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[Leven Jeyd]

Location: Les Tempetes, Garde Noir, Illyria.
Equipment: Short axes.
Tagging: Xobos Yakieer ~ Cali Ziiva

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She was a creature of virtue and endless patience. There were none so full of tempered resilience and restful thoughts. She was as steady and tranquil as an ancient tree, roots running deep into dark, fertile soil and trunk climbing high into the immensity of the bright night sky, soothed by the soft current of the winds that brushed against its foliage. Yes, she was such an elevated and peaceful being. But now...

Now Leven Jeyd was about ready to murder a cartographer if the little weasel so much as chirped another word.

"Whao goo youkesa kohcha maee, Dobra meeto toe uowaiey bo phona don wa ukanasa an mopa da sokdhea don bo gahda..." Leven whispered to herself, talking fast in her native huttese while keeping the pace of a rabid maalraas ready to pounce on its prey, a few meters behind the bulk of the group: Xobos, the Princess, Captain Hin and that cursed excuse for a living being that she so desperately wanted to rid her beautiful province of. Leven was burning the end of her rope, and knowing these the changling swiftly moved towards her Master and the Zeltron, finding some degree of solace in the closeness of the pink princess.

But not enough to keep her from committing manslaughter in the next ten minutes if something didn't change soon. Her anger was so evident that it made the darkness around her boil, her usually empty and mischievous eyes were becoming cold and dangerous. She wasn't going to suffer this much longer without doing something that she would regr- no, she wouldn't regret it. Killing the little thing would be worth every second of punishment. Her gaze met Xobos' eye bandage, never losing the habit of looking the Miraluka 'in the eye' as though there was no irony in it at all. That gesture alone was the only active warning she gave, although her Master would have surely noticed the restlessness of the Jester a long time ago, she couldn't stand this any longer.

"This was supposed to be fun," Her voice carried her discontent, even with a tinge of offense as though she had been lied to. Exploring the new lands of Garde Noir had sounded like quite the adventure, and her curious nature would not have allowed her to skip on it. "I should have stayed in the library listening to that babbling old holocron rambling more nonsense about glowsticks." Irriated. Of course, Leven in fact did pay attention to her lessons but she had no use for that knowledge now and every reason to try and annoy anyone she could so that it would provide life-depending entertainment.

Of course, it was not her life that depended on it. The Cartographer's did.

 

[Cali Ziiva]

Cali wore a colorful hiking outfit befitting a cutey like her. Totally inappropriate attire if they'd been hunting, but they weren't hunting. Didn't seem to be any problem showing a little Zeltron color. A little pack of supplies strapped over both shoulders swayed gently as they went. Naturally there were a few sweets stored there. Exploring was hungry work! Also thirsty work. Really it was work, but it could be exciting. If nothing else it was different.

Jester, however, didn't seem inclined to settle for 'different.' Well, the trek could be fun... to certain people. Of course Cali knew Jester wasn't one of those. The Zeltron knew what was 'fun' in the Mischievous Cutey's world.

Smile securely on her lips, Cali turned to look over at the Errant Knight of Excitement. "This is fun. We're out here, together, not dealing with stuffy Nobles and their oh-so-cunning silver tongues where they try threatening you with plausible deniability. Like, there are no expectations out here." A beat. "Well, one expectation." The pink one drifted closer to lower her voice, "If we don't complete the survey this time, we'll have to come back." Hopefully that wasn't too subtle. Jester would probably get the hint.

But how could Cali possibly know with Jester having hung back? Oh, uh, probably because of the broiling black clouds that hung over the acrobatic woman. Zeltrons didn't need telepathy to know when someone was going to do something naughty. And by naughty Cali, of course, meant straight up murder.

"Think of it as... endurance training!" Cali grinned at her pronouncement. Physical endurance and mental or emotional endurance. How long could a hyperactive Jester manage to refrain from stabbing the Cartographer? Because if this guy set her off, there was no hope ever having Jester at a formal function at the Palace in the Capitol. Those Nobles would drive her insane in the first five minutes. Because they'd tested Jester's boundaries at the party before things even got started.

