Seep into me

Saluce Tremblay · 05-01-2011, 12:26 PM

A loud growl rang out against the remains of the blacksmiths shop. The behemoth was there and as he stared at a cut across his arm he grew angrier by the minute. Saluce had found another suitable location to start his shop again, and had already starting moving his tools over to it. It wasn’t as big or as economical as his previous shop but when it’s a rundown guest house off your main home you can’t really be picky. He’d already shored it up some and made sure it would be suitable for the shop. For now though the big brute was looking around nervously for a rag or towel to wrap his arm with.

He walked toward the less burnt section of the shop, rummaging through several boxes; this was just another interruption for him. Irritating was what it was, and even though a cloth was found and wrapped around the cut area it still didn’t help his mood right now. Saluce gave a grunt as he lifted another box to load on the car his horse would be pulling. Already the horse had bickered and stammered about such a less than noble task. The man stopped a moment to catch his breath, standing to his full height. His mind wandered at this time, to Farore. The beautiful sister of Nayru had left a small mark on him even though he hadn’t interacted with her lately. Those eyes where what he couldn’t get out of his mind, those purple orbs that made him uncomfortable, and yet inviting in their own way. He shook his head, he’d have to put her out of his mind. Saluce didn’t want Nayru getting upset with him, and he’d just have to play nice and try to keep things easy on his young queen leader. Because she didn’t need any more stress.

Farore · 05-05-2011, 01:15 PM

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So often she was left to her own devices, which was just as well. Nayru was busier than ever, it seemed the fairy queen of Dahlia de Mai never stopped or slept or stayed still for one moment. If her sister was not patrolling and marking borders than she was gathering plants for the greenhouse and if not that then she was hunting for the Dahlians who had been unsuccessful themselves that day and when that was completed she was in the church, planning out the next phase in Dahlia's makeover and when she could muse over that anymore she was going about to see if the members needed anything else and after that Farore usually just lost track of her. In her own small ways she helped her shorter sibling out. Now and then she would sweep the borders and if the kill came easy, contribute a meal to the Dahlians (though just as often as not it went into her own belly) and even if it suited her at the moment she would pick up hammer and nail and knock a few boards into place on the vineyard cellars, slowly undoing what damage the storm had done. And with all the hard work Farore put forth she often rewarded herself by stealing into one of those cellars and popping open one of the few remaining bottles of wine.

It was white this time, sweeter just as she preferred, and she carried it clumsly in one hand as she moved around Wolfville. Many of the buildings had been repaired, and those that hadn't were often those that did not have much use. Yet early on Farore had noted two interested cases: A Victorian style house collapsed in, and a building that was even worse off than the former. It was to this second location she ambled, taking a swig out of her bottle as she went, and was surprised to find the four legged beast that accompanied Saluce when she arrived. The creature gave soft grunt to to her, which she returned with her warm, cheery laugh as she moved past him, into the shop and stood in the door way, or what was left of the doorway. Pulling back on the bottle, deep liliac eyes settled on the hulking form, who seemed to be in a very sour mood indeed.

Despite Nayru's reluctance to leave Farore's naturally high spirits had resumed, and she had even begun to enjoy Dahlian life, at least a little. She could help it, but the woman found humor in most things and Saluce's grumbling was no exception. Recalling the first time they had met, she knew that her sniggers and snickers were rarely welcome, but this did not keep her from snorting as she surveyed him and his grumpy going-ons. Knowing that such a sound had given her away if her scent hadn’t, her strong but melodic voice, a mirror of her sister's but with the volume and force the soft spoken Nayru lacked, called out. "Hey there mister, what has a bee up your ass today?"

Saluce Tremblay · 05-05-2011, 07:11 PM

The rustling behind him, the scent and then the laughter. He knew full well who it was and what they were doing and it made his hackles rise in response. The day he had returned it had been her, who had stopped him, the voice she spoke with then had reeled him in, the voice Nayru couldn’t allow herself to use with him anymore. Even though that dagger cut into him more than he could ever imagine, just the same the evil sister of the noble queen had found him once again. It seemed she had a knack for it, especially during times when he wasn’t exactly in his best mood. Then before he could turn and address her that voice that beautiful angelic voice that carried a full range of emotion to it that Nayru lacked called out to him in annoyance.

