Lucian of Rhy'Din

[Kraikken]

He jugled the vase in his hands while dodging the thrusted spear butt from the house guard trying to keep the glass object from breaking and not getting the wind knocked out of him at the same time. The guardsmen let out a spitted growl of irritation as the younger lean man danced about his attempts to knock him down with minimal force.
It was an akward situation for the three guards that had spotted the young man, no older then his early twenties with a matt of messy hair that seemed to compliment the mischiefe he had found himself. Having done nothing to have harmed anyone, save climbing down the lords tapestries and kissing his wife, the man was unarmed forcing the guard to try and take the man alive. Cramped together in the narrow kitchen walkways the young man had managed to knock over several objects lining the wall but not a one had broken yet. He seemed to be mocking the ungainly armor and weapon of the guard by replacing all the objects as he moved between them and restrained each with something as simple as a table cloth plucked from a near prep table in the kitchens they had danced into.
With a hooted laugh and backward jump the young man tossed a pan of dough at the guardsmen that he had caught with the tip of his toe before climbing up an indoor decoration to a nearby window.
The Guardsmen untangled themselves from one another, one of them throwing a rolling pin at the youth who caught it with a deft hand and waved his other finger at the guard to their continued ire.
The only thing the boy had stolen was the House Ladies bodice cloth, which she had severly blushed at having it been loosed when recieving the young scoundrels kiss, which the thief had then wrapped about his waist as a red sash. His dark brown eyes shown brightly over a pleasent smile before bowing to the stunned kitchen staff and jumping out the window to the soft grass on the other side.
The alarm went up to the watch men on the parapets too only be silenced by the house Lord who waved them down with a slight chuckle as he watched the young man sprint for the short garden wall and vault over it with ease. His smile was wide under his mustache despite having the evening meal interrupted. He hadn't seen a good stunt like that for some time. One of the crossbow-men gestured to the direction the men had went but the lord just laughed and shook his head before saying, "Did you notice the tatoo on his face Mark?" The crossbow-men shook his head in a negative, his sour expression slowly being replaced with curiosity "Haha.. Rhy'Dinian pure blood if I've ever seen one. Haha! Well as pure as a Rhy'Dinian's blood can get anyways." The Crossbow-men, Mark as the Lord had called him shook his head while looking back out towards the garden wall.
"Thought they were extinct."
"Only thier nation. They are still out there. Haha, come Mark, I think its far time you got off the wall anyways tonight."

[Asema Uttamveer]

The boundaries of the castle walls killed her...

For years she had wandered throughout the plains of the world, scaling mountains, wandering, and now coming ‘home’ to familiar faces she felt suddenly bounded by chains and held to the rules of this place. It was uncomfortable and unnatural. She was a free spirit, but she stayed for her friend.

The woman stood not to far from where the ruckus went on, standing still on the edge of a river outside the walls of the castle, staring down at her fiery impression in the reflection of the still river. Her flaming crimson hair complimented her amber eyes, pupil-less and stunning. She had cloaked herself in something deep red, golden embroidery fixed across every edge of the robe with intricate patterns that could only be one of a kind.

She sighed. The sun was going to set soon. Boredom had set in before fatigue. Restlessly, one hand played with the other. Her thick, claw-like nails clicked against one another. Always did the long sleeves of the cloak cover her hands. Rarely would that large hood be about her soft looking hair. It was less binding, she thought.

A light thud caught her attention then. Her body straightened and turned to see a strange looking boy, about her own age, fall from the stonewall, mischief drowning his composure, playing in his eyes. She could practically feel it flowing off him, his desire for a thrill. He obviously was not from GoldenMyst. This, then, became her curiosity.

[Kraikken]

Lucian brushed his sleeves and loose fitted dublin off while aprising himself of any tears or damage that his clothing or person had sustained in his little revelry. Satisfied with his inspection he was about to sprint off when the woman inspecting him caught his attention. He gave her a wiry grin and wink before sprinting away with a several fingered wave.
At the distance they were from one another she would have seen his features more clearly then some of the men had inside, who were far more busy in trying to detain him then ascertain the mans race. Which, in fact, was quite a difficulty. His skin slightly tinged blue in the fading light and what could have been the square like reliefe of scales fading onto his back hand and neck. Surely he was of mixed blood, even the way he sprinted away was inhuman. Where as the human body almost moved mechanicly he moved with en elfine grace that could only be compaired, oddly enough, with an eels ease at moving itself in water.
So where was our little scoundrel running off to anyways?

[Asema Uttamveer]

Oh, he was very intriguing to her. Upon his wink and wave, something within her tinged, and she could only turn her head slowly while watching the boy dance off away from her. This wasn’t uncommon for most thieves, she knew, and would figure that he would slow his trek down once inside the bowls of the forest that lay within her view.
After he disappeared into the distance, the woman let out a warm breath, stepping her way onto the river that drifted slowly past her. Upon stepping, a red flaming substance arose from her feet, carrying her across the river elegantly. This took some concentration, but nothing was around to distract her from crossing the small length of the blue water, anyway. She was up on the plains of the valley in no time, heading toward the forest with a slow pace.

