Private A Little Touch of Joy

[Eenia Vahn]

TAG: Oleander Webb
Wearing: [xXx]


There were typically so many things to do and get done in a day's time. Little bits of training that always seemed more like chores than actual training, and yet there was never a complaint from Eenia about it. At least not anything she said aloud. She was ever the diligent student, always doing what was instructed of her, because that was why she had agreed to learn from a new Master in the first place. Dimitri Voltura was kind to her, he treated her well, but he was most definitely her teacher. Despite whatever spats that may crop up between them...

But today was not one of those days. No, today her Master was off saving the galaxy, and considering the fact that Nia herself had no Lotus jobs or training to do today for the Knights Obsidian? She had taken the day for herself.

Now normally, this would have consisted of eating too many sweet things and getting lost in some long, fantasy-esque literature. But day the weather was pleasant, with a comfortable breeze, and that led the blonde woman outside into the fresh air. And more than that? She had found her way to a patch of ground within KO territory that was sorely in need of some color and a little life. Was it necessary to sit and plant flowers? No, of course not. But was it hurting anyone for Eenia to be doing it? Also no.

Nia made sure she wasn't seated in any path, or going to be in the way of any sort of exorcise - training or otherwise. She may have the day off, but it was in the blonde's nature to give back. It came naturally to her, considering her specialty with healing and tending to others. So with nothing else to do today, why not dig in the dirt, add some color, and maybe bring a little joy to those who pass by now and again?

...Once the flowers started to grow and bloom properly, of course.

 

[Oleander Webb]

TAG: Eenia Vahn

There was something about afternoons - the midday sun shining on all, the gentle breeze - all of it made for a tempting setup to put everything aside for a quick nap. For Oleander, who if not for work schedule, would likely operate more on a nocturnal timetable, that was doubly so. The Anzat's specialized skillset, along with dietary restrictions and general existence that lead to him joining the Knights Obsidian, had set him apart from other knights. This left the knight with an often open afternoon schedule, with the understanding that he was still almost permanently on call.

And so he often wandered in his free time, committing the nooks and crevices of the area to memory, slowly but surely adjusting to the modern world by way of observation, seldom an active participant. He handled busy streets well enough, was quite experienced in navigating through a crowd (such was a boon of traveling mostly unseen), yet also found himself taking to more quiet areas from time to time.

He was an embodiment of death. That which, by extension, was an embodiment of nature itself. And with that in mind, he took refuge among nature in his off-hours. He wasn't one to plant, no, he lacked the green thumb or the knowledge to get into that himself, but that didn't stop him from spending the occasional afternoon laying in grass, watching clouds pass by above him.

Today had been such a day. He'd planned, at least, to just lay there for a few minutes - half an hour at most. Yet as the sun bore down on him and that breeze filled the air with the calming noise of foliage interacting with other foliage, it hadn't been too long before his eyes had grown heavy. It could have been an off-putting sight, his skin pale with grey undertones, cold to the touch. Even in slumber, his breathing was subtle, composed, meant to avoid drawing attention to himself.

 

[Eenia Vahn]

TAG: Oleander Webb


There was occasionally a moment or two where Eenia would pause, sit up from where she had been stooped over, and look around. Something was off, and it was nearby. Not off in a way that disturbed her or made her uncomfortable, but just enough so in a way that continued to draw her attention away from the task she had at hand. At first she tried to ignore it, or rather ignore the impulse to get up and go investigate. She had been quite happily playing in the dirt on her own.

However, the more she tried to ignore it, the less she could actually do so, and eventually with a sigh the blonde set the things she had down and got up to abandon her place for the time being. Once Nia was stood, she dusted her hands off as she scanned around herself. There weren't too many people mulling about, and those that were, were not where that odd feeling was coming from. So she stepped away for the time being, knowing that worst case scenario she would return to someone else planting her flowers - no true loss there.

