Myralthrine Host
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 478
Age: 56
Physical Description: Avatar is accurate, 5'6 height.
Clothes and Equipment: Wanderers cloak in a material resembling vantablack in that it does not appear to be a real color. Beneath it she generally wears black leather boots to her knee, charcoal breeches and shirt, both fitted, and black bracers upon her forearms. She carries a morningstar upon her hip and satchel that crosses over her shoulder and chest.
Allegiances: None
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:13:41 GMT -8
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Post by Myralthrine Host on Jul 12, 2019 21:40:09 GMT -8
“You’re here now,” she told him in response to his question as if that answered all that needed to be answered in but a few words.
Lost within the swell of affection that surrounded them both his absence had been incredibly taxing upon her mental well being. Her worry for his wounds overtaking him, her concern that it was her fault to start, and the need to apologize already bubbling up irresistibly against all better judgement. Had it been another she might have never made such concessions for he was capable of making his own decisions but when it came to each other the ones they would make would be foolish.
Never forcing him to make gestures he was unprepared for when he’d spoke of loving her in return she had been unprepared for it. Shadows cast upon her mind were banished instantaneously for whatever faults lay between either of them could be discussed in the light of day. The cell was lit only by moonlight casting a sheen across their bright hair and giving just enough light so he could see the way she looked at him, the way a woman looked at a man who had claimed her heart completely.
Reclaiming his lips that were so close to hers they’d only once sated a need that would never be fulfilled because she craved his touch. He’d shown her the joy that could be found in exploration of one another and even though both were unwise to attempt such with him injured and her barely moving they came together in a slow sweet exploration that was careful, and precise, and left them both snuggled beneath the covers in the cell neither having given much consideration to the location of their love making other than making sure he did not tear open that which had begun to heal and her warning him against such while he shushed her by claiming her lips and keeping her from speaking for a short while.
Lighting a candle so he could see properly in the later hours they leaned against one wall and tucked into the fruit that he brought and the bread for she was starved from the little she’d received. In the wee hours she would then tell him, “I should have never allowed you to take on so much, I am sorry.”
Her guilt ate her from the inside out and it was splayed across her face clearly.
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Vithkun Almear
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 437
Age: 84
Physical Description: Vithkun is a tall guy extending about 1.9 m in height and has long flowing white hair as is often seen in his family. He would appear to be around 30 years of age.
Clothes and Equipment: He is royalty and likes to show it which is why he wears a thing braided silver band on his head which value can likely not be descriped in mere numbers. In his travels he will go for his plated armor, one which is both extremely light and quite durable, enabling him to retain much of his agility. For more formal matters he prefers robes in various colors and patterns.
He carries his sword with him most of the time and it is a slim long sword forged by the elves. The metal - like his armor - is hard but light and the sharpness of its edge knows few peers. He carries a dagger of similar quality too.
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:46:39 GMT -8
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Post by Vithkun Almear on Jul 15, 2019 12:55:42 GMT -8
Vithkun was calmed and at the same time encouraged to proceed by the few words she gave him and with a smile he leaning back in creating a bubble around the two and the place they found themselves in. It was no longer a prison, but a sanctuary where they could not be judged and let their love flow freely. Vithkun could for now relax and enjoy - yet Myra's hesitated slightly, shadows upon her face. Kissing her neck gently he whispered in her ear. "Feel our rhythm, relax and continue..." he'd speak as his hands', kiss' and heart's movement would sink them into a loving passion sharing each other, clothes dropping and skin electrically touching, passion tempered but only to relieve him from too much strain.
After having fallen into each other's arms sharing only their second night of exploration together, the following moments were tranquil for Vithkun as the feeling of having her leaning against him and his arm being around her had him breathing softly. Even inside the dreary surroundings of the inside of a jail cell he felt her presence in itself had him filling with new energy and - possibly quite literally - healing faster than he was able to before.
As Myra spoke Vith would finally understand the reason for the shadows that were cast upon her earlier and had not yet quite left her. Hearing her apologize like that Vithkun was a bit taken aback. "Oh no..." he said and put his head in his hand before looking at Myra again. "It's still new to me... that someone cares about me to this extend." he said and grinned. "Are you really putting blame on yourself for something I was solely to blame for?" he said and shook his head. "Rather I should apologize to you. For having you exhaust yourself to save my sorry hide. For you to end up here because of my failure. For not giving you the entry into High Haven that I promised." Vithkun brushed her cheek with his idle hand and gave her a warm smile, though it was not without regret of what his poor decision had let to.
"I am truly sorry that I was not strong enough - yet I cannot say that I want to undo it since all those souls needed to be guided to the right place lest they'd be prey for darker spirits." he explained and sighed. "What you did... I do owe you my life, and I intend to pledge it to you." his ocean blue eyes catching Myra's own.
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Myralthrine Host
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 478
Age: 56
Physical Description: Avatar is accurate, 5'6 height.
Clothes and Equipment: Wanderers cloak in a material resembling vantablack in that it does not appear to be a real color. Beneath it she generally wears black leather boots to her knee, charcoal breeches and shirt, both fitted, and black bracers upon her forearms. She carries a morningstar upon her hip and satchel that crosses over her shoulder and chest.
Allegiances: None
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:13:41 GMT -8
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Post by Myralthrine Host on Jul 15, 2019 17:52:25 GMT -8
“We were both weakened but not by shortcomings surely, there were so many,” she referred to the number present, “I only clung to what little I could through the amulet itself,” expressing this he was not the only one that pushed his limits but she had been able to steal while giving him what he was capable of taking. Their magic was only compatible in small uncertain ways, but the way they felt about each other made it join together as one just once before within that room and again here in the darkness of a cell locked away from all of the others of the world, “I ask nothing of you Vithkun for what has led us here was surely what had to occur in order to open both our eyes to the hatred of our ancestors. Nor do I blame you, I could never do so when it is always my choice to do so.”
To put you first, the words did not escape but the way she looked at him, met his gaze, he would know that it was surely the sort of love in which she considered his well-being as part of her highest priority. Even before she’d fallen for him she’d came after him our of honor, not it was embellished by care as well.
Sitting there her eyes cast downward and she would tell him, “I have things to tell you, secrets kept here...”
If he allowed her she would discuss Marchus, tell him about the beautifully human professor that lingered, and her promise for she sought his aid in such. She would tell him about the music box, about how it played a tune she had not known she knew so well until after her memories. She described her mother, and how beautiful she had looked, then her father with a lump in her throat. Finally with little of the anger before and more determination she told him what she finally saw within the pages. That he was trapped by his own people but if he still survived she could not know but she had to find out.
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Vithkun Almear
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 437
Age: 84
Physical Description: Vithkun is a tall guy extending about 1.9 m in height and has long flowing white hair as is often seen in his family. He would appear to be around 30 years of age.
Clothes and Equipment: He is royalty and likes to show it which is why he wears a thing braided silver band on his head which value can likely not be descriped in mere numbers. In his travels he will go for his plated armor, one which is both extremely light and quite durable, enabling him to retain much of his agility. For more formal matters he prefers robes in various colors and patterns.
