"I will not fall, unless you intend to put me into a coma, which really is not necessary. I have felt the burns of ice healing before, you don't need to treat me like a child Morvan. My body and mind both are at peak." Yareli said with a smile, perhaps finding a bit too much liking of the Warlock's current position and the way he touched her so carefully. It was awkward to say the least, considering his commonly rather harsh and aggressive nature.
@Jorimel @Uriel1339 "I will not fall, unless you intend to put me into a coma, which really is not necessary.I have felt the burns of ice healing before, you don't need to treat me like a child Morvan.My body and mind both are at peak." For a moment, Morvan weighted her words with the infinite patience of a Seer before nodding and standing up. "I did not mean to insinuate anything for it was not a matter of strength or endurance, but a degree of comfort during a painful session should not be wasted.I will not invoke a comatose state upon you, but I have forewarned you I ncase you lose your consciousness." Seer spoke, as he opened the palm of his left hand the runes, first they stirred, then started gliding in a circle restlessly, just above his palm, as if sentient - and happy to be finally free to levitate around. Warlock focused on his patient, observing her with his witchsight, all the ley-lines that ran though her body, all the nerves and all the tension that was worming into her every muscle.He smiled, for it was so long ago that he did this, but then an image flashed, and instead of Yareli he saw a male figure that was very dear to him, dying infront of him and smile went away, to be replaced by a clenched jaw.He did not let it show though, and he invested an effort to look relaxed, for if he was, so would be his patient. The runes started latching one after another along the gash on Yareli`s right hand, each one at equal distance from each other.It was obvious to Yareli, that the runes were idioms of Isha.The well known, Teary Eye of Isha of Ultwe,The Heart in a Chalice, The Crimson Tear, The Maiden over a Jug that is Fountain of Life, and other...less known to her that seemed like a curious mix of several metaphors at Eldar aspects of life and fate. As the last rune glued itself to her skin, Morvan released her hand and kneeled down to where few droplets of Yareli`s blood were stark crimson against the healthy green and brown of the ground.With a wave of his hand, all of the droplets rushed together from the farthest corner, as if they glided on ice itself and infront of the Seer, joining together in a small pool. Morvan started moving his index and co-index finger together in a practiced set of movements above the small pool, which Yareli would recognize as seen in calligraphy.The deft precision of his movements, suggested it was skill he practiced many times and knew by heart. Suddenly his movement stopped, and several runes appeared in blood, with such tiny font that it would require inceredible precision to write the scrip down in ink, and not in blood and with no suport of hand whatsoever. If anyone paid attention to runes, they would see that most of them were very old, with their meanings lost to time, or just meaningless garble, perhaps only know to the Seer in the whole group. Nodding to his work, seemingly satisfied, he outstretched his left hand this time toward Yareli: "Give me your other hand, and whatever you do, do not attempt to close the wound.Focus on me and blank your mind.I will know, when you are ready."
@Wata @Jorimel @BadDo9 Artarsi eye'd the innocent little thing holding the waterfowl they had caught, offering a shrug and a smile. "If you will, I have a craftworld to return to. By Isha, how will they survive without my jokes? The exarch, the poor exarch, she'll miss me more than ever! If she would have remained the same person she was before she donned her suit.", Artarsi added a sigh as he reached out for Alo's shoulder, "Let us find this expedition, assist them with finding that little artifact of theirs and be rid of this cursed world and these cursed primitives. For all I care, they can stay and catch all the birds they'd like." Artarsi looked to the horizon and then the shuttle, squinting as he inspected it closely. "You appear to have arrived here by proper means, unless the exodite was already here, to which I wouldn't be surprised to discover.", Artarsi eye'd the waterfowl armed 'woman', "What is your purpose here?", Artarsi said with a peaceful voice and a warm smile.
Avrielle was not at all sure how to take Artarsi's words, which she had heard all of and not just the nicest parts. She frowned, but she was not intending to be intimidating, which was just as well, admittedly. But she was not one to sit idly by while misunderstandings prospered. "As I said, we have been sent by the Seers of Lugganath, but if you want more detail then we are -" Here she paused. "Finding this artifact? Did they send you to assist?" She seemed to come to a conclusion. "The Seer Council sent us to find the Sword of Eldanesh. And the "primitives" as you put it may well be the key to that." She straightened her chin. "In any case, surely as a civilised Eldar you should use the manners your parents taught you?"