Heightened senses led her along, and only a short distance away at that. Nia found a body, and while at first she may have considered the idea of napping under the sun, the colorations of this particular individual caused concern immediately. "Hey," she crouched down beside this figure and reached a hand out to shake an arm. In hindsight, perhaps not the brightest idea considering she was a stranger, but her more healing-esque mind had taken over - especially since this individual was also cold to the touch. "Hey, are you okay?"

 

[Oleander Webb]

TAG: Eenia Vahn

Sound in his dream realm, Oleander enjoyed a rare moment of peace, warmth. Not to say the waking world was without warmth entirely. No, it just didn't quite hit him the same. Raised in a world of deadly professionalism, peace and warmth were both acts more so than experiences. But not here, with the sun bearing down on his face, a few strands of hair flopped over his forehead. In the brief periods he lay resting, he looked much younger than he so often presented. Which was fitting. He was fairly young, even by Anzati standards.

And in his rest, he dreamed. Nothing too exciting. The vague chorus of laughter drew his attention through a forests' trees. He followed, though not as he normally would. The Nightwalker was a killer to his core and his movement so often reflected as such. Not here, though. No, here he just moved without care toward how he did so. It was nice, somewhat. To not have to consider each step he took though that had long since become a second nature to the Anzat.

The carefree movement was suddenly ceased as he felt another source of warmth, pinpointed on his arm. Wrenched from unconsciousness, though his body itself didn't move for another second. All at once, his eyes opened, lightsaber snapping to the hand attached to the arm being touched. His free hand lunged forward with the intent to grab hold of the individual. Not to injure, not yet at least, just to keep them from running while he processed the tail end of her question. "I'm fine," he answered, posture relaxing a fraction as he took in his surroundings. She didn't appear to be a threat, at least not one that intended to be threatening. Still, he'd be a fool to let down his guard. "Tell me, do you normally wake strangers?"

 

[Eenia Vahn]

TAG: Oleander Webb


The reaction to her gentle prodding was both overkill, and yet perfectly understandable at the same time. It hadn't stopped Eenia from being both startled and ready to defend herself, especially once she had been grasped hold of, but luckily there had been nothing more than the initial reaction to her disturbing a stranger's apparent slumber. Strange, that it had not seemed like he was sleeping...

"When a stranger appears to not be breathing and looks as if they may have some sort of circulation issue, then yes." the blonde answered calmly with a nod of her head. "Though considering I reacted first and thought about it second, I apologize." it was in her nature to reach for those who were in need of healing. Or at least it was once again, she had strayed deeply from that path for a while, after all. And now, she even looked fairly sheepish about what she had just done.

"I'm am sorry," she stated again, and even ducked her head a little. "I didn't mean to disturb what was clearly a perfectly good nap..." And to think, she had abandoned her perfectly peaceful flower planting for an entirely misread situation. A soft, thoughtful noise was made in Nia's throat after a moment, "If you'll let go of me, I can get up and let you get back to your nap." there was no panic, no upset in her tone, just a gentle - albeit careful - understanding of what she had disturbed and the reaction it had caused.

 

[Oleander Webb]

TAG: Eenia Vahn

He didn't move another moment, processing her response before his grip slowly slackened. So it was an attempt at a well-meaning gesture. He could understand that. Almost respect it, even. And to be entirely fair, she did raise good points regarding his complexion and temperature, both of which were things he often forgot about having grown up with them. For him, they were normal. For others, however, they were the tell tales of a corpse.

"It's fine," he said, hand moving back to support his weight on both his elbows. Grey eyes continued looking at the woman, for a moment wondering if he'd encountered her before. If he had, it hadn't been memorable enough to come to mind. "Thank you for, uh, checking," he hesitated, not quite certain if thanking her was really called for before doing so anyway with a mental shrug.

He could've left it at that. He could've waited for her to leave and lay back down to finish his nap. But the likelihood of returning to that very same dream was bleak. Instead, however, the Anzat's head tilted to the side, curiosity getting the best of him. "I don't think I've seen you here before. Do you frequent this garden area often?"