Falkreath: The Stone Orc Settlement

Kold'Ron thought for a moment, frowning as he shook his head. "There is nothing I need you for, Zar'Dura. However, why don't you use that knowledge of yours to help... the Shaman Warriors for me?" He grinned for a moment, obviously placing one of his own burdens on her. "Yes, I feel I need to go... check upon the trolls, once more. Aside from that, the youths generally listen to the youths, am I wrong?" He questioned rhetorically, waving his hand and grazing her shoulder with it, a 'thank you' as he hurried off, marching quickly towards the far back of the stone walls.

A training sword goes flying past Zar'Dura, knocked from the hands of a large orc warrior. Seconds later the orc warrior goes flying after his sword. Though he lands a good twenty feet short. The opponent of the orc warrior was a good foot shorter. His right hand his raised high, still glowing with green power. His left hand holds a sword, cocked behind his back in a reverse grip.

Daris starts to walk toward his defeated opponent. He has a friendly grin on his face, and he plans to help the orc up. He get's distracted though, when he sees Dura. His grin breaks into a full smile, and he rushes up to the female orc.

"Zar'Dura! You're back! It is good to see you."

"Kol'Ron sent you? I did ask him for more help. I am having trouble with the more advanced spells. It doesn't seem to matter how long I practice."

Daris gives an embarrassed laugh and scratches the back of his head. He was trying very hard to hide how thrilled he was. He had, had a crush on the reclusive shaman for years. Sure they had barely ever talked, but she seemed so... intelligent, and kind. He would have to thank Kold'Ron when he saw him next.

"I am only a year older! Besides you have been learning the ways of shaman, for far longer. In them you are my senior."

Daris chuckles at Dura, she was acting like he was years older. The orc he knocked flat finally gets to his feet. Daris remembering what he had been doing rushes over. He pats the large orc on the shoulder, and starts giving him pointers. As they walk past, he stops by Dura again.

"If you are free now we can start. Just let me gather my things."

Daris was as swift as he could be, which was a good 15 minutes. He dunked a bucket of water over his head to clear the sweat, and then dried himself off. He then grabbed his sword, the unique weapon singing it's joy at being reunited with him. Then he grabbed his bag, and began making his way to Dura. This all took about five minutes. The remaining ten was spent talking to the various orcs, who wanted to speak to him. He was pelted with different conversations orcs asking for advice, just saying hello, or to asking him to spar. He was polite and friendly to a fault, but he was curt in his replies. Those who knew him best, glanced at who was waiting for him and grinned. His secret crush on the shamaness, was not so secret. Still his friends helped distract those not in the know, and he finally reaches her.

"Sorry for the delay. Yes let us go."

"Controlling. So far I have only mastered two spells. Enhancing my strength, and stone fire. Everything else is a struggle."

Daris strolls next to Dura, as he leads her out of town. He waves and grins at most he sees, and they return the gesture. When they get to the outskirts, he sits where she indicates. He sprawls his legs out, and lean back onto his hands.

"Doesn't seem to matter how long I practice, I can't quite get my head around it. It is like learning sword forms all over again."

Daris nods along to wait Dura is saying. He hadn't really thought about magic as being anything. He had just relentlessly practiced the mental exercises. Find power seize it bend it to his will, he went through his sword though. What Dura said about the energy around him. He reaches to his back and draws his sword. He assumes lotus position, laying his sword across his lap. He then tries to visualize what she is speaking of. He encounters a block though, he can put himself into the blade. He can feel it's power thrumming beneath him. He cannot however extend his mind beyond it.

"Hmmmm, this is challenging."

Daris cracks an eyelid as Dura approaches. A slightly silly grin, spreads across his face as she takes his hands. A grin that gives way to a look of astonishment. It was an odd sensation, he felt like he was connected with everything. His heart beating in time with Dura's, which in term followed the thrums of power from the world. Every thing was awash with power, making it more vibrant, more real. His sword was a beacon, he could see the earth spirits within it. Dancing, playing, laughing. Dura was even brighter, she was awash with energy. So stunning she was hard to look at it.

"Oh! I see it! This is amazing! Everything is so, beautiful. Especially you, you look gorgeous."

Oops. Daris withdraws his hands, and grins sheepishly. He can't believe he just said that.

"Sorry, I meant just lite up with magic you looked gorgeous. Well not that you don't normally, or anything. I was just taken off guard."

He gives a nervous laugh, scratching the back of his head. This was certainly awkward.

Daris lets out a sigh of relief. Good she didn't seem too offended by his words. He once again assumes lotus position, and begins to take deep breaths. He tries to stretch out his mind. There is still a block, but... There a crack in the mental wall. He begins to worry at it, trying to break through. It is not easy going, but nothing ever was. He sits in silent contemplation, tackling the issue relentlessly.