Of the Strange and Wayward

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A self-imposed duty…to seek out those whom attacked her father, the task seemed one self-explanatory, simple enough to define, even if hard to accomplish.

That’s how it started out, a journey of vengeance, one undertaken for the sake of her family. How it would be that things would turn out though, the things which awaited her in the future could not have been predicted by anyone. Even gaining companions and allies; friends, nothing could stop the events laying upon the horizon—nothing could stop the meddlings of Fate. The destiny that anticipated her was something both wonderful and terrible, amazing and horrid....

The things awaiting a sparse few people who may find themselves bound together soon could not be further from the expected....

The Characters

The Heir to Oceania's Throne
Nicodemus Marcello Zosimos
As played by The Keywork

The Loner
Alesiar
As played by CNAGamer

The Town's Angel
Sylvia Kaye Wiles
As played by BumbleDrop

The Elven Princess
Celebriän Sára'londë
As played by Lenyx

The Self-Appointed Salamander Huntress
Cináed Rubina la Fabre
As played by Jakuri-chan

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[Cináed Rubina la Fabre]


Life, it was never easy, was it? No, it wasn’t, then, really, nothing was when things boiled down. Really, life just threw whatever the hell it felt like at you, probably for its own entertainment. To see how it was one handled it…or if they could. Some people were more than strong enough to take the hurdled placed before them, and others simply weren’t. In all, it simply depended on what life wanted to do to you. Sometimes the obstacles were large, other times, they were small. In the case of one certain Salamander in particular, however…life sure seemed to enjoy putting mountains in front of her to trounce. There seemed to be few gaps between them as well, it was just one struggle after another, there was never a rest or reprieve between. Though these circumstances were self-imposed, occurring because of the choices she’d made consciously…there were still times where things proved too much, where she wanted to stop it and give in, give up and go home because it was completely overwhelming.

More than a few times, she honestly couldn’t help but wondering if maybe her life had become entertainment for the Gods, if that were the case, the seven of them really must have been enjoying themselves, laughing their divine asses off at what she underwent at times. Even Father Frena might’ve been in on it all....

The last odd months of her life had consisted of constant travels, moving all over the face of Edasler Bria in order to seek out those rogue Salamander responsible for the assault on her father. Those whom her family and clan barely managed to stave off.... Upon being overpowered, they turned tail and fled, though not without bearing some arrogant and cocky smirks that bespoke of their pleasure in nearly doing her old man in. Traveling was a task easy enough for her though, after all, Salamander were by nature nomadic, they rarely ever settled down in one particular place for long. But, the fact that she was always moving, and barely stayed in place for more than a day took its toll upon her, physically and mentally. The journey was not going to be an easy one of course, she’d told herself before she’d took up the duty of seeking out the rogues herself. She’d steeled herself for the hardships that would come her way.

And through it all, she seemed to have weathered it well enough, times might’ve come and gone where she wanted to break under everything, under the strain isolation put on her, and the missing of her family.... Every time those sentiments came to pass, she always reminded herself of why she was journeying to begin with—for the sake of her family, for the sake of her father who nearly died. Those smirks remained burned into her memory; she knew the twisted and sick joy behind those looks. They’d enjoyed themselves, fighting her father, and it was more than likely that they would again return to her home again to attempt an attack on him again. If they’d nearly succeeded in taking him down once, the chances of him enduring another bout were frightening to think about. Even with that in mind, there also existed the possibility that they would engage in battle another unprepared Salamander Clanhead.... The thought of that was enough to drive her onward in her self-appointed mission, connecting it with what had happened to her dad.

No matter if the circumstances of her life were but a bit of amusement to the Seven Divine, she pressed on, never breaking or losing herself to the pressure. She had taken it upon herself to end those who’d nearly ended her father, to keep them from disrupting the sanctity of her home, and the lives of others.

So it was that day after long day, she took to looking across the world. Trekking over half a continent by both foot and caravan, traversing the planet with only the wisps of fragmented rumors to go on, she did what she could to find even one of these rogues. She did all in her power to accomplish her self-appointed undertaking, as every day came to pass, things sometimes got harder, trails seemed to come up cold or the rumors would be false. Weeks could be wasted on a fruitless pursuit, until; finally, she caught wind of idle gossip while shopping for supplies in a small port. Word of some outlandish, out of place Salamander roaming along the coast of the human country she’d been within for some time.... Though tentative of what she’d heard, she followed through upon the rumors, chasing one after another from town to town, until it was at last it seemed as if one chapter of her journey was about to come to its climax.

From her travels from outside the borders of Martanth, to the southernmost coastline of Hemming, it began in the morning. A confrontation came to occur from the uncertainty of how to go about the situation. On the cliffside, above Songstress Bay, they fought, a small girl against a larger, far more experienced man. Cináed held out against him as best as she could manage, fighting and fighting with all she had in her, only for it all to end when one final blow was delivered to her by the rogue.

Right to her forehead, the blow enough to send the girl stumbling backward until she finally just tumbled back and landed flat to the ground, vision blurring in and out, her body aching from the multiple injuries she’d undertaken as a result of the hopeless battle. Cuts, bruises, burns.... Exhaustion was also beginning to overtake her to the point that she could barely move herself anymore. In the fleeting moments of consciousness following the blow to the forehead, Cináed had just laid there in the thick grass on the cliff, hoping the Frena that something might save her from a fate of death...dread creeping in upon her body with every slow footstep she heard, coming toward her. The fact that it seemed like death was inevitable, after failing to take on even one of the rogue, it was pathetic, she knew that her endeavors could come to cost her, her life, but she honestly didn’t think it could happen so quickly.

When the footsteps stopped, right above her, she knew that it was as good as over; her life was going to shortly end. It felt like ice surged through her as her body felt numb, tingled, and fear overtook her, regret too. She couldn’t speak, she couldn’t even scream as she was pulled up by a hand wrapped around her throat, nearly crushing it. Her body was too weak to fight back against him anymore. All she heard was a disturbing laugh before it happened, before he threw her over the edge. Certainly, there was a grin upon his face....

For a moment, she managed to open her blue eyes to see what waited for her below; only to lament it as she knew that things were undoubtedly over for her then. Below her was only water, the deep sea. She could not swim, and she’d never learned. The sea was one thing that she feared greatly. But now, she had no choice but to face it head on...and as she fell, she knew she was going to lose to it as she had lost to the rogue. Her small body hit the clear water with a loud smack, and not a noise came from Cináed’s lungs or throat as the thick liquid swallowed her up into its clutches, trying to pull her down into it.

