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Post by SaintPumpkinMuffin on Jan 3, 2017 21:57:19 GMT -6
Killian
War-Forged Merchant | Pegasus | Male
Nariah. The bustling capital of the Breimans. The soft glow of thousands of crystals illuminated the huge cavern, and through the few skylights Killian watched shadows pass, but whether they were birds or fellow pegasus he couldn't tell, for the ceiling was far off. It was a lot like Sterling... only much, much larger. It helped ease his claustrophobia a bit, but Killian was beginning to get used to the underground. Worst case I could always fly out, he reminded himself. Not like in that Labyrinth. Killian frowned at the memory of the couple days he spent walking those dark caves. It was a relatively fresh memory, given he'd only been in Nariah for a day.
The pegasus checked to be sure he'd brought everything he might need with him, and that his hostel room was locked tight before stepping out onto the street. He had one specific destination to begin his tour of the city. He'd start at the southern half, and work his way north, through the hustle and bustle of the new generation to Kaia's temple. He planned to have more than one day to tour the city, but you had to start somewhere. So south he went, small legs carrying him through the crowds.
The goings were quick, especially considering he was stopped occasionally by strangers whispering about his wings or strange accent. Killian ate up the attention. He also had to stop for directions occasionally, but if you asked him afterwards he would have denied it.
Finally, Killian neared the far wall of Nariah. Carved into the stone was one of the main temples in the city. His eyes widened excitedly, but truly his focus switched to listening as soft melody floated over the sound of street chatter. Carefully, the shetland stepped up the stairs and past the columns, mumbling a small prayer to Ayla on reflex. He paused, short form casting a very long shadow as the glow from behind was traded for the dimmer light of torches. He squinted as his eyes adjusted.
Inside, Magi and likely a Priest were mulling about, but one form was still, instrument held at her chest as she played.
Entranced, Killian watched with a quirked head, forgetting for a moment that he was in perfect eyesight... being really creepy. |
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Post by Ladybro-Meghan on Jan 3, 2017 23:41:08 GMT -6
As a magi for musicology, it was like any other day, the humble mare played for temple goers. Soothing their ears while they opened their hearts to Alya. It was something that always brought peace to Xiaozhi yet it never felt fulfilling. The gentle mule shook her neck out, readjusting her stringed instrument. A pair of blazing eyes caught her attention glowing with the torch light. Normally, Xiaozhi paid no mind to curious gazes but this was different, one of Alya's children was gracing the temple with his presence. All Breimians celebrate pegasus. Xiaozhi being no exception.
Pink orbs met yellow ones in a long stare. The stranger was clearly foreign. Unfamiliar. He wasn't tall but the stallion stood proud regardless.
The magi broke gaze, swiveling her head back to the violin, refocusing on her songs. She played a bit more softly but still entricate melodies echoed against the walls. The tune sounded..almost sad despite the unicorn's effort. Her brow narrowed in frustration. Why couldn't she play correctly of all times when a Pegasus was in her presence? Xiaozhi halted her playing. She placed the instrument at eye level with her rosey telekinetic grasp in an attempt to retune the tool. All while frustration clear on her features.
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Post by SaintPumpkinMuffin on Jan 4, 2017 9:37:26 GMT -6
Killian
War-Forged Merchant | Pegasus | Male
Killian felt his face grow red with embarrassment when the stranger looked up at him, the prolonged eye contact making him fidget. He didn't dare show it on his face. When the mare looked back down at her instrument, the War-forger tentatively took a step forward. What was the protocol for temples here? The only one's he'd visited in Sirith had been small, and he'd usually been the only one there. This was different. Back in Onea you would come and go as you pleased, but whether that was universal custom or not he couldn't be sure.
Instead, he made his way to the stranger, feeling more kinship with her than any of the other random horses here. His gaze wandered at the etchings in the walls depicting Alya. As he neared the musician, he cleared his voice quietly. "Is this seat taken?" he asked, nodding in the direction of the cushions next to her. His words were almost a whisper, as if his voice would interrupt some kind of sacred quiet of the place. Usually that wasn't something the boisterous stallion worried about, but this wasn't his home turf, and he noted that even his sharp sarcasm had been knocked down a notch since he arrived in Sterling.
Killian wasn't oblivious as some of the other temple goers began to linger their eyes on him, probably because of his wings again. The pony shifted them uncomfortably as he waited for an answer. |
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Post by Ladybro-Meghan on Jan 4, 2017 11:41:09 GMT -6
The hushed voice quickly stole her attention from tuning her violin. It stayed put floating next to her head as she turned to the stranger once more. Peering down at him she let out a quiet, polite giggle. "Brother, none of Alya's seats are claimed here. Sit where you'd like, no one will stop you." Her voice didn't carry the husky tone like the shetland's did. Her's was soft. Melodic. Xiaozhi reshifted to face him, bettering her sight of the visitor. Her eyes darted as she sized up the stallion. "If you need assistance I'll be at your beck and call." The mare let out another gentle giggle. "I am a Magi afterall." She faked a grin in attempt to seem polite but giving someone such a formal greeting made it obvious that she knew the stallion wasn't from around here.
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Post by SaintPumpkinMuffin on Jan 4, 2017 20:46:44 GMT -6
Killian
War-Forged Merchant | Pegasus | Male
"Brother?" Killian scoffed, settling down next to the unicorn as she offered her assistance. It was quite strange to have someone call him brother... he'd associated that with Raiders and Shields who called one another by such titles. Killian wasn't a brother to anyone. He was just a merchant. "I never had my own personal magi before," he chuckled, adjusting himself on the pillows.
Now that he was closer to her, Killian began taking in the stranger. Years of sneaking and observing, Killian had a knack for picking out small details. She certainly seemed ethereal, with pale hooves and hair, and pink eyes. She was certainly more feminine than many of the mares back in Onea, and he wouldn't lie if he said her music skill didn't attract his attention. "You can play some more of that violin for starters," he said, as smooth as a horse from the Northernlands could be. |
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Post by Ladybro-Meghan on Jan 6, 2017 13:21:42 GMT -6
Xiaozhi took a moment to collect her thoughts, tilting her head. "Your personal magi?" An amused chuckle formed in her throat. "You're not from around here, are you brother?" Xiaozhi perched next to the gruff stranger to lean in closer. His wings were beautiful at least. She supposed his face wasn't bad either, but that was the extend of what her impression. "If you'd like, I can show you to the leading priest here or.." If her job didn't make her Xiaozhi would never have offered. "I could give you a tour of the temple." The mule knew how confusing this place was to strangers but it was breaking into her inner quietude. Usually, she could easily ignore others while playing but magi were supposed to specially greet those who try to converse. Sigh. Why did she always get stuck with the outsiders though? Not to mention all the eyes he drew in..she didn't bother acknowledging them. Breimians tend to be very nosy. They were definitelywatching.
"My name is Xiaozhi, by the way."
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Post by SaintPumpkinMuffin on Jan 7, 2017 12:28:33 GMT -6
Killian
War-Forged Merchant | Pegasus | Male
"Xiaozhi?" Killian tried the name on his lips, finding the soft sounds slightly difficult with his accent. "Well I'm Killian," he said, as if accusing her of having a different kind of name. "And you probably don't have to ask; I'm pretty sure we both know how obvious it is that I'm a traveller. But we can do whatever you want, like I said, I'm fine with music." Killian shrugged lightly.
"If you want you can explain to me how these temples work. Who does what, protocols, you know. In Onea we go and come as we please. No magis or priests there."
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