Take Back the Crown

He motioned her to sit along the water with him "I can do your face paint while we talk." He auggested, before seeming a bit startled by the remark. "Uh. I get my stature from my mom I guess." He laughed slightly, even a bit embarrassingly at trying to come up with a good answer. "I mean, I can fight. But it isn't based off of physicality, obvious reasons are given." He rummaged in his things to pull out the things they would need. "I'm well aware I'm not a brute." He snickered at the thought of being a giant like Bo, or Yaroslav. "I really don't think that could ever happen. So I try to be too fast to hit." He then paused "but what do I like to do? That's a good question really. I mean, there's the odd and ends my mother taught me. Like the paint." He gestured before try to think deeper about it. What really did he have a passion for? 


@TeeKay
 
      "Ah, so you were a sellsword?" Hjalmar asked, "That sounds like it'd be an exciting occupation." He added, thinking about it. It would definitely beat being a thief where you had to be quiet all the time, especially one such as himself where he had a boss to pay. There was no coursing your own future, it was just the same thing, albeit exciting, over and over again. It wasn't like he wanted to be notorious and hated by anyone who knew of him. He would much rather be an adventurer, or a wanderer such as Bo. Choosing your own jobs, and choosing them for the content, not the quantity of payment. At least, that's how he'd do it if he had a choice.


      When Bo asked him whether he knew much about what their quest was all about, he pondered for a moment, "Well, I remember Svetlana explaining our hunt for missing gems to a powerful crown that the princess has..." He said, "But, no, I guess I don't really know much about the history behind it. Though I am curious, and I have more time on my hands than I care for, so do tell." He smiled.



 
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      "Very good!" Yaroslav exclaimed again, he definitely felt it that time, "Keep that up, and you could break through a shield wall!" He praised, though he became distracted, noticing that Oceana had left Valeiah. It seemed the girl didn't really know what to do with herself.


      Yaroslav turned to the princess apologetically, "How about you look around for a sparring partner to practice with?" He asked, "It would give you some variation, which is good for practice." The man hung his sword and shield on the rack, and walked up to Valeiah. The girl still had the bow in her hand, "I see you are trying to learn archery." He said behind her, he tried to muster a smile as not to appear as scary as he usually did (as being scary didn't help with teaching). He offered his hand to take the bow, "May I?" He asked, "I would like to give you a few pointers if it is alright with you."

 

Phaedra smiled, seating herself close beside the other half-Fae, facing him. She leaned forward slightly to peek into his belongings as he rummaged through them - somewhat nosy, if only due to her insatiably curious nature.
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"Understandably. I am probably less equipped physically for a fight than you are, though." She tittered. Seeing his mild embarrassment, she made a point to flex. The tiniest peaks of muscle - pathetically undeveloped - appeared as she flexed her arms and Phaedra grinned. "So you certainly beat me there. No need to be a towering mass of a man to do what you need to."
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She watched his face as his expression turned thoughtful, admiring the strange, almost completely foreign, features that Foxrun had compared to her own. There was some very minor similarities - pointed ears, finely defined features, and slight, petite figures - but, overall, they were quite different. Diversity intrigued her more than anything, so seeing another half-Fae was exciting to her in a way. In this fact, at least, she wasn't alone and she strangely felt a little closer to Foxrun for it, though they hardly spoke to one another.
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"Well, what else had your mother taught you?" Her head tilted slightly to the side, odd-colored eyes bright and attentive on the current victim of her interest. "Personally, back when I lived in the mountains, I loved carving sculptures from ice and snow, for one thing."
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She offered a small fact about herself, hoping to help coax something out of Foxrun. He seemed to be fairly open to sharing information about himself - to which Phaedra was over the moon about - but it simply appeared that he needed a little jump-start to his brainstorming.