Though fatigue plagued her injured and wounded form, still the Salamander struggled against the grasp had upon her by the sea, fighting to stay afloat...to stay conscious. However, she only sank deeper into the watery depths, the liquid rushing into her lungs, burning and stinging as it filled her throat and nose. Pain rocketed through her from her lungs, and her head grew quickly dazed and confused, the ache of fear and dread leaving her, the sense of regret ebbing away as everything came to be forgotten. Her family, her ‘mission,’ the trepidation of death, all of it slipped away as slowly she fell unconscious.... It seemed it really was indeed over. Yet, even after she’d fainted as she’d sunk down into the ocean, Cináed couldn’t have known that her body had begun to rise back up toward the surface; as the sea’s currents began to pull her out further from land.

From her though...had her breath been stolen, smothered by the water her lungs were incapable of handling. Following soon...her heart would cease its beating, and her mind would become unable to urge it onward, to force her body to remain alive any longer....

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[Nicodemus Nylgunir Osael de Oceania]


He was swimming at ludicrous speed, just after escaping a Kingdom he was next in line to rule and leaving his fiance at the alter. Nobody was chasing him, so he wasn't really sure why he was straining himself to go fast, even in the current that was propelling him all the faster. Perhaps he still wanted to illusion of something exhilarating, because honestly, despite the recent chain of events, he was bored, of all things.

His thoughts raced back to the things that had just transpired, and the rate of which they escalated.

It had started years ago, really. When he reached the age that called for arranged marriage. It was easy to dodge at first, Nico simply ignored his suitors and occupied his time with other activities. But in the passing year, his parents, father especially, became more forceful about it. He would be locked in the same room as his suitors, or chaperoned on outings by his parents. He never bothered feigning interest, however, and wasn't hesitant to announce his distaste for each one. Sure, some were not deserving of it, but he simply did not want to be forced into marriage and it had been beginning to get on his nerves.

This only angered his father, but on the upside, he gained support from his older sister. She would agree and side with him, often settling down their father's qualms at the time. But as her duties as Songstress became more demanding, he was left vulnerable once again and events eventually lead up to a suitor actually being chosen and a marriage being arranged. A marriage he was now fleeing from.

His escape was aided by his sister, not that it was that dramatic of an escape. There were no guards or the like waiting to prevent his escape. In reality, his sister had just escorted him to the fringes and gifted him with things he might need, some of which he wasn't even aware of at the time.

His thoughts were uninterrupted as he swam head first into something; another body. It hadn't been there a second prior, but apparently had been swept in by the pull. He halted afterwards, though, dazed slightly by the blow to his head as he observed it. It was a girl, she appeared small and young. She also appeared human and lifeless. As that registered in his mind, he immediately wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close to his chest, forcing himself out of the current and towards the surface.

It had only been a matter of seconds, but it felt like an eternity for Nico to reach the top of the water. His eyes searched for an opening to land, and when they found it, his tail kicked him off towards it at even faster speeds than the current was granting him. As he approached it, he practically leaped out of the water and onto the ground, placing the girl on her back as a small body of water formed into a sphere and rose behind him, taking on the form of a companion he had yet to meet.

He gazed at it for a minute, observing it's sleek body before turning his eyes back to the apparently dead girl. He looked her over, unsure of what to do, and his sudden panic was halted only by a voice coming from the sentient form of water.

Tha wedas ail has rilrr, sanuya aid.

He nodded at it, understanding what it had said and pushing the fact that it had used his dead language to the back of his head. He placed his hands above the girls chest and attempted to focus. He then slowly moved his hands to the right, directing the water out of her lungs and back into her throat, before moving them above her head and drawing it out of her mouth. He threw his hands to his side, launching the water back out towards its source and attempting to observe the girl now as panic started to seep into his thoughts again and a pain began to shoot through his body.

He remained sitting up as he clutched at his own chest, starting to feel a lack of oxygen himself. The gills that usually lay situated on his chest shrunk away to nothing, leaving smooth skin in their place, and the markings he had grown to pride in seemed to inch up his arm and chest, crawling out of his own line of sight. He felt a burning in his chest and looked back and forth between the girl and the creature once more.

Aais, rha laanr eais. Ill irrui weld has du raiya, rseld aid du has. Fairhd dhsuirh irruis feail. Yui'rr raiya, eln ru wairr rha.

It's voice strangely soothed him, and he once again followed its advice as the panic and pain seemed to fade. He took a deep breath, of direct air now, into his lungs and, ignoring the pain, leaned down and forced it into the mouth of the girl. He repeated this process four more times before beginning to feel faint himself and his ignorance to the pain diminishing. He began to writhe, turning to lay flat on his back as his tail shrunk in on itself and divided, giving way to legs. The color of his hair and eyes began to change, all the while a searing pain situated its way into every inch of his body.

His vision began to fade, and he took one last look at the creature before everything went black, hearing only the last few words it offered before passing out entirely, leaving him unconscious and nude next to a girl who he wasn't even sure he had been able to save or not, the words echoing through his head before it all went silent.

Id'rr err fa uyas ruul. Rard.
(It'll all be over soon. Rest.)


And rest he did, having drifted off into a slumber that was sure to be interrupted soon enough.

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The wind whipped Sylvia’s hair into her face as she walked out of her town’s limits and made it towards Songstress Bay, where she recently found herself being drawn to for the past couple of months. “Blahh, oh gosh how did flour get into my hair?!” She spat out along with her hair. The weather seemed to have roughened up a bit since this morning, causing a slight frown to creep up on her lips. She hadn’t brought anything to take shelter under if it rained.

Sylvia gathered her hair and put it into side ponytail and kept on through the, well it would be knee high to any regular height person but it went to her hip, tall grass. There was a pathway that would have been safer, but for a girl her size it would have been a very unwise thing to do. So she took her chances with the snakes and other mysterious creatures in the mini jungle.

“Cool grass blowing up the pass
Don't you know I'm feeling mellow
Oh I love your Roman nose, the way you curl your toes baby
Make me feel so mellow

It's the same old feeling I get when you're stealing
Back into my bed again, yeah
With the curtains closed oh and the window froze
By the rhythm of the rain

You make me mellow, oh you make me mellow
Rocking smooth and slow
Mellow's the feeling that we get
Watching the coal fire glow

Oh, you make me mellow, oh I make you mellow
Wrecking the sheets real fine
Heaven knows what you sent me Lord
But God this is a mellow time

Going down to the stores in town
Getting all the things we need
Oh, don't forget the beer, oh my little dear
It helps to sow the mellow seed

And it can't be bad, all the love I've had
Coursing through my life
Oh, Down in the pass where the wind blows fast
And mellow's feeling right”


Sylvia sang the song that her parents, Henry and Molly, had play around the house. It was a cute little tune that she learned to play on the piano as a surprise to their twenty year anniversary. She thought back to when she first heard the song and giggled. It had taken her a few minutes to understand the lyrics and when she finally did, she blushed head to toe. Her parents laughed as she ran to her room.