He carries his sword with him most of the time and it is a slim long sword forged by the elves. The metal - like his armor - is hard but light and the sharpness of its edge knows few peers. He carries a dagger of similar quality too.
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:46:39 GMT -8
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Post by Vithkun Almear on Jul 16, 2019 9:55:34 GMT -8
He had known he was weakened and that doing it would be a stretch - still he went through with it and the deed itself he had no regrets about. Neither did he believe Myra had, although she had exerted herself plenty also. As she spoke of not being able to blame him, he silently put his index finger on her lips with a soft hush. "If you don't intend to blame me, blame not yourself either. We are in this together - you and me." his grin widened, and though it might be hell they were going through from time to time, but if he could have the pleasure of walking through hell with Myra, he'd snub heaven any day.
"Things..?" he asked surprised though a wry smile crept up his cheeks again. "Would they have anything to do with the broken shackles and bars perhaps?" he asked cheekily, it being a subject he had yet to bring up. Listening to Myra, Vithkun was surprised and shook his head as he realized she had broken out of the jail just so that she might gain some info from an old library. She was plucky as ever, even as she had been on the verge of exhaustion. "I will put in words for Marchus - I must have been gone when it happened, because I thought he had left again." Vithkun said, surprised and happy to hear that he was still alive, as he had met the human before and talked with him a few centuries ago.
However that last part was far more disconcerting and Vithkun took a deep breath before answering. "So they have your father trapped? Not only that, but they had the audacity to name you nothing and have you leave your home in severe pain like a thief..!" Vithkun was barely able to hold back his anger on the subject, clenching his fist slamming it down into the hay covered floor. "Apparently there is no end to the humiliations the court wants to drag you and your family through..." he said reluctantly knowing that something like this would most certainly turn her mind towards other things than what they were facing right now.
"Myra, I swear to every star that I will help you - I will see it through to the very end if necessary. Only we must not be too hasty right now, but he has been in jail for many decades, but they aim to keep him alive at least." Vithkun said and sighed. "If we rush towards Azea now, we will certainly face a similar or worse fate - they are not people to show mercy it seems. We have to concentrate on what our task is here and now lest we risk that we miss both our goals - and that is not what our forefathers expect of us." he said and gave Myra a firm glance, although she may already be aware of this predicament.
"At some point also... I believe we must practice to share the power of the amulet so we can use it together - it seems to me that such a thing should be the best way of harnessing its powers." Vithkun said and reached into one of his pockets drawing out the amulet. "I asked of the guards to show me the confiscated items first and saw a plain iron pendant which I did not recognize, but as soon as I put by hand near it it started shining and I knew what it was. Don't lose it next time..!" he held the amulet before Myra with a jesting glint in his eyes.
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Myralthrine Host
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 478
Age: 56
Physical Description: Avatar is accurate, 5'6 height.
Clothes and Equipment: Wanderers cloak in a material resembling vantablack in that it does not appear to be a real color. Beneath it she generally wears black leather boots to her knee, charcoal breeches and shirt, both fitted, and black bracers upon her forearms. She carries a morningstar upon her hip and satchel that crosses over her shoulder and chest.
Allegiances: None
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:13:41 GMT -8
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Post by Myralthrine Host on Jul 17, 2019 8:45:21 GMT -8
Blaming oneself was simple, easy even, it spread like wildfire throughout the body burning and breaking and causing the beauty of what once existed to become an ashen wasteland. A crude remnant of what once existed. Refusing to allow it to take root would save everything and Myra had given it the very hay along the floor, had fed it oxygen in her own breath, but the instant he smiled to her and eased her worries with but a few words his own guilt clearly expressed she realized her foolishness. Both of their foolishness in it. The decision that was made was made together and neither regretted their place for they had saved many by giving from themselves. Nodding once he continued to look at her with a curiosity as she expressed what she had done her tenacity not missed for her patience had grown by his own presence and she valued knowledge at that point in time rather than freedom.
Kicking the shackles aside the clanking of them might have originally alerted the guard but she knew things here were muffled, magic was muffled, but the crimson ascent when he drew it out shimmered and returned to its original form despite the limitations. Wondering if it was capable of going beyond all that they knew, she took it not lightly, but with the understanding that it was made of sacrifice, a willing sacrifice, a gift and a curse none the less.
Vith agreed to help Marchus and for that moment she was satisfied by his agreement but she would add softly, “You are a Prince, Vith, I am fairly certain that you have but to ask.”
Then came his advice, words she did not wish to hear but heard the logic of them even if her expression became rather soured at the admittance of it by him aloud. When he finished she would sigh burying herself against him for a moment as she whispered, “I do not even know the man and yet I feel as if I am party to his fate. Still you are right, to leave now would be to reset what progress we could make here. He has waited this long and he shall have to wait just a little longer but I fear if word gets back to them they may handle matters. It cannot be known that I know who I am, truly, for that will travel like wildfire. I told Arelthorn that I accompanied you in order to clear the markings of the spell once placed. Perhaps it is best to continue to use that line.”
A hard line, one difficult for her to swallow but as she held the Crimson Ascent him jokingly telling her not to lose it she would clench it in her hand the facets digging into her skin, “I will hold onto it better this time,” she joked, attempting to infuse some humor as he had into darker conversations. He was right, they would need to work together to uncover its magic and she nodded at his words, not that night, surely, but in the days to come there would be time to practice.
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Vithkun Almear
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 437
Age: 84
Physical Description: Vithkun is a tall guy extending about 1.9 m in height and has long flowing white hair as is often seen in his family. He would appear to be around 30 years of age.
Clothes and Equipment: He is royalty and likes to show it which is why he wears a thing braided silver band on his head which value can likely not be descriped in mere numbers. In his travels he will go for his plated armor, one which is both extremely light and quite durable, enabling him to retain much of his agility. For more formal matters he prefers robes in various colors and patterns.
He carries his sword with him most of the time and it is a slim long sword forged by the elves. The metal - like his armor - is hard but light and the sharpness of its edge knows few peers. He carries a dagger of similar quality too.
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:46:39 GMT -8
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Post by Vithkun Almear on Jul 17, 2019 14:06:37 GMT -8
"And I will ask them." he assured Myra, his words indicating that 'ask' would be the same as coercing them in a way such as he would be able to keep his promise to Myra - and help a guy he had only found to be friendly towards him. Vithkun wrapped his arms around Myra to comfort her, he could imagine very well how she would feel, the confusion of not knowing the guy but feeling the bond would be strong.
"You... do not want to be acknowledged..?" Vith said, his voice disappointed. Not by her choice, for it seemed wise, but that he could not show High Haven what a truly amazing woman she was - and why they needed to acknowledge her too and his love towards her. "Without telling them the truth of your ancestry it will be..." he sighed. ".. exceedingly difficult to get people to truly acknowledge you." Vithkun explained. "However your many deeds when you saved me might at least have them accepting you being here as a way of paying you back." Vithkun waved his hands dismissively. "Yes, High Haven is a complicated place, don't waste your time trying to understand everyone's motivations..!" he laughed.
