[SE] Jack of Diamonds, Ace of Spades
for Melita; Frey quest item
Talyson Seawright
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#1
The Portals wouldn't last the War, Tal figured. Or at least, once all hail broke loose he doubted they'd be safe anymore, so getting one last push out of them probably wouldn't piss the gods off. He hoped.

Well, Frey wouldn't mind at least.

And it meant getting his ass to Torchline went a lot faster, when time was of the essence.

Sure, there were blacksmiths in Halo he could have gone to, and one weaponsmith in particular he would have approached in the past but... But. He still hadn't figured out how to apologize, and he had some errands to run in Torchline anyways, and maybe the work could be done here while he was doing his other tasks in the area. Multitasking!

Or so he'd hoped, but as he ambled through the streets of Haulani in a light sweater against the bracing chill he was having trouble finding a place that would take his commission. Pausing in a square where a fountain burbled with icy water he sighed and scuffed a stone across the dirt for Boreal to chase after. "We need help, girl," he informed the dragon bluntly. "Or we're never gonna get this damned knife made!"

Melita
Melita Najya
the Honeybee


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#2
Melita
they should have checked the ashes
of the women they burned alive
Melita skipping down the market-square was a frequent occurrence – crimson locks bobbing up and down as she frolicked between kiosks and stalls with her usual fervor and flare. A vampire gourd at her feet. A dragon flickering overhead. Combinations of potency and foolishness all in one feral swing of her staff.

But what wasn’t a recurring stature was the notions of Talyson nearby. The Honeybee was grateful, in that particular happenstance, because then she didn’t have to see him too often.

So when she spotted him near the fountain, she grimaced, abruptly turned on her heel, and began making her way back to where she should’ve turned (hoping he hadn’t seen her at all).
because it takes a single wild ember
to bring a whole wildfire to life
Talyson Seawright
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Age: 27 | Height: 5'10" | Race: Accepted | Nationality: Natural | Citizenship: King's End
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#3
Luck was with Melita, in that her wish was partially granted. Tal didn't notice her at first, focused as he was on his dragon.

But Boreal noticed Fangorn, and the shiny rock was quickly abandoned as the dragon frolicked over to greet the glowing gourd with a cheerful whuff of smoke and a tail that swept across the ground in an approximation of a wag.

Tal could hardly miss the honeybee after that, and his face lit up brightly, oblivious to her attempt to avoid him. "Mel! Hey, how've you been?" he practically chirped as he trotted over, pale eyes bright and relief evident in his face. "I've mi--uh, I mean, it's been awhile, huh?" He rubbed at the back of his neck, ducking his head a little against the heat rising there in spite of the Eirachi's touch upon the land.
Melita Najya
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Melita
they should have checked the ashes
of the women they burned alive
The Honeybee let out an audible, beleaguered sigh as they were spotted – not towards the dragon, but the courier. For the former, she granted a slight smile, and Fangorn wagged his vines, while Sila announced her own presence by tucking further into Melita’s long locks. For the latter, she couldn’t quite muster a smile; tilting her head vaguely, eyes narrowing as she watched his actions. “I’m all right.” If trying to snag relics and destroying shrines and all the other mischief she’d gotten into seemed to fit into those segments. “Yeah.” Not long enough in Melita’s opinion.

Shifting her bag of weapons higher along her shoulders, she permitted some modicum of curiosity to filter through. “What’re you doing here?”
because it takes a single wild ember
to bring a whole wildfire to life
Talyson Seawright
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#5
Boreal's attention was drawn to the movement in Melita's hair, a curious basso croon emerging from the pale dragon at the glint of bronze scales largely hidden within auburn tresses. She kept an eye turned towards the camouflaged hatchling while she lowered her blunt muzzle to give Fangorn's vines a friendly sniff of greeting, blowing warm air over the little gourd when she exhaled.

Oblivious to Melita's lack of enthusiasm, Tal bobbed his head at hearing that she was well, trying to remember the appropriate questions for small talk. The weather was next, right...?