Tag: Xobos Yakieer | Leven Jeyd

 

[Xobos Yakieer]

Location: Les Tempetes, Garde Noire
Equipment: Illyria Knight Armor, Outer Robes, Knight Saberstaff, Miralukan Eye Mask
Time of day: Midday
Mentalstate: Breathing
Tags: | Leven Jeyd | Cali Ziiva |

“You know, these trees have been here for much longer than any civilization on Illyira. In fact, there’s a good chance that some of these even outdate some of the bigger buildings on Coruscant! Oh if only we had more time, then we could truly begin to start to understand the geological history of this entire region. Perhaps that would allow..” At some point, Xobos’ mind completely began to shut out the voice of the cartographer of the group. It was maybe not the best idea, as she did have to complete a check with him at the end of every night of what the group had found. Not truly listening to what he had to say through the day only served to make those meetings go longer, which meant less sleep for the Magnate, despite how much Cali might snuggle her and attempt to revitalize her. Less sleep led to a crankier Miraluka, which would inevitably lead to a longer trip for all. She wanted to help, to get this over much quicker.

It would help just so, so much if he wasn’t so karking annoying, or if he understood how to shut his mouth.

Xobos couldn’t be arsed in all honestly with the intricacies of the age of the trees in her new region. All she wanted to do was find a suitable place for a new hunting lodge that could perhaps be the beginnings of a new town, then create a map around it so that roads could be constructed to and from the place. Instead, they were focusing on details that didn’t seem to matter too much. Maybe they did, and this was all key to putting together maps. Xobos wouldn’t know, she didn’t have any knowledge in this. But she fully understood if she was frustrated and annoyed by this point, her apprentice must have been utterly fuming. Not that her master entirely blamed her afterall.

She could hear both Cali and Leven speaking near the back of the group, no doubt with the pink one attempting to satiate her apprentices’ feelings. It was good that she was doing so, but Xobos might have a better idea of how to do just that. “If you’ll excuse me for a moment, galinis, I need to attend to a little business in the back. Please, feel free to speak to my companion here with any notes. I’m sure he’ll be happy to converse with you about the..trees.” Practically pushing forward Hin, Xobos shot him an apologetic look before swiftly making her way to the back where Cali and Leven stood.

“Alright,” She started, speaking loud enough to gain both of their attention. “Perhaps it’s time we..sped things up a bit. And had some of our own fun.” Xobos reached into the pack slung over her shoulders, digging through it for a few moments. A look of confusion crossed her face, followed swiftly by one of relief. Pulling her hand out, it was revealed to be a small, metal box that the Miraluka handed to the changeling. “This is a transponder and geo-locator. Once it’s turned on, everything around it for five meters will be catalogued and sent back to a receiver. And I imagine..having you scout ahead, move swiftly, would be much more of a good use of our resources than having you follow behind complaining about the pace.”

The words were stern, yes, but the look on Xobos’ face was one much more of understanding, a tinge of playfulness. It would be more useful, yet that wasn’t exactly her goal here. They had droids that could do the exact same thing, and already did have two ahead of the group doing so. No, this was much more about helping out Leven a bit go make a bit of her own fun.

 

[Leven Jeyd]

Location: Les Tempetes, Garde Noir, Illyria.
Equipment: Short axes.
Tagging: Xobos Yakieer ~ Cali Ziiva

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If there was one blessing the Illyrian Gods had granted Garde Noir, besides the Jester's divine presence itself, it was Cali Ziiva.

In the court of Leven's mind there was no voice that held any authority but her own, so strong and final it had become impervious to influence and sometimes even reason. But the Pink Princess was special, and the changeling heeded her words with a grimace. That alone, while not very encouraging, was a tremendous display of care from the nefarious young girl - listening to Cali was important enough to pull her attention away from her true desires at the moment. That being the death of a cartographer.

Endurance training. A test of suffering imbeciles, it seemed. Leven could try to think of it as a game, make it more enticing. She could try, if only for the Zeltrons content... but then the voice of the cartographer made itself known once more and something cracked within the Jester. The pupils of her eyes became two thin slits that seemed to send a current of deadly electricity through the crystal gaze, and two sets of claws ripped through the ends of her fingers as she clenched her fists shut. Nope. No game would satisfy her right now unless it involved the pain of the blabbering slug of a man. This was the very last straw of her fickle patience.