Of all people, why would it be Nayru’s sister that could drive a nail through him with a simple phrase, could make his blood boil with a snicker of that angelic voice? And why of all females would it be her that drove him crazy. The man stood and turned around to look upon the devil woman and her sarcastic smile, in her there was no innocence in her gaze, it was better this way he guessed, better to address his infatuation with Nayru by busying himself by being irritated by her sister. He wanted to lash out at her, to throw an object blazingly into a wall in a very childish way but he didn’t. The behemoth just stared at her, blue eyes blazing at her lilac. For such a beautiful woman she drove him maddeningly insane at times.

“Drinking are we?” he asked in a flat tone, noticing the bottle in her hand. He’d been guilty of indulging himself from the cellars before and he didn’t begrudge her the same act. But still it didn’t improve his mood; he crossed his arms wondering what she wanted.

“Are you here to observe on my actions or would you like to help?” he simply asked.

Farore · 05-09-2011, 10:48 AM

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Delight flooded her at the man's response. The hackles rising, the unhappy tone he took with her, all these details overjoyed the woman, and she wasn't afraid to show it as her smirk only widened. When Saluce turned to look over her and their eyes caught, the lanky woman curtseyed, but only in jest and not in real deference, before taking another swing from her bottle. Already his rank was higher than her's, and Farore did not blame anyone for that. Rank meant nothing to the woman, who still felt she did not belong in this pack and perhaps never would. And yet she was not leaving, at least not anytime soon, and even when the man who so loved Dahlia de Mai left without his memories, she remained.

"Always." And to emphasize she took another swallow, relishing in the way the alcohol swished the bottle as she brought it back down to her side. Almost she wanted to mirror him, cross her arms and take a sharp tone, but she remained playful and joyous, trailing an ivory hand along the wall of the shop. "Oh, I just like to watch you is all." With easy steps she moved out of the doorway and into the what remained of the building, amethyst gaze going over the ruin, and in a more serious tone she spoke. "Besides, I don't know how much help I would be. I don’t know what needs to be done here," her eyes swept the building again, and then with a voice that almost could be called sympathetic, "your place is quite a mess, isn’t it?"

Saluce Tremblay · 05-10-2011, 12:35 AM

Saluce’s eyes watched her quietly during her show of sarcasm. While he had already started moving back up the ranks she had remained the same rank. He could only guess as to why, she probably had a lot of potential but used none of it from the looks of it. The bottle in her hand was good evidence to the fact and it displeased him to see Nayru’s sister so content to be mediocre. Finally he uncrossed his arms as he approached her, and then passed her as she spoke. He knew the shop was in disarray, it didn’t need pointing out but there she was. But he didn’t expect the gentle feeling with which she expressed it. She could have easily pointed it out in jest and worked to really irritate him but she hadn’t.

“I’m moving the shop, this place can’t be fixed up I’m afraid” his tone had softened a bit, as he placed a few more items in the cart outside. Charlemagne blew a burst of hot air out through his nose in boredom as Saluce turned back to the shop and that woman. For all that had happened in Dahlia he could have used a drink by now, and the wine she was carrying seemed very tempting.

“So you enjoy watching me work now do you?” he said in jest feeling the need to fire right back at her. Giving her a scornful scowl in feigned anger before kneeling down to sift through a box of scraps. Meanwhile Charlemagne had grown restless, and Saluce hadn’t quite tied him up well enough to keep him from wandering. It wasn’t out of worry that he’d run away though, Saluce really didn’t control the horse as much as they had a mutual agreement. Anyways being free of the reigns the horse stuck its head in the shop to get a better look, before finding the woman that seemed to be irritating his rider. Then out of character the horse butted her head gentle as if to say look at that idiot. Normally the horse would take any opportunity to bite and generally be a pain in the ass to anyone other than Saluce.