"Still for his safety we'll rightly have to go with that - elves can be surprisingly chatty - but we need to expect at least my father to figure out your lineage..." he said and stopped himself and squinted looking at her with an inspecting glance. "Maybeee... we could dye that hair another color?" he said with a devious smirk. "Which would you prefer?" he inclined his head. "Raven black? A shade of auburn? Or even blonde perhaps?" he said and teasingly slid a lock of her hair between his fingers. "I bet Arelthorn can be quite coerced into remembering the 'right thing'." he chuckled and grabbed the remaining water. "I wouldn't want to try and change the nature of your hair, but I'm sure I can make this water into fitting dye..." he shook the water bottle. "Care for a drink before I commence?"
When settling that, and perhaps they would not settle it immediately but wait for the coming morning where they could also get a bath, they would head out in the courtyard and Myra collect her stuff while Vithkun would speak to the guard responsible for Marchus and tell him to treat him to extra good meals until further notice. "I had them bring both our horses and feed them well so they were ready. I want this to be a bit more pleasurable than when we first arrived. Just imagine that this is your first view of the city, right?" he said taking a deep sigh. "I feel much better today by the way - it feels almost as if my wounds have closed right up." he smiled and climbed the horse, thinking Myra might have secret healing abilities triggered by being close to her. "Let me lead you there!" he suggested enthusiastically.
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Myralthrine Host
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 478
Age: 56
Physical Description: Avatar is accurate, 5'6 height.
Clothes and Equipment: Wanderers cloak in a material resembling vantablack in that it does not appear to be a real color. Beneath it she generally wears black leather boots to her knee, charcoal breeches and shirt, both fitted, and black bracers upon her forearms. She carries a morningstar upon her hip and satchel that crosses over her shoulder and chest.
Allegiances: None
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:13:41 GMT -8
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Post by Myralthrine Host on Jul 17, 2019 20:29:20 GMT -8
Resolving her ancestry by an aversion to traveling the known path and a horse that disliked Vithkun enough to have bolted was an odd confirmation of everything had occurred. Within an abandoned city once belonging to the Drows in the center of High Haven and hidden behind illusions that had been cast years before a good memory could recall even if elders still remained among his people. Sworn to secrecy and hidden behind locked doors and libraries long ago closed and books not burned but kept from public use. Discovering everything would take centuries of research in order to piece together the lost. Her namesake, Myralthrine, had shed light on but a small portion, Kacien had shared less but changed so much in such a short time, and within all of their words she'd searched for disbelief before belief. Skepticism ran strong within her and had not Vith so strongly expressed his sincerity with his words claiming he wished to truly proclaim her as his own she might have then also turned a blind eye to his own words. Even now she was on a precipice of uncertainty when he spoke of acknowledgment for he'd eased her worries with Marchus almost immediately.
Truths long denied were hard to break and her worry for a man she had never met was born out of imagery she could never forget. Within that city they had found two books that brooked no argument against her lineage. Magicked in such a way as to immediately possess a current likeness of the living within those pages there was one unable to be ignored. Her own. Before that were two others, a woman who had since left the vales and valleys of their world for another, and a man whom she had only glanced at the picture and not the dates beneath it to surmise his fate. What sort of cruel gesture was it now for her to learn there might not be a second one along with the first, and what sort of gift it could be to meet the man who she might call father. One who while he lingered in a cell asked after his daughter first and foremost. He would acknowledge her, know her to be his, and yet even now he rested within a cell and she agreed that time had to be spent here. Not wasted, no, for to seek his freedom meant a battle. Whether it was of words or blood was yet to be decided and the foundation for either would be laid here, between them as he asked of her a question in which she could only shake her head. No, she sought no acknowledgment, not before, and not after, but it would come with time.
"Before you knew of it you yourself did so," she reinforced her decision by rightfully pointing out what had led to this very moment, "I seek nothing but the safety of a man wrongly imprisoned and if it means hardship upon myself I will face it. I only feel sorry for what this will mean for you in return."
Vith seemed to pay it no heed rather taunting her about the color of her hair while she narrowed her gaze by glaring at him only to break out in a good natured smile, "I do not think that golden locks would truly fit my disposition," joking again it was slid in so effortlessly as she took the bottle from him taking a small sip before answering, "Black would be best. It is the more common color."
When the sun rose in the morning and filtered through the bars only one shown so brightly in the streams of light. Her new hair was as black as the ravens wings were long and sucked in the light giving it nowhere to gleam upon her countenance. Bathing she would scrub dye off of her hands and take what little remained loose among her hair out but it did not change the color, and Vith had done quite the job making sure it was truly well and done all around. A few weeks would betray her original and if necessary they would redo it in order to fool not only elves, but drow, into thinking she was but a commoner.
Her name was also a weakness, and before they left she looked within the book finding her father. She had surmised correctly, there was no end date beside his name but in the center of hers rested a middle name, Karise, sliding the marker down the middle she would inform Vith of the name and her recommendation that he use her own only when they were alone. It was not a common name, her first, for no one would take it by choice and it was a wonder she was allowed to keep it, but perhaps it was because it was the final wish of her mother.
Settled in her saddle she noticed Vith moved with grace again, and an ease she could not have expected but enjoyed and with his good nature returned she would wholeheartedly agree, "I will do my best to imagine it so."
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Vithkun Almear
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 437
Age: 84
Physical Description: Vithkun is a tall guy extending about 1.9 m in height and has long flowing white hair as is often seen in his family. He would appear to be around 30 years of age.
Clothes and Equipment: He is royalty and likes to show it which is why he wears a thing braided silver band on his head which value can likely not be descriped in mere numbers. In his travels he will go for his plated armor, one which is both extremely light and quite durable, enabling him to retain much of his agility. For more formal matters he prefers robes in various colors and patterns.
He carries his sword with him most of the time and it is a slim long sword forged by the elves. The metal - like his armor - is hard but light and the sharpness of its edge knows few peers. He carries a dagger of similar quality too.
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:46:39 GMT -8
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Post by Vithkun Almear on Jul 17, 2019 23:19:00 GMT -8
"Black it is then." Vithkun nodded, and eventually sometime after having slept and rested for a bit longer, he would take on the bottle of water and put his finger to the glass. "I once..." he said and smiled wryly. "And you should not remind him..." Vithkun stressed with a jesting smile. "... well rather me and my brother once sneaked into my father's private chambers and his bath facilities and changed the nature of the lotion he uses for his locks into a sort of green dye. Suffice to say he was furious - for quite some weeks after." Vithkun chuckled deviously. "But he had such a nice green hue and coupled with the blaze in his eyes, he looked quite like a forest fire!" Vithkun started applying the black dye to Myra's hair. "I can make stripes for you? I'm good at green!" he jested, slightly afraid to start another 'forest fire' and get a fist hammered into his face.