When her Master spoke, Leven's head darted to her faster than an arrow. An attempt to get her attention away from the non-stop rambling that was taking place just a few meters behind them. Her hands itched to grab a hold of the axes that rested at her hips. But then Xobos produced something from a bag. It wasn't anything special, and it did not provoke any particular interest from the changeling. The words that accompanied it, however, did. The sharp white gaze moved from the mapping device towards the bandages that covered the Knight's eyes, then towards Cali and back again while a long, eerie smile stretched her lips.

Leven grabbed the device almost greedily, as though she was being handed a ticket out of the nether itself. If asked, she would have argued that the nether was bound to be a much more enjoyable experience than spending another second having to share the air with barely useful body that was currently plaguing them all. The impish little fiend then reached out through the Force, letting her own presence mingle around Cali and Xobos practically without realizing, sharing that twisted sense of happiness only Leven was capable of feeling.

"Of course, I'd be delighted to help."

Sarcasm. Perhaps Leven could have been moved to care about maps after a couple of long hours of self-debate, good for Garde Noir, and all those topics that strangely enough sometimes managed to garner her interest. Right now, she had no other motivation besides saving herself from the torture that was the cartographer - it was truly regrettable that she could not take the matter into her own hands.

But the maps are to be finished eventually, right? A visit could be in order then~

With no further ado, the changeling turned around and sprinted ahead. Even if Les Tempetes had nothing of interest hidden in its wilderness, watching the grass grow would have been preferred over remaining with the group and the repulsive scientist. But she had hunch. Something very special that resided deep within her stirred into life, guiding her steps as she moved through the forests. There was something here. She just didn't know what.

Yet.

 

[Cali Ziiva]

Cali blinked as she turned to regard the Miralukan cutey. If Jester hadn't been so upset, the Pink One would have tried 'saving' Xobos. Both women had clouds; the Cunning Mischief Maker's had just been darker, angrier, and much larger. Even a Zeltron could only be in one place at a time. Also trying to get Jester and closer to the Cartographer was practically begging for murder. Seemed like Xoxo managed to 'excuse' herself on her own anyway -- not like anyone could complain. Xobos was kind of a big deal.

Maybe too big of a deal. Cali totally got what Xobos was doing and normally she'd totally agree. It'd been the Zeltron that'd confessed to there being a shortcut to building lightsabers, after all. Because they were just technology. They weren't magic. Sure, finding a Kyber that resonated was a thing, but otherwise? Just electronics housed in a sturdy shell. Well, surveying wasn't magic either. Little surveying gardget could held especially with a mobile and feisty woman like Jester. Problem was... much as Cali loved Jester, the changeling was too feisty. Like the softest breath away from snapping. It was important to learn patience, discipline, and self-control.

No, no, not like a Jedi. Xobos would totally say it was Jedi training, but it totally wasn't. It was basic training. Like even smart Sith knew those skill -- they were the kind that became part of the Super Evil Council Club and ruled the galaxy or something.

Cali loved Jester, and only wanted the cutey to have the skills to do more than merely survive.

A smile graced the Pink One's lips though it wasn't one of giddy cheer. Well, today didn't seem like it'd be one where the Trouble Maker was going to learn how to deal with things you didn't like. She waved as Jester shot forward. "Don't poke any bears you don't have to," she played called after. Like Jester wouldn't poke them.

"That was...nice of you to do, Xoxo," Cali breathed. Her attention slowly swung back to the Miraluka. "Spared us something unfortunate, but you know Jester needs to learn restraint. Like, properly harnessing the anger instead of just letting it out. Like a reservoir holds water. I'm worried she might do something reckless around the nobles." Of course they'd never catch the changeling, but that didn't mean Jester would escape the consequences of her actions. Being barred from returning to Garde would be just as bad; or it could seriously mess up Xobos' position in the Court. Maybe Cali should try explaining The Game of Court to Jester. Probably wasn't the sort of game she liked though; it wasn't very... hands on.