Farore · 05-11-2011, 06:23 PM

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"Moving huh? What are you gonna do with this place?" Farore knew better than most Nayru's hatred for the broken down buildings. If the Lady had her way not a single one would be left by the end of summer. "Tear it up? Burn it down?" Her voice grew almost excited, it would be a nice change from the repairs Nayru insisted on doing to the Victorian house. If anyone even took the house after it was completed Farore would be surprised, most everyone had seemed to settle in fine with their new lodgings. Perhaps Farore would move into it… she couldn't keep moving between the church and the greenhouse forever, Nayru was in both and it was starting to annoy them both to have the other constantly around.

Violet eyes wandering aimlessly as the man threw his own jest her way, but she merely shrugged it off, a switch flipped when anyone tried to tease her back. "Oh, if you call that working…" A white muzzle lifted, the ebony tip wrinkling in disbelief and then the snort as she looked to the horse who had just bumped into her. "Seems like he does most the work 'round here." And her hand went out to pat the creature, so easily it seemed that it were her companion and not the man's.

Saluce Tremblay · 05-12-2011, 09:48 PM

Saluce shook his head idly, either in frustration or disbelief but it seemed she wouldn’t leave. Not even from the urging of his horse, the stubborn girl remained and still proved to be a thorn in his side. She had asked what he would do with this dumb, he’d scrap it, then burn what was burnable then use what steel was left for his own doing. But he wasn’t interested in talking about his former shop like that. But she seemed adamant, even his horse was turning against him somewhat with the ease she treated him. Seemed she had a way with the both of them and it didn’t bode well to the male at all.

“I’ll scrap what I can, burn what’s burnable and use what steel and other materials are left for new creations.” He took a moment then to look around the old shop, he had started Nayru’s training here, trained Saul as well. Even the lithe woman warrior of Dahlia had made a visit here once, the lady who had saved him. Lots of memories resided here, even of Layla and their short but fiery relationship.
“I don’t know though, a lot of memories here Farore. I started Nayru’s Training here, along with Saul’s. But new beginnings I guess” he raised back up and looked over at his horse, giving him a look, telling him silently about his treachery. Finally he dusted himself off and walked up to Farore.

“Care to share? We Frenchman are not able to resist good wine” He was trying at least to not let her get under his skin to bad, whether or not that lasted who knew.

Farore · 05-14-2011, 04:26 PM

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"New beginnings." Farore agreed to the man's expression with the imitation followed by a long blast from the bottle. At a consistent rate the liquid receded and the grin on Farore's face grew just slightly wider. Why anyone insisted on being sentimental was beyond her? So what if Nayru and Saul trained here? The evidence of that would be in Nayru and Saul. Perhaps it had been her ever nomadic life, her parents refusing to get attached to anyone land, even when Nayru had gone missing they kept moving. Always moving. Never anchor anywhere. That was rule number one. Her rank in Dahlia de Mai, however low it might be, was in direct violation of that rule.

Finally Saluce seemed at ease with her, or trying to force himself to be. As he approached and the question came to his lips, Farore threw back the bottle, inhaling the biting liquid with fever. Pulling it back down she cocked her head at him. "Oh, this isn't good wine." She took one last taste to be sure of that, swishing it in her mouth before swallowing. Nodding in affirmation of her uneducated evaluation of the wine, she shrugged in a "sorry man" kind of way. "Besides, there is not much left." Holding up the bottle she inspected the half gulp left in the bottom of the bottle, the dregs, before she held it out to the man.

Saluce Tremblay · 05-18-2011, 09:33 PM

The grey male watched her, he was trying at least to be pleasant to her. It was a point of irritation to him that she cared so little for anyone. He wished she would just leave him be if this would be how they interacted. Saluce looked at the bottom of the bottle, knowing it was nothing but a bit of wine mixed with her spit, and it turned his stomach. Part of him wanted to grab the bottle and throw it off against some tree, another part wanted to drink it to just prove a point but he did neither. Saluce just turned away from her, walking back to the cart he had loaded up, he started rummaging through a few items before withdrawing his own stolen bottle of wine. This bottle however was his and he didn’t intend on sharing.