She was finally at the cliff, the wind blowing harder than before, and she took a big gulp of hair. Nothing made her feel more free then this. If it wouldn’t kill her she would have jumped into the water. Her eyes moved from the horizon to something that was go through the water at a fast pace and onto the shore. “What in the…what is that?” She got closer to the edge, making sure she didn’t fall, and watched. “Oh dear! Is she dead?” She saw a lifeless girl first. She couldn’t do anything from up there and it would of taken her to long for her to go to them.

Her thought process was cut off when she saw something lean into the girl. Sylvia’s eyes moved to the head of the other being and down till she realized that being was a he and he was naked. “For the love of all things that are clothed and not naked…gosh where are his clothes?!” She yelled, blushed, and hurried from the edge of the cliff before she fell to her death. “Some people take being free to the extreme. Maybe, I should go down there just in case and hopefully he is not naked.” She huffed and made her way to them, just in case by any chance the girl was alive.

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It was sudden—the return to consciousness. From the moment air was forced back into her lungs, she awoke with a start, body going completely rigid as her eyes shot wide open, her heart jumping to life so quickly that all she heard for a moment was its frantic beating in her ears, blood pumping through her cold and sodden body. She gasped inwardly, greedily sucking in oxygen before she broke into a fit of violent, breath stealing coughs. She sounded as if she were choking as it continued on, pain shooting through her limbs and form with every violent motion. In-between the choking coughs, she shakily attempted to breath in, body seemingly desperate and starved of air. Breath quivering as much as her suddenly very cold body, Cináed managed to force the coughing fit to subside, as she continued to take in air uncertainly, mind beyond the realm of foggy and dazed at the moment. The only thing that she knew for certain or that remained coherent was the need to breathe.

Everything . . . hurt, it hurt bad. Her body was aching as she quivered, but her head was so foggy, that she couldn’t remember why it was she’d be hurting so damn much. It was hard for her to form even a coherent thought for a moment, as she slowly brought her eyes to open, finding it hard to get her vision to adjust and focus at all. It hurt to even have her eyes open. Frena, what happened...? she thought, a slow and soft groan escaping her as a dull throbbing overtook her whole form, from her toes to her head. Nothing was free of pain.

And for the life of her, she couldn’t remember what had happened to her, or why it was she was in such agony.

As she lay there, silently on the sand...she was quickly enough pulled from her jumbled thoughts and confusion. Very much near her, she heard it, the sound of someone writhing about, squirming on the sand. Blinking a few times, trying to clear away the pain from just having her eyes open, Cináed’s head slowly turned to look to her side—only for her to let out a yelp, and bolt upright, sitting to stare at the sight that was right next to her. A male Undine was right near her, thrashing about in anguish himself, and though this was true, the sodden Salamander made no movements as she simply stared at him for a few seconds as her scrambled mind failed to connect any thoughts together other than what it was her eyes were seeing.

For a short time, the pain was forgotten within her...until it was she was near perfectly still yet again, a jolt of it ran through her without warning. A sharp seethe came from between the girl’s teeth though when a piercing pain shot through her chest, severe enough to cause her muscles to lock up, and for her to cringe up. The girl’s hands shot to her diaphragm as her breath was stolen right out from her lungs from the shock. Her face still locked in a grimace, Cináed turned her blue eyes down to her hand, vision blurring in and out a bit. Careful about it, she began to breathe again, albeit she took air in and out in shallow instances. Her ribcage...it really hurt, although everything else on her did too at that moment, but the pain that went through her at even moving it was enough of a shock to stop her in her tracks.... While her eyes began to at last, properly adjust to the lighting of wherever she was, she finally took note of a simple fact; Cináed caught a look at her bare arm, and realized that it was riddled with bruises, nasty ones. That was enough to make it all come back to her; the decided battle she’d engaged in before, with the rogue. She was fated to lose before she’d even began that.... For the sake of her father, she’d took on an opponent that she was in no way ready to take on. And it’d cost her indeed, although she was lucky enough to have escaped the brawl with her life.

Body still throbbing, the Salamander’s eyes widened as she stared down at her arm, shivering from being cold and wet; the pieces of the occurrence began to reveal themselves to her quickly, until everything fell back into place. I don’t remember much near the end, but, wasn’t I flung into the sea? She did her best to remember, pulling at the foggy and uncertain memories of near the end of it best she could, trying as hard as she could to make them coherent. A calm look came over her face as she maintained her position, and breathing pattern, remembering. Yeah, he did throw me into the bay, I can remember hitting the water, and it swallowing me up before I passed out. Carefully, Cináed turned her head up, noting the pain in her neck as she did so.

Wait...if I passed out in the water, I should be dead...not sitting on land, very much alive and in pain. The girl’s body felt like it went even colder, heart skipping a beat in her chest as her memory connected together at last, and she came to realize what she hadn’t beforehand—the Undine writhing around right next to her, who was very clearly in pain!

That was when it kicked in—the adrenalin that is. A yelp came from the girl’s throat as jerked her head over to again look at the poor guy, a very distressed expression overtook her features. How the hell had she not realized that there was someone right freaking next to her thrashing about in pain?! Whether or not she was just coming out of being half-drowned, she should’ve been able to acknowledge his situation—of all the times her obliviousness had to strike, it had to happen at what could’ve been one of the worse possible moments! About a bajillion thoughts slammed into her mind at once regarding this whole state of affairs, her own situation forgotten for the moment, her injuries becoming the very last thing on her mind. Cináed didn’t know what was wrong with him, why it was the Undine was in such distress for the moment, and being careful about it, to avoid being slammed with his tail as he did squirm about, the Salamander turned to face him, a look of worry on her face.

What in the name of Frena do I do?! He’s, I don’t—gah! the girl’s hand shot to grip the side of her head as she slammed her eyes shut, unable to comprehend or think of how to handle this mess, the guy was in no shape to talk, so she couldn’t find out what was wrong, and without that info, she was useless to help him. A groan slipped from her while her body shook from the anxiety and panic she felt at being unable to help him, she hated the idea of being useless to given assistance.... However, it took a few moments, a few moments of scrambled and jumbled thoughts for something to drop in out of nowhere, a thought that actually made sense amidst the chaos of her mind.

A memory, and knowledge. With it, her eyes opened about as quickly as they could, before she stared at the poor Undine before her. I...forgot, Undine, when they leave the water, they change between their aquatic forms and their terrestrial ones. A frown formed over her face, And unlike the Salamander who also can change...their transformation is very painful; Osael did not show much kindness to his children like Frena did in that way. Cináed removed her hand from her head as she remained overtop the Undine, watching. Still yet, she could not help but notice a very strange thing happening as it was he turned. The markings that had been upon his body, ones she’d thought tattoos began to recede away while it was even his hair color began to change. Okay, I don’t think that’s supposed to happen? she thought blinking.