"Right, so we use 'Karise' officially from now on. That's a good idea, I think your true name, even shortened, would bring too many memories of your namesake." he said as a smile crept up his face while rubbing his chin. "That obsidian color truly makes your eyes that much more piercing - try not getting arrested for murder." he laughed, though it was actually a veiled praise, her dark hair to an even greater extend highlighting the immensely blue, yet also truly multicolored eyes. Of course her white hair brought upon her an elegance like a gale, that constantly reminded Vith to be careful around her and it would take some getting used to seeing her with black hair like this though he was already taking a liking to it. In some way it had Vithkun forgetting about Myra as a drow who was conscious about her powers and abilities.
"Let's use our hoods as we go, even I don't want to get recognized always." Vithkun smiled as they set off, Myra willing to imagine this a new entry into the city had his heart lightening, and ensuring their and the horses' stomachs were full, they left through the small gate that led out of the courtyard heading out into the large area of Excelmere where the primary market and shopping district was situated. The buildings here stood tall yet they were all you'd expect from elven culture, their ornate designs intricate and sometimes impossibly beautiful with twisted ivory white wood used many places, sprawling trees and vines climbing up the house walls intertwining in many ways. The citizens of Excelmere dressed in elegant and flowing attire - often white and beige, but some in more vivid colors and moved with a patient grace that made them seem as if they had all the time in the world, yet their intents were positively purposeful.
"This is truly the 'pure' part of High Haven. Even Xaomere has become quite akin to some cities outside, although Gandrys would have my hide for saying that." Vithkun smiled. "But here in Excelmere what makes us elves is being cultured still and beauty beats practicality every day." Vithkun explained leading them around a few corners, being morning not that many people were out on the market yet as they approach a slightly more secluded shopping street, although it was by no means a dark alley, such things unknown to Excelmere. Rather it was elegant, silent for now, but its stores beautifully painted and with many differently shaped flowers and plants hanging from the ornamented balconies and the neatly pattered facades genuinely welcoming one to step inside.
"Oh let's make a stop here, it's been so long!" Vithkun said with a broad smile. "I think we both are in the need of new clothes, wouldn't you say? Making the right impression is going to count for something." Vithkun suggested, as Vithkun had bled on his own and they had both sweat and slept in them in the hay and little spots of dye were present on his sleeves even. "Yeah I look like a vagabond, and somehow I've managed to get to this place without caring too much." his eyes raising from his clothes, jestingly blaming Myra for teaching her such negligence through being so practical and down to earth. "Come, let's go! I know the owner, it won't be a problem!" he assured her, pointing to the fact she was a drow, and with a single finger sliding her hood back before holding the door for Myra to enter at her leisure.
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Myralthrine Host
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 478
Age: 56
Physical Description: Avatar is accurate, 5'6 height.
Clothes and Equipment: Wanderers cloak in a material resembling vantablack in that it does not appear to be a real color. Beneath it she generally wears black leather boots to her knee, charcoal breeches and shirt, both fitted, and black bracers upon her forearms. She carries a morningstar upon her hip and satchel that crosses over her shoulder and chest.
Allegiances: None
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:13:41 GMT -8
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Post by Myralthrine Host on Jul 18, 2019 5:32:10 GMT -8
Knowing very little about his father there was a certainty that he would not enjoy the practical joke as Vith seemed to do so, whether he found the humor in it or not she certainly did. It made it difficult to continue when he started talking about stripes and she was almost rolling on the floor in the middle of the cell in laughter, or at least was bent over slightly her cheerful mirth making itself well known to him, “Vithkun Almear if you leave my hair in stripes I will certainly find a fitting retribution for you.”
Unable to make her threat sound quite fitting as she was laughing throughout the entire affair she never knew covering the one thing that brightened her so would brighten her in other ways. It was freeing in a sense for it had set her apart from other Drow and now she would simply be another face in the crowd, not within High Haven, but when they did travel to Azea.
He used her middle name, one she’d never used before, or known for that matter, and would have to rather quickly adjust to if she was to respond to it. “Do I look that much more serious?” She joked as he told her not to get arrested, not that she had not already gotten arrested for attempted murder but mentioning that might bring out the pain of their sorrow for each other’s suffering the night before and it was not her intention to do so. His jolly mood was meant to be preserved as well as possible and she did her best as she drew on her hood at his behest.
Traveling the city she was filled with childlike wonder. Beauty over practical matters fit the elves to a T for there was such beauty within their architecture, in the rising and falling semblances of times long past, in the flowers that surrounded archways and doorways, in the way they hung from high planters reaching out to the ground and sometimes crawling up a wall if possible. It was as if someone had blown life into their surroundings and acutely aware of it her mind ever searching the assault upon her senses was one of the most welcome things about Xaomere as it resembled the feel of the forests of their world being most vibrant and teeming with life and consciousness.
Being curtailed to a certain shop was fine in her eyes but when he spoke of making an impression her expression remained oddly passive. No matter what she wore, no matter how fine, her presence was going to be regarded as if she carried the plague into the palace. Of that she was certain but she gave him leave to believe it would not be so harsh of an arrival with a soft, “You look well traveled, it is a look that suits you,” for even as she brushed his hair over his shoulder the long locks clean now she found joy in such a simple view of himself as he lowered her hood. Wanting to cling to a semblance of privacy within his world it would soon be broken therefore she allowed it to fall with no physical reaction to it other than looking up to him with the faceted jewels that were her eyes the blue an uncanny shade that could be found nowhere else within Azea.
With that final glance they entered her footsteps near silent as she waited for him to join her.
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Vithkun Almear
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 437
Age: 84
Physical Description: Vithkun is a tall guy extending about 1.9 m in height and has long flowing white hair as is often seen in his family. He would appear to be around 30 years of age.
Clothes and Equipment: He is royalty and likes to show it which is why he wears a thing braided silver band on his head which value can likely not be descriped in mere numbers. In his travels he will go for his plated armor, one which is both extremely light and quite durable, enabling him to retain much of his agility. For more formal matters he prefers robes in various colors and patterns.
He carries his sword with him most of the time and it is a slim long sword forged by the elves. The metal - like his armor - is hard but light and the sharpness of its edge knows few peers. He carries a dagger of similar quality too.
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:46:39 GMT -8
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Post by Vithkun Almear on Jul 18, 2019 14:12:57 GMT -8
Vithkun frowned but kept a wry smile. "What do you mean 'well traveled'? I believe the word is 'scruffy', and I don't particularly enjoy scruffy." he said jestingly arguing with her. "However sometimes you make me forget that, you mean old drow!" the elf poked her and chuckled. Truly he did enjoy 'keeping his shape', yet she had showed him that it was not dangerous to sometimes just 'look like nature shaped you', which seemed to be her favorite style. "If you decline it's okay, just don't go with twigs in your hair and stuff, it's not the faerie's court." he joked.
Stepping into the shop it would certainly not disappoint, and it was a haven of colored, ornamented, patterned clothes and the form of dresses, pants, tops, gowns and vests overlapping each other from top to bottom on the walls and the more expensive ones put on wooden mannequins and loads of other clothes while hangers were also there with different sets of clothes occupying the floor. While almost like a maze of clothes there still seemed to be an order to them and it was by no means chaotic just - full. Still it was not people that filled it, just clothes and clothes and more clothes.
