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16a, ¤Keldon Dwynne: No there was nothing like that. I love my father and understand his desire for a legacy. But that doesn't mean I have to partake in it. I was never much of a politician. I enjoy knowledge, but if I'm going to use a weapon its going to be one you can see and feel. I was always the more athletic brother anyways. So why be bored doing with words what I could enjoy doing with action? *Chuckles some* Besides, after being forced to learn how to dance and being disgusted with myself for being passable at it, I figured that was not the life for me.
d01, ¤Loren Ranji: If only they were more like you, eh? *She sighed again, albeit it sounded more hopeful now as opposed to before when it carried a note of despair. Loren leaned her weight into the edge of the table and began to drink from her cup again, lapsing into comfortable silence and enjoying the atmosphere of the place. When she next spoke again, she extended her index finger that had been resting on her cup towards him.* Did you become a Bright Guard to escape your father? *It was a terribly personal question and painfully sudden.*
16a, ¤Keldon Dwynne: I appreciate talent no matter its form. And you are obviously talented in combat, and do us nothing but honor by being in our ranks. *Smiles some* It doesn't hurt that I know what you are going thru. You will win them over in time. *Takes a drink* Besides all that... I am lucky too that you have been a friend to me. I do not fit the traditional male mold that most of our compatriots do.. and it is hard sometimes to fit in amongst the others. They value only what they can do with their bodies, and see nothing of the value of their minds. For the most part.
d01, ¤Loren Ranji: *A weighty sigh fell from her lips as she turned her gaze upward as if looking beseechingly towards the heavens while both hands rose to clasp together just under her chin like she were about to pray.* I can only pray that the day comes when I am granted the same reprieve. I am getting rather tired of beating them all at single combat every time I turn their insults back on them. *Her eyes, grayish-green in hue, fell back to his face and they stared for an extended period of time though she didn't speak immediately.* I'm grateful that you're nothing like them. Your friendship has been invaluable.
16a, ¤Keldon Dwynne: *Laughs at that, taking a drink to distract him from his mirth. Then he'd set the cup aside and answer* At first they used to look down upon me because of my background and my size. *He's definately not the biggest, most strapping Bright Guard around. He perhaps reaches 190 pounds with his full armor on, and he stands a good three inches shy of six foot* And of course they teased of bribes or sexual favors. That all stopped the first time we had to draw blades against an enemy. *Smiles some* They still tease me about my size... but the jokes are far less cruel and in a spirit of comradere.
d01, ¤Loren Ranji: *She sat forward enough to lift her cup from the table and carry it to her lips, listening to Keldon speak while she eagerly sipped and swallowed to moisten her dry throat. Satisfied, she lowered her drink back to the table and dabbed lightly at the corners of her mouth.* Ah, yes. What's it like coming from a political family? Surely you get flak from the rest of the fools lucky enough to call themselves Bright Guards. Have any of them accused you of sleeping with anyone as a means of getting in, yet?
16a, ¤Keldon Dwynne: *He smiles at that, then glances over her shoulder as the server brings their drinks and sets them on the table. Once gone, he'd continue with their conversation* That is what is interesting about life. The what ifs. Like you I have no idea what I would have done had the Bright Guards not accepted me amongst their ranks. Up to that point I was basically a backup plan for my father's ambitions should something terrible beset my older brother. He wants to build a family dynasty of service to the Guardian Council, and my poor older brother is the one that gets to try and take his place once the old man stops getting reelected.
d01, ¤Loren Ranji: I wasn't entirely aware it was a choice I could make. I came across a young forge apprentice being set upon by miscreants in the lower city and fended off his attackers by myself. My older brothers insisted I try, so I did, and lo and behold here I am. *Loren gestured with both hands to encompass all of herself before she leaned back in her chair to relax, turning her gaze out on the other patrons within the building, more so for her own curiosity than anything else.* As to if this is what I saw for myself? Not at all. I don't think I had any idea what I would become if I hadn't become a Bright Guard instead.
16a, ¤Keldon Dwynne: Something I'm glad of. *She's a good person and a good Bright Guard, so of course he's pleased that she's amongst their ranks* I am curious as to why you chose the Bright Guard. Was this what you envisioned for yourself?
d01, ¤Loren Ranji: *They walked along in companionable silence until they reached their destination. She followed him to a table of his choice and mimicked his decision to rest her polearm against the wall beside his. The armor they wore was special and unique from others, forcing them to stand out, so it was no surprise that they received service from the establishment's owner the moment they were comfortably situated. Loren politely ordered a cool drink and then turned her attention back to Keldon who sat across the table from her.* My father didn't like me helping in the forge, but my three older brothers were too preoccupied with their own dreams to be of much help. I was never allowed to forge anything myself, but I stoked the flames and kept his tools within reach. In return, he let my brothers teach me combat.