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He noticed how she leaned, curiosity was certainly driving her now. His satchel held only a few things really. The maybe palm sized (his own of course) tub of the red paint, the vial of oil, and a small brush to match. And oddly enough, some loose stones he had thought appealing, and a bag for his coin. Even a few other odd small objects littered what she could see in the bag. He only laughed lightly at how she pressed to know, well everything, but in a way that didn't come off as rude. "Ice sculpting? That's pretty impressive." He glanced at her from the side, setting the bag away and opening the paint, holding it out to see if she would like to inspect it first. "Well, I learned basket weaving and knot tying from her. She had me help with her own hobbies and business. She loved searching for materials in order to make the oddest of arrangements. Hence why I learned such things. And also explains part of why I'm handy on a ship. Lots and lots of different knots." He grinned as she literally seemed to analyze even the tiniest thing he would do, turning to face her as well. "Really she taught me more meaningful things about stuff too. Like with feeling the energy around you. Or how even an inanimate object holds energy, soaking it up from those who have been near it. Although I believe the level she taught me of it, is actually something to do with her magic. But I could easily be wrong." He then turned her own bit of information against her "so who, if anybody, taught you to sculpt? And have you tried with any other material?"


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Gently taking the pot of red paint in her hands, her eyes shifted from Foxrun to the thick crimson fluid. Her head tilted from side to side again as she inspected the paint before handing it back with a smile, continuing the conversation seamlessly. Though her attention was divided, Phaedra could pay attention. She was a master at keeping multiple trains of thought going at once by now.
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"Oh, what is that called? Shadow-reading or psychometry, I believe." Phaedra nodded slowly, answering her own questions as she absorbed the information. "That's very interesting.. I suppose that's why you hadn't gotten as sick as I had in the kingdom's ruins. You were trained to observe such energy. I had a more formal training, though that wasn't included in the curriculum. My teacher - and adopted father - didn't have much talent for reading the energy buried in objects, being only human."
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As she had the tables turned on her and had a question fired back at her, Phaedra's smile widened slightly. She had found a kindred spirit.
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"Nobody had really taught me. I would frequently wander the mountains alone in my spare time, leaving my adoptive father to his research." She began, becoming thoughtful herself. "It was genuinely done out of boredom and ended up becoming quite fun. I never tried with other material, however. I enjoy the idea of my art never becoming permanent, though. You can never make the same thing twice and I like that."
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She quickly stopped herself after that, feeling that she had spoken too long about herself, giving a sheepish smile.
"Perhaps I could try sketching, but I've never tried. I'm unsure if it would translate well on to paper." Phaedra shifted the conversation, gently, in another direction. "What is your mother like, Foxrun? You speak of her so fondly and you say you get your looks from her. She must be a very fine woman."
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Outwardly, Phaedra's expression was warm and gentle - if curious - but internally, she couldn't help but feel her heart ache. Foxrun's mother sounded like everything her own wasn't.

@GalacticRam
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He nodded at her mention of its name, "you're partially right. The psychometric part helped build a small tolerance, it just took some extra honing to not feel so ill. Trust me, I've been there a few times too many when getting in over my head." Another hint at getting himself into trouble. He then made a small mention of the sculpting again "you could wood carve? And then burn it? Same principle as the ice melting, sort of." He offered a genuine smile, not minding her sharing her own stories, enjoying it even. 


As she changed direction of the subject, he took a moment to think on it, dipping the brush tip a few times into the paint "she was a very warm person. Enough to blind me as a kid." He actually laughed a bit "I looked up to her immensely. Always happy. Always caring. And eager to help anyone. Getting over petty things in a single moment because she wanted nothing more than to cherish her time." It was apparent how true he spoke, the emotion showing openly. "She loved life." He stated, lifting the brush towards her "keep still." He noted before continuing "that's putting it as simply as possible. But, she could be very naive. Not that I knew it back then, but looking back on it, she was." It was troubling to find fitting words to describe someone he had long thought indescribable. Even if she were not his mother, she would have been just as hard to put into words.


@TeeKay
 
"Huh? Oh, yeah. I am. Trying." Valeiah had been focused on where the elf had made her exit. She handed him the bow. "I just figured getting up close and comfortable with something isn't the best way to kill it." She showed him her dagger and dropped it back into her bag. "And, well, Oceana offered to teach me."


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"AAaah." He had to stop himself, as he suddenly felt just a little overwhelmed, and ridiculously unqualified to explain everything. He smiled, although a bit sheepishly, but it took him only a few seconds to push through his uncertainty. "Sure! Yeah. Um, ok so. I guess I'm not the best storyteller, but uh. Svetlana told her story of... well, basically how Algoran got to be how it is. I kind of feel like it's not my story to tell though, since it's really personal for her and Yaroslav. They've both been alive for a very long time - since they were dragon blessed, although I don't really know at what time - and were alive even before the kingdom of Algoran was formed. Now that I think about it, it seems pretty crazy that... during their lifespans, they saw a whole kingdom rise and fall..." He paused for a moment, feeling the very weight of that reality. 