But he was saved from having to follow the formula by her query in return and the courier perked up as the metal clinked in Mel's bag. "Oh, uh, actually... I'm tryin' t'find a blacksmith," he admitted a little sheepishly. "One who can make me a knife an' work a... a rock into the hilt." A very fancy rock, as it turned out. His eyes drifted back to the bag and he hesitated a moment before asking: "D'you have one that you go to?"
Melita Najya
the Honeybee


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#6
Melita
they should have checked the ashes
of the women they burned alive
Given Tal’s obliviousness, he probably wouldn’t have noticed the way Melita’s eyes immediately glazed over and looked elsewhere – for any potential, random discernment or distraction to ward him away. At least the companions got along, with Sila giving a slight billowing of hello from behind her curtain of wild hair, and Fangorn amused by the air billowing around him.

The question made her circumvent some attention back to the courier, though it was minimal at best, and served as an excuse to be rid of him quickly. “Yeah. I have one that makes some of my arrows.” The training ones; for the others served their purpose in the elements. “This way,” and she meandered immediately at a fast clip, diving headlong into a rush of people. Maybe trying to lose him in the crowd.
because it takes a single wild ember
to bring a whole wildfire to life
Talyson Seawright
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#7
Tal often had trouble holding eye contact during a conversation as well, and was almost relieved when Melita didn't stare at him. He snuck glances at her when he thought she wasn't looking, noticing her fierce, proud profile, even as his fingers itched to show her how much he'd improved. Surely there was something he could do to impress her and earn her admiration...?

But today he had a task at hand. And maybe having a magic weapon like her arrows would show how her far how his capabilities had come! ...Which meant getting a magic weapon, first. And that meant finding a blacksmith. He perked up instantly at her easy confirmation of knowing a guy. "Really? Thanks, Mel-- hey! Wait up!"

She was off like a fish through water and Tal was hard pressed to follow her graceful glide through the crowds. Boreal, amused, cut to the side and hopped up onto a pile of crates and barrels, bounding to the top and then taking flight. She followed Mel's bright hair easily from above, and guided her poor fool of a human when it seemed like he might lose his guide.

He really wanted to ask about the little dragon that was mostly hidden in her mane, but she kept far enough ahead that he couldn't find the breath to speak to her until they'd reached their destination and he caught up, almost running into her back before he managed to catch himself. "H-hey! Um. I... like your dragon," he admitted shyly, once he had his breath back.
Melita Najya
the Honeybee


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#8
Melita
they should have checked the ashes
of the women they burned alive
A sharp glance cut to Boreal, in a ‘can’t you give me a break’ sort of vibe, and a long, withering sigh following through when Talyson still managed to be there, in her presence. Fangorn garbled and grumbled something, vaguely coherent in amusements, but Melita was in no mood for the attempts at conduct or cordiality. Sila seemed to have her back, curling deeper into her hair as the courier remained, until the Honeybee had to address him, turning her head back over her shoulder.

Snorting when she saw he was out of breath.

“Thanks.” The bronze fledgling managed a warbled nuance in acknowledgment too, but it was likely lost through the wild locks. Thereafter, the attempt at pawning him off continued, persisting in long strides down another few alleys, before they came to the blacksmith. “Over here,” and she jabbed towards the place with her thumb.
because it takes a single wild ember
to bring a whole wildfire to life
Talyson Seawright
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#9
Boreal chortled at Mel's glance as much as at Tal's discomfiture. The dragon liked Fangorn and was happy for the chance to renew their games. The humans could sort themselves out in the meantime, and once the breakneck pace had slowed she drifted down to land and rumble congenially at the vampire gourd. As they wandered through the alley she began to cast about for a toy to offer those writhing vines.

Tal lit up at Mel's gratitude - however grudging - and he flashed the bronze shimmer in her hair a grin as he padded after the honeybee and her companions, catching his wind quickly now that they'd slowed. "What's her name?" he asked, just as they reached their destination. Waffling on enthusiasm for his quest versus wanting to impress Mel, he shifted from foot to foot uncertainly for a moment before clearing his throat and gallantly adding. "Uh. Do you want t'go first?" With a nod towards her bag of clinking metal.
Melita Najya
the Honeybee


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Melita
they should have checked the ashes
of the women they burned alive
Aha, another opportunity. Not to be outdone by a dragon, the Honeybee’s quick thinking nearly launched an unrepentant Cheshire grin – certain she had the opportunity for evasion and escape now – but kept it inward, drawing it along so that Fangorn rolled his eyes and the companion on her shoulders huffed. Her eyes went from the blacksmith’s kiosk, not even remotely apologetic for what she was about to attempt, and back to the courier. “Sila.” The aforementioned bonded grumbled low, and then Melita seized her chance.

