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[Kali'rial]

Kali laughed softly, sipping her tea with a small nod, indicating that he of course had a point. The song request could see him sing to her a child's nursery rhyme and the Sev'ryn wouldn't have a clue, yet it wouldn't matter. The brunette found his home language fascinating, a secretive piece of Pash that that gave her a little thrill, as though just by coaxing him to speak it she was understanding more about him. It was another unique thing about the bard that she had held close since the Worlds End, along with his stormy shifting eyes.

"True, I wouldn't have a clue, but then that's part of the enjoyment. I get to imagine what you might be singing about." Setting down her tea, the brunette turned toward the sea-hardened musician to give him her full attention, resting one arm on the ground slightly behind her with the other draped across her knees. Watching his fingers pick out a tune, Kali smiled at the almost gentle notes that came forth. The music made her feel things, strangely indescribable things that gave her a sort of shivery feeling on the back of her neck. He was extremely talented with the instrument and as his voice lifted to join the song with the Rakahi words, the huntress tilted her head slightly to rest it on her shoulder, listening to the foreign words with a smile. She didn't understand a bar of it, but the soft tune made her get goosebumps, the hair on her arms raising slightly with a tingling sensation. Her periwinkle gaze shifted between the movement of his fingers and the sunkissed Biqaj's face, watching his movements and expression as the song played out, enjoying the mystery of the meaning as well as the exotic beauty of it. The sailor was quiet, as not to disturb those in the township that might be close enough to hear, but it only leant a certain intimacy to the moment. A private performance just for her.

When the song ended, Kali smiled back at him, before reaching to take up her that had now become cool enough to drink with ease. Again, she laughed at his words, sipping the beverage with a shake of her head.

"Lot's of ropes, I'm sure." She said with another chuckle, fairly certain the slight flush of colour to his stubbled cheeks spoke to something a little more interesting than that. Either that, or the fact that she'd asked him to play in the seclusion own little nook of the world may have made him feel self conscious.

That really didn't seem like it would be the case though.

Taking a few moments to finish her tea, the brunette shifted again to sit up, hands toying with the cup and eyes shifting down to look at it with a slight blush.

"Fair trade, yes I think you could say that. Thank you Pash, it was very beautiful, for a song about fish and ropes and...such. Smiling at the cup, she teetered on the edge of more words, fighting back a sudden surge of shy hesitation. Taking a deep breath, the Sev'ryn tossed the last dregs of tea at the low burning fire and moved to stand with a stretch.

"I have to say, this has been the most eventful first full moon of the season I've ever had. I think, I can safely say that it's also probably been the most meaningful." Twisting her hands together nervously, the brunette looked at the fire.

"You know, its very late. Probably too late to walk all the way back to the docks, might be unsafe...or something." Turning her eyes back to her hands, the Sev'ryn spoke quietly.

"You're welcome to stay here...with me...if you like?" Kali finally turned her eyes on the sunkissed bard, swallowing before rushing on with another shrug.

"Of course, you don't have to. I know you didn't really feel comfortable with this whole camping thing at the moment and of course you've been working all night so you might just want to go and get some sleep in your own bed and that's all okay I just figured I'd ask because you're here and it wouldn't bother me at all. There's room for two..uh...in my tent and...bedroll." Kali finished lamely, wanting to find the nearest rock to hide under in her embarrassment, wishing she could be as charming and casual as the Biqaj. She shot him a smile, hoping he had actually understood her offer in all that rambling.

[Pash Raj'oriq]

Pash watched the dark-haired Sev’ryn watch him while he played and sang. He watched the way she sat and smiled, her pale blue eyes drifting from his fingers on his lute to his face. Far from self-conscious, his tide pool gaze followed how she settled in to listen to his music, how her expression softened while she listened. His first audience on this island had kindly asked for a repeat performance, and her pleased smile was generous.

As Kali’rial sat up and reached for her tea, he set his lute back down in his lap. She played along with his joke about the topic of his song, though it was clear that she was suspicious of the truth. He smiled at that. The color of the fire was warm on her tanned features, and the light of the full moon drew out that soft glow of his skin. The lithe huntress stood and Pash stood with her after a brief moment, laying his lute down on the ground out of range of the embers before he did so. She stretched and he rolled his shoulders, which were tired, grinning coyly at her kind and unnecessary complements. Playing music was always his pleasure, whether for an intimate audience of one or a crowded tavern. It was an extension of himself that he freely gave as often as he could, though he still needed to eat sometimes.

Her declaration that the evenjng was eventful almost drew an apology out of him, aware he'd stepped on her traditions clumsily instead of danced gracefully with them. But he didn't quite believe he was wrong for questioning them, feeling compelled as he did to draw the stern, defensive Sev’ryn out into the world a little more. There were definitely things they did not agree on, but Pash felt as though there was plenty between them that made all of their differences easier, more pleasant to look past. The observant Biqaj watched the nervousness roll in like a storm, his eyes drifting curiously to her hands and then back to her lovely face, not at all expecting the invitation spoken quietly between them, already standing close as they were.

As Kali asked with her rambling sort of awkwardness, endearing in its sincerity and alluring in its boldness, Pash smiled broadly, desperate to hide how caught off guard he was behind a knowing grin, hands reaching for hers in their proximity because her words made him need to touch her.