The man popped the cork and took a swig, smacking his lips together as he tasted the wine, nodding in approval as the bottle slid to his side, a show of possession over it. “You aren’t the only one that has raided the vineyard before Farore,” he stated quietly as he stood next to his horse, looking across at her. Her form was very easy on the eyes for a single man, but her actions and words made her very unappealing. If it wasn’t for his secret affection for Nayru he wouldn’t suffer her sister as much as he did.

“What do you plan on doing with yourself now that you’ve stayed in dahlia for a while now?” knowing by nature a vagabond could never be counted on to stick around.

Farore · 05-24-2011, 09:21 PM

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The man pulled a bottle of his own and Farore smirked as he drank from it, clearly showing her it was his and for no one else. The slim woman did not need anymore, she was content with the pleasant warmth that had spread from the red liquid to every extremity of her body. Small amounts of body fat meant alcohol could work quickly and with less, and Farore’s surrounds held a pleasant haze that she knew to be the beginning stages of intoxication. Anymore and the girl would lose her wits, and much like her sister though not as extreme the ivory lady liked to be in control of her own actions. And so it was with no regret that she merely ignored the man’s drinking.

The question he then posed was not a surprising one, but the tall lady took a pause before she answered. As she pretended to think she stroked the horse that Saluce stood by, wondering why the best part of the man was his companion. “Well, if you must know, Nayru has me working in the vineyards… “ and then she looked to the bottle he held and laughed lightly, her soft twittering laugh. “I don’t know if she would appreciate you raiding the cellars. We don’t have much left.” It did not matter she was guilty of the same thing. And so easily she moved away from the subject, musing over her work in the vineyards. “We’re making more though. Did you know? Nayru wants to revive the vineyards… she left me cleaning up. It’s not so bad.” And it wasn’t, for although her words weren’t particularly optimistic her voice was cheery enough.

Saluce Tremblay · 05-26-2011, 04:26 PM

The behemoth merely let her comments slide off him as he had learned through experience with her. Saluce took another gulp as he fiddled over whether or not he just wanted to leave and get away from her. Farore was simply to exhausting for him to deal with, and she seemed to bring out the worst in him. Finally a spark flew and he grabbed ahold of the fact she was helping with the vineyard. His face warmed a bit with a smile, and he seemed to reflect a genuine reaction to her words. The gray behemoth turned to her then and nodded.

“well if you need any metal work done, then you are welcome to come seek my aid, but I believe I may have something you might need in this old run down shop,” he gave her a gesture to wait there for a moment as he went back into the shop. His form dodged strewn pieces of the building, or broken glass, and the likes before he reached the back of the shop. Back there was wire, bolts and pruning equipment, that he had forgotten about.

The big male returned with a box full, and he sat it down at her feet. “Here is something’s you and Nayru may need, from new wires to run along the supports to bolts to pruning shears.” He paused a moment before speaking “I hope this helps?” his face looking hopeful that maybe she’d react in a positive way.

Farore · 06-05-2011, 08:24 PM

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The man seems more receptive the warmer Farore got, but that was no surprise. When he returned with a box of tools Farore couldn't help showing her enthusiasm. "Wow, Saluce. Really? This is great." Afraid of being rude to so quickly snatch up the presents, she hesitated a moment before reaching for the box. The wires were not unused, but they were perfect for their purposes. And the tools were nearly invaluable compared to some of the rustier remnants found in the vineyards themselves. Deep lavender eyes lifted to meet the man she had previously taken so much joy in tormenting.

"Thank you Saluce. Are you sure you've no use for them?" Her voice wavered, as if the presents might be revoked. It was then that a rarely felt guilt filled her. At the inkling of the emotion she wanted to lash out, chase it away by committing the very acts that put it there. For a moment she struggled to think of something snide to say, something to poke the bear. But she couldn’t find words. Didn't really want to allow herself to try after he had caused she guilt.

"I think I should be going." And she grabbed up the box, not wishing for a reply and was out the door after giving a brief farewell pat to the four legged creature and avoiding the eyes of the two legged one.

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