[H] [Closed - Kieran] In Need of a Gemstone, or Ten

[Klaiun'Lysilien]

Kieran

Lysilien shouldn't be out of the Hollow alone. You know that. I know that. He knew that. Yet there he was. Out in the forest. Wandering about. Scouring for materials. The boy had only been in the little mages' town for a few month, and though his store had made quite a presence, he hadn't. Sil put his long-term plans ahead of any social interaction. The most anyone would know him as would be a shopkeep; nothing near a friend. With no companions and a store to run, Sil had no choice but to venture out to gather materials on his own. He needed a variety of things--so many things. Literally any gemstone would help him, and a bountiful supply of them would do him worlds of good. He needed the stones to enchant things, so he couldn't quite run a business yet. If he went home without a single stone capable of channeling spells into materials, the would be a failure no matter what else he came across. Apart from gems, Lysilien of course needed some more things: glowing mushrooms, faerie fire, river water, and falcon feathers were all on his list. It wouldn't hurt to gather some Dorcha wood, either--not that he could do anything with it quite yet.

The elf was only walking deeper and deeper into the forest, not technically sure what he was looking for. Ugh, he hated being so inexperienced. Just one more thing to confirm that he was still a child. A damned infant by the standards of his race. Along with Lysilien's lack of specific knowledge about what materials he needed was just as much ignorance about the nature of hostile creatures out here. He was ready to throw an energy ball at the slightest movement, not that he knew how effective his basic spells would be on an opponent. The only thing more he had in the way of offense was a newly bought dagger. Other than that he containers for the materials he hoped to find in his bag. It wouldn't take anyone too long to realize how inexperienced Sil was.

[Kieran]

ask not the sparrow how the eagle soars

The forest was a comfortable place indeed. Partially hidden by the mist, Kieran slipped into a more comfortable form, clothes melding with skin, dense fur covering the human form which stretched and contracted with several cracking noises into the shape of a powerful dire wolf. Long dense brown fur covered the muscular shape, and startling green eyes peered out from an angular face. Shaking his fur as if to rid himself of an annoying insect, Kieran weaved through a dense expanse of trees, carefully avoiding the glowy plants. Hold on. Wolf-Kieran's nose picked up on a scent. What was a mage doing here - he sniffed again - alone? Furry ears pricked up as Kieran trotted towards the source. He was a ranger and a hunter, it was his duty to make sure no one did anything stupid. Ah. There he was. The faerie let out a little growl as he approached, tail and head held high, though otherwise he made no move to attack. He opened his mouth as if to speak, though the Failloir only emitted a bark that the other could not possibly understand. Riiiight. With a sigh, or as the other saw, a loud exhale, Kieran simply shifted back. The rather disconcerting popping sounds, and then Kieran stood before the mage, green eyes narrowed though curious, his clothes fully in place except for the curious ripped sleeve of his otherwise fine shirt. "Gathering alone?" His voice was curiously light and non-threatening, though those eyes seemed to say differently. He leaned his weight on one leg and crossed his arms. Clearly, this Failloir wasn't going to budge. Apparently, he had also taken it upon himself to guard this man for the time being.

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[Klaiun'Lysilien]

A wolf? Sil had barely gone anywhere yet, why the hell was he already encountering a wolf? A ball of electricity was summoned to his hand just as the creature started to morph. Of course it was a mage. Why wouldn't it be a mage? Who knew what kinds of abilities the motley assembly of Dorcha Hollow had? Damned shapeshifters. Lysilien was already in the woods alone, he did not need people playing with him. The lightningball was extinguished and Lysilien stood upright again, sending a miffed look at the shapeshifter. The spell could be cast again with no issue, and Sil was ready for combat; this could still be a monster, after all.

"Hunting alone?" So what if the elf was unaccompanied? Mages had lots of powers at their disposal, and no one knew what he might be able to do? Of course, the most he could do was throw a couple energy balls, but the shifter didn't know that. How could he know that Sil was really only skilled in crafting. It's not like the elf ran a store in town or anything. Lysilien's large pupils flicked between the wolfman and the surrounding trees and rocks. He was still on a mission and didn't fancy wasting his time. Nonetheless, the man seemed anything but skittish; his eyes scoured the ground with unnerving patience.

