Nalin
Ashan 2nd of 718
"Common", "Common Sign", "Scalveen"
The accursed snow of last season was still falling. Nalin was just sick of the stuff, even if it helped him keep cool throughout the journey to Scalvtown. He had taken Lav, and what coin he had along with anything he thought would help with the journey, the trial after he'd met Lavana. He was getting worse, he had to get himself looked at. He remembered that this, Faith, was a really good healer and he needed to find her, not only for him, but for his sister, to see what she could do for either of them. Even if she couldn't do anything for him, he hoped that she could do something for his sister.
But the snow had delayed their journey quite a bit, having found a trading caravan, he managed to talk to the lead of the caravan and with the promise of his help, and his sister's good butchering and okay cooking skills, they were able to slip in without having to pay a single nel. It was a great stroke of luck, or so he'd thought. Throughout the entire trip, Nalin had felt like his shoulder and chest had been set ablaze, and not only that, the dangerous weather made the already slow caravan even slower.
Nalin had been ready to pull his silky, pearl colored hair out from the roots, at the realization that the season had turned, though the snow didn't seem to know that. Lavender's cute, yet grumpy ways hadn't helped him either. It had made him wish that they were at home, alone, and in their bed all the more. His lazulite blue's stared at his sister, smiling at some joke that someone was trying to tell her. Rage filling his heart as his memory of a few nights before they had left.
One of his customers had told him of a man, though it was rumor, that sounded like their father. Not only that, Lavender's name was specifically used. His heart had sank so deep, he hadn't remembered the rest of the night. The only thing he did know, he hadn't talked to Lavender about it yet. She couldn't know, not yet, not his Little Flower. No, memories of that man would not be brought on by his worries. They would go about their business in Scalv-Town, and then they would get out of there.
Maybe he would see if he could find Enrick, or maybe someone that didn't know either of them that could protect her. He would make himself bankrupt and run himself ragged to keep that crazed lunatic away from Lavender.
"..alvtown..."
Nalin blinked as he looked around, his face getting smacked full of the Cylus-filled Ashan air. He blinked, trying to see past some pesky snowflakes that stuck to his long feminine lashes. There it was, just ahead of them, a town. Thank Xiur! They made it! The tall, lean man seemed to visibly relax as he looked down again. He was sitting by the driver of one of the carts, there to just hold the reins when need be.
"Ye alroit mate?" The driver he'd come to know as Sam asked.
"Yeah... Just fine. Glad, finally here." He looked up and gave a small smile to the man who seemed to blush a bit.
"Ah.. just checkin' 'eard ye be sick n' all. Just wanna make sure is all." The blushing man turned his attention back to the road.
Nalin smiled a bit more before looking back down so that there wasn't so much snow sticking to his face. Gusts of wind making his silken strands of hair almost blend in with the scenery of the background.
He looked behind him, catchin Lavender's dead ember eyes. He smiled and she signed excitedly at him. "We're here brother dearest! We can find the healer now! She can treat you!"
Nalin chuckled and shook his head signing back. "I just hope I can finally hear what your voice sounds like!"
Lavender blushed brightly and looked down at her hands, which she'd shoved into her lap again. Nalin laughed, his eyes linger just a moment too long before looking back forwards.
After just a bit longer they were within city bounds. The caravan paused to let them off and to grab their stuff before they separated ways. Nalin looked around while putting an arm around his sisters shoulder. They were quite the pair, pure visions black an white. Her in her black dress and coat, him in his white clothing and black leather jacket. Their pale skin and hair. They almost seemed like a warning that the chill wasn't to end till later this season.
Just then, without warning, Nalin's legs buckled beneath him and he fell into a stranger. Even in this cold he was sweating. He'd almost brought his sister with him but his arm had loosened. She rushed to his side but backed off a bit realizing someone had caught him. She gulped and signed at Nalin vigorously. Nalin didn't see though. He panted a bit and then stood up, looking at the man who had graciously caught him.
