"You’ll find out on Christmas." He was just grinning from ear to ear now. Like a little shit.
..he is so lucky that she thought his grin was cute. Bastard dragon. ”—I can’t wait.”
"Well, I guess it’s a good thing that the receipt for your couple gifts and the pups seem to have gone missing…"
“—Rune. What did you buy. Oh lord, please don’t tell me it was expensive.” Who was she kidding, this was Mr. Luxe.
"Joel Banderas Gif" [x]
"Then I would say you’re getting spoiled this Christmas~"
“No, don’t start with that. You know how I feel about the whole getting spoiled bit. I am a simple girl, just a Merry Christmas will suffice. If you must spoil something, Aunduin gladly volunteers as a tribute.”
All of Jack’s attention was on this red-haired young woman now, trying to decipher her hesitation and her wariness. It wasn’t that hard to understand in the end. He was strange to her and she had seemed frightened of him at first. But at least now it didn’t look like she was going to turn and run off.
She started speaking, only to suddenly silence herself just as somebody walked straight through the park — straight through Jack — and he visibly shuddered, shaken to the core by that strange sensation. It was something he tried to avoid, because for those brief seconds he might as well just drift apart on the wind. That was how real he became.
But Jack swallowed it down, something in his eyes a little more fragile as he tucked his free hand into the pocket of his hoodie, taking a brief look around to make sure there wasn’t anyone else to sneak up on him. It was only the spirit, the girl, and the dog now.
"What manner of spirit?" he repeated, giving her a funny look. "That’s…not what people would usually ask." Not that Jack had a whole lot of experience with it, of course. "I’m a winter spirit." Though he was a little out of season at the moment. Minor details.
"And you walked right through me before," he continued, an unspoken question behind those words. How could she see him now when just moments ago he hadn’t existed to her?
A part of her desired nothing but to reach forward and touch him, to make sure he stood solid before her! But after the display made, when someone walked through him, and the reaction from Jack, she thinks it is best if she doesn’t attempt to bring him discomfort. Instead, Sarah tries to be reassuring, with a small smile, that she meant no offense. In truth, it was difficult to simply stand in the middle of a sidewalk and chit-chat with something that no one else could see! The looks received were rather disheartening.
Baby steps, Sarah. Approach slowly.
With a glance to the corner of her eyes, Sarah stepped forward and shrugs a shoulder slightly when he threw her initial question back at her and then answered the inquiry. “A winter spirit? But it is all too soon, don’t you think? Even the meteorologist said that this was abnormal. Well, spirit of winter, what do people usually ask? I mean can others —see you?" Brows rose with the question and a smirk played along her lips.
“—About the whole walking through you, I didn’t see you until that happened. I have a—” there came a pause and Sarah’s expression completely changed, her demeanor was now a solemn one and her hair spilled forth past her gaze when looking down to Aunduin. “—I have a condition. I suppose you can call it that. Once I come in contact with a spirit, no matter what their intent is, I can see them. In turn.. they are quite aware of me.” The experience was not always pleasant, Jack was quite the exception to her prior encounters.
C’mere you. You don’t have to buy me anything for my birthday or Christmas.
“What if I said: I would like to do it and you can’t stop me. Really, I know I don’t have a luxe life, but I can do something nice!”
Once in a while the encumbrances of being the head of a whole kingdom were so overwhelming that Van had the feeling of being incapable to breathe. It were moments like this when he longed for his brother Folken and imagined that he probably would have known good advice. Van was aware that such wish was in vain - Folken was dead and if he were not then it would not have been Van´s assignment to reign over Fanelia and probably it was him, Van, who would have been the king Folken´s advisor. Everything was so different as it were supposed to be and although Van did not always mind to be alone, considering that he prefered to handle things on his own if the situation demanded it, sometimes he wished that there was someone he could confide in - of course there were people who would follow him until death and he had his best friend Merle which knew him possibly better than he knew himself and he valued them all very much; but then again, nobody else could take something of his burden, nobody help him with the heavy and difficult decisions which a king had to make - not even Merle.
Softly was the grass rustling under every of his steps, as Van walked downhill, the moon and the Mystic Moon hanging with their glow upon his head at the black horizon. It was one warm and starlit night with only a soft breeze of air that was moving the leaves of the trees placed here and there in the rest of the landscape. The nature of Fanelia was beautiful, most seemingly untouched, with fields and wide, green meadows under an endless sky. Van loved his kingdom - and although it was often considered as unremarkable he would never exchange it for any other kingdom in the world or even in the whole universe. It was his home. Always.
The young king of Fanelia let himself sink into the cool grass, crossing his arms behind his head with the messy black hair, the legs outstretched and he uttered a little sigh. The boy was glad that Merle had not tried to follow him, like she often did, specially when she was worried about him. And in the last time she seemed to think that he needed even more attention than usual, since it were just a few days ago that he had been crowned. This all appeared to be so new… and then again it wasn´t; he had always known that this day would come, had been prepared. Fanelia needed a king and Van was the only one left of the Fanel family.