A moment after this thought passed through her head though, another surfaced in her mind while it was the most wrenching part of the Undine’s transformation occurred...the division of the tail into legs. However....

Gah...I forgot about that too! The small Salamander’s injured body went rigid while it was her face turned beet red at a moment’s notice. Not only is their change painful, but it doesn’t exactly come equipped with clothing! Although she definitely wasn’t as squeamish about the matter of nudity when it came to the opposite sex as some girls her age might be, that didn’t mean she was perfectly comfortable with it either. Cináed averted her eyes while the Undine’s change came to its end, feeling her face redden even further. It was only at this point that she was able to take note of one other thing that persisted within proximity of her as well—seeing what looked like water move within the air out of the corner of her eye, the mortified Salamander found her gaze drawn toward its source.

Hovering about the now seemingly human boy before her was a sort of creature, looking rather like a fish, formed of...water. She could only stare at it a moment, as its attention was focused upon the Undine who it seemed to accompany. Okay, make sense of that later more important things.... she thought, forcing her mind from the subject of the strange creature. Her face still red from the fact that the Undine lying before was undoubtedly nude...and seemingly unconscious now, Cináed found herself letting out a sigh as she shut her eyes and moved her hands to what lay around her neck now, though it was sodden, the cape she wore would at least provide some cover for the boy and make it bearable for her to look at him without flushing.

Undoing the knot that held the article in place, the Salamander removed it from around her, and very quickly draped it overtop the Undine’s middle, sighing as she did so. “Oh Frena.... What happened?” she mumbled, looking back to the water-fish for a moment as she drew a hand up to her head.

Slowly, the pain and ache of her battered body returned to her as she came to calm down. And she remembered before, what her mind had been on about…the fact that she’d been flung off a cliff by the rogue she’d engaged in combat. So, since I somehow managed to survive a bludgeoning, drowning, possible internal bleeding, and dying from dehydration or starvation...and since I woke up to find a writhing Undine near me on a beach, I think I can come to the conclusion that he’s the one who saved me. Her eyes went back to the unconscious Undine boy...to whom she likely owed her life.

A groan slipped from her as the distress of her injuries began to make a return to her body, throbbing and such. A sharp pain around her neck too got her, a bruise forming from when it was the rogue had hoisted her up and tossed her into the ocean. Sighing, the girl set her eyes upon the face of the seemingly sleeping Undine, the strange fish thing still floating about him...what it was she still had no idea, but it seemed to have intelligence about it that she couldn’t deny. ....I know Undine changes are painful, but, I can’t help but worry. Looking around a bit, a look of discontentment upon her face, Cináed was uncertain of what it was she could or should do.

So, she did the only blatantly obvious thing that occurred to her—which was to carefully reach out, and set a hand on the boy’s forehead and attempt to speak despite the discomfort in doing so. “U-Um, please, wake up? You....are you all right...?”

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[Nicodemus Nylgunir Osael de Oceania]


And wake up he did, after some delay.

Not much went on his mind as he lay there, not moving for a split second. It seemed like an eternity, though, and thoughts slowly began to surface as he stirred. He heard talking, and felt movement, along with something touching him. He was head, and he would have been more alerted had he not been in the state he was currently in. He struggled to move, but felt sluggish, and still in slight pain. The new appendages felt odd to him, and he wriggled his toes slightly, as if testing them out. And then, he opened his eyes.

It was just darkness for a moment, as if inky tendrils enveloped his vision, but then the light flooded in and memories came rushing back to him. His eyes just stared at the visible expanse of sky for a moment, before crossing slightly to focus on the hand placed on his forehead, then zoning in on the owner of said hand. He stared at the girl for a moment, blinking once, looking away, then blinking again and returning to his stare. His mouth opened for a moment, then closed.

Then his brain kicked in and he brush the hand off of his head, sat up, and moved his hands to cover what he thought he was exposing to the poor girl, only to feel the brush of cloth already there. Which means that it had already been exposed and taken care of. He sighed then, mostly out of relief due to the fact that the girl had lived and had managed to remain nonchalant enough to somehow cover him. His gaze moved then, from the girl to the creature that had spoken his dead tongue earlier.

"Yuis lena, whed air aid?" He spoke it as a hushed whisper, the tone of which came out sounding more demanding than he intended. He mentally justified it by noting that he was rustic with the language.

Lear. The reply came almost immediately, as if the creature had read his thoughts before they were vocalized. Nico turned his gaze back to the girl for a moment, before replying to Laes.

"Lear. I'n Naisunanir. Whed heffalan?" He asked, curious as to what exactly transpired when he was unconscious. He then turned slightly to the girl, repeating the question, in a language she'd understand. "What happened?"

Yui wasa lud uid llus rulr, rha suyasan irrui, runafunirr irrarran llsun e sraillll, dhal rha fresan has heln ul irruis haen eln irrui wuca if. Laes' answer came first, and he nodded to the entity. His eyes then turned up to the cliff Laes mentioned, pupils contracting as they hit the light. He hadn't been told much, just that he was out for a few moments, and that all that had transpired was a person yelling from a cliff, and then his head being touched. Still, it left Nico wondering who had been yelling from the cliff. Had it been the very person who caused the girl to nearly die? Were they now headed back for more? It put him on guard, but once again, as if reading his thoughts, Laes soothed him.

Nu dhsaed. A rnerr llanera.

No threat. It repeated in his head and his breathing became more calm. Nico stood then, bringing the cape placed on him up with him and tying it into a knot at his side, so it acted as a skirt of sorts. He turned to face towards the incline he had previously been facing away from, looking up at the wooded are it lead to. He wondered if it lead to a path, and then began to wobble a bit, the balance portion of his new legs now becoming difficult. His heel dug into the sand as he braced himself more and he looked down at the girl once more.

"You're okay."

It wasn't a question, it was a statement, and he said no more before offering his hand to the girl. That is, of course, until Laes interjected.

Yuis lena.
(Your name.)


He nodded, once more, and looked into the girls eyes before raising his other hand and placing it against his chest. "Nicodemus." He then motioned it towards her, eyebrows arcing as he waited for her response.

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[Cináed Rubina la Fabre]


As he came to, a sigh of relief slipped from her, although she knew the reason he’d gone unconscious in the first place, something which she couldn’t help at all…the fact that he was waking up made her feel at least a bit better, mentally and emotionally anyway. Physically she remained in some levels of pain—the discomfort from her injures, known and unknown went through her with the slightest movement she made, and the shallowest of breaths too. His eyes opened, and he turned his gaze upon her for a moment, though he was undoubtedly disoriented. As she’d been upon her waking too. To him she offered a weak smile, something hard to manage given the fact that a part of her just wanted to let out a groan and tumble backward, to lay there until she felt better.