However moving through the the stands and mannequins a desk stood at the back of the room with no direct view of the door. Stepping out behind a mannequin with an expansive, white dress Vith would silently drag Myra along by her hand giving her a soft smile as they stepped up before the counter. An elf lady with her blonde hair done into a long, dutch braid lifting her long lashed eyes splayed out upon them and red lips curling into a curious smile. As she stepped out onto the floor to face them, the ornamented red and white dress showed itself fully with flowing sleeves tracing the elegant movements of her arms.
"Well, well... if it isn't the prince..?" she said inclining her body a bit putting her hand in her side, painted nails showing and eyes studying the elf from top till toe. Her gaze lingered slightly longer than was perhaps decent for a shop assistant, and her expression told of subtle satisfaction.
"Ahh, Delene it's been a while..." Vithkun said his smile half strained before he turned to Myra, drawing her out in front beside him if she was shy. "This is..." Vith said and swallowed his words as her was about to form his lips. "... Karise. She's been my loyal companion for a long quest and I'm showing her my home as thanks." Vithkun said, his half baked excuse sure to by punched through eventually - he had to do better later, but it was a lesson.
Delene's gaze moved curiously to Myra as her eyes discretely widened with her curiosity. "Well I'm very pleased yo meet you!" she went, her voice genuine but it was also carrying a bit of... animosity was not the word, rather competitiveness would be a better one. She looked at Myra's clothes too and then back at Vith crossing her arms and tapped her foot. "How did you even manage to get here looking like that?" she went, her voice serious yet friendly.
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Myralthrine Host
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 478
Age: 56
Physical Description: Avatar is accurate, 5'6 height.
Clothes and Equipment: Wanderers cloak in a material resembling vantablack in that it does not appear to be a real color. Beneath it she generally wears black leather boots to her knee, charcoal breeches and shirt, both fitted, and black bracers upon her forearms. She carries a morningstar upon her hip and satchel that crosses over her shoulder and chest.
Allegiances: None
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:13:41 GMT -8
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Post by Myralthrine Host on Jul 18, 2019 14:47:32 GMT -8
“I’m mean,” sending his words back with the same good humor that he distributed them with as he spoke of being scruffy she purposefully messed his hair in the wrong direction saying with a snort, “It’s an attractive scruffy,” reassuring him of this at least while he possibly was sorting out the locks that were almost tangled by her stray hand wandering over them keeping them from looking as pristine as they had when he brushed them out earlier. She would not help him smooth them for she rather had no use for using a comb but once a day, it was generally the reason it was kept back. As it was now, the black locks drawn into a chignon style at the nape of her neck to keep them out of the way and to keep her from realizing they were black. When they passed a mirror or window she caught her reflection and it caught her off guard the strange color making her feel as if another was staring back instead. She shuddered to think what it might have been had Myralthrine herself had darker locks for she surely then would have felt out of character.
“You’ll have to keep me indoors if you want to keep that from happening,” she was serious too, for the branches seemed to reach for her and nature called in ways that most elves had to work hard to achieve. Her symbiotic relationship with it was born of necessity and a childhood spent among the trees and away from people communing with nature instead of communicating. Not that she was unable, she just preferred their words to most humanoids. Other than Vith, who while quite loquacious drew her attention none the less.
Entering the shop she was apprehensive to touch anything, her hands and clothing were clean but this was far beyond any of her normal wear even when she’d been in her nicest. The road did not treat clothes kindly and she inwardly would have been horrified of the cost. Recognizing colors and patterns of noblemans dress clothes and dresses that would suit a lady of the lower and higher court she felt all of it was a bit to far from her normal. Then again when Vithkun pulled her forward grasping her hand in excitement she knew this would soon be her new normal, that escaping to the outskirts of the world where no one bothered her but a stray deer was no longer an option.
Did she wish for the quiet of it? One look at her companion and she knew that she would follow his steps into the very darkest pits of hell and move through the fire in order to secure his wellbeing and his happiness but her own was important as well and she would not compromise who she was fully for it would negate who he began to love.
Brought forward around Vith they met a slip of a girl dressed in white and red with painted lips and curled lashes. Her countenance was one of finery and her looks crafted through careful examination in a mirror. Karise, as she had to be called now, could suddenly see why Vith had called himself scruffy and might consider her so as well. It took her aback to see such so openly. A feeling of inadequacy flushed her cheeks as she glanced to the woman introduced as Delene. Delene might find her a curiosity but though she wore clothes not suitable to her station she could not find her ugly at the very least. Delene found her to be well built, the legs of a woman who used them often, arms that showed strength but were not unfeminine, and features crafted of royalty with a high cheek and sharp chin that was raised to withstand the onslaught of her gaze.
Karise had found Delene to be slim, languorous in her appearance, painted and adorned, and beautifully kept together by her clothing that was made to compliment her form. Karise found her like the willow, and Delene, despite her observations, would probably think of Karise as fit for a donkey for she was stout but capable.
Karise did not miss the long glance, as she had been half hidden behind her companion and able to rather quickly take in how the woman acted before she was fully visible. Unrelenting in some aspects she did not release Vith’s hand for it was part of staking a claim that would start here and now. If they were to tread this path it would have to be done with as much of the truth implied as possible.
Karise did not offer a hand, nor any open sign of disregard, her expression was as serene as deep water, the surface was calm and steady, beneath, well what lied in the depths was unknown. “It is a pleasure to meet you as well,” she acquiesced her tone level but not unfriendly, “I am afraid that his state of dress is rather my doing,” she confessed this giving Vith a sideways glance her eyes falling to his lips before raising to his eyes, “I insisted our travel take us on a route of exploration and it came with some difficulties as to the path.”
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Vithkun Almear
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 437
Age: 84
Physical Description: Vithkun is a tall guy extending about 1.9 m in height and has long flowing white hair as is often seen in his family. He would appear to be around 30 years of age.
Clothes and Equipment: He is royalty and likes to show it which is why he wears a thing braided silver band on his head which value can likely not be descriped in mere numbers. In his travels he will go for his plated armor, one which is both extremely light and quite durable, enabling him to retain much of his agility. For more formal matters he prefers robes in various colors and patterns.
He carries his sword with him most of the time and it is a slim long sword forged by the elves. The metal - like his armor - is hard but light and the sharpness of its edge knows few peers. He carries a dagger of similar quality too.
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:46:39 GMT -8
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Post by Vithkun Almear on Jul 19, 2019 12:15:38 GMT -8
Vithkun would match the tightness of her grip in his hand and a smile crept up his face as she stepped forwards. "Well... it was both our doings actually, but adventuring does often come with these kind of problems." Vithkun joked and returned a sidelong glance to Myra. "We're heading back to the Thousand Lights Halls, so we need to dress for something else than traveling the road - and don't tell me it's a challenge you're no up to..." Vithkun joked with a smirk to his face as Delene silently observed Vithkun, her eyes traveling to Myra too. Yes, she was quite the good looking girl, she had to admit that. Even for a drow she had a certain graceful presence and dignity, one she had not expected from a common drow adventurer.