Tag: Xobos Yakieer | Leven Jeyd

 

[Xobos Yakieer]

Location: Les Tempetes, Garde Noire
Equipment: Illyria Knight Armor, Outer Robes, Knight Saberstaff, Miralukan Eye Mask
Time of day: Midday
Mentalstate: Breathing
Tags: | Leven Jeyd | Cali Ziiva |

Xobos watched as the gremlin bounced away as fast as those legs could carry her, a small smile beginning to be planted on her lips, especially as the words from her zeltron graced her ears. Of course Leven would find the biggest and most mean bear in these woods and attempt to poke it as hard as she could. It would be a challenge to her, and one that she would readily accept after having been seemingly dragged on this mission for so long. At least that’s how Leven would view it, no doubt. In reality, it helped the group finish earlier, and it would also get the little troublemaker out of the group and keep her from slicing the throat of the map maker.

“I know that she really does, Cali..” Xobos sighed, slowly rising to her feet to turn toward the pink alien. Reaching out, she grasped the woman’s hand and started toward the front of the group once again. Her gaze turned from Cali for a moment, looking out toward the darkness of the forest. Little could be seen, truly, but an instinctual feeling from either XObos or Cali would tip them off to the Great Maalraas prowling alongside the group.

A nod toward the fleeing apprentice was all the information that the beast needed, taking off to follow along behind Leven on her journey forward. Sabatora would be there if they had any sort of trouble. For now, however, Xobos’ attention turned back to the pink cuties who’s hand she held, squeezing it tight. “She’s reckless. Dangerous at times, in the amount of recklessness that she shows. But also…I do trust she can understand when to and when not to let it out.” Did Xobos truly believe such a thing? Possibly, but there would always be a nagging feeling at the back of her mind.

She knew that no matter how it was truly broken down, or however her motivations could be figured out, at her very core, Leven was a manipulative creature. She liked being in control of any and all situations, being able to twist it to how she saw the galaxy. Patience would help with that, but…but maybe learning more patience would also enable such behavior. It was a tight rope to walk, but with Cali and Xobos by her side, perhaps Leven would find a way to use that manipulation to benefit them all, instead of throwing everything into disarray.

As the pair got the front of the group and everyone started up again, she turned back to the zeltron, pulling herself from the cloud of her thoughts. “Leven isn’t completely wrong; this has been dull. I didn’t think that trying to find a new place for us to really set up in this region would be such a chore. But..I do think that a hunting lodge like this is really going to bring people to this region. Which could also help grow Garde.” A soft laugh was pulled from the Magnate’s lips, followed by xobos pulling cali just a bit closer as they made their way through a particularly thick group of trees. “we’re doing the right thing here….right? Trying to grow the town this way, not just by bringing in a bunch of people or setting up ads all over the capital?” Another laugh, but one tinged with a bit more hesitation from Xobos’ end. It was obvious that this was all so new, that she was almost second guessing every other step.

 

[Leven Jeyd]

Location: Les Tempetes, Garde Noir, Illyria.
Equipment: Short axes.
Tagging: Xobos Yakieer ~ Cali Ziiva

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It was quite shocking how someone who was, at her core, capable of a terrible patience could still learn so much from it. She was capable of biding her time, biting her tongue, and keeping those mischievous claws hidden for as long as was necessary if she believed that served her goals. If it promised greater reward, then being patient was not beyond her. However, it was when a conflict of interest arose that the Jester's patience struggled. What could have, in that moment, managed to bring her more delight than being the cause of the cartographer's eternal silence? A map?

Of course, the fault in her logic was very easy to see for others. Leven only weighted rewards - never consequences. What was the point of fretting over something she believed herself perfectly invulnerable against?

As her swift feet carried her through the forest, the sound of nature only disturbed by the faint beeping of the mapping device, that ever present smirk that was etched onto her lips faded. There was stillness within her at the moment, no particular joy, nor imperative anger - and no need to masquerade around anyone. Xobos and Cali were the only two individuals who knew of the true nature of the changeling. The apathetic void that could only be moved to curiosity, satisfaction, or ire. Everything in between was nothing but a well crafted mask or a twisted approximation of the more complex feeling others had.