After a moment of silence, the boy opened his mouth, as if he were going to speak before he shut it again, and brushed her hand away from his forehead; how could she have forgotten to remove that upon his waking…? The Undine sat upward, seeming to move his hands to cover what she’d taken the liberty of beforehand with her cape. Cináed moved back a bit, giving him some breathing room as he let out a sigh, of what she assumed was relief. I suppose he’s glad I was able to cover him up.... she reasoned, her gaze was kept upon him as he turned to look at her again, before his own eyes turned to the watery-creature that remained at his beckon.

He spoke to it, voiced hushed, a whisper only—the tone of his voice sounded near-demanding to her. She couldn’t make out what he’d said, or asked, of the strange fish. So, she was left only to stare at him, eyes going between the Undine and the fish. His gaze went back to her again, then again to the fish.... Cináed didn’t know what to make of this, of him, at the moment. For certain now, all she knew was what she could figure. She’d almost drowned after her being defeated, then her life was saved by this Undine who she woke up to find writhing about in pain as he underwent his given transformation. Her face was still a shade of red, this she was sure of because it felt hot compared to the rest of drenched and sodden body. He’s seems a bit odd, at least, compared to the few Undine I’ve dealt with in my lifetime. But, I’m sure that I owe him my life. I’d have drowned if he hadn’t of saved me

"Lear. I'n Naisunanir. Whed heffalan?" he spoke again, loud enough for her to hear this time—but clearly not understand. The language in which the Undine spoke, it was different, a tongue completely foreign to her ears. Hearing it caused Cináed to tilt her head to the side, an obviously perplexed expression crossing over her features. Yep...she was lost with what he’d said to the fish. Frena, please don’t let that be the only language he speaks—because I’ll be unable to communicate with him if that’s so.

“What happened?” he suddenly asked her, which startled her back into reality. Her crystal-colored eyes widened a bit and she looked upon him a bit blankly, startled by the fact that he’d gone from speaking one language to another. The question itself was easy enough to answer, but with her state and the suddenness of its asking...she couldn’t help but be a bit lost.

Before she could say anything though, he was looking away again, toward the nearby cliffs—the ones she seemed to have been thrown from before. The rogue! her mind jumped backward, remembering the encounter she’d had before. She was supposed to be going after the rogues...but that was what netted her, her current state to begin with now. Regardless though, she’d imposed the task of ending them before they could disrupt anyone else’s lives like they had with hers and her Clan’s. He’s gotten away by now...and even if I could track him down, trying to take him on again like this would get me killed. I at least need to try to heal. she sighed, shutting her eyes. Cináed did her best to make her body relax a bit as best she could.... Before she could go and even consider combat or tracking again, she needed to recover, and also pay her dues to this strange Undine for having saved her sorry ass.

About half a minute passed by, only the lapping of the waves upon the seashore filled the silence until it was she heard the Undine begin trying to ascend to his feet. Blinking a couple of times, pushing the pain she felt back again as she turned her head up to look at him—noting that he tied her cape into a very fashionable looking skirt. He was looking outward, toward an incline that lead to a small patch of forest. The fact that the boy began to wobble a bit where he stood did not go past her either, she noticed the fact that he seemed a bit weak in the legs for a moment before he steeled himself against it. New to land, perhaps? Obviously, a newly landbound Undine would have a bit of trouble finding their balance when fresh from water....

He looked back down to her, “You’re okay.” he simply said. Not asking, just stating a fact, an observation.

Define ‘okay.’ Cináed thought to herself, staring up at him.

With no more being said by him, he held out his hand to her. Before he again nodded, and promptly looked down at her, right into her eyes. His other hand went to his bare chest, and he spoke, “Nicodemus.” He then gestured to her.

Nicodemus...? Was that his name? So, did he now want hers as well?

Even with the pain she felt in her bruised throat from speaking at the moment, she knew well enough it’d be rude to not oblige when he did manage to save her from a premature, watery grave. Giving to him a simple nod, to show she understood what he meant. Breathing out, the Salamander readied herself for the discomfort she would feel for doing this, “I’m Cináed Rubina la Fabre...and yes, I’m ‘okay’ for the most part, sans the injuries....”

More than a few times, her voice wavered and cracked as she spoke, eyes glassing over a bit with the obvious pain she felt. “Y-You saved my life...didn’t you?” she asked, “....thank you for that,” Her crystal-eyes turned down, looking upon the hand still extended out to her. It would hurt to move, and to stand, but she couldn’t remain where she sat. After a moment of looking at his hand, Cináed tentatively extended her arm outward, setting her gloved hand into his, gripping onto it lightly as a surge of pain traveled up her arm.

“Are you all right...? I know that the change an Undine undergoes is extremely painful, unlike what I would go through as a Salamander....” she spoke again, still concerned for his wellbeing.

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Celebriän trudged along the soft, damp moss of the forest path in her simple thick leather tunic, pants and boots. The tree's soft whisper against the wind was like a lullaby, soothing and warm, as it lightly tousled Celebriän's long golden locks around her. It was so welcoming and calm to her blue jewel like eyes. The feeling of security was all around when, abruptly, everything changed. Her light smooth steps, turned to rough ridged stomps on the tough, rock path filled with twigs. Celebriän could no longer hear the tree's swaying movements with the breeze, as they were now replaced with the snapping sound of twigs being crushed behind her. For a second she could have sworn there was someone following her, for Celebriän's soft foot steps were not alone. Celebriän jerked her head to get a quick glimpse of what she thought was a tall man, towering over her, but Celebriän soon came to realize it was just a thin tree, bending to close to the path. Frightened of her new surroundings, Celebriän began to sprint, her green-gray cloak fluttering out behind her. The eerie dark, green forest past in a blur beside her. She felt betrayed, like the sweet, welcoming forest had tricked her, lured her, into this hell that Celebriän was now trying to escape. There was still some light left in the sky, quickly being submerged by deep gray, smokey clouds. Celebriän did not want to still be here when the only thing that somewhat kept a slight feeling of safety in her heart, disappeared behind the darkness.