"I assume like in meditation?" Yareli said, her body relatively relaxed, a sign of trust into the Warlock. He might be abrasive from time to time. But whenever it came time to act, he rarely disappointed, then again she knew him only for a short time and knew men like him. His words back on the Arcadia still rang in her ears, a memory that would fade not anytime soon. The Noblewoman took a deep breath and closed her eyes, relaxing further, accustom the cold and the foreign touch of the runes. Her mind was occupied with guilt from Astarielle, her failure to properly fight, potentially embarrassed herself and the fact she slowed down the group through this very treatment. It took her a while to finally let go, even if just for a few moments of those thoughts, sealing them somewhere metaphorically into the black box, her black box of secrets and memories. And perhaps Morvan could sense her doing so, perhaps even attempt in her state of openness to force his will into it. Warmth came off from her ethereal being, until it truly turned into a neutral soul-white, having calmed and cleared like a sky after a storm.
@Jorimel Artarsi chuckled at her words, this little maiden is yet to see what he himself went through to continue living, something that he had not wished others would go through. "My manners are mine to have, after all. But yes, we're here to assist your expedition to find the Sword of Eldanesh. Well then, seeing as we're going to be working together for a short time, perhaps we do have time for tea and introductions. I'm Artarsi and you must be...-Why of course, the waterfowl maiden. Well met.", he chuckled at his own joke.
< @Jorimel @matt23 @Wata @ItsTime > Talis had gotten the fire pit set up in not too much time. It was a smaller one, though big enough to cook on and to boil water for tea. There were a few final touches he made when he heard one of the newcomer's words. His ear twitched, and he shook his head. He left some herbs he had found next to a stone to show Avrielle later. Anger Was coming dangerously close to overtaking Talis as he walked closer, but he was still yet able to stay calm. For now. "You may insult me as much as you wish." he growled, although he truly wished the other wouldn't. "Because perhaps you with your technology don't get taught basic decency. But you will treat Avrielle with respect." His voice was calm, but frustration obvious as he gently took the maiden's hand. "If you would like, I could show you how to start a fire, and then prep the meat to cook." he tugs Avrielle's hand, hoping she would take his offer. He needed distraction, and her presence was very much calming to him
"I am Avrielle," said Avrielle. Her response was polite, though her body language indicated that she was not really at ease. When Talis came and took her hand, she allowed this, giving it a gentle squeeze in return as if she could transmit some of the calm she had managed to find for herself. She turned to him. "I would like that, thank you. It is always useful to learn more skills, after all. One never knows where one may find oneself." Turning back to Artarsi and Alo, she said, "By all means, you may eat and drink with us, and soon the rest of the group should return. If we have been given more soldiers then I am sure they will want to plan accordingly." She seemed to be returning to her cheerful self - Avrielle's more sombre moods rarely lasted long. "Did you bring any news from Farseer Andirath?"
"Charming.", was Artarsi's response to the Exodite's threats. Soon turning towards Avrielle. "I'm afraid that me and my comrade do not come from the Farseer that you speak of, we are of a different origin with the same goal. Though, as it stands, unwilling. Not to say that we will not help you, the faster we help you find that bloody sword, the faster I'm allowed to return to my people. But as it stands, they managed to pull the biggest joke the universe and their laughing god could allow them to.", Artarsi laughed.
@ItsTime @Jorimel @BadDo9 Alo was taken aback by Artarsis' gesture. He looked at his hand on his shoulder, not used to such gestures towards him, then back at Artarsi. Gently Alo shook his shoulder to relieve it of Artarsis' hand. Alo wanted to tell them how he struggled with his temper, he was aware of himself. The path he now walks was intended as a lesson of control. His pride however yet again took hold. "I do not know this Farseer of yours, as Artarsi said." Alo said as he sat down by the fire legs crossed, placing his helmet next to him on the ground. "I got lost in the webway and harlequins ushered me here on a mission to help retrieve Sword of Eldanesh. I'm guessing the rest of you will be here soon, so I'll wait." Speaking of the harlequins reminded him of the rune he was given. He produced it from his pocket and studied it. "...she must have known...she must have..." he mumbled to himself, thinking of Il-Kaithes Farseer Salianna, distancing his attention from the others for a moment of introspection.