The seafaring minstrel laughed, quiet and amused instead of loud and teasing, “Aye, ‘tis late, an’ while I, jus’ like you, can take care o’ myself walkin’ home, y’ make ‘t sound as though I’ve never slept under th’ stars. I have, on th' deck o' my sloop an' on beaches an’ in hammocks an’ maybe in a tent ‘r two.” Although to be honest, he couldn't be sure about his past experiences in a tent, he was far from put off by the idea. How could he be? If she wanted his company, he wasn’t about to keep it from her. He’d thought of her for all the trials since the World’s End Festival, and yet whenever he’d found her, she’d avoided being this open, this honest, with him. Now the air between them was clearer and she stumbled over her words just a little, but, thank Zanik’s prowess, she still wanted him. He had not forgotten the heat of their bodies together, and for a trill or two he chewed the inside of his cheek at the thoughts her words brought to the surface. He tangled their fingers together and let their bodies almost touch, grinning at her with a mixture of sober, flustered desire and attempted humor, disarmed by her invitation and yet also pleasantly surprised by the offer, “Y’know, bein’ comfortable’s all ‘bout th’ company, ‘f course, an’ I feel pretty comfortable ‘round you.”

He did look really, really good under the moonlight and in the dark when just in his tanned, inked skin, it was true, that strange Biqaj glow always a curious bonus to whatever had already been given him in terms of attractiveness by birth. Then again, the dark-haired Sev’ryn just looked good all the time, so there was that, too.

“You’re no’ askin’ me to stay an’ jus’ sleep, though.” Pash taunted, not really wanting a reply to his statement so much as just wanting to state the obvious, his eyes their warm, lagoon blue already flecked with violet in mischievous anticipation, as if the very thought of all that could happen sharing a tent had already washed through his mind, “I wasn’t worried ‘bout th’ tent so much as your safety, so I s’pose if I stay here, with you, y’know, to sleep, then I’ll be makin’ sure you’re safe, eh?”

He chuckled at himself, at her, one hand straying from hers to trace fingers upward to lightly rest under her chin, to tilt her head a little upward and lean a little closer. He all but purred, waiting until after he’d finished his words to kiss her because it’d been far too many trials since he’d done so really and it seemed appropriate given everything she'd just said. He wasn’t about to let her sneak one in first again, to be honest, wanting that feeling for himself this time, “I’ll make y’ one more trade: I’ll stay tonight, with you, if y’ come to dinner with me at Cally’s, on m’ break sometime soon, a’right? Jus’ y’know, like a date. Deal?”

[Kali'rial]

Nervous butterflies in her stomach, the brunette allowed him to take her hands and entwine their fingers together, joining his quiet laughter as he spoke. The moonlight was catching his skin now, really quite literally glowing before her eyes. It wasn’t just the firelight the Sev’ryn was beginning to realise, but something from within. Like the aurora eyes and curiously tipped ears, it appeared the Biqaj’s also glowed not unlike the Iyọ back home. Kali felt her plain-ness quite keenly when standing face to face with the man.

The taunting wasn’t lost on the young woman, who blushed with a laugh as the violet tones touched his lagoon blue gaze. As his hand moved to tilt her head up, Kali held her breath, captivated by the almost predatory effect his voice had on her. When he kissed her, Immortals, when he kissed her, it was like drowning in desire. The seafaring bard had experience and skills that the Sev’ryn couldn’t begin to understand. Not yet anyway. They wrapped her up and took her flying, without her feet leaving the ground. As Pash broke off, she let her breath out with a soft sigh, not realising for a moment that her eyes had closed. Opening them, Kali swallowed hard, trying to find her voice again.

“Well…we might sleep…eventually.” She said with a boldness that she didn’t quite feel. Bravado, that was the word. Smiling, she blushed at his final comment and two things ran through her mind.

One, A date!

Two. She needed to go shopping. Immediately…well as soon as the markets were open. Because right now, there were far more pressing things to attend to.

“Deal.” She said with a grin, leading him by the hand to her most humble abode.

And they were definitely not sleeping.

[Theo Nji'Ryn]

Kali'rial

Skill Knowledge:
Discipline: Keeping traditions alive even when not at home
Discipline: Being honest even when it’s hard
Discipline: Obeying Sev’ryn laws
Seduction: Kissing is sometimes a great icebreaker
Seduction: Inviting someone to your bed
Socialization: Explaining Sev’ryn culture to foreigners
Socialization: Accepting others opinions and advice
Socialization: Accepting a date
Business Management: How to trade for a song
Cooking: How to make tea
Field Craft: How to dry meat using a campfire

Non-Skill Knowledge:
Pash: Is not currently seeing anyone else
Pash: Works at Callys
Pash: Does not understand the law of Elders
Pash: Has no hesitation in speaking his mind
Pash: Can glow in the dark
Language: Rakahi
Race: Biqaj

Loot: n/a
Injuries/Overstepping: n/a
Fame: n/a
Devotion: Prayer to Moseke +1

Points: 15

Pash

Skill Knowledge:
Detection: Knowing when you’ve crossed a line
Discipline: Staying calm in the face of someone else’s anger
Discipline: It’s not always appropriate to bring up magic in conversation
Persuasion: Appealing to the heart instead of the head
Persuasion: Using a prop to illustrate your point
Persuasion: Returning anger with kindness
Rhetoric: The difference between Elders and elders
Rhetoric: Staying graceful despite cultural ignorance
Singing: Choosing the right romantic ballad
Singing: Songs in your native tongue
Lute: Playing quietly while singing
Seduction: Singing by firelight is sexy
Seduction: Let's call it not sleeping

Non-Skill Knowledge:
Kali’rial: Jealous for you
Kali’rial: Has a habit of kissing you first
Kali’rial: Protected by her grandparents’ rules
Kali’rial: Lost her parents when she was three
Kali’rial: Traded tea for a song
Kali’rial: Invited you to share her tent
Kali’rial: Agreed to a date
Location: Kali’s campsite outside of town
Culture: Sev’ryn: Obeying the Elders is a way of life
Culture: Sev’ryn: 1 Ymiden is significant

Loot: N/A
Injuries/Overstepping: N/A
Fame: N/A
Devotion: N/A

Points: 15

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