"Before the reign of Algoran came to be, there was a bigger threat to all of the people on this realm that caused all of six tribes to band together. There were intruders that were coming in from the seas, with fleets of ships and powerful naval forces. The guy who saw the threat and brought everyone together was named Jor I think. Svetlana became a trusted adviser of his - and then, eventually, his son Algoran too, since Jor died in battle. Eventually they were able to push back the invaders, winning, and Algoran was made king. Each tribe offered a special, magical stone, to put on his crown, as a symbol of their unity under his leadership, and the magic they all possessed. And that crown is what we're going after... it was always a picture of unity and hope for the people of Algoran."


"The thing is though, that we thought the crown would all be in one piece. But when we found it deep inside the castle, - and you were with us then - all of the gemstones were gone. So we just have the headpiece. Now we have to find all of the gems... and we have reason to believe they were all hidden in the original places they were from, from the original tribes... so our journey is now much longer than all of us anticipated."


"But I... I think it's better this way. Not because it's easier, but because hopefully, by the end of all of this, when we finally have the crown and its gems as a whole, we'll all be unified too. I think that that will be just as important as having the magic of the crown to help us to ultimately, take back Algoran. I don't think we'll be able to face that... final battle, I guess, unless if we're all together and close. And stuff like that - relationships, even simple ones - they take time. Which we now have a lot more of, even if it's out of necessity, since we really have no other choice if we want to find all the gems."


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Once Nameen had sorted her things in the wagon she started back down the corridor she had just come from.  This particular one was open above her, rather than having a ceiling, so blinking stars were visible up above her along with their backdrop of black night.  The air of the desert night was chilly, but Nameen enjoyed it as opposed the heat from that afternoon.  She grimaced, knowing that she was probably going to be out there again tomorrow.  


Being alone Nameen felt calmer, and with a clear head she began to think about her eye and everything that Bo had told her.  She began a process of trying to fit the new information she had gained together with the tidbits that she already knew.  


Nameen was so mentally focused that she could barely make out the ramblings coming from Oceana, who was just around the bend.  She stepped around the corner at her brisk pace and was greeted by the sight of her elven companion leaning against the wall, staring up at the night sky.  


Nameen was started out of her thoughts, stopping abruptly.  "Oh- hello," she said awkwardly, wondering if she was interrupting anything.  It was then she noticed the frustrated expression set upon Oceana's face.  


"Is something wrong?" She inquired carefully.  


@OlKaJa77
 
Oceana was so caught up in her own rambling and tumbling thoughts that the normally clunky human caught her off guard.


A rare thing.


The elf flushed crimson.


Turning away she stammered,


"I'm fine...." She blinked. She didn't remember this one's name."...human" was how she awkwardly addressed the other young woman.


She shook her head.


Maybe this is Jakodi's guiding hand. 


Deciding to take a leap of faith, the elf maiden inquired,


"Do you know anything about teaching? Or archery?" 


She hated the way her voice cracked on the edge of her question. Hated how vulnerable it sounded.


She hoped the human didn't notice.


@Rydellius
 
      Hjalmar listened intently, eventually stopping his work having been sucked into the story. When Bo finished, Hjalmar leaned back, "That does give it more meaning." He said, continuing to sharpen his knife, though he was almost done, "Almost makes it a little more important than the money... but just a little bit." He laughed.


(Agh, sorry it's short! And no, your description was on point!!!)
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      "Ah, she did, did she?" Yaroslav grasped the bow, "That is a good idea you have there. Being able to fight long distance weapons is helpful, especially when fighting oft finds you." He took a few steps with Valeiah towards the target, "It looks like she already taught you the basics, but let me try teaching you a little differently." He stated, taking a position closer to the target, hoping she could start close, and slowly make her way to long distance.


      He drew back the string, but at a halfdraw since the bow was too short for him. He was accustomed to long bows anyway, and this was a recurve, "Now, when you do it, you will want to pull back until your knuckles are touching your cheek." He explained, "There are mechanics when handling a bow of course, as any weapon does. But it is not just about the method, it also about the feeling." His gazed at the target, "You must not only see with your eyes, but also with your instinct, your gut. A weapon is not just a tool, it is an extension of your body. It takes practice to grow accustomed to it, like a babe learning how to walk. But eventually, with effort and willpower, just as someday a babe will grow and run, your weapon will become apart of you and work with you. Hitting your target will become just as easy as breathing." He exhaled and released the arrow, dust puffed out from the target as the tip met the bulls eye.