It was very rarely that her unmasked nature managed to surface in a state of relative peace. Right now, the reigning feeling was curiosity. Whatever could be this weird feeling that was calling her forward? What was the pesky Force up to today? Surely she could not be left out of any fun games...

Leven forced her legs to go even faster, as though she was running out of time to find whatever it was that she was looking for. She was moving so swiftly that even her usually soundless steps were now making the foliage of the forest crunch beneath the soles of her feet. The feeling did not grow stronger, as it usually did when the Force presented a game of Hot & Cold - but it was growing more irritating. And Leven was...easy to frustrate. Where was she going?

Then all of a sudden, it happened. As if she had unknowingly stepped through some sort of magical threshold, the trees ended abruptly and the tallest mountain she had yet seen on Garde Noir stood before her. How could she not have seen it before? Her eyes narrowed. It was not the rocky walls themselves the ones that irked her, it was what stood at their base.

A set of tall, dark doors staring down at her. Metal planks running across it, barring it from opening. Wailing statues and Illyrian charms laying at its sides as though they were meant to ward off whatever it was that laid inside. Without ever removing her gaze from the door, her hand extended behind her summoning a large, hare that had been peacefully grassing until it found itself in the Jester's grasp. She allowed the Force to wrap around the struggling creature until it imprisoned it's frantic, simple mind. Under her control, as all things should be. The mapping device was then attached to creature's back - and off she sent it into the forest to continue her task for her.

Leven had a door to open.

 

[Cali Ziiva]

A soft sigh escaped the Pink One's lips. She gave the Miralukan's hand a gentle squeeze. "I know, Xoxo, I trust her too. It's just she felt really on edge this time. Not the usual shiver down the back, but wishing I could throw myself in your arms." Cali replied softly so no one overheard. The Zeltron moved in slowly until she pressed herself up against her lover.

It wasn't that Cali ever feared Jester. Xoxo knew what it meant. It was the kind of fear a Zeltron felt when confronted with such directed, negative energy. It was antithetical to a Pink person's very existence. Literally. An evolutionary trait that explained why her kind was so amicable, personal, and outgoing -- none of them wanted to feel that themselves or around them. Of course Cali learned how to deal with it to an extent being offworld for so long; and had worked on it given her cutey's.... proclivities.

A warmer sigh followed Xobos pulling her in closer after they'd returned to the front of the group. Cali lay her head upon the other woman's shoulder with a smile. Such a nice feeling. Absolutely adorable.

"Of course," Cali replied quickly as she lifted her head to look at Xobos once more. "You can't market what you don't know, and just telling people to come without any reason won't get even a fraction of the same number. We got to give them a reason to come. A Hunting Lodge gives people somewhere to start their adventure from. Animals. Plants. Minerals. Lodging. Whatever they're looking for they'll know there are supply lines. Even hermits could use tools now and then."

"I'd offer to build a club out here, but," Cali giggled, "I don't think there'd be a lot of customers at first."

Tag: Xobos Yakieer | Leven Jeyd

 

[Xobos Yakieer]

Location: Les Tempetes, Garde Noire
Equipment: Illyria Knight Armor, Outer Robes, Knight Saberstaff, Miralukan Eye Mask
Time of day: Midday
Mentalstate: Breathing
Tags: | Leven Jeyd | Cali Ziiva |

The times that Cali made sure to press herself up against Xobos in a way that wasn’t..party related, or happiness related, much more in a comforting and needy way, the Miraluka made sure to keep her close. There weren’t many of those moments, but when they did happen, there wasn’t much in the galaxy that could separate the pair. Those powers did not exist on Illyira, and honestly, Xobos hadn’t found any so far and she was quite happy at that fact.

