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Torleik
A lone man loved by none: How long can he live? Somewhere in his mind, Torleik had felt the temperature drop, but it did not register as important enough for him to attempt shelter. Irelyn, on the other hand, was not fond of rain at all, and as the world around them slowly announced that showers were going to fall from the sky, the owl-griffin took to the nearby trees in an effort to shield herself. "Wet," she urged her bonded, giving a squawk for good measure, but he did not respond. His head was a gloomy place right now and Irelyn was confused. Normally her comfort fixed this, but after that white mare...his head was shadowy and unhappy as ever. "Sad..." she chimed and watched his eyes flick up to her in the tree. "Yes and no, my little one," was his reply with that smile that she knew meant he was putting on a brave face for her, trying to spare her the complicated explanation. "What." She answered with some annoyance. He was always treating her so tenderly, like she would break at any moment or couldn't possibly understand what he was about to explain. She wasn't stupid; they were just different. And she was in his head. The avian part of her was highly capable of understanding speech and its meanings. "I do not think you're stupid, Irelyn. I just don't want to talk about it," Torleik answered her, able to feel most, if not all of her emotions when she was frustrated. She wasn't very good at keeping them on her side of the bond when flustered. Which made it unsurprising to him when a flare of irritation coursed through their bond as he gazed up at her. What was surprising, however, was the seemingly liquid fire that suddenly seared into the thick tree branch Irelyn was sitting on and drip to the ground beneath. A shriek from his companion told him she was just as shocked, and she held her wings out from her body, confused and alarmed. In that brief moment that was serenity within a small panic, Torleik recognized the feeling of magic within his bonded, and was in wonder. "It seems you and I are both learning to deal with our ability to channel magic, Irelyn," he informed her while eyeing her up and down. "Just...make sure you don't have a moment like that on my person, yes?" Torleik was certainly not fond of fire, but it didn't seem strange to him that Irelyn possessed such a skill. After all, he'd retrieved her from Helovia's molten heart; how could she possibly have any other? The small fire on the ground that his owl-griffin had started was immediately doused by the advent of rainfall the dropping temperature had foreshadowed, and Torleik closed his eyes. It had been a long time since he'd been caught in the rain, and it felt...cleansing. It did, however, give his ability to freeze the ground below him a slightly larger span, and Torleik snorted when he saw he was standing on a patch of frozen, muddy grass. This constant ability was something he'd learned he had some control over, and could stop it from happening if he concentrated on it. Now, though, what was the point? It disappeared as he moved on anyhow. Irelyn's will we set towards finding a covered place to not soak to death, and she took begrudging flight. Torleik followed in her general direction, finding that the rain made the ground where he was about to step freeze before he even touched the ground, making his steps constantly crunchy. Amusing. He looked up when something shiny and colorful caught his bonded's attention from the air, intrigued. Shiny and colorful? In this place? Quickly after, "Yoonee!" came through and Torleik picked up his pace to a small trot. A unicorn was here as well. Caught in the rain, too? His gait slowed again to a walk when the shiny, colorful thing Irelyn had found came into view. Pillars set beneath a dome of beautiful glass told him a strong civilization had lived here once, and the Bloodskald was in awe of the stone construction. His people had only ever used wood. A large reason his entire village had been wiped out with fire, he thought bitterly. Perhaps if they'd learned to quarry and shape stone... The rain was pouring down hard now, though not in sheets enough to impair visibility. The droplets themselves were thick and heavy, this rain a long time in coming. Jet black from the drenching rain, the white on his chest and in his mane and tail standing out in stark contrast, Torleik slowly approached this covered rotunda, every shift and step of his body making the strong muscles beneath his coat strain at his skin and stand apparent under the slickness of his coat. Irelyn was nowhere in sight, and given her current state of feeling much better, he assumed she had taken refuge under the covered rotunda. A figure became apparent to him within the draped coverings of the structure, a white figure, and he tensed, halting his walk. Not again. "Not same!" Irelyn suddenly chirped in his head. So it wasn't Brisa. Then who? "Shiny bird!" Irelyn seemed quite excited over this 'shiny bird' which confused Torleik entirely. A white figure that wasn't Brisa and a shiny bird. What was he walking into? Well, something he wasn't just going to walk into, dammit. He'd had one surprise for today and it was highly unpleasant enough. No more. "Hello?" his deep voice called out, wanting whoever was within to answer, or emerge first, before he took one step further. The rain didn't bother him one bit; he could stay here for as long as it took. Not like he was getting muddy with the ground freezing beneath him. It seemed if he stood in place, the new rain froze over and over as it struck the ground. Useful. @[Ophelia] ------------------------------------------------ OOC: Torleik looks sexy as hell caught in the rain, all muscular and manly and beard dripping with water. XD And they get to meet Irelyn and Irelyn already loves Tinek because he's SHINY! Yay! "talk talk talk" 'Mental talking' Thoughts |
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