It’s not that she was much more human than him, only in appearance but never in spirit. Something told her that the boy that disappeared away from her would have known, if he wasn’t in such a rush, he would be able to note her…abnormalities in chi; the air she gave off being warmer and more powerful than the average human, or cross breed. Not to misunderstand, the girl was very purebred, but not the way one would imagine. Wasn’t that like everyone in the area?

When she finally came to a halt in her slow pace, it was by the outside wall of trees. Branches cracked under her final steps; leaves crinkled. A small, pleasant smile crossed her lips as she stared past the trees, entering the heavy brush soon after her observation. Now, would the boy be able to find his way to her?

[Kraikken]

Lucian jumped up into the tree line catching a limb with an outstretched hand, the bark crunching under his grip and tearing as he swung up to another level of the low canopy. It was a fluid motion that spoke of years practice as he walked along the branch to a higher vantage in the tree line to get an idea of his bearings.
The shimmer of the pond caught his eye and brought a grin as he dived back down into the glowing undercover of spruce and oak.
After several meters he came to a large tree with what appeared to be a large hole burned out by a lightning strike some years ago. Reaching into the hole he produced a satchel strong with a long thong of leather that he slung across his shoulder and chest before flipping over the cover and retrieving a small three pronged flute. After inspecting the item, and satisfied that it had not been damaged when left alone, he replaced it to the bag and continued the sprint through the trees.
It wasnt long till he came to the waters edge. The crip and clear waters only darkening were the eye could not clearly see through to the bottom.
He bent over and picked up a random rock on the ground and flung it into the pond only to have it be deflected by an invisible barrier only a few feet into the pond.
He grinned then and reproduced the flute from his satchel and brought it to his lips to produce a shrill note that scattered the birds in the immediate area. There was a moments pause, before the water rippled with the repeated note in a much lower bass.

[Asema Uttamveer]

For a long time the woman tread on near-silence through the lush forest the boy had escaped into. Eventually her acute sense of sight and hearing had dulled, for she hadn’t found him as five…ten minutes passed her by and she became bored of looking so intently to find someone that could have been gone forever. True, the boy had interested her, but finding that he was gone made no difference. If she were in the woods, then, she thought, she should at least explore.
Aside from the thickness of the woods, the softness of the wind brushing against the trees, rubbing branches together and birds singing songs to her, all was quite the same as any other forest she had ever journeyed to, or even worse. She had seen some beautiful things in her day. The forest she walked through just seemed…normal. Her eyes had fallen to the ground, to the green leaves and emerald bushes, brown twigs that cracked under her footsteps. Nothing was different.

Two tiny yellow birds swirled in and out of trees, one chasing the other. It was a game, as she saw it, and they tweeted playfully, weaving around with pure elegance and agility.

The woman smiled, and, to their tweeting, curled her lips and let a beautifully harmonized sound release. It echoed magically through the trees, a pleasant sound. The birds, within their flight, seemed instantly hypnotized, flying upon an outstretched hand that she had offered them. Both, leaning forward, let shrieks go of happiness, and she smiled.

Once more she whistled, letting the higher tone this time echo though the woods, a new game being played with the birds, but she was rewarded with the unpleasant, high shrieking sound that sent her friends, and any other bird in the area, scattering in the sky with fear. The loud noise hurt her ears, but soon it was followed by a much deeper noise. Curious by this sudden intrusion in her harmonizing and the peacefulness of the forest, the woman moved onward. The distracting noise didn’t sound too far from where she stood, and she would find it, so God help her.

[Kraikken]

Lucian grinned again, peering towards the waters middle before bringing the flute back to his lips and blew a few notes at various pitches that didnt seem to make any melody of any sort. The response took a few minutes, and this time it was not exact, and carried many more notes then Lucians second contact had. The waters rippled uneasily setting a physical emotion of aggitation to an abstract thought. His face went from confusion at first to calm understanding as he waited for the pond to finish before responding.
It was definately apparent that this was a language passed between them, a communion of notes passed by way of water. It was something many creatures of the deep deployed to communicate with their pod or to warn off their enemies. So it was reasonable to believe that the young man had found a way to communicate with whatever resided in the deeper middle of the pond.

[Asema Uttamveer]

These festinating sounds further intrigued the woman, and, with her eyes widening on the area of thick forest in front of her, she continued on. Her pace had quickened. No longer did she aim for some sort of gained elegance, showing a few of her true spots as a strong wanderer of sorts. Though, she did hold some sort of odd grace in the way she swiftly moved through the forest, as if one with it, not a separate being, no one was around to notice, and, not paying attention to such trivial matters, she could only focus on the noise she aimed to figure out.
The noises seemed to bellow out to her, and at her swift pace, she broke through the woods quickly, emerging with the cracking of twigs into the open land and pond that the boy stood peacefully at. Immediately slowing her pace and staring out with her flaming amber eyes, she watched him play his tunes in silence. She would stay a mere ten feet behind him in her bubble of quiet until he would notice her there, watching him like a curious child.