Even as Cali lifted her head off the Magnate’s shoulder to speak about the likelihood of their little endeavor succeeding, Xobos sought to bring her close again. She nodded throughout the pink’s answer, allowing her own face to twist lightly into one of thought as she pondered on the answer. “If we want the place to be a..hub, of sorts, then perhaps a quick addition would be also adding a store of some kind. That way these adventurers could stop at the new town on their way out.” It was all in flux, as the supplies to actually build the lodge hadn’t even been ordered yet. Any additions that they wanted to include could still be done, hopefully without adding too much time as well.

“Ma’am! You might want to look at this!!” it was the cartographer, calling out to both Xobos and cali from just slightly ahead. Xobos gave him a nod, before looking back to Cali. If she had any eyes to roll, well, the zeltron could consider them quite rolled. “Probably just another animal carcass…it would be the third one this morning.” Smirking, xobos gave Cali’s a squeeze of the hand then headed to where the quite excitable man had once again diverted their attention.

This time, however, it seemed as though they might’ve found exactly what they had spent so long looking for. Cresting over the field, there was seemingly a massive circle of open land set within the trees. Far off, the sun glistened on what looked to be a slowly flowing river, running along the edge of the circle. The rest of the circle was filled in with barely ankle high, green grass dotted with pink and yellow flowers. Xobos slowly reached down to where a pink flower grew near her foot, kneeling to retrieve it, then placed it right behind Cali’s ear. “A proper crown for a princess.” She smiled wide, looking back to the field with a soft sigh. “I think…this might be it.”

 

[Leven Jeyd]

Location: Les Tempetes, Garde Noir, Illyria.
Equipment: Short axes.
Tagging: Xobos Yakieer ~ Cali Ziiva

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The stark white gaze of the changeling stared off against the daunting doors. Who knew for how long they had remained unopened? Could anyone guess what secrets laid behind them? Why they had been locked away? Curiosity was a powerful thing, it was also a dangerous one - but Leven did not care. A question had been birthed in the dark corners of her mind, and the Jester would now demand an answer.

A decision had been made, and there was a determination to the young changeling that no other force on this galaxy could rival. One that could simply not comprehend any other alternative to the desired end: opening these doors. Pale hands that seemed so small when compared to the metal planks that had been bolted down against the rock. Leven Jeyd possessed a strength that could be quite deceptive for someone her build and size, the perks of being the most sublime of creatures, but as her muscles coiled and the tension of effort took over her body, Leven began realizing that her own strength would not suffice.

A growl-like sound came from her throat, eyes narrowing in irritation. Those negative feelings, that all tied down into a primal hatred that resided deep within the apathetic Jester, fed the darkness that oozed from her. Soon the Force around the young changeling began twisting too, corroded by the obscure feeling that came so easily to the little fiend. It flowed through her, and suddenly the claws in her hands were digging into hard metal - before ripping it away and tossing it aside.

Her chest heaved, this task would require a bit more effort than she had anticipated - but she was not about to be defeated by a door. Not even the universe would be allowed the audacity of denying her. By the time the last plank was removed, a mixture of anger and excitement was bubbling within her. Both of her palms were pressed against the now exposed carved door, and in one final moment of seething and concentration - the Jester summoned the Force to her for one final blast of power against this daunting barrier. She pushed...

...and the doors flew wide open until they crashed against the rocky walls within.

Leven fell to her knees, exhausted, but that would not stop her from immediately creeping forward to look at her discovery. Depleted, she knew there would be no more commanding the Force to do her bidding, at least for a while, but luckily that was not the only trick she had access to. The place looked like a once-palace, carving running up mighty columns and details etched into beautiful stone. A long bridge stood before her, or what was left of it - for just a few meters past the gate the stone broke away into a pitch-black abyss keeping her from reaching the other side. "What have we here?"

Her initial thought was to cross the gap left by the broken bridge and walk further into what seemed to be the main floor level of a maze - but the fun stuff was never found in the easy places. That gut feeling was still there, and as a smirk stretched her lips, the changeling stepped forward, letting herself free fall into the nothingness.

 

[Cali Ziiva]

Cali smiled at Xobos' thoughtful idea. "Sounds delightful." A store. Made sense, right? Everyone needed supplies. Like a... trading post! Never know, someone might find some resources that could be harvested for an equitable fee. Discovery award or licensing rights. Something along those lines. Not to mention a place for people to hang out, chat, make sure everything was going well in the region.

