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westwhere2021-10-09 04:46 pm
bearshermark) wrote in westwhere2021-10-09 04:46 pm
We'll light up the sky [open]
WHO: Eleven & OPEN
WHEN: After dragon shenanigans to mid-month-ish?
WHERE: Taravast's gardens, artisanal district, canals
WHAT: A catch-all?
WARNINGS: None so far, will update if needed
1. garden magic (late morning)
His spirit was no longer a fragile, shattered wisp so weak he barely felt it even when he sought it. Now, soothed and nurtured over the course of two months, it sat warmly in his chest, resonant with the light of the sun and the breath of life in the grass and leaves around him. The next step was as simple as it was taxing: regaining strength much like a weakened limb. Meditation was no longer enough.
Eleven shifted up to his knees and folded his hands together in an echo of prayer. Slowly, a band of runic light circled into being- at first close to his body, then gradually expanding outward. His brows furrowed, hands clasping tighter in concentration as sweat beaded his brow and the flicker of holy energy wavered, then blinked out.
He breathed a hard exhale, settling back down in a daze. Eyes slotting open, unfocused until movement snapped his awareness to his more immediate surroundings, onto someone he hoped hadn't been there before (or for too long)- but then, his eyes had been closed since he'd begun to meditate some hour or so ago.
He blinked, a sheepish smile spreading over his face. "Ah, good morning.."
2. forging (late afternoon)
[With a handful of tasks to get through and a decent amount of coin to manage it with, Eleven manages to broker a deal to rent the forge for a span of hours a day. Most of it in extra work, but it's wonderful, simple, honest work and in another time, another dimension, it could have been the beginning and end of his worldly concerns.
In the present moment, dressed down in a blacksmith's practical wear, thoughts of politics and the undead take a backseat to the heat of the forge and the shape of molten metal beneath his hands.
Given that this isn't his forge however, he blinks to attention whenever he catches the shape of someone hovering nearby. With his hair tied back and soot stuck to his face, Eleven spares a thought to wonder if he'd even be readily recognizable if anyone from court were to spot him. Concerns and a thread of backstory to think about weaving later. For now-]
Can I help you?
3. ferrying (early-mid evening)
As the sun set and the sky darkened, Eleven donned his half-mask and the familiar comfort of his coat for a quiet evening on the water.
He drifted down the canals, a practiced hand now with near-silent strokes of the oar and ripples of a gentle wind left in the gondola's wake. Something that felt near-to an artform, and a point of quiet, insignificant pride as he slowed up to a spot at the bank where he'd made out the silhouette of someone waiting.
Eleven called out with a friendly voice and a smile lit by the edge of light from the single lantern hung from the prow.
"Where would you like to go?"
4. wildcard
[ooc: anything we've spoken about before, or otherwise adjacent to these prompts that you think might work better is fine! hit me up if you'd like to thread something else! also happy to match formatting]
WHEN: After dragon shenanigans to mid-month-ish?
WHERE: Taravast's gardens, artisanal district, canals
WHAT: A catch-all?
WARNINGS: None so far, will update if needed
1. garden magic (late morning)
His spirit was no longer a fragile, shattered wisp so weak he barely felt it even when he sought it. Now, soothed and nurtured over the course of two months, it sat warmly in his chest, resonant with the light of the sun and the breath of life in the grass and leaves around him. The next step was as simple as it was taxing: regaining strength much like a weakened limb. Meditation was no longer enough.
Eleven shifted up to his knees and folded his hands together in an echo of prayer. Slowly, a band of runic light circled into being- at first close to his body, then gradually expanding outward. His brows furrowed, hands clasping tighter in concentration as sweat beaded his brow and the flicker of holy energy wavered, then blinked out.
He breathed a hard exhale, settling back down in a daze. Eyes slotting open, unfocused until movement snapped his awareness to his more immediate surroundings, onto someone he hoped hadn't been there before (or for too long)- but then, his eyes had been closed since he'd begun to meditate some hour or so ago.
He blinked, a sheepish smile spreading over his face. "Ah, good morning.."
2. forging (late afternoon)
[With a handful of tasks to get through and a decent amount of coin to manage it with, Eleven manages to broker a deal to rent the forge for a span of hours a day. Most of it in extra work, but it's wonderful, simple, honest work and in another time, another dimension, it could have been the beginning and end of his worldly concerns.
In the present moment, dressed down in a blacksmith's practical wear, thoughts of politics and the undead take a backseat to the heat of the forge and the shape of molten metal beneath his hands.
Given that this isn't his forge however, he blinks to attention whenever he catches the shape of someone hovering nearby. With his hair tied back and soot stuck to his face, Eleven spares a thought to wonder if he'd even be readily recognizable if anyone from court were to spot him. Concerns and a thread of backstory to think about weaving later. For now-]
Can I help you?
3. ferrying (early-mid evening)
As the sun set and the sky darkened, Eleven donned his half-mask and the familiar comfort of his coat for a quiet evening on the water.
He drifted down the canals, a practiced hand now with near-silent strokes of the oar and ripples of a gentle wind left in the gondola's wake. Something that felt near-to an artform, and a point of quiet, insignificant pride as he slowed up to a spot at the bank where he'd made out the silhouette of someone waiting.
Eleven called out with a friendly voice and a smile lit by the edge of light from the single lantern hung from the prow.
"Where would you like to go?"
4. wildcard
[ooc: anything we've spoken about before, or otherwise adjacent to these prompts that you think might work better is fine! hit me up if you'd like to thread something else! also happy to match formatting]
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"And of course you won't be a bother- rather a pleasant surprise each time I catch sight of you."
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"I already told you - it's selfish, entirely," she said dryly, barely able to conceal the grin fighting to spread across her face.
"So tell me," Lily began, eager to steer the topic away from his flattery and back to safety where she wasn't at risk of turning colors. "Have you run across any of the local forgers while down here? You're going to start to get a reputation as a man about town. Gondolas, forges–" Her eyebrows rose amusedly as she added– "alcoves."
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"I'm not that noticeable, I think." It was sheer ridiculousness to wear a mask while forging of course, but he worked with a partial one in the evening on the river, and his clothes certainly changed. "There's a lot more interesting people and rumors to chase than me and mine. Anyway, it's on this side of town mostly, so it should be."
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"I don't know El, you're pretty interesting. I've barely spent fifteen minutes here and I'm quite invested."
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"We were already friends," Eleven reminded her fondly, "After some months. There's plenty more interesting than a ferryman and blacksmith to most everyone here, I imagine. ..Not to say I don't appreciate your attention, of course."
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"Well," Lily smiled at him and shrugged a shoulder. "You have it. Don't be surprised when I pick up forging."
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Eleven hummed lingering amusement. "You aren't going to pick up much more than the process from watching. Like horse-riding, it's more demonstration and practice than observation but if you find yourself interested.."
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"I'm interested but I fear my hair's too long to do this and look nearly as endearing as you do." Righting herself in her chair Lily chuckled again before she gave him an earnest nod. "I would love to look on and have you teach me about it, in all seriousness."
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"I guess I can talk you through what I'm doing if you want, then. ..Or ask, if I get too involved and forget. I don't mind."
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Though she might have jumped in with both feet on her own, or with anybody else - she wanted an excuse to listen to him talk about something he liked doing more than she wanted to try her hand at forging.
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"All right. I'm sure I'll have some scrap material left you can work with when you'd like to try."
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"For all the papers you so clearly have scattered about you at all times."
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"I study sometimes," he defended with a smile. Admittedly, he didn't so much as he used to, now.
"A paperweight will yet find some use. I can look at it and think of your efforts."
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