      He smiled, and handed the bow back to Valeiah, "Do not be afraid to miss, do not worry about being perfect. I find that striving for perfection is a distraction that causes you to miss, just as much as an unsteady hand... A babe will trip and fall before learning to run, but it is in that tripping and falling that gets them there. Failure is a step to success..." He took a step back, giving her some space, "Draw back, relax, let the world fall away and focus only on the target. Take a deep breath, and let the arrows fly and land where they may."

 
Nameen arched her eyebrow at human, but kept quiet.  She'd been called much worse things in the past, so a simple human from an elf who didn't seem to remember her name didn't bother her.  At least not very much.


Her face fell into a frown when Oceana inquired about teaching and archery, of all things.  She shifted uncomfortably.  Nameen had no experience at all with either thing, never having been in one place for long enough to teach anyone anything even if she had wanted to.  As for archery, Nameen had chosen the sword to be her weapon, and had stuck with the sword only.  Close combat was where she felt the most confident, and she imagined herself being quite woeful with a bow.


"No, sorry," she told Oceana stiffly. 


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Oceana deflated at the human's answer.


"I expected as much. I donnae really know how to teach either. Even though it's something I love."


She turned away, going back to the open training field where she saw Valeiah training with Yaroslav. 


She smiled a small, bitter smile.


Striding up to them she called,


"Stole my pupil, I see."


They both looked at her strangely as she approached to a few strides away.


"It's better this way though."


Bright, sea-green eyes turned upward, avoiding eye contact with them.


"I cannae teach you, Valeiah."


she mumbled, sad and bitter.


"I can only teach you how to be something a human can never be; an elf. Because that's all I am. Even if the rest of my clan treated me like an animal, that's all I'll ever be. An elf. Just like them."


Turning once again to leave, or to hide her face, Oceana sniffed.


"Thanks for your help, Yaroslav."


"I'm sorry Valeiah."


And with the sour taste of her humiliation burning her throat, the elf maiden strode away, her footsteps as light and graceful as ever.


@Lo Alyssa @Rydellius @Danika
 
Bo laughed as well, "Well, you know what they say! Money can't buy happiness. Or love. Or... friendship. I don't even know if it can buy you freedom," he pondered, tilting his head to the side thoughtfully and looking up. "In fact, most people are a slave to it. Money, I mean. But it's also like, necessary for the economy and stuff and blah blah blah, however the world needs to function or whatever. Although I'm sure there are communities and places where they share everything, or barter and stuff." He gave a dismissive wave of his hand. "Pff. I dunno. But yes! You're very right. It is more - even if just a little - more important than the money!" He said smiling, giving a thumbs up with the swing of his arm, and a comical wink. 


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Phaedra hung on every word that spilled from Foxrun's lips, lips twitching slightly upward as she did her very best to keep still as instructed and not break into a giant smile. The love and respect that Foxrun held for his mother was obvious and that happiness that infectious. Despite her own aching heart, it was very heartwarming to hear and it uplifted her spirits.
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"She sounds absolutely beautiful." She finally replied, quiet for the entire time he spoke. "She seems like the perfect mother. What a fortunate thing for you to have."
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There wasn't a trace of bitterness in her voice as she said this. No, she was very sincere. Phaedra genuinely wanted others to have their happiness and it was pleasant to hear that someone had some of that during their childhood. From what little she had eavesdropped in passing or gleaned herself from the others over time, many of those in their group did not have the best childhood. Their troubled pasts were the most apparent when Svetlana first revealed her and Yaroslav's story during their first camp together.
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"I would love to meet such a lovely woman." Phaedra said softly, trying her best not to distract Foxrun from his work, but still trying to keep a conversation going with him.
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"She is beautiful. In a different way to me than most people see her though. Being a nymph, not many chose to see past her physically. Yes, she is stunning, but her personality more so." He grinned, almost puffing with pride at the compliments she gave regarding his mom. He slowly lined beneath one of her eyes. Letting the brush flow steady against her skin, careful to not shake and ruin the line, or worse, Stab her eye....