But the sun was quickly setting, and Celebriän's hope of getting out of this Nauca'taurë before nightfall was fading just as quick. She was beginning to regret her choice of running away from home at midday, leaving everything behind, including her bow. Celebriän did not even have a simple dagger on her person, and the Nauca'taurë was a sinister place when darkness fell over it. For in the night time is when the more ferocious and monstrous creatures came out to hunt. Most of these creatures seek out the burrows of smaller animals. However, there are those who lie in wait for those who believe they are strong and fearless, daring to hunt the night creatures of the Nauca'taurë. But sometimes these creatures find a meal in those who have wandered from the path instead, like Celebriän, and this is what she feared, yet now expected to happen. Her body and bones would be devoured, Celebriän's resting place would be the stomach of some horrid beast, for if one is to go in to the Nauca'taurë alone at night, meant they were never to be seen again nor any trace of them ever being there to begin with.

Celebriän knew she shouldn't stop and catch her breath, but she had been sprinting across the forest floor and even though naturally elves walked silently, when it came to long distances it takes its toll on the body. Finding a thick, round tree that was shrouded in shadows, she hid herself on the sturdiest branches that was a few feet above the ground. Balancing herself on the branch, Celebriän pulled her legs as close to her chest as she could without falling and rested her back against the tree's wide trunk. There she sat and cried silently, tears spilling from her eyes like rain falling from the sky.

Tired, scared and alone, Celebriän wanted to go home.

The Nauca'taurë fell quiet, as silent as the dead, the sun gone from the sky and spreading darkness around Celebriän. With her natural Elven low light vision she could still see clearly as if it were day, her keen eyes and hearing would be all that stood between Celebriän and death. There she fell in to a state of rest, and dreamed. In her dreams she saw herself with child, in the future with Eöl at her side, he was now her husband! Together, Celebriän sitting while Eöl standing beside and slightly behind her, his one hand on her shoulder the other holding her hand. They were having a their portrait painted by the Elven artist in their home of Hísië'nandë. Far too soon the dream ended with Celebriän not knowing how long she had stayed there dreaming while tears had continued to fall from her eyes, when the feeling of something suddenly wrapping itself around her ankle woke her, causing her to take in a quick breath and holding it.

'This is it.' Celebriän thought to herself, keeping her eyes shut tightly. 'Namárië.'

“Celebriän?” Whispered two Elven male voices in harmony.

“Melda'nya!” “Onórë!” The whispered voices sounded together, Celebriän… Knew these voices.

Daring a glance, Celebriän slowly opened one eye. The beasts of the forest were well known for playing tricks not only of the mind but of sight as well. But underneath her feet, below the branch and on the ground stood Eöl, who held her ankle, and her brother, Amras.

“Amya'andúnë, Melmë'nya. Amya'andúnë, Onóro.” Celebriän greeted each of them with a nod of her head.

Eöl released her ankle as he and Amras moved out from under her and the branch she was resting upon. With great elegance, Celebriän hung her over the side of the branch and pushed herself up and off the branch, landing as quiet and graceful as cat would, in front of the Elven men. She listened as her brother whistled a few notes of an Elven song and watched as a trail of dimly lit orbs wound their way towards the three of them. Celebriän looked up at Eöl in surprise, who just smiled and kissed the top of her head.

“Your father called in a favor that an old friend owed him. When we found you, your brother would give the signal and the pathway home would be lit for us.”

Celebriän nodded in acknowledgment and understanding. “I am… I apologize for causing such trouble, dear Eöl, my brother. I just…”

Amras pulled her in to his arms and held her tight. “Dear sister you need not explain your reason. Nor must you feel the need to apologize to us. No one aside from mother, father, Eöl and I know of what transpired today.” Releasing Celebriän and draped his arm around her shoulders. “Let us go home Cele. The lights lead us down a safe path.”

Celebriän smiled up at her brother as Eöl took her hand and together the three followed the glowing orb lights towards Hísië'nandë.

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The day before had been long for Celebriän, it was almost well in to the night before the three arrived in the Elven town Mist Valley. Named such as every morning a soft mist carpeted the clearing the Elves had turned in to a town. It was isolated from the outside world of humans, the road leading through the twisted forest and the town was long. There used to be many travelers on the roads, but with the creatures of the forest becoming more daring and violent, the amount of people coming through dwindled. But the Elves of Mist Valley did not mind this. They preferred not to have so many visitors that were not kin to them. They had everything they needed right here; The forest was capable of supporting them of food and water. It was only occasionally an Elf went outside of Mist Valley to purchase supplies such fabric for clothing and anything the armor or weapon-smith needed for repairs or crafting.

But Celebriän missed hearing the stories travelers would share. All the great adventures and dangers they faced, who they were on their way to visit or what their hometowns were like. Celebriän and her brother would always be the first to ask if they could go with on the next trip out of Mist Valley to purchase items that were needed. One day they finally did get to go, the first and last time they ever left the safety of Mist Valley. They never made it half way through the twisted forest with their uncle on their mother's side, when a great beast that was not quite bear, yet not quite wolf either attacked their cart. Their uncle scooped Celebriän and her brother up in his arms and got them to climb the nearest tree. Telling them to keep climbing, help each other to climb as high as they could, while he took on the malformed beast.

And while their uncle could have been considered the victor of the battle, well needless to say their uncle suffered grave injuries. His heroics in keeping Celebriän and her brother alive and safe is truly the only thing that mattered. He got them back to Mist Valley safe, it mattered not that the horse and cart did not. Since then, Celebriän and her brother never strayed far, if at all, in to the twisted forest.

“Anel'nya, it is dawn. Time to rise Celebriän, you need to eat and dress. Today we are fitting you for your wedding dress. Please make haste Anel'nya.” Her mother's voice called from her bedroom doorway.

“Amya'arin mamil.” Celebriän said with a yawn.

“Celebriän Sára'londë!” Her mother hissed taking a step in to the room. “Elves do not yawn!”

Celebriän quickly put a hand over her mouth. “Ánin apsene mamil.”

Her mother only sighed and shook her head ever so slightly before walking over to Celebriän's bed, giving her a loving hug and left. Leaving Celebriän alone to prepare for another day of wedding arrangements, for in two days Celebriän and Eöl would be bound together for eternity.

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Sylvia stumbled down the cliff as she hurried towards the two by the water. She had no idea what she would do once she got there. Fighting was not her forte; having only basic defensive skills left her pretty much defenseless. The blame couldn’t be put on Henry or Molly; after the adoption Molly had wanted her to take lessons in many fighting classes just in case her biological mother came back for her, but after a few classes she just couldn’t take hurting another person and came home crying. Henry and Molly let her drop out, but on her sixteenth birthday they gave her a pocket knife and made her promise to always carry it.

Now here she was, walking back in the woods that lead to them, with her hand in her pocket curled around the knife. Just be kind, maybe the guy won’t kill you. Apparently he tried to save a girl…or eat her.” Sylvia shivered at the images that played in her mind. Seeing him digging into the poor girl’s flesh and ripping it off, blood and guts pouring onto the ground, made her stop in her tracks. Leaning onto a tree she took a few deep breaths, trying to calm her stomach and nerves. She would be no good if she needed to fight if she was driving herself sick. Sylvia patted the front of her thighs, Okay….I got this…she ask him kindly if the girl is alright…that is all you have to do, hopefully.