Ooh! A fist-sized stone with a noticeably orange hue caught Lysilien's attention. Amber! What luck! Sil paused in his intent to go pick it out of the bundle of other rocks, his gaze darting back to his company. He really shouldn't be so careless. Half-facing the man, Sil raised his hand and muttered a quick incantation. The amber flew from its place on the ground to be smoothly caught by Lysilien. This should be useful for some enchanting down the road, but not worth ignoring a possible hostile.

[Kieran]

ask not the sparrow how the eagle soars

His scent was tinged with sour, causing Kieran to narrow his eyes ever so slightly. The elf definitely looked ready for combat, but this time combat was not exactly the first thing on Kieran's mind. He met the elf's miffed look with his own expressionless gaze, blinking slowly. "Patrolling." He followed the elf's gaze. What patience. "It's not very safe to be out here alone," Kieran pointed out bluntly. He spoke in an even, measured tone, though his speech had a strange undertone suggesting that this man was not quite human. "Especially if you're not much of a fighter." He couldn't help but note the man's caution, and then again Kieran couldn't quite blame the man. "Just a patrolling ranger. I'm not going to kill you."

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[Klaiun'Lysilien]

There were a few moments of silence while Lysilien considered the conversation, pretending to be focusing on the gemstone. Who said he was alone? Well, of course he was; there was no one around and the 'ranger' more than likely had better senses than an elf. Sil's eyes might be better than the average creature's, but that's not how you necessarily sense another's presence. Who said the shapeshifter would be able to kill Lysilien? Who had even said anything about killing? Lysilien knew he would be no match for someone who could change form into something probably much more ferocious--unless he had a severe weakness to electricity or fire (doubtful). But there was no way for the ranger to know the extent of the crafter's abilities. No indisputable proof was present.

Finally, the amber was stuffed into Sil's satchel. "You almost sound as if you want to join me, shapeshifter." Lysilien may be wary, but he was also in need of help in such dangerous woods. How could the company of one possessing offensive abilities hurt? It was also one of those social opportunities Sil didn't put much of his time into. I suppose that made it a little more worth it, too. The elf's probing eyes rested expectantly on the man in front of him. Any tenseness had been removed, leaving his posture perfect and elegant. It was easy to tell his race with such graceful qualities.

[Kieran]

ask not the sparrow how the eagle soars

The moment of silence allowed Kieran to study the other. The elf didn't look much of a fighter, just very...elvish. He looked vaguely familiar. The man wracked his mind. The ranger didn't interact too often, at least not until recently. Hm...ah wait! This guy ran a shop, didn't he? The next question took Kieran for surprise, and not many things took the Failloir for surprise. "And if I do?" The faerie wouldn't take no for an answer, that was one. Not too many were in the forest at this time, so it wasn't as if he had much to do. "Also, would you not call me 'shapeshifter'?"  Well, it wasn't as if he wasn't a shapeshifter. But really... "I'm a Failloir." Heck if anyone knew of them. Not many did, because most of them were dead."The name's Kieran, anyway." Kieran was certainly being talkative today. Normally, he wouldn't speak as much, but the sight of someone not quite human was quite refreshing. Sure, he had seen plenty of animals, but he could never talk to animals. As in hold a proper conversation. This time? This could be fun.

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[Klaiun'Lysilien]

Dark lines inched their way onto Lysilien's face as his eyes narrowed. The elegant curves accentuated not only his expression, but the sharp structure of his face in general. The pause in their conversation was much shorter this time as Sil made a final decision about the company of this Failloir. "You are a shapeshifter, are you not? I had no other title for you before now... Kieran." The elf had to restrain his disdain; is he was perceived as disliking the man in front of them, their exploration of these woods wasn't likely to go well. Still, the use of a name implied a familiarity they did not have. Lysilien started walking, passing by Kieran in a very apathetic way. "Come if you wish." He very pointedly did not offer a name. He would be comfortable being called elf or--if the shapeshifter knew of his enchanting services--enchanter. If his store was well known enough, his name might already be known as well. It was called 'Lysilien's Wares' for a reason.