Rhy'din was ringed with trees in certain spots. Spots where Hawk had inhabited before. A familiar bit of forest that outcropped the borders of town just before battlements and walls alike. Once, in the Spring, Autumn, and Summer he had called them home. Harkening back on days of yore that felt more like dreams these days anyways, Hawk moved through the frost that had accumulated. Stopped. Listened. Became one with his surroundings. He did this until the moon hung high or was hidden by the constant overcast and threat of precipitation. But..
There was nothing left for him here anymore. No matter how he searched during the day. No matter how he searched during the night. The animals he once called friend or family had forgotten him when he moved to the further reaches over the last few years. Every year pushing further into a lush and dense forest, further and further away from heartache. Into the cold, sometimes, until he was numb. Into the tropics until he no longer remembered. And back once more, into Rhy'din, when he had overcome. So he came to these forests he had once called home when he found a reason to stay close to Rhy'din to apologize. He came and stayed for hours, searching, tracking. Only he found nothing. No one. And the only person to apologize to was himself. If he found it he found sleep in the warm confines of heavy blankets in simple bedding.
Three nights turned, accidentally, into a fourth, and he finally found purpose in his steps. Meaning in every stride. A definite destination. The former Ranger knew these alleys and side streets as well as every main thoroughfare, and also knew when it was quicker, and easier, to climb a wall. He knew it was late but he hoped, and found no movement or light at the gallery's door. Her quarters were upstairs but maybe, just maybe, she would be at the balcony looking down. He wound around and found no tall, willowy, and fair skinned figure. But a way up to the door. Her door. He stared, then took the stairs, two at a time, and stood in front of it. Breathing. Thinking. Until a poignant pause passed and he knocked.
The apartment was quiet, only a few lights on. The knock seemed to join the whistle of the teapot in a duet. "Jus' a sec, Beks!" Juliane leaned and called out, moving the kettle off the flame. Dropping the towel to the counter, long strides took her to the door. "Did ya ferget yer key a...." The door flung wide and the words died out on her lips.
"Yer not Beks." Obvious farm girl was obvious. Leaning against the door frame, rather disheveled and dressed in an over sized henley and leggings, barefoot and with her hair in a curly tangle.
With the back lighting of the apartment's soft glow and the moonlight, her blush was evident. "Hi there."
"I am..." The former Ranger either wasn't fond of contractions or they didn't work with his otherworldly accent. She had spilled light outside, and the cloak" It positively danced with color now. "...sorry this is so forward." A queer character indeed. Cuddles under cloaks. Kisses. Nights together. And knocking on her door was forward. But there was something to be said about the remnant Hawk Jahad. Olde towne fashion sense. And old fashioned to the bone. But the blush was too much to ignore. And even though she had not been ready for visitors there was something about that pose, about that get up, that made him pause. Some could say his unlined features were boyish. That rueful grin he wore now was just that. Earthen eyes traced her from head to toe and back again. And all he could say was "Hello."
She started to say hello again, and just stare at him like some doe-eyed schoolgirl. But the winter breeze was making her toes curl with cold. "No need ta apologize. Would ya....like ta come in?" Stepping back, she held the door for him.
There was nothing left for him here anymore. No matter how he searched during the day. No matter how he searched during the night. The animals he once called friend or family had forgotten him when he moved to the further reaches over the last few years. Every year pushing further into a lush and dense forest, further and further away from heartache. Into the cold, sometimes, until he was numb. Into the tropics until he no longer remembered. And back once more, into Rhy'din, when he had overcome. So he came to these forests he had once called home when he found a reason to stay close to Rhy'din to apologize. He came and stayed for hours, searching, tracking. Only he found nothing. No one. And the only person to apologize to was himself. If he found it he found sleep in the warm confines of heavy blankets in simple bedding.
Three nights turned, accidentally, into a fourth, and he finally found purpose in his steps. Meaning in every stride. A definite destination. The former Ranger knew these alleys and side streets as well as every main thoroughfare, and also knew when it was quicker, and easier, to climb a wall. He knew it was late but he hoped, and found no movement or light at the gallery's door. Her quarters were upstairs but maybe, just maybe, she would be at the balcony looking down. He wound around and found no tall, willowy, and fair skinned figure. But a way up to the door. Her door. He stared, then took the stairs, two at a time, and stood in front of it. Breathing. Thinking. Until a poignant pause passed and he knocked.
The apartment was quiet, only a few lights on. The knock seemed to join the whistle of the teapot in a duet. "Jus' a sec, Beks!" Juliane leaned and called out, moving the kettle off the flame. Dropping the towel to the counter, long strides took her to the door. "Did ya ferget yer key a...." The door flung wide and the words died out on her lips.
"Yer not Beks." Obvious farm girl was obvious. Leaning against the door frame, rather disheveled and dressed in an over sized henley and leggings, barefoot and with her hair in a curly tangle.
With the back lighting of the apartment's soft glow and the moonlight, her blush was evident. "Hi there."
"I am..." The former Ranger either wasn't fond of contractions or they didn't work with his otherworldly accent. She had spilled light outside, and the cloak" It positively danced with color now. "...sorry this is so forward." A queer character indeed. Cuddles under cloaks. Kisses. Nights together. And knocking on her door was forward. But there was something to be said about the remnant Hawk Jahad. Olde towne fashion sense. And old fashioned to the bone. But the blush was too much to ignore. And even though she had not been ready for visitors there was something about that pose, about that get up, that made him pause. Some could say his unlined features were boyish. That rueful grin he wore now was just that. Earthen eyes traced her from head to toe and back again. And all he could say was "Hello."
She started to say hello again, and just stare at him like some doe-eyed schoolgirl. But the winter breeze was making her toes curl with cold. "No need ta apologize. Would ya....like ta come in?" Stepping back, she held the door for him.