at first but as it left her mouth she felt dizzy, almost nauseous. Instantly, the exorcist froze as she tried to speak her words. He had spoken Tyralin in such a casual manner towards this stranger. Had she seen his face, the girl might have seen a blush or a worried tick to his gaze. Still, it was better late than never to speak to this wonderful lady.
"I am . . . Tyralin," he said. Oberon didn't want to come off as too pretentious as he continued to speak, "My name is Oberon . . . Exorcist of the highest order, second to only the Praetor in honor and class. Do . . . you have a name?"
âPriestess Haru, but you can call me Haru,â she said with a small smile giving a little shy wave of her hand. Suddenly she paused. Wait. Had he said that he was Tyralin?
âTyralin? Like,â she paused, eyes going wide as her brow quirked, âthe stories mothers tell their children to make them behave? That type of Tyralin?â
"You could put it like that, madam," Oberon nodded, "We are an elusive people . . . and we prefer to keep things like that when they have the chance."
For a moment, he was quiet, but when he realized what she had said, he snapped.
"You said, priestess? Of . . . of what."
His last words were quiet and somewhat saddened.
"It...It doesn't matter. I won't try to convert you so you don't try to convert me. We'll be friends," she beamed, getting a sudden horrible feeling that she shouldn't tell Oberon her religion just yet. Besides, she was so curious to learn more about him and by far, still determined to touch the metal dome over his face.
"Will you walk with me?"
He had a bad feeling in the back of his head as he heard the voices in her head. Though he did not know what she was, he did know she was trying to hide something. However, the request had softened his heart just slightly.
"Yes, I will."
Haru smiled and walked gently past him, carrying the basket on one arm as she cocked her head.
"May I ask about you?" she smiled, "I'm guessing you don't like to talk about who, or what you are or stand for, but...I just have to know! Is it true that you guys sacrifice little kids? And no I don't mean the goat type."
He scoffed but spoke playfully, "Do you sacrifice children? I doubt that's a very legitimate question"
She stopped, turning to him for a moment as her face grew serious, âMaybe I do."
For a moment she let that sink in before laughing, beginning to walk again.
"I don't I promise, I like children. So I suppose that is a silly question. Well how about this one. What does," she stopped, not wanting to say the word again as her stomach felt queasy at just the thought, "those words you said earlier mean? The ones that nearly made me sick."
He was quiet then and there. He didn't want to reveal to her the intricacies of his language to a foreigner . . . but then again, it was only one word. He had no idea why he was so intrigued with the woman, only ignoring another half of his brain telling him to keep away from the woman.
"It means mysterious one . . . we . . . well I am . . . I . . ." he kept silent as he tried to change the subject, "You seem like a wonderful person."
Now he just sounded creepy. He wanted to slam his head against the wall now.
"Thank--thank you. You're not as bad as the tales seem to say," Haru paused, blinking as her cheeks flushed, "Well, I'm not...Mi-ha Vihon, mysterious. Hey! I think I got it!
But no, I'm pretty well known though these parts. People call me the White Priestess. Why? I can't really say. Maybe because I wear white, or my hair is white. I don't know. I'm a healer too. Half-elf healer, so I know a little bit of magic. But I don't think I could make the basket float through the air."
She was leading them away from Elisa, towards the temple that beckoned like a house of safety from everything that was happening around her. People grinned to see her with someone, to see her smiling face. It was such a rarity to see Haru walking with anyone, much less a man. Those that knew her whispered happily between themselves; Haru walking blindly through the noise as she turned her attention back to her companion.
"Why do you wear gloves?"
". . . reasons," he answered. Now her questions were starting to be more personal than anything. Still he should have obliged with an answer, "itâs cultural . . . hard to explain."
He was seeing the people's face around him, the disgusting humans giving him and Haru strange looks. Their surface thoughts, however, gave him quite the info, info that made him question why even he was walking with her.
"Is there are reason why you are all staring," Oberon's voice grew incredibly cold as the onlookers kept watch. Honestly, it was more of a nervous reaction than anything else. Most Tyralins like him were quite self-aware and when people were staring, they knew that something was up. His hand right hand was slightly shaking as he tried to raise his cold front as much as possible.