"Thank you for the questions. It's nice to have a meaningful conversation." He smiled softly, he had caught on to the way she reacted at certain bits he had said. He couldn't be sure, but it seemed she had not had such a pleasant experience as he did. He wanted to ask about it, but hesitant to cause her any unease seeing as she was in such a joyous mood. So he bit his tongue, focusing on doing the other eye instead. Although he was sure it was more than noticeable by his abrupt silence, that he was holding something back.


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Valeiah silently listened to Yaroslav's words. She sort of hated the long explanations, but appreciated it at the same time. She had been just about to try and shoot again when the salt queen walked up to them, made a dramatic speech, and started to walk away again.


"It's not gonna hurt for me to have two teachers." She called after the elf. "Maybe you could make some, uh, friends? Since it doesn't seem like you have many at the moment. Not all humans are nasty liars that want to throw you in the dirt."


She had meant to say something to her in a nice, friendly, even sweet way, but that wasn't usually how her mouth decided to spit out the words. It actually sounded a little hostile.


@OlKaJa77 @Lo Alyssa
 
      Hjalmar chuckled a bit, but then went quiet... Bo's words rung in his head, 'I don't even know if it can by you freedom'...


      "You're probably right..." Hjalmar said quietly. He sheathed his knife, having finished sharpening all his weapons, "I suppose 'thief' is just a fancy word for slave, driven by a lust for treasure and gold, believing it will deliver them to a happier life." He added, he didn't mean to utter that last part out loud. Realizing his mouth had poured out a private thought, he stuck his weapons to the side and decided to organize his large assortment of bags filled with gadgets and gizmos he used in a tight squeeze. He was usually fairly good at keeping up with conversations and leading them where he wished, as that was needed to distract certain folk he wanted to steal from, but he couldn't find the words.


      What Bo had said only solidified the reality Hjalmar had been denying. Money wasn't going to save him, and it would only be a matter of time before he would have to face his all that he was running from. He gave a smile though, and kept that thought quiet. His true apprehension and mood could not be read on his face, not unless you were a particularly perceptive person.



 
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      Yaroslav sighed, "Try what I showed you. I will be back in a moment." He said to Valeiah before leaving to follow Oceana.


      Turning in front of her to block her from leaving, he looked into her eyes, "You can teach her." He said bluntly, "I have been taught by all manner of peoples; dwarves, elves, and dragons alike. Our physical appearances play absolutely no part in what we can learn from one another." He exhaled, "You need to have more faith in yourself, baana."


('Baana' is a commonly used word for 'friend,' er- commonly used word from where Yaroslav is from... he doesn't use it all that often though, but that's only because he's never had someone he could use it with).
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Oceana sighed loudly, growing tired of trying to put on a friendly facade.


"Look" she said, staring right up at the big man, gaze unwavering. "I've only had elven teachers. And I'm an elf. I'm nae well versed in the struggles of humans. Elves are practically born with the grace and senses to be a hunter."


Oceana narrowed her eyes, the elegant lines of her tattoos shifting with the motion.


"And if you think the only difference between us is physical appearance then you're already off base."


She crossed her arms, the wiry muscle in her arms tensing. Her top jaw grinded into the other.


She was reluctant to speak civilly anymore but something at the end of what Yaroslav said caused her anger to melt somewhat.


"Fine" she grumbled.


"Fine I'll teach her more later but..."


The elf bit her lip, cheeks growing warm.


"B-but only if you help me."


She finally ground out, her pride bruising with every word.


"We'll trade off or something."


Sighing irately again, Oceana kicked at some sand, looking like a scolded child.


"Anyway shouldnae we settle down soon?"


She kicked more sand.


"We've got a lot ahead of us. I'd prefer to get a wee bit of rest before I get mangled by some desert creature out there."


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Bo titled his head ever so slightly to the side, silently and briefly observing Hjalmar. He didn't consider himself the most perceptive person, but he caught on to the change in volume and tone. He didn't know what, but judging on the nature of what he had said, he figured that Hjalmar wasn't just talking generally. There really was no way he could be. He was talking about thieves being slaves... so, he must feel like one then. For whatever reason. "Well if you put it that way, I don't suppose it'd be much of a leap to go and say we're all slaves to something, then. Apart from the literal definition of the word, we're all slaves to our own desires, if we choose to subject ourselves to them." His overall relaxed countenance remained the same, but he found that he knew very well that Hjalmar was guarded. 