Nodding Delene turned around and reach behind the counter to bring out a measuring stick and a small notebook. "It's not every day I get to match the color of blueberry with my clothes. It's a challenge, but I'll make it work alright." she said to Myra giving her a fair but measured smile before turning to Vith. Quite abruptly she wrapped her fingers around his arm and pulled him gently but firmly from Myra, Vithkun following Delene, as she helped him off with his outer jacket, hanging it on a nearby chair. "Arms out..!" the elf said before taking her time to measure him looking quite comfortable around Vithkun - eyes inspecting and gentle touches seemed to be placed a little more often than a stranger would.
"Well ehrm... thanks Delene, it doesn't have to be tailor made this time..." Vihtkun would say, as he stood front to Myra having a difficult time knowing where to place his eyes.
"We need to be accurate in order to find the right clothes for you... your majesty." her last words spoken rather teasingly and her smirk attempted covered by standing on his backside with him between Vithkun and Karise. "I've never seen the Thousand Lights Halls myself before but I've been told it was quite beautiful." Delene addressed Myra, but side eyed Vithkun who's cheeks blushed slightly as she casually put a hand on his shoulder. "Once I was close though... I handsome elf promised me to show me that and much more, but it ended a little prematurely." Delene said casually and shrugged, though her smile had strained some - Vithkun taciturn for once.
"Arms out please." she'd say to Myra after having noted the last measurements of Vithkun.
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Myralthrine Host
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 478
Age: 56
Physical Description: Avatar is accurate, 5'6 height.
Clothes and Equipment: Wanderers cloak in a material resembling vantablack in that it does not appear to be a real color. Beneath it she generally wears black leather boots to her knee, charcoal breeches and shirt, both fitted, and black bracers upon her forearms. She carries a morningstar upon her hip and satchel that crosses over her shoulder and chest.
Allegiances: None
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:13:41 GMT -8
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Post by Myralthrine Host on Jul 19, 2019 21:46:30 GMT -8
Myra chose not to seek insult within her words for her grey tinged skin usually drew comments from others. Delene was nagging in a manner of a woman who sought more than she would ever receive, Vith’s hesitation to return her casual smiles when they meant much more was obvious and Myra did not see Delene as a woman who was ignorant. Perhaps woeful in longing, but not unknowing of her standing. Karise stood before her instead of her true name but it would not have mattered to the girl, she could not possibly know the lineage of the Drow heirachy well enough to even guess who she was insulting if she had her full title when introduced.
Waiting patiently for her turn she would say shortly, “I am sure you will manage.”
As Vith was fitted, as was his standing, the woman was carefully measuring, taking her time, her hands trailing over his shoulders, lingering around his wrists as if they wished to dip deeper and take his hands within her own. For once Myra was not filled with overwhelming anger for she was quite observant during the encounter. Vithkun felt awkward, she surmised, and Delene, well Delene simply felt something she dug at with crude comments. Pretty speech only hid so much.
Pity was the word one might search for if they knew her well enough to judge the way her brow furrowed. Myra had rarely shown the expression for when she chose one it was vastly different in most regards but this was one that Vith might take purchase to immediately. For it was an odd mixture of uncertainty and knowledge that brought it to the surface. Dredged it more like, as the woman made comments about the hall itself, “Perhaps you will have another chance,” with another man, a part she did not say aloud but she was not mocking her, far from it, nor was she indifferent, she felt sorry for the woman but it came across as compassion instead of hatred as she clung to a dream far from her now.
The prince who had his arms spread wide for measuring would have been a better suitor for the elven woman than the Drow. It certainly would have caused less uproar if he gave up his crown and married this woman instead but Myra trusted him well enough to know his words had been true, he loved her, and that left Delene to a fargone memory.
“Of course,” she said as she approached her and raised her arms. Telling her that she wished for something simple, or that she needed not such finery would be truthful but in bad taste. Therefore she kept her silence lowering her eyes unless Vith spoke.
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Vithkun Almear
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 437
Age: 84
Physical Description: Vithkun is a tall guy extending about 1.9 m in height and has long flowing white hair as is often seen in his family. He would appear to be around 30 years of age.
Clothes and Equipment: He is royalty and likes to show it which is why he wears a thing braided silver band on his head which value can likely not be descriped in mere numbers. In his travels he will go for his plated armor, one which is both extremely light and quite durable, enabling him to retain much of his agility. For more formal matters he prefers robes in various colors and patterns.
He carries his sword with him most of the time and it is a slim long sword forged by the elves. The metal - like his armor - is hard but light and the sharpness of its edge knows few peers. He carries a dagger of similar quality too.
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:46:39 GMT -8
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Post by Vithkun Almear on Jul 21, 2019 12:15:45 GMT -8
Delene had not reacted on Myra telling her, that she might get another chance, instead she would proceed to take Myra's measurements scribbling them down into her notebook. The wrinkle on her petite, slightly upwards pointing nose was all the answer Myra would get. "You have strong features." she commented with an even tone, having a hard time getting things to match in her head. She noticed how Myra's body was like that of a well versed ranger, yet she carried an expression not too far from someone like Vithkun when she spoke.
"I suppose strong features must go with a strong mind, isn't that true, Karise?" Delene said as she ran her palm diagonally down Myra's back and passed by one foot slowly in front of the other. "I can appreciate both, and to me an elf is just an elf - both are intelligent and beautiful life forms no matter what skin they are clad in." she brushed her fingers along Myra's pointy ear pretending to still take measurements. "Me and his majesty had a lot of arguments on that - but it seems like he has become a lot more open minded since that last time he visited my shop..." she said, her attention all but focused on Myra, with Vithkun standing close by and an awkward silence filling the space around him. What was being said wasn't as important as what wasn't being said and what figured between the lines. She might have fitted well in with the court had the dices ended up differently.
Standing right in front of Myra with a satisfied smirk, a confident shoulder wide stance and arms crossed she looked at this 'Karise' from the bottom and up. "Well I'm sure I can make that turn eyes - even if the skin color wouldn't in itself..." she said and suddenly frowned stepping slightly closer and leaning her head in. "Wait a minute..." she said curiously with her finger shamelessly sliding across the bare skin on Myra's chest - the drow would have needed to remove her outer coat for the measurements. "What is this..?" Delene said hooking the chain for the Crimson Ascend pulling it up so she could see it more clearly as its light shone bright.
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Myralthrine Host
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 478
Age: 56
Physical Description: Avatar is accurate, 5'6 height.
Clothes and Equipment: Wanderers cloak in a material resembling vantablack in that it does not appear to be a real color. Beneath it she generally wears black leather boots to her knee, charcoal breeches and shirt, both fitted, and black bracers upon her forearms. She carries a morningstar upon her hip and satchel that crosses over her shoulder and chest.
Allegiances: None
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:13:41 GMT -8
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Post by Myralthrine Host on Jul 21, 2019 16:50:58 GMT -8
Choosing not to interfere or speak further were both odd choices for Myra for generally she was well spoken and opinionated when it mattered and with Delene taking stock of Vith like he was some sort of animal for sale it had mattered. Never the less she’d kept quiet and attempted to understand the woman’s reasoning. That reasoning was jealousy, want, or some other hidden thing beneath her rather callous actions. Her words barely concealed anything and her eyes were expressive. Neither of which helped Delene with Myra was molded like a hawk in her manner of paying attention to that which was around her intentionally remaining silent in order to brood and watch.