"Come on, leave them to their gossip," she beamed, waving as she grabbed hold of his hand and pulled him in a back alley. Here there were few eyes that could pry, and those that did belonged to animals.
"You can blame me for their curious stares. I'm not an outgoing person. Well, only half of it is me. The other half is your strange appearance. Can't blame people without hope," she gave a little shrug, "So, back to the glove thing. So it does mean something to you. I wear them too but it's mostly to protect my hands from dirt and burns."
Her eyes flickered down to her hands and arms, frowning as she sensed a tension in the air.
"Sorry. I donât really mean to pry. Iâve just never seen anything or met anything like you. Youâre a mystery to me. See, Iâm not really afraid of you like I think most people would be, and that fact that youâre male,â she blushed, âWell, maybe. I havenât seen your face. But to be perfectly honest I donât much care for my own kind. I mean, I do! I care about them, itâs just that I cannot picture myself taking one as a mate or husband or whatever you call it. Too many bad memories,â Haru shuddered, for an instant a face flashing across her mindâs eye. He was gruff, scarred, and larger than life with mead on his breath and greasy black hair. His teeth were rotten and his piggish eyes crinkled as he sneered. She shook her head.
âOf course, those memoriesâŠ.Well anyway. I feel at ease with you. Not, wellâŠWe just met but you have a calming aura,â she bit her lip and looked the other way letting her hair form a curtain between them. How silly she must seem, talking on and on about herself, spilling whatever came to her mind. Was this the effect that he had on her? Did all Tyralins have this ability? She let out a small sigh, her shoulders slumping as she could just begin to see the temple in the distance as she popped out of the alley and to the street which lead up the hill.
The white building stood tall and bright against the green hillside, dominating the area with its pillars and peaked roof. The architecture allowed for a small collection of statues in the peak of the roof. The entire place was made entirely or marble stones, stacked and ridged in a beautiful rectangle. She tossed a curious glance at Oberon, wondering if he too had taken notice of the structure.
As quiet and respectful as he was, he caught sight of her memory for just a split second. He didn't see the face super clearly, but he could feel the emotions behind it. Fear, dread, pain, hatred . . . yes . . . how relatable.
"Humans are disgusting, pitiful creatures . . . it is a shame that you were marred by their careless, pathetic, idiocy. You have far more worth than any mass of these cockroaches combined . . . and I hope you find someone that recognizes such things."
For a second, there was a distinct sort of rage that was fuelled within him, but he stopped. She didn't need to see anger, humans provided plenty of such things to her. For what it was worth, he needed to keep quiet and stay respectful. That would do much more for her than to get permission for bloody vengeance. When they did get to the building, Oberon nodded as he noted the architecture of it all. Before they had even gotten inside, he had a general map of the premises.
"You have a lovely garden," he said carefully, "And the inside is well made . . . for non-Tyralins"
"You are kind," she said quietly, leading him into the main alter as she turned around and spread her arms wide, "This is it! My home. I guess I can admit right now I'm a priestess of the New Religion. Have you heard of Elisa?"
He was slow to nod his head.
"Yes . . . my goddess has asked me to watch this Elisa . . ."
Needless to say, Oberon was tense as all hell at this. Now that he knew she was aligned with his target, what did all his feelings mean to him? Confusion hit him like a stone but that alone was not the worst of it. However, another presence had drawn his attention. One he knew all too well.
"OI, Wass' 'appenin' Obi," a voice said aloud. The voice came from one of the numerous seats in the alter room and Oberon didn't need to turn around to see who it was.
"Ugh" he groaned.
Haru whirled, fuidly drawing her blade in a moment. Her eyes were frightened as she caught sight of someone lingering in the shadows. But, suddenly she remembered herself and the silver tip dropped, tapping against the floor.
"Erm, yes? Hello?" she said carefully walking forward as she gave a glance at Oberon, "Is he with you?"
"Unfortunately," Oberon growled. Kilroy was quick to smile at Oberon's annoyance, feeding off of it like a battery.
