Aziz
—lost and forgotten—
Beqanna
Assailant -- Year 226
"But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura
It's Sweater Weather; Leilan, Any!
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01-13-2019, 07:50 AM
Leilan Glaciers melting in the dead of night and the superstars sucked into the supermassive
His meeting with Aziz had been pure luck, or coincidence; a short getaway after which he'd had to return, but not before giving his companion directions to the northernmost island. The man was a builder - but he needed either more practice, or something sturdier to build with. Leilan is rather curious if it would work; the cold, frozen landscape could perhaps be better moulded, or turn out to be too brittle (in which case the roan would perhaps suggest using rocks only). Or, maybe if he gave it an extra layer of dragon-ice, it might be sturdier as well. They'll see. For now, he roams the island, wondering what else to do with it. Not many people had yet reported to him that they wished to stay here (well, in fact he was pretty sure about Cam, Phasus, Ard, and Jesper; but he hadn't really spoken to many of them yet and it wasn't official he supposed - to be honest he had not seen Castile around lately either, or his son Gilt, and he wondered if they'd just up and left). People might be in hiding, or just away for the winter season, which he could understand considering the current biting cold. Yet he'd hoped for something more out here, he thinks. After all, what is a land without inhabitants? Or should he just gather the lot of them from the Field, himself? He realizes he's not quite sure what to do. His mesmerizing gets interrupted by the sound of a voice - ah, if it isn't the earth manipulator. Perhaps if the land had some more shelters like they'd briefly discussed, more souls would find themselves able to stay even through this harsh season. The bay roan nears the bay, he seems wet from the swim and the scaled stallion wonders if he's cold. Yet he has nothing to give him to get warm - alas, his attunement to the ice means he doesn't get cold himself, but also that he only has ice to share with others. Well, besides a warm smile or a hug that is, but he wouldn't go so far as to start cuddling a newly-made friend. "Aziz, welcome. Told you it'd be cold." he tells the bay, an easy smile across his features. "Though this is about the worst, I think - mid winter. I hope the others aren't all in hiding for the whole season, but honestly, we've just about started it up recently, what with this land being completely new and all." Later than it should have been, but still, it was a start. Now perhaps if he could get things running smoothly - ah, well, he should be more patient perhaps. "How do you like the island so far? I wouldn't want to keep you if it doesn't suit you." he asks, more serious in tone there - he knows many horses are stubborn enough to make and keep a promise, but if it makes them unhappy, he'd rather not bind them to it. you set my soul alight Two things I know I can make: pretty kids, and people mad.
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01-18-2019, 04:48 PM
Leilan Glaciers melting in the dead of night and the superstars sucked into the supermassive
It feels.... new, to him or, perhaps just a bit unnatural? Recruiting had never been his forte, but perhaps just talking about one’s home in the enthusiastic manner that he could, well... maybe there really was nothing much to it. Still, it felt a little weird. As if he had some kind of responsibility over the man, even though Aziz, as an adult male, was quite capable of living by himself. Huh. As a matter of fact, when people are somehow thankful to him, he manages to feel uncomfortable about it in a way. Kinda stupid when he thinks about it, really. That’s not what Aziz came here for, he thinks. He came to make use of his gifts, not to find a dumbfounded Leilan on an icy land. This runs through his head for a moment, a moment in which Aziz has time to look around the island before continuing the conversation. The roan nods a moment. ”I hope it’s workable, but if we need the cold for a structure to hold, don’t hesitate to ask. I’m pretty okay with ice, though I wouldn’t deem it sufficient for detailing.” A toothy grin follows, his icy blue eyes flashing brightly. Perhaps he could be useful himself, too. The bay earth-shaper does a small test-run, which Leilan then watches with interest. It seems to take a while, and perhaps more effort than Aziz is used to - or he’s out of practice. But in the end, even frozen (and perhaps therefore, a bit unwilling) ground, is just ground still, and so it responds. Aziz seems to be waiting for him to initiate something, but honeslt,y Leilan is no expert with earth. It gives him the same feeling as when Ard, and even Castile once (maybe a year ago), had responded to him and he’s not quite sure he’ll ever get used to it. They’re his brothers, not his subjects. As is Aziz, Leilan thinks. Or will be, when he learns of them. He looks from the pillar to the bay male. ”Perhaps I should give you a tour? This area here is about, nearly in the middle of the southern half of the island, and might make a good meeting place if the ground here is workable for you. I figure if a somewhat larger group could gather here and shelter from the northern winds, that would be ideal.” Looking around, then back to Aziz he adds, ”But it really doesn’t all have to be done in one day.” After all, running too fast with magic, well - it could end up with Aziz tiring himself too much and the structure being less sound. If he is indeed responsible for the man, then perhaps he should be the one checking his boundaries. you set my soul alight @[Aziz] this may be all over the place because I got distracted several times :’) Two things I know I can make: pretty kids, and people mad.
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01-20-2019, 08:18 AM
Leilan Glaciers melting in the dead of night and the superstars sucked into the supermassive
Aziz reassures him in a way, saying he would be able to spread the work over a few days. To that, Leilan slowly nods, wondering briefly if the bay would rather not stay here - until he says he’ll need a home, too. The roan grins at that, remembering the looser structure Aziz had let collapse on their first meeting. ”I do hope it’ll be one to last a bit longer than the previous one,” he teases, then walks with the stallion in a western direction. ”Out there’s our only forest, as you can see. It’s our best source of food and shelter.” The bay comments on the ground being softer and easier to work with here, to which Leilan nods slowly. ”I’d rather you don’t mess up a meadow, so check for grass before you start to work. On the edge of those little meadows, maybe the ground is still soft enough but we won’t be building on our few food sources?” he asks. With only so many little meadows around, he’d not want to tear up the ground exactly here but, if Aziz could work around them, that would be great. you set my soul alight @[Aziz] Two things I know I can make: pretty kids, and people mad.
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01-20-2019, 09:49 AM
Leilan Glaciers melting in the dead of night and the superstars sucked into the supermassive
The bay is easy company, Leilan finds; hopefully others find him welcoming too. Not that he thinks it would be a problem otherwise, but it’d be good to have more than, say, two or three faces around to greet visitors. The idea of using trees as a base seems intriguing, and the scaled roan nods to that. ”That seems like a good idea. The must be well-rooted.” he supposes (if they weren’t, they probably wouldn’t have been able to stay alive here). Looking around, he figures the forest is shelter enough on it’s own. ”I think I’d like some shelters near the lone trees better - the forest itself is thick enough, and it won’t do to have everyone hide between the trees all day. The isle is unwelcoming enough in itself without all of us hiding away.” he grins. Then, he nods to the North. ”Out there is the snowy tundra - never dethaws, not even in summer. It’s beautiful but I wouldn’t recommend going there now, in the midst of winter. Feel free to explore it later if you want.” Now, he turns south. ”I’m thinking somewhere along the coastline we’ll need some wind shields. For visitors that like to wait on the borders, to at least shield them from the worst of the winds. Wherever that is convenient for you to work on, of course.” he says, looking over the vast expanse towards the sea in the south. Most winged visitors will come that way; other will come from Nerine in the east. you set my soul alight @[Aziz] idk maybe we can end it here and pretend that’s how they met Pteron in the other thread? Two things I know I can make: pretty kids, and people mad.
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