As the woman sized her walking about her comment was taken well instead of with anger and she would say in the same even tone she gave her, “Thank you,” if Delene did not wish to mock she would give her no reason to start her next few words oddly complimentary before she began to launch into a speech of equalism hands tracing, touching, moving about her as if to measure. Myra may have never had such attention to detail before but she knew that this was too far but she did not speak, but waited, patiently until she moved before her and she raised one brow, “It appears so,” she remarked cooly on Vith changing his mind since the last time he had been in ‘her’ shop. If she was eluding to something else she really cared not to figure out he meaning behind it. Delene was as exhausting as Arelthorn but she carried about in a different manner of interrogation. When she began to draw her finger across skin Myra did not stop her, it would have been suspicious to instantly reach up and cover the jewel. Instead she would gently wrap her hand around her own giving her fingers a gentle push of insistence that could turn rather harsh in a moments notice if Delene was not careful, “It is a family heirloom,” Myra would say shortly not enjoying her pandering thus far. There was no taking the tension out of her jaw but it could be mistaken for withheld anger at her overwhelming misuse of her measuring to touch and feel things no one should without permission, “One I do not like handled by others,” she would add in with a sharp undertone.
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Vithkun Almear
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 437
Age: 84
Physical Description: Vithkun is a tall guy extending about 1.9 m in height and has long flowing white hair as is often seen in his family. He would appear to be around 30 years of age.
Clothes and Equipment: He is royalty and likes to show it which is why he wears a thing braided silver band on his head which value can likely not be descriped in mere numbers. In his travels he will go for his plated armor, one which is both extremely light and quite durable, enabling him to retain much of his agility. For more formal matters he prefers robes in various colors and patterns.
He carries his sword with him most of the time and it is a slim long sword forged by the elves. The metal - like his armor - is hard but light and the sharpness of its edge knows few peers. He carries a dagger of similar quality too.
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:46:39 GMT -8
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Post by Vithkun Almear on Jul 22, 2019 12:59:28 GMT -8
The gentle but unmistakable grip on Delene's slender hands and her tensed jaw had her rather surprised, her eyes widening for a brief moment by the sudden firmness - a firmness of presence which elves reluctantly showed unless it was very much the last resort. For her to use it so early would point to Delene either having lit a short fuse, or that family pendant being very important to the drow. Delene retracted her hand again taking a step back with an almost beaten look to her face.
"My apologies then..." she said as she straightened herself again and looked to Vithkun next. "You two stay here and I will go fetch clothes you will never forget." a confident smirk seemed to return to her expression as she turned on her heels making her way to the other side of the shop as Vithkun followed her vigilantly with his eyes until she had gone from sight. He then took a few steps closer to Myra and sighed.
"I... really had no idea she would act this awkwardly..!" he said in a muted tone. "I went for this place because she's traveled outside High Haven and I thought she had a broader perspective on things." he excused his choice. "But now I guess you know that we did have had a brief history..." Vithkun said frowning a bit. Myra didn't seem particularly mad at him, still he felt as if he needed at explain everything as fast as possible lest she might believe he brought Myra here for some other purpose than the intended.
"It's a long story..." he sighed reluctantly. "Even if it was only for a short time..!" he quickly added to confirm what he had told her earlier, afraid to look like a liar. But before he could elaborate further Delene had returned with two sets of clothes - one on each arm.
"I was having a think about it." she said and looked at Myra. "White ones won't fit, your ire will get it really dirty in no time, so we need something a little darker yet not gloomy - so I thought of this!" she said and put Vithkun's away to show Myra the dress, holding it up before her. It was light green and brown, which had a silvery hue, with twisting purple ornamentation. The dress was classy and feminine but also light in its presence with see through sleeves and a wrapping fit but garnered with loose sleeves, a deep cut out in the chest area and the lower part falling elegantly towards the ground, yet would not touch.
"What do you say?" she asked, this time her voice sounded genuinely curious. Dressing people was her pride, and she would not compromise on that in the slightest.
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Myralthrine Host
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 478
Age: 56
Physical Description: Avatar is accurate, 5'6 height.
Clothes and Equipment: Wanderers cloak in a material resembling vantablack in that it does not appear to be a real color. Beneath it she generally wears black leather boots to her knee, charcoal breeches and shirt, both fitted, and black bracers upon her forearms. She carries a morningstar upon her hip and satchel that crosses over her shoulder and chest.
Allegiances: None
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:13:41 GMT -8
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Post by Myralthrine Host on Jul 22, 2019 17:12:19 GMT -8
Karise might have brooked an argument, but Myra did not and the instant that she’d taken her hand within her own her grip threateningly tight upon the edge of her fingers was a warning. Perhaps an overreaction on her part but she’d overstepped boundaries when doing her measuring and her fingers trailing over open skin. Rarely allowing anyone to lay hands on her it was given a chance in order to descelate what could might have occurred should she not have promised to watch her tongue. Rising to the occasion was not her issue and had Delene pushed it she might have been in less control of her emotions than the first time she had met Vithkun in that bar. His drunken stupor causing his mouth to write checks that his hands could not cash when she lowered him to the ground by one finger.
“There’s no need,” her voice was cool when she apologized and begged for nothing more to be said on the matter. Allowing the Crimson Ascent to fall against her breast she did not tuck it underneath the cloth for it would be suspicious and Delene was certainly not untalented in figuring out intent nor in intentionally choosing to make her uncomfortable purposefully. There was no doubt within her mind that she carefully calculated her actions from the instant there had been a female in tow behind Vith when he entered her shop.
Vithkun then took to apologizing for his part in her behavior but she shook her head once before saying shortly, “It can be discussed later, in private.”
Each had a a life before being joined together on their quest. Nothing was inexcusable nor did she judge his prior transgressions for they were not that nor were they that now. They had simply been his choices before they began to effect one another.
Delene returned with a beautiful gown, gorgeous in its design and certainly of a cloth that was more expensive than her entire wardrobe before arriving here including her boots which were of a respectable make and capable of taking the beating she had given them upon the wilderness roads.
“It is lovely,” crossing her arms beneath her chest she observed the wide cut out and would add softly, “But revealing.”
Her current wear was long sleeves and pants that rested over her boots, there was barely but a scooped neckline that showed the chain that the other elf had pulled up so effortlessly in her curiosity that did not respect personal boundaries.
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Vithkun Almear
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 437
Age: 84
Physical Description: Vithkun is a tall guy extending about 1.9 m in height and has long flowing white hair as is often seen in his family. He would appear to be around 30 years of age.
Clothes and Equipment: He is royalty and likes to show it which is why he wears a thing braided silver band on his head which value can likely not be descriped in mere numbers. In his travels he will go for his plated armor, one which is both extremely light and quite durable, enabling him to retain much of his agility. For more formal matters he prefers robes in various colors and patterns.