"Noice, tah meetcha, miss. 'eard you're a priestess."
As he came into the sunlight, the light reflected on his blue scales as he walked towards Haru without care.
"You're kidding?!" She squeaked, backing away a frew steps, her blade hand quivering as she lifted it once more, allowing it to click back into the sheath. Any normal person would have been running and screaming, frightened to see, what Haru could only describe as a Land Fish walking towards her. She gulped, stepping back behind Oberon as she slid her arm against his and tucked herself slightly against him and behind his back.
"Erm...yes. Haru, my name is Haru."
"HAHAHAHAHAHAH! Priceless," Kilroy said as he wiped the tears out of his eyes, "Dunno was' foonier, that reaction or seein' Obi with a girl!"
The fish man continued to laugh hysterically, only stopping when Oberon smashed two rows of seats into him. The fish man seemed to plop out from the shadows, however, without a scratch on him.
"Well, shit Obi. Look, If yuh that inta' her, maybe you should be a bit less mean to yuh friends."
That almost sent Oberon into a catatonic state as he realized what he was insinuating, "Y-YOU! SHUT UP!"
But before he could do anything, the fish man seemed to phase out of existence, disappearing right behind Haru and holding her hostage with his deadly blade.
"Nah, hold on a minute there, boody. Gotta get mah infa'mation and finish mah job for I leave this place."
"You said you were leaving, you annoying carp."
"Well, chang'a plans. Second wants me tah watch ova this place for I leave. Tell me, did you wanna' make me bleed?"
"Tell me 'den," Kilroy said ever so menacingly, "Wassa your religion doin' with them 'umans."
"Oberon," she gasped, her gloved fingers against his scales as they pressed and tried to pull his arm from her body. The fabric caught and tore slightly, her throat tipped back as she shook.
"Kilroy stand down!"
The fish looked at Oberon, confused as ever as he kept the knife on her. Slowly but surely, did Kilroy let go, eventually leaping off as he reappeared on top of the alter.
"Yuh know, you're the last I pegged fer a man that talks with his dick."
"And YOU are over reacting. This is not THE priestess, this is A priestess."
At this revelation, Kilroy widened his eyes in surprise, trying to look back and forth between Oberon and Haru.
"God damn it, you can't be serious right?"
Suddenly, the air grew cold, "Leave before I send your god a good helping of salmon at his doorstep"
But all the Slarth did was scoff, "Fine, coont. Be that way."
Darkness swirled around him and with that, he disappeared. Unsurprisingly, Oberon had remained quiet after he left. To say that he had been embarrassed was an understatement. Haru had slumped to her knees as soon as the cold touch of steel had left her skin. Doe eyes blinked as she stared atop the altar. What...how...her body shook and her lip trembled as her body gave a small hiccup and her white hair fell around her face and across the floor. Her hands curled into fists, clenching tightly as droplets of water splashed against them.
If Haru had hated men before, nothing compared to the feeling in her gut now for fish. Hell, it would be the very last time she even ate fish. Her shoulders trembled and the bravery she'd put on earlier dissolved like like sugar in water. While Elisa had delt with attempts on her life, this had been Haru's first. She cried. Her quiet sniffles boomed off empty walls, filled the space around them as she pulled the ruined cloth from her hands and pressed them against the white marble. What type of creatures were these men, or was it fish. It smelled like a fish. It had scales and gills and teeth lile a fish and yet this thing had betrayed her curiosity and put her into harm's way. And for what? Because it thought that she was something else? No. Someone else. Had Oberon come for Elisa's life? Was he...fish?
Her sniffles stopped, eyes wide open in horror as her jaw nearly dropped. The tears lingered in the corners of her eyes, softening her cheeks and leaving her lips shimmering. Her hands clenched into balls and her eyes flickered to the blade on her hip.
"No, I am not a fish" Oberon spoke trying to ease Haru's fears. Indeed, he was quite aware of her thoughts of him, but he also knew they were quite justified.
"And, no, we were not attempting to take your life . . . my friend is of the impression that your new religion is dangerous."