She hurried and made it to where the woods stopped and suddenly stopped, I-I can’t… Her mind ran back and forth before she finally stepped into sight. A gush of wind blew, taking this a signal and becoming a little more courageous, she walked up until there were six or seven feet between them. She had seen the girl was okay and the boy was clothed. Thank Sweet Nectar! He is clothed.

“A-are…I-Is everyone alright? I saw…uhm…the girl was kind of lifeless…” She said so low that it would be a miracle if anyone of them heard her. Her face was red with embarrassment, but her eyes showed something different. She was a little bit confused, but also cautious. The guy looked funny, plus if he was the one who was swimming super-fast then she wondered how. He had normal human legs. She shook her head slowly and stared at the two. The sun hitting on the water made her green eyes shine, which made her look more angelic.

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"Just because we wear some word called 'honor' like armor, doesn't mean it protects us. You're nothing more than scum."





Hikari slid back into the sheath with a small, low, metallic sound, as Alesiar walked out of the small, slightly decrepit village. It was a poor town, many of the people left were the old and the sick, or the young and the sick who were orphans. The only strong ones were the few urchins who ran around stealing bread and cheese from merchants' carts to help feed the weaker ones.

Alesiar knew how that felt a little too well. It hadn't been very long ago that that had been what he had been doing. Though he had only been stealing for himself, so that he could survive. Many of the urchins and orphans in the village had been mixed races. Some had been Sylph, and he had seen a couple Undine as well, which surprised him, but at the same time, he hadn't bothered to ask any questions. It wasn't his business, so why bother? Besides, urchins and orphans weren't about to talk with a six-foot-two guy dressed all in black with two swords strapped to his back.

Well, apart from the one who was trying to follow him at the moment. He knew who she was, she was the one who had thanked him, and he had only looked at her, and turned and walked away without a word. And now she was following him. What could she want? Money, perhaps? It would make sense. His thoughts were interrupted but a large and beefy hand grabbing his shoulder and spinning him around roughly. It wasn't hard for the overweight man, Al was rather light. His stoic expression changed in not the slightest while the man, who had been his employer, stuck a sausage-like finger in his face and began yelling at him, his face going purple and his mustache bristling. As the man ranted, Alesiar's only thought was wondering how the man had gotten so fat in such a poor town.

"Now you listen here, you, you...rat! I gave you a job to do, I wanted the heads of the thieves robbing my carts! And here now you just think you're going to hand over my own goods to the little cretins and just waltz out of here?! I'll have your head, you filthy bastard, you, you, thief! I'll--"

Alesiar had had enough of the man, and he snatched the man's finger in two of his own, twisting it so that the fat man cringed and cried out. His eyes flashed crimson as he glared at the fat man in front of him. Silently, with his free hand, he unbuckled the strap holding on his swords, which fell to the ground with a clang, and then let go of the man in order to take off his long coat. The man stumbled back away from him, holding his injured finger, his purple face now white from pain and fear, his beady little mouse eyes swiveling around for an exit, and then latched on to Alesiar when he realized what he was seeing. Alesiar had let his wings out, one six-foot pure black, the other six-foot pure metal. It was a thing of both beauty and horror, and he heard the girl hiding behind the tree gasp. She was also a Sylph.

Alesiar advanced on the man, moving both of his wings so that the sharp tips were only inches away from the man's face. "Who you sent me to kill were nothing more than young children. If you want them dead, then you're nothing but a cowardly prick who deserves to die. They're children. Are your goods really that precious? Then again, by your sheer size, I would hazard a yes to that." His ebony eyes shone as he leaned down and picked up the man, who was trembling so hard he could barely stand on his stubby legs. Alesiar turned and picked up one of his swords. "Get out of here, child, this is nothing you should see."

The girl, wide eyes staring at Alesiar, turned and ran back to the village. The trees swayed around Alesiar in the breeze as he glared at the cowering man, who was stuttering over questions and choking on his words. "You might want to learn more about your hirelings and targets before you send a Sylph after a Sylph. We usually don't take too well at being ordered to kill our own kind for money. Whatever god you pray to, I suggest you start begging their forgiveness. You sure as the Seven Hells are getting none from me." Kurai flashed black in the sunlight as the sword was brought around to the mans' neck, silencing his scream. His head rolled off somewhere to Al's right, and the body slumped to the ground at his feet, blood leaking out and pooling around his feet. He put Kurai down and sunk the tip into the ground, leaning on it slightly.

And there, in the middle of the path in the woods just south of the village, the Sylph with one mechanical wing, body at his feet and coat and sword scattered around him, fell asleep fast on his feet. But before he completely drifted off, he thought he heard the sound of waves on a beach. Funny...he didn't remember being near one before...

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"M'fine." He responded, eyes narrowing at her as she winced. But he left it unmentioned, and decided to question her on it and her origins at another time. His hand lingered in hers for a moment before he pulled free of it and held it towards Laes, using his other hand to tear off a piece of the cloth covering him. His hand motioned fluidly, pulling a length of water and guiding it into the torn cloth. He used both hands to tie it into a pouch around the liquid, and then used the excess cloth to tie it to what was covering him; he really needed to get some clothes.

Sha effsueshar.

As if on cue with Laes' heeding, the girl that had been up on the cliff now broke through the treeline and began speaking in some sort of panic. Nico greeted her with a stoic expression, and after she had asked several questions, he cast a glance that said 'you handle this' at the girl who had introduced herself as Cináed.

He didn't really find himself in the mood to talk much at the moment, not that he was much of a talker in general anyway. Regardless, he was tired, still in pain from the shift in forms, and disoriented and not yet used to walking on legs. And so he remained silent, heels still dug into the sand so he could maintain balance and not end up toppling over. He took a deep breath as he calmly recollected his thoughts and once again turned his gaze to the woods that the incline lead to, the one the strange girl had just come through.

It left him thinking that there might be a path again, and he exchanged glances between the mystery girl and Cináed, before deciding to at least say something. "Clothes. Path." He gestured to the cape tied around his waist, and then to the incline that lead into the woods. He didn't think it needed any other explanation beyond that, he was still overtly exposed with the cape, and a path meant that it led somewhere.

He didn't really wait for a response from either, and steeled himself as he approached the incline, attempting to climb up it before losing his balance and falling flat onto his back in the sand. His vision flashed white before he let out a groan. And as if the blow to the head flipped a switch, he began exclaiming. "Osael damn these infernal legs! How do you even navigate with these clumsy, pale appendages?!" He didn't offer any attempt to get up, and lay there on his back, crossing his arms over his chest. He blew a tuft of hair out of his face, cheeks beginning to flush.