He carries his sword with him most of the time and it is a slim long sword forged by the elves. The metal - like his armor - is hard but light and the sharpness of its edge knows few peers. He carries a dagger of similar quality too.
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:46:39 GMT -8
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Post by Vithkun Almear on Jul 24, 2019 13:55:02 GMT -8
Once again Vithkun's words fell on barren lands - which was no longer a new thing to him. However this time her, avoiding to answer the bulk of his questions and apologies, was not exactly the worst thing to happen and he smiled almost relieved, knowing what it meant. "Well I can tell you what you want to know, but I'm not sure there is much to discuss..." he went, though of course he hoped that she did not think that this was something to change their how they saw their future.
As Myra had a look at it, Delene frowned and rubbed her chin musingly. It was the sort of frown where you'd know she was not satisfied with 'almost good enough' and she threw her arms out. "For an adventurer you have an awfully subtle sense of aesthetic. Because I agree completely, that it should actually have a higher cut out to make it more elegant less about sharing the fruits." she said with a small smirk. "Let me make some fixes to that." she said and put it aside.
For Vithkun she brandished a golden green tight fitting piece of garment with cobber patterns along the middle and the edges - and while reaching the knees, it split from the navel and down revealing charcoal black pants and high top boots in mocha brown colors with golden features also. To top it off there was a thin onyx black cape with golden stripes on the edge, and everything done in smooth but thick elven cloth.
Vithkun opened his eyes a bit extra as he saw that. "It's... been a long time since I wore something like that." he smiled feeling the quality. "Yes, that looks good. Thank you Delene!" he said firmly as Delene returned a more careful smile as a gesture. "I'll be back in a moment, Karise." she said leaving them to themselves for a moment again.
"I believe... she is doing what she can she please us both with this." he excused her earlier behavior as she returned again shortly with a revised version of the dress.
"How about this? A bit more chic, right?" she held it up for her to see and judge, the dress clearly more elegant and would have a wider appeal now with less to show off.
"If you like it, we should try them on and then proceed." Vithkun suggested with a glint in his eyes, looking forward to seeing Myra in that dress. "As always your dresses are top quality." he praised her and would leave for the changing room, if Myra was satisfied also.
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Myralthrine Host
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 478
Age: 56
Physical Description: Avatar is accurate, 5'6 height.
Clothes and Equipment: Wanderers cloak in a material resembling vantablack in that it does not appear to be a real color. Beneath it she generally wears black leather boots to her knee, charcoal breeches and shirt, both fitted, and black bracers upon her forearms. She carries a morningstar upon her hip and satchel that crosses over her shoulder and chest.
Allegiances: None
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:13:41 GMT -8
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Post by Myralthrine Host on Jul 24, 2019 16:50:03 GMT -8
Had Delene been trying to insult her with her first choice she had not shown much in the rejection other than a polite insecurity about showing so much of what lay beneath the clothing. Including the necklace which it would not have covered, not that it was the only reason she'd been so quick to reject her first choice. Now as she waited patiently for her to return she had to admit that she carried with her a sort of taste that only nobles appreciated. Overly complicated and flashy but suitable for court at the very least. Therefore she would have to choose her words carefully, "I am sure it will hit its intended mark."
While she could not absolutely lie in regards to her personal feelings she offered her but a small smile, one that did not reach her eyes and was closed but was an attempt at civility. Her false name was often in Delene's mouth as well and she swallowed a retort of wanting to fix it, for when she tilted her head in her peripheral vision was her blackened hair, done by dye and only short-lasting it felt shameful to hide her true self even if it was an agreement made to keep another safe.
Pushing it back out of her line of vision she then reached for the dress, "Thank you," she slipped away after Vith to her own changing room emerging a few moments later after she figured out how to do the threading along the sides to make the dress fit properly. Her usual wear was loose, uncaring if it was flattering or not, but this showed caring, even if it was not of her own accord. Vith was in the next stall, and odd choice for elves to have such rooms to simply change clothing. Placing her hand on the space between them he might not be able to see her but being so close and yet out of reach in front of others was bothersome for he'd held her hand in the shop but would he stand so close to her under the watchful eye of his parents?
Letting her fingers slip down she exited readjusting her skirts fanning them out so they fell evenly as she crossed the floor for inspection.
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Vithkun Almear
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 437
Age: 84
Physical Description: Vithkun is a tall guy extending about 1.9 m in height and has long flowing white hair as is often seen in his family. He would appear to be around 30 years of age.
Clothes and Equipment: He is royalty and likes to show it which is why he wears a thing braided silver band on his head which value can likely not be descriped in mere numbers. In his travels he will go for his plated armor, one which is both extremely light and quite durable, enabling him to retain much of his agility. For more formal matters he prefers robes in various colors and patterns.
He carries his sword with him most of the time and it is a slim long sword forged by the elves. The metal - like his armor - is hard but light and the sharpness of its edge knows few peers. He carries a dagger of similar quality too.
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:46:39 GMT -8
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Post by Vithkun Almear on Jul 25, 2019 22:37:29 GMT -8
Inside the dressing rooms, which they had not chosen to be right next to each other, simply there were only these, a large oval mirror was there for the customer to inspect one's dress and how it fitted. It would go from the floor to above one's head and thus cover the entire body of the one that would look into it. But this was no mere normal mirror, it was an Ildari mirror - a rare mirror where the user would be able to adjust how much light was reflected and from where the shadow struck one's image to create the illusion of trying one's clothes in a various different settings.
Vithkun mused a little and chuckled to himself as he adjusted the cape and tried some of the carious settings by his fingers either stroking up and down or from side to side just an inch before the mirror. 'In none of these lights will Myra not find this dress overly pretentious...' Vithkun thought giving himself a half smile as he turned his side to the mirror for another inspection. It was bad because he actually liked it himself - the pretentious elf blood apparently ran in his veins and this kind of clothing stroke his ego just right.
However before Vithkun stepped out a careful knock sounded on his door and it was gently pushed open, Delene a curious look to her nodding to Vithkun giving him a half smile. "You mind taking a quick look..?" she asked muted and as Vith was actually done he smiled and stepped outside as Delene held up another dress - one of darker colors but the silky night blue color was distinctly elven. "I almost forgot about this one. Would it..?" she asked as Vithkun nodded and he couldn't but grin.
"It would..!" he whispered back to Delene, who moved over to Myra's dressing room and knocked carefully - opening the door just slightly stretching her arm in with the dress.
"You have to try this also." she insisted and glanced inside, remembering that she hadn't told Myra about the mirror - which was well known by elves bu not outside High Haven. "You can change the light and shadow by moving your hand up and down before the mirror, so they'll appear as they would in different circumstances. Try it out!" she'd encourage Myra and pull back out of the dressing room where she'd wait with Vith outside for Myra to pop back out - only scarce glances glances shared by the two, Delene obviously trying not to let her eyes prey too much on the elf.
"You look very handsome in that - it's a nice fit." she'd comment politely, a measured way she only rarely spoke.
"Thank you, it's been a while. Your craft is excellent as always." he returned her praise, the female elf's cheeks slightly glowed as Delene suppressed a smile.
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