`Oh brother… I wish you were here…. I wish… I wish-´ A blinding beam of light interrupted his thoughts and caused Van to raise with a start, a gasp on his lips. “What-” The words got stuck inside of his throat. The flash was gigantic; long and endless it was coming down from somewhere between the blinking stars, illuminating the awed Van Fanel. Never before had he ever seen something similar to this and though it was not certain what it was and where it was coming from he felt himself suddenly running toward it, as if it was pulling him with invisible might.
Panic. She felt her heart’s drumming beat and swore it was lodged in her throat. Blinding light made it near impossible to focus, and when attempting to turn to the ground, there was nothing underneath her frame. Her cries echoed into the heavens and the sounds of her lupine’s barking was but a distant memory now. The stars, Sarah reached for them and closed her eyes, but light still pieced through. Weightless, she felt the sudden pull toward the light, after that nothing but darkness welcomed her.
How long had she been asleep? Was she dreaming? Faintly, the sounds of the world seeped into the pitch dark that engrossed her and she felt something below her frame. The ground returned; the smell of the Earth and the blades of grass now tickled her cheeks. Lashes fluttered like the wings of a hummingbird, trying to take in the light that felt warm around her; it was the same light that graced her moments before but now dimmed considerably. Fingers gripped at the lush grass and Sarah slowly rose to a kneeling position. There was a dull ache in her head, but she easily ignores it while her eyes adjust to the world surrounding her.
She was no longer in the garden.
Forcing herself to take a deep breath, Sarah tries desperately not to lose her nerve. There had to be a logical explanation for this; she concluded that it could have been a kidnapping, someone desiring the rich ransom she would create. Now, instead of fear, anger now stirs within her vessel and nearly bubbles out in a few choice words as she gathers enough strength to stand. Hands worked at her dress, brushing away the leaves and grass that clung to the material.
“Really, whoever thought this was a clever idea, I have some news for you!” Words are carried out into the winds and she glances up to the heavens, no longer seeing the pillar of light but noticing that the moons were different, closer, brighter and full.
“What in the name of the Goddesses,” what she fails to realize, is that there was someone approaching; the young Duchess was far too distracted and confused to comprehend what had just taken place, never-mind that a young man was witness to the event that took place.
Kain wasn’t much for small talk, especially around a strange place. But he would have an inquiring ear. Talk about this city, and of its rulers. Politics and business. Private affairs and in-jokes. Much can be gleaned of this place by the people.
A happy city? A good city? That was what I thought of Baron.
It doesn’t seem much like this place was used to war. Such a thing helped to industrialize his castle, and spurred on the wheel of its economics. There was also much talk about the nobility, and their capabilities. Those interest him, as courtly affairs do trickle down. He was mostly surprised at how awestruck some seem to be of a few particular persons. He was more accustomed to pointed conversational barbs and jibes against the powerful.
A voice. It soothes and distracts him. Then there was a comely face beneath a hood with bright green eyes and a bright expression. He was at a moment in a loss.
"…I’m talked about?" asked Kain, finding his voice. "Didn’t realize I wasn’t so inconspicuous. He nodded at his helm, dragon face peering through empty eyes.
This woman chose to sit by him at his table. He thought it most forward for he had assumed he cast as much of an aloof nature as he could. Still, he looked at the outstretched hand with interest. They looked soft, smooth and well-cared for. Possibly scholarly, if he looked for ink marks and some writing callouses. Possibly pious, for there seemed to be some charms upon her hand. More like adventurous for surely she doesn’t come around here too often.
"A greeting comes with a name first by the greeter. To whom do I owe the pleasure?"
Within her kingdom, she knew only a few locals that have made a name for themselves and was well acquainted with the knights that passed through, representing their Lords. This man had not announced his presence, which brought up a lot of questions —some he would hopefully answer without the need to reveal who she was. It was all a game, a rather fun one at that. It seems he was keen on examining her; perhaps this individual had his own gameplan set. This was rather interesting and the most excitement she had all day. Politics and royal business can only offer so much, after all.
“Well of course, a new, unfamiliar face, always causes a bit of talk in these parts. Are you from a new kingdom, coming down to participate in the tourney in the coming days?” The quiet inquiry was perhaps swallowed by the cacophony of rambunctious denizens frequenting the bar. Sarah leans further and chuckles when he poses a challenge. If he didn’t know who she was, then just a simple introduction, without falsified names, would be simple enough.
“Sarah, a pleasure meeting you Ser —” The sentence trailed off, allowing him to finish it if he so desired. At the same time, her hands retreat to fall at her covered lap, shrouded by the length’s hem of her sleeves.. In truth, Sarah’s swordplay had calloused the padding of her fingers, but such is masked by frequenting conditioning thanks to her attendant. The glint, from gems adorning slender digits, did catch the eye of those with unsavory reputations, but Sarah had not noticed —not yet.