16a, ¤Keldon Dwynne: *With a small bit of regret he'd leave the walls and descend into the city with Loren, his demeanor instantly changing. He becomes more rigid and stoic, eyes moving back and forth, quickly taking in his surroundings. It wouldn't be long until they were stepping into a building to get that drink, the air cooler inside away from the sun's warmth. He'd lead her to a table and take a seat, his weapon leaned against the wall* So tell me more about growing up the daughter of a weaponsmith.
d01, ¤Loren Ranji: Not at all. *Loren stepped away from the wall and hefted her polearm to lay over her shoulder at a lax position. Unlike him, she gravitated towards the polearm, or any type of spear really, and it was what she had come to master in time. However, her training years were the furthest from her mind, too busy fantasizing about the cool drink they were going to be enjoying soon.* After you.
16a, ¤Keldon Dwynne: I was nearing the end of my patrol. There is a place we could stop by at the end of my route if you wouldn't mind joining me for a short walk. *Takes up his own polearm, which is more a part of his uniform than his preferred weapon. Its handy for crowd control, but he prefers the pair of blades strapped across his back*
d01, ¤Loren Ranji: *She didn't offer a pity laugh to humor him, but nor did she scoff at his joke. Then again, that was just Loren's serious nature, hardly partaking in the lighthearted revelry and much more content with her dry sense of humor that made some people nervous.* It is the same as you. I just wanted to feel the air move, since there is hardly any circulation on the levels below. *She paused and lowered her feet back to the ground to stand upright, taking up her polearm again and gently resting it against her shoulder.* How much longer do you have? I'm feeling thirsty and was wondering if you'd like to join me for a drink.
16a, ¤Keldon Dwynne: You would think having lived here my whole life the heat wouldn't bother me so. *He shrugs, out over the city once more* At least you can add another blanket if you are cold, yea? I've got nothing left to take off at night but my skin. And I'm loathe to part with that, even for an evening's rest. *chuckles weakly at his bad joke* So what brought you up to the walls today, Loren? Aside from your patrol.
d01, ¤Loren Ranji: My father was a weaponsmith and I often fetched him various things while he forged. I am accustomed to the heat. *Loren turned from him to lean her folded arms on the wall, exerting a bit of strength to lift her feet and lean her shoulder out over the ledge, allowing herself to look down the enormous wall to the ground far below. A hot wind blew up into her face, sweeping the black strands of hair from her brow and holding them suspended before it died down, at which point they simply resumed hanging in her face.* It's the cold I can't stand, actually.
16a, ¤Keldon Dwynne: Which I happily look forward to. Even now the nights are cool.. if you are out in the desert. Here in the city though, I find myself laying atop my sheets wishing for a cool rag for my face and some proper rest. *Frowns again* I am not fond of waking up looking like I just had a five hour sparring session. *Chuckles some and shakes his head, then turns to lean his hip on the wall, eyes studying her* What about you?
d01, ¤Loren Ranji: Careful. Your blasphemy would see you stuck down there in the most wretched part of the city. *Humor tinged her voice as she watched him with a sardonic smile that belied the words of caution she had given him. One would almost get the impression that she agreed with him to some extent. Loren shifted her polearm away from her with a nudge of her shoulder, carefully resting the shaft against the stone wall and making sure no firm wind was going to blow it over before she released it and folded her arms comfortably across her chest.* Winter will come soon enough. The nights will get much colder, then.
16a, ¤Keldon Dwynne: *Grunts out an affirmative, staring out at the desert a bit longer even though the rest of his body is turning to face her. His gaze would turn last, falling upon Loren. He'd offer her a small, formal smile* Hit that one on the head. Its always worst during the hottest months. *Frowns some, the look forming on his face one of mild distaste* You'd think with as much alcohol as some of those people consume that they'd have extra water with which to bathe. *Looks from her to the city hiding within the walls they stand on* Father-God loves them regardless, but he's not the one who has to put up with their stench.
d01, ¤Loren Ranji: *There was a soft shuffling sound paired with a metallic "tap" coming up from the stone steps not far from him. Loren was making her way up to the same battlements, one hand clutching her polearm and using the blunted end to help her up the steps, the other holding back the full length of her cloak to keep it from slipping underfoot and tripping her. When she reached the top of the steps, her eyes came up to rest on Keldon, looking surprised to see him at first. Loren inclined her head in a polite nod and joined him at the wall just a foot or so away, following the direction of his gaze towards the desert in the distance.* Stifled as well, I see.
16a, ¤Keldon Dwynne: *He's up on the battlements looking out away from the city, eyes narrowed against the sun as he stares out into the desert. His hands are resting on the square of stone as he regards the horizon. He like to take patrols up here, the air's a bit fresher than down below amongst the unwashed masses. If it were up to him he'd make daily rounds here, but he doesn't give the orders. Today's one of the days he does get to come up here though, so he's enjoying it as much as possible before his patrol takes him back down into the city*
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