And, of course, somewhere that might serve as a stopping point for the train station. Sure it'd take time to build -- the entire thing would take time all across the planet -- but you had to have somewhere in mind before you could even begin.

A quick blink later with the Cartographer calling out, and the Pink Zeltron's bright eyes turned forward. Almost immediately thereafter her pink fluff shifted a bit as her head tipped a bit. Poor Xobos seemed at ends with the guy like Jester had been -- though less violently disposed. "Oh that'd be a shame," Cali replied as they started off, hand in hand, "unless it was a dragon! Course that'd be a shame too, but for other reasons." Who liked seeing random corpses? Then again, who wanted to live next to a dragon den? See, two different shames.

Fortunately, turned out the guy had found an adorable field. Like surprisingly positioned for a general store/trading post kind of thing. Could definitely start a settlement here. Even had a river flowing through it. Not that the Miraluka mentioned any of that. Oh, no, the cutey was busy collecting a pink flow and nestling it about the Zeltron's ear.

The Pink One's lips pressed together as she look at Xobos. A little dark hue surfaced over her soft cheeks. Such a romantic.

Cali wrapped her arm about her love's as they looked over the field. "It'll be great, Xoxo. The start of your first town. Maybe we could even build a little cabin nearby to escape all the nosy people." Nobles were very nosy. And noisy. And bothersome. And needy. Time away from them was all spent -- like today!

"Think I should run through the flowers, pull you down into my arms, and we just stare up at the sky? Or you think that'd be too awkward with the others standing there unsure what to do with themselves?" Cali giggled.

Tag: Xobos Yakieer | Leven Jeyd

 

[Xobos Yakieer]

Location: Les Tempetes, Garde Noire
Equipment: Illyria Knight Armor, Outer Robes, Knight Saberstaff, Miralukan Eye Mask
Time of day: Midday
Mentalstate: Breathing
Tags: | Leven Jeyd | Cali Ziiva |

“A cabin?” The Magnate’s eyes…or where her eyes would’ve been, met with the seemingly never blinking ones or her partner. There was a mischievous twinkle hidden deeply in those eyes, one that never seemed to cease. That little cabin would almost certainly be decorated to the nines, with plenty of outfits stuffed into whatever small closets might come with building such a structure. The idea, honestly, seemed like a perfect little getaway spot for both her and Cali, and perhaps for the little gremlin that was her apprentice as well. Some place that nobody could find them, away from the distractions that came with everything on the Mangate’s plate. Maybe the pair could stay out here an extra few hours behind everyone else, and find the perfect place for this cabin.

A wide smile began to break through Xobos’ features, her arm pulling the woman closer as she did so. “A place of escape? For just us? I thought we called that the bedroom back at the castle.” She flashed Cali a cheeky grin, the Miraluka’s gaze then turned out to the field. “I can most certainly imagine finding a spot out here to make a small cabin. A fenced in area, plenty of firewood, and maybe even a nice fireplace to snuggle by. I think I even know a local architect that would enjoy designing such a place.” Xobos’ hand released Cali’s shoulder to quickly slide down, pinching the cuties side playfully. Of course, putting the design into Cali’s hands might turn the simple cabin into something more extravagant. That wasn’t too much of a bother.

As for the cutie’s second question, it was true that them frolicking through the flowers would most certainly not be too becoming of a magnate. That was, however, assuming that Xobos didn’t already have a way in mind to distract the rest of the group. Without responding to the Zeltron, she turned to the cartographer, motioning to the tree line encircling the open area. “Why don’t you take a walk, try and find out just how big this area is, and see if it has any extra surprises it wants to give us? Feel free to gather as much data as you like.” It was the last sentence that truly sent the man giddily forward on his mission. The rest of the group seemed to groan collectively as a group, with Hin looking back just long enough to seemingly understand why Xobos was sending them off before walking off himself.

Once they had disappeared out of sight, Xobos’ attention was firmly back on the cutie, a sly grin peaking at the edge of her features. “Now, about that flower run..”