I am too. 


"More often than not... most people find themselves being slaves to their emotions. Their fears, their wants... and I don't think it's ever a bad thing to feel. It's healthy, really. But we don't have to let our emotions rule us... you know?" He didn't really expect an answer. It was an open ended, mostly rhetorical question. Hence, why he continued. "All of that to say, that you don't have to... worry too much, about your - well, our, as people - selfish or lustful nature. Because really, it starts with being aware of what's going on inside of you. If you don't know something's off, then you won't know it's wrong. Like, if you start to take the time to think about why you're doing things and what for... then you actually start to change. Hopefully, for the better. At least, that's how I've noticed that I slowly became a better person. Hah, not that I'm saying I'm great or anything - god knows I've got issues - heck, I only say that because I'm acutely aware of what a shitbag I was years ago." He let out a small laugh, smiling to himself. He did however, find he went off on a branch he hadn't really planned on. He cleared his throat a little before continuing. 


"Look, kid," He quickly corrected himself. " -Hjalmar." He probably didn't want to be called kid. "I don't know what's going on with you, or what you're thinking, but whatever it is, just know that you don't have to go through all of this alone. As weird and new and hard that is to hear - because believe me, I've been in a similar position, at least, in not knowing how to take it - just know it's true. You've got all of us. And while I honestly can't attest to everyone's character, I do know there are a lot of good, genuinely kind people in our group who will want to help."


"As I said before. We're all in this together, and we're going to be together for a long while. Eventually - and I know I for one will let everyone take their time, but - eventually we'll get to know each other more."


He paused, letting out a short sigh before giving a small but warm smile. "And hopefully, we'll all be friends. And maybe then... you'll be happier than you would with treasure or gold."


@Lo Alyssa tfw Bo do you want to open up a shrink office omg,,,   wow he talks a lot rip me
 
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Valeiah scampered over to the both of them excitedly. She then proceeded to try and hook her arms around both of their necks. She got her arm around Oceana's but Yaroslav was too tall and she couldn't reach. So she gave up and resorted to grabbing his arm instead. 


"Hey guys... Check out what I did." She pointed at her arrow, which was in the center of the target. She planted her hands on her hips proudly, then whispered to them, "I actually just stuck it in there, but it still looks cool, right? I feel like I shot it there even though I didn't."


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At first Oceana was a little shocked, fully believing Valeiah had shot a bullseye.


Until she leaned in and told them she didn't.


Oceana bonked her on the head with a fist.


"You! I actually believed you did it for a second!"


When the human gave her look after she was bonked, the elf laughed out loud, the sound like tumbling river stones.


She laughed until there were tears in her eyes.


"Really now!" She huffed, still chuckling, "Donnae trick me like that."


@Danika @Lo Alyssa
 
      "Of course, I will help you." Yaroslav smiled under his red beard. His eyes furrowed together though when he felt a small hand reach for his neck, but then wrap around his waist instead, pulling him and Oceana together. It was Valeiah. She boasted of her amazing shot, which was nonsense, no one got the bulls eye on the first try. He squinted at the target, then at her. He rolled his eyes and lumbered over to the target, removing the rickety arrow, "If you had shot it from that distance, it would be in deeper than this." He said gruffly, "I am not so easy to trick, little gremlin." He chuckled at her attempt though, and was quite amused.



 
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      Though Hjalmar didn't return Bo's gaze, he smiled, "Perhaps... someday..." He said quietly. More than anything, a part of him wanted nothing more than to let people in, to trust someone and know that trust wasn't misplaced. But another part of him recalled all the times he had placed his faith in the wrong person, and he was left all alone, struggling to get by. Did real friends exist? That was a question he often found himself asking.


      "I must say, I haven't had this much fun in a long time." He said with a laugh, setting his things to the side, "Regardless of the ugly daemons, scorching sun, and nearly drowning. It's far better than the life of a thief." Or at least, the type of thief he was classified as. Being in a debt you couldn't pay off was no fun, "But maybe it's all the danger and close calls that make it so exciting! Especially when it has a higher purpose. It's more than just surviving, it's about the greater good." He mused.

 
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      "Nah." Yaroslav waved the arrow for emphasis, "It looks much cooler when in someone's head, right between their eyes." He gave her a raised eyebrow and a cheeky smile.

 
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