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Cináed offered a hesitant sort of wave to this new girl who’d evidently come so far from wherever she’d been to inquire about her own wellbeing and the wellbeing of Nicodemus, along with gesture did a nervous sort of smile slip over her fatigued features. Standing up was in itself a rather difficult task at the moment, given the pain in even breathing from the encounter she’d weathered only a bit ago, before presumably almost drowning. Her body was tired, injured and undoubtedly weak from what she’d undergone. Although she’d imposed this duty over herself, Cináed’s mind could only partly wonder what would happen in the near-future to her if she’d brushed death with just one encounter—with the supposedly weakest member of the rogues, nonetheless. ....she herself was considered weak too, by the standards of her Family-Clan. Of her father’s children, she was the least refined Salamander, her powers were laughable and her control over herself the same.

If she did this badly against the supposedly weakest member of the Rouge clan...then what awaited her as far as the others meant was certain death. The only reason her ass was even alive now was because of a random chance encounter with an odd Undine who’d saved her from drowning.

Her hand dropped back down to her side, eyes slipping ground-ward as a small huff slipped from between her lips at acknowledging the sordid truth. She wanted to stop the rogues, not just for the sake of her own Clan, but for all those other Salamander out there. If they attacked her family on a whim, then it was likely enough that they’d go and do the same to another Salamander Clan. She had to find some way to get stronger, and to stop them.

A shudder went through her body, skin going gooseflesh as the reality of her current situation settled in on her—she was dressed in her usual, somewhat revealing attire while also being sopping wet. A truly good combination...and she was without her usual cloak due to the situation that had surfaced with Nicodemus’ shift from his Undine form to his Human one. She had noted the Undine had gone and ripped a section of it off as well to serve as a sort of pouch. Oh well...I was going to get a new one anyway, don’t really want that one back after this.

“A-are…I-Is everyone alright? I saw…uhm…the girl was kind of lifeless…” the girl spoke, voice so low that the constant lapping the sea waves behind nearly drowned it out. Cináed managed to make it out, but only after struggling a bit to make sure that she had heard right.

Again, a hesitant sort of smile was offered to the girl by Cináed. So, it seemed that she was not only indebted to Nicodemus, but this lass as well for being worried about her. Well, she had time to kill now while she recovered from her injuries anyway...perhaps in that time, she could find a way to repay them.

Nicodemus was looking between herself and the newly arrived girl, seemingly composed...his aura almost regal. Cináed returned his gaze with a silently questioning one of her own; did he have something to say...? “Clothes. Path.” he gestured to the skirt he’d made from her cloak, and to the path that led into the nearby woods, the same one taken by the girl. The Salamander girl tilted her head to the side, she understood what he meant and what he wanted...yeah, he could use some actual clothing. But at the same time, it was noticeable—to her at least—that he was not looking so good himself. Gonna guess he’s still not used to having legs, and that there’s some lingering pain from his change.

Trying to find a town now would definitely be nice, if not for getting Nicodemus some clothing, then so that she might find a bed to collapse into until she recovered from her injuries. That sounded quite nice at the moment. Such a sight she had to be...a waterlogged Salamander; one of Frena’s children, a being born of flame and warmth, battered and sodden.

Without another word, Nicodemus took to trying to climb the slight incline that led from the shore to the pathway, looking as if he were trying to maintain his composure. The water-fish-thing floated about near him still, before it was it happened with little warning. The Undine boy’s legs looked like they were suddenly made of jelly...and he flopped over backward, landing flat in the sand on his back. Cináed couldn’t help but wincing when he hit the ground...She’d fallen enough times like that to know it was both a bit painful, and definitely embarrassing to do in front of others. And embarrassed was definitely what he seemed to be, as his cheeks began to seep with red, the color clashing with his hair quite well. "Osael damn these infernal legs! How do you even navigate with these clumsy, pale appendages?!" he crossed his arms, lying there, not bothering to try to get up again.

The smile that formed over her face was one that she couldn’t help. The way he’d just spoken, coupling it with how he’d just flopped over backward was too funny to her…and a small little laugh slipped from her bruising throat. A heap of giggles came from her, in-between them slipped, “Ow.”s due to the injuries overlaying her body. After about half a minute of this, Cináed managed to make them subside enough to sort of limp over to him, standing overtop of him with a weak sort of smile. “We can ‘navigate with these clumsy pale appendages’ because we were born with them, and you weren’t—you aren’t used to them yet, so you can probably expect to flop over like this in times to come more than once.”

Looking back over to the seemingly timid green-eyed girl, a half shrug came from Cináed. “I’d say we’re all right, sweetie, a little worse for the wear, but overall, okay. S’not like either him or I are dead, just a bit banged up maybe!” that ended with a laugh.

With that, the Salamander turned her crystal-eyes back to the pouting Undine below her and held her hand out to him. She was injured and sore...but she might be able to handle helping him up, if he let her of course. “So, Nico, you gonna stay laying there all day, or are you going to try to navigate your clumsy legs again?”

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Character Portrait: Alesiar
Character Portrait: Sylvia Kaye Wiles
Character Portrait: Celebriän Sáralondë

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Character Portrait: Celebriän Sáralondë
Celebriän Sáralondë

Elen sila lumenn' omentielvo. (A star shines upon the hour of our meeting.)

Character Portrait: Sylvia Kaye Wiles
Sylvia Kaye Wiles

When you stop & smell the flowers life is sweet. Witness the beauty in all that you meet.

Character Portrait: Alesiar
Alesiar

"You know nothing about me, so stop acting like you do. You don't know the pain that I've been through. Stop acting like you understand."

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Character Portrait: Sylvia Kaye Wiles
Sylvia Kaye Wiles

When you stop & smell the flowers life is sweet. Witness the beauty in all that you meet.

Character Portrait: Celebriän Sáralondë
Celebriän Sáralondë

Elen sila lumenn' omentielvo. (A star shines upon the hour of our meeting.)

Character Portrait: Alesiar
Alesiar

"You know nothing about me, so stop acting like you do. You don't know the pain that I've been through. Stop acting like you understand."

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Character Portrait: Alesiar
Alesiar

"You know nothing about me, so stop acting like you do. You don't know the pain that I've been through. Stop acting like you understand."

Character Portrait: Celebriän Sáralondë
Celebriän Sáralondë

Elen sila lumenn' omentielvo. (A star shines upon the hour of our meeting.)

Character Portrait: Sylvia Kaye Wiles
Sylvia Kaye Wiles

When you stop & smell the flowers life is sweet. Witness the beauty in all that you meet.


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