"My.. apologies... " He smiled weakly, "Been fighting... illness.. Thanks... for help.." His breath made large clouds in the air between him and the man. "Must.. find.. Faith.. the healer... for me.. for sister.' He pointed to Lavender who had stopped moving her hands. Groaning a bit he put a hand to his shoulder and hissed, the pain marring his slender, and feminine face.
But the snow had delayed their journey quite a bit, having found a trading caravan, he managed to talk to the lead of the caravan and with the promise of his help, and his sister's good butchering and okay cooking skills, they were able to slip in without having to pay a single nel. It was a great stroke of luck, or so he'd thought. Throughout the entire trip, Nalin had felt like his shoulder and chest had been set ablaze, and not only that, the dangerous weather made the already slow caravan even slower.
Nalin had been ready to pull his silky, pearl colored hair out from the roots, at the realization that the season had turned, though the snow didn't seem to know that. Lavender's cute, yet grumpy ways hadn't helped him either. It had made him wish that they were at home, alone, and in their bed all the more. His lazulite blue's stared at his sister, smiling at some joke that someone was trying to tell her. Rage filling his heart as his memory of a few nights before they had left.
One of his customers had told him of a man, though it was rumor, that sounded like their father. Not only that, Lavender's name was specifically used. His heart had sank so deep, he hadn't remembered the rest of the night. The only thing he did know, he hadn't talked to Lavender about it yet. She couldn't know, not yet, not his Little Flower. No, memories of that man would not be brought on by his worries. They would go about their business in Scalv-Town, and then they would get out of there.
Maybe he would see if he could find Enrick, or maybe someone that didn't know either of them that could protect her. He would make himself bankrupt and run himself ragged to keep that crazed lunatic away from Lavender.
"..alvtown..."
Nalin blinked as he looked around, his face getting smacked full of the Cylus-filled Ashan air. He blinked, trying to see past some pesky snowflakes that stuck to his long feminine lashes. There it was, just ahead of them, a town. Thank Xiur! They made it! The tall, lean man seemed to visibly relax as he looked down again. He was sitting by the driver of one of the carts, there to just hold the reins when need be.
"Ye alroit mate?" The driver he'd come to know as Sam asked.
"Yeah... Just fine. Glad, finally here." He looked up and gave a small smile to the man who seemed to blush a bit.
"Ah.. just checkin' 'eard ye be sick n' all. Just wanna make sure is all." The blushing man turned his attention back to the road.
Nalin smiled a bit more before looking back down so that there wasn't so much snow sticking to his face. Gusts of wind making his silken strands of hair almost blend in with the scenery of the background.
He looked behind him, catchin Lavender's dead ember eyes. He smiled and she signed excitedly at him. "We're here brother dearest! We can find the healer now! She can treat you!"
Nalin chuckled and shook his head signing back. "I just hope I can finally hear what your voice sounds like!"
Lavender blushed brightly and looked down at her hands, which she'd shoved into her lap again. Nalin laughed, his eyes linger just a moment too long before looking back forwards.
After just a bit longer they were within city bounds. The caravan paused to let them off and to grab their stuff before they separated ways. Nalin looked around while putting an arm around his sisters shoulder. They were quite the pair, pure visions black an white. Her in her black dress and coat, him in his white clothing and black leather jacket. Their pale skin and hair. They almost seemed like a warning that the chill wasn't to end till later this season.
Just then, without warning, Nalin's legs buckled beneath him and he fell into a stranger. Even in this cold he was sweating. He'd almost brought his sister with him but his arm had loosened. She rushed to his side but backed off a bit realizing someone had caught him. She gulped and signed at Nalin vigorously. Nalin didn't see though. He panted a bit and then stood up, looking at the man who had graciously caught him.
"My.. apologies... " He smiled weakly, "Been fighting... illness.. Thanks... for help.." His breath made large clouds in the air between him and the man. "Must.. find.. Faith.. the healer... for me.. for sister.' He pointed to Lavender who had stopped moving her hands. Groaning a bit he put a hand to his shoulder and hissed, the pain marring his slender, and feminine face.