Her hand waved away the notions of staying or straying. “Oh, no. No need. I’m going to go train. Need to for the war and all that.” And then she began to slowly meander off – figuring that was enough.
because it takes a single wild ember
to bring a whole wildfire to life
Talyson Seawright
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#11
In the time-honored tradition, Boreal found a rock - black, light; likely a piece of pumice from the eruption several years ago - and nose it towards Fangorn with a hopeful rumble of a game. She was oblivious to Mel's desire to leave posthaste.

Nor was she the only one. "Hi, Sila," Tal managed with a hopeful grin towards the little dragon before Melita's gracious gesture left him flat-footed with surprise. The honeybee had begun her exit, stage right, before he realized she was leaving and he hurried to catch up again. "W-wait, could you at least introduce me... please?" Better late than never, the courtesy slipped out after a heartbeat's awkward pause. "I bet he'll give me a better deal if I'm with you!" He'd been in Haulani enough times now to realize that as a foreigner he'd get taken for a ride without a local to vouch for him.
Melita Najya
the Honeybee


Age: 26 | Height: 5'6" | Race: Accepted | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Torchline
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#12
Melita
they should have checked the ashes
of the women they burned alive
While Sila and Fangorn might not have been bothered, Melita was busy fighting off another eyeroll. The courier seemed especially oblivious today, to the point where he hadn’t noticed she was attempting to escape again, and seemed all the more eager to make an excuse for her to stay. Her features turned narrowed and seditious, wondering if he’d be taking that as a signal to back off and away, or to take the little notions of kindness she’d managed, and to hasten elsewhere. “You should be fine.” Probably. It was a low-risk situation. “We’ve got a lot to do before the war.” Would it be funny for him to be taken over by Torchline’s merchants? Yes. Was she going to alleviate that opportunity for a fellow citizen? Hell no.

And then she turned, whistling after Fangorn to follow.
because it takes a single wild ember
to bring a whole wildfire to life
Talyson Seawright
the Messenger
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Age: 27 | Height: 5'10" | Race: Accepted | Nationality: Natural | Citizenship: King's End
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#13
Mel's annoyed expression finally broke through Tal's lack of social awareness and he drew up short as she glared at him. He deflated like a kicked puppy as she laid out her lack of interest in his predicament and took her leave. This time the courier didn't try to follow, just called a forlorn: "Yeah, well... see you around, I guess," to her retreating back.

Boreal whuffed in surprise as Fangorn was called away, her tail sweeping a disappointed arc across the dusty road. Tal patted her head, scowling down at their feet as he mumbled to her. "Yeah, girl, I know how you feel..." With a sigh he shook his head and turned back to the blacksmith, clearing his throat as he stepped into the booth.

Excuse me? I'm lookin' t'get a knife made, an' I need this worked into the handle." He pulled the hunk of diamond from his Bag to show the muscular woman who was quenching a sword blade in a trough next to her anvil.

She squinted at him and, upon seeing a stranger who obviously wasn't a native of Torchline, her teeth flashed in a predatory grin. "Oh? Well you've come to the right place, boy. Let's see what you've got." Laying the blade aside for one of her apprentices to polish she came over to examine the stone that Tal warily handed to her after trying not to scowl at being called 'boy.' She frowned at it, brought out a small hammer to tap it experimentally, and grunted. "Gonna be a bitch to work with. Gonna cost," she added meaningfully, tossing the stone in her hand.

"Yeah," Tal agreed with a sigh, wishing Mel was there to back him up. "I can get obsidian from the Climb. An' ursur leather for grips," he added after a moment's thought.

The blacksmith nodded, pursing her lips as she pretended to consider the generous offer. But there was a gleam in her eyes that promised nothing but trouble for the courier. "That'll do... for a start," she drawled, pulling over a sheet of smudged paper and a pencil as she began to sketch a design to show him. "Now, let's talk details..."

~Fin~


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