Dangerous was an understatement, but he didn't want to say that the God of Darkness most likely wanted her priestess' head. Haru, being startled as she was, broke a part of his heart that had been far too close for comfort. Leaning into Haru, the exorcist rose two fingers just like before, trying to heal the mark Kilroy's blade made against her skin. Afterwards, he held out his hand just as he did earlier that day.
". . . forgive me, priestess . . ."
"It's Haru," she said quietly, looking towards the hand with a sideways glance before taking it delicately. She allowed herself to be pulled to her feet, looking at the smashed benches with a small sigh and a quiet shake of her head as her eyes watered. They stared into the mask, threatening to spill over.
"Why?"
"Why not," Oberon said shrugging, "While he may have been forceful, have I been anything but accommodating? You are quiet blind to some other forces at play, beings beyond your understanding . . . . Priestess Haru."
"You think I speak to the gods like you?" she nearly laughed, "No. All I know is that I am here and so are you. I can touch you, hear you, see you, that the Celestial Being put you here for some reason. That I can heal minds and bodies and yet, I cannot quite heal myself. It is not my place to question the god or goddess or...fish master! It is my job, my duty to protect that which I love and help those in need. To be placed in moments like this..." she had a small smile on her lips, "to learn and grow. To be curious. So, now you tell me, Oberon. Why were you so kind to me? A lowlife, miserable human being?"
He was quiet when she spoke of such things. He really shouldn't have continued to speak really, in fact he should have just run. Yes, kill her there and then and leave this place. But there was another part of him that just yearned to answer back.
"You are not human, you are only half." he said struggling to find an answer
"Which most consider even a lower form of life. Half-breed. Orphan. Urchin," she said quietly, looking down at their laced fingers as she blushed and withdrew her hand slightly.
"Perhaps you should speak to your goddess. Or maybe your own self to begin with."
"A true deitium does not speak with her subjects simply because they want guidance. What kind of God or Goddess would that be . . ." the second option had grabbed at him, like a piece of tweed getting caught on clothes and fibres. What was even his own thoughts on the matter?
"All I know," he said, trying to define himself, "Is that you are worlds better than the cockroaches you try and help. They don't deserve to breathe in your presence, let alone speak or touch you."
"Am I? I don't believe so. You are as good as me who is only as good as the farmers who feed us. But I don't expect to change your mind. And you never know. Sometimes the gods do surprising things."
Haru smiled, turning towards the benches with a small shake of her head.
"I have to perform a ritual here soon," Haru said with a quiet little blush, pushing the benches back into alignment. They squeaked across the floor, her muscles straining from the work as she made sure that everything would return back to it had been.
"Erm...I guess you can have my room and I'll sleep with Priestess Elisa," she grunted as her back pressed against the side of one of the benches, "Of course I'm assuming that you have nowhere else to stay...let me grab a second change of clothes and--"
"It is fine," Oberon raised his hand and moved with her, "You may sleep where you sleep. I will stay outside."
He would have been uncomfortable to stay in the house of a different religion.
"You're sure? I don't bite and it's a quaint little place not far from here," Haru grunted, getting the final bench in place as she wiped her palms on her legs, "Thanks."
"I-we . . . I need to-" Oberon really needed to go, or else she might have gotten him on something he shouldn't have. Then again, did she already hook him, "I think we . . . are you going with the priestess then . . . priestess Haru"
"Hopefully," she answered chipper, hands on her hips as she beamed, "If all goes well tonight then yes."
"Then I shall follow"
"Follow me? Or the Priestess?" she giggled and walked up to the altar, rearranging things as she then hopped down and walked into a back room.
He paused for just a moment, "I supposed . . . you then"
"You flatter me," she said behind a closed door. Behind it she was stripping, changing into different clothing.
"But why?"
Unaffected by seeing her nude form in his minds eye, he calmly replied to Haru.
". . . I trust you . . . I don't know why . . . but I seem to trust you more than most others. It's a . . . terrible flaw of mine. I think I'd watch the world burn before I trusted someone I didn't know . . ."
"Then the world must be alight," she giggled.
He coughed to himself at this turn of tone, "I . . . that is debatable . . ."
He hoped it was.