Re: Hold My Hand Through the Night

Wed Jan 22, 2020 8:37 pm

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He would take her hand, his rather callous one perhaps a contrast o her own. He held on firmly, and truth be told he hadn't 'held hands' for quite some time.

"Ahh I see. Perhaps we could construct something like a pitt? Only ankle deep with soft earth edges. Perhaps once that is done we can have grass, laid within the pitt for a softer surface. Although I assume this game is played shoeless so bare dirt may be better."

The man would offer the suggestion as he brought a hand to his chin, examining the feel. For a moment his eyes would close, before suddenly opening with some intensity. The blue eye of his would begin to glow, a very subtle clicking sound would be heard as he began to see the field in a new way. An ariel view allowing him to gain the perfect measurements he would need, along with the grand scheme of things.

He'd let out a thoughtful hum, before nodding. He had what he needed to along with a little bit of mental gymnastics he would be able to get this done shortly. Once he was given the final bit of instruction he'd set to work, using careful techniques to send kinetic forces towards the ground to break up the ground. Using his stone connections to remove any wayward stones, gathering them in a rotating shield before slowly piling them else where. It would take some time and he'd work up a minor sweat, but once the field as made he'd take the excess dirt and begin to build a border.

He'd use his fire ability to slowly heat the stone, as if to harden it and make a dried barrier. It was still hard and of course a bad fall would hurt, but not quite as deadly or unforgiving as stone. Such was the nature of sports. But once all was said and done, and time passed he would be approaching evening as he rubbed his sweat drenched forehead.

A field had been erected, the measurements having been perfectly calculated. He'd look to her, huffing slightly hands on hips.

"Looks good, it could use some false grass. I could make a call to have some delivered within the next day or so, but like I said- dirt may be better for bare feet." A smile was offered.

Wed Jan 22, 2020 9:00 pm

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"That sounds lovely. Some people wear shoes and others don't. I personally like feeling the dirt in between my feet but there are situations where I require them obviously."

Sure enough though she watched him work, trying to avoid interrupting him as he did the work. It was quite impressive but the work was finally done and the sun was beginning to set, she stretched when he finally finished and she walked up to gently wipe the sweat off his brow with her cloak.

"Thank you very much for that, your help has saved a great deal of time and means a lot to me Atlas."

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Thu Jan 23, 2020 12:38 am

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"I can see the appeal."

The man would comment with a brief smile as she went to wipe his brow, appreciating the effort. Truth be told the touch of a woman dabbing his forehead after a hard day's work was.. nice. He'd gaze at her curiously, knowing she simply wished to be courteous he assumed.

"People are not as touchy in the capital. It is as nice change of pace. But I assume this is nearing the dinner time; is there anywhere I am to stay?"

Thu Jan 23, 2020 12:45 am

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"People are less intimate in the capital I have noticed yes but I find everyone attached to this land is very close to me even if they are much less physical about it. It's a spiritual thing with the continent."

With the mention of dinner she nodded and gestured for him to follow along.

"Yes, you can stay with me. I will prepare some food, I'm sorry Atlas but it will be hardly as pretty as the captial but a seasoned man like yourself must understand our preferred lifestyle leaves us often preparing less pretty meals. The times we have feasts though it can get quite over the top."

She laughed to herself at that part while leading him to a small looking place. Much like herself as a whole it looked much more traditional than the other infrastructure. Still looking like a tent that was covered in animal skins than any real modern home.

"Right this way."

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Thu Jan 23, 2020 1:16 am

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"It is a shame really, consider we are more prone to strike one another out of love than to embrace another in a hug. But both I suppose display affection." The man would remark thoughtfully, knowing full well the Vastimian spirit encouraged competition between brothers. It was that love of conflict which spurned them to do great, which caused others to embrace such a life. But.. to show love like this was nice.

As he followed her he'd take in the sights of the village once more. To see people who lived in such austere conditions yet live so happily, in some way it reminded him of the cossacks. It cause a smile, remembering fond moments of the past. As they entered into her hut he'd look around taking the sights in.

"Perhaps I can assist in cooking? Are we going to have to share the same bed in such a small hut?" He'd chuckle, clearly joking.

Thu Jan 23, 2020 6:57 am

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"Indeed, whether rough or soft the two inherently are done on the same principle. Natural even, like the wind's breeze and the sea's tides."

Once he got into her little spot it would become more apparent by the fact it was only one room. There was a fire pit in the middle while to one side there was just a pile of blankets and pillows rather than any kind of actual bed.

"I'm quite alright cooking and I would like to do it to show my appreciation for your work you did today. I would be a terrible host to allow you to do even more, as for sleeping I had intended that if you didn't mind. Although tonight I'll probably start your recovery process so having you sleep here would probably be for the best."

With that said she got right into preparing a meal, grabbing some meat to toss into a pot with assorted vegetables being cut up and tossed in to. Given the lack of walls she didn't shoot down any attempts at socialising he wanted to try to keep it from getting too quiet. She did like having guests.

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Fri Jan 24, 2020 12:17 am

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"Of course, and if you so wish I will simply settle myself with observing on the pillow."

The man would reply taking it in stride, sitting on the pillows. He'd somewhat half-lay down and half sit as he watched her set to the work. His keen intellect seemingly just taking in the food she was using, perhaps he would replicate it within his home. But as time ticked on he would attempt to make that small talk, simply getting to know her.

"To my knowledge, your blood is regarded among the nobility in Vastime. But I have little to never seen you act within the Cortes. I believe your family offers a representative? How do your people view the war effort?"

Sun Jan 26, 2020 5:09 am

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"Mhm. His majesty sought to recognise me after I offered assistance in gathering support for the more remote tribes of Africa to join under the Iron Banner while I made great strides trying to promote our cultures blending but I am quite busy and I struggle with more finer matters of politics so my family handles all that."

Speaking while she tossed all the meat and vegtables into a stew, it didn't look fancy at all but there was some spices tossed in to make the whole meal a little more interesting. She didn't want to serve him something boring.

"I'm a much better people person."

When he asked about the war she looked solemn.

"Most of them support it, there is a bit of a regret that many of them cannot offer much. Many of us do not have any kind of power and the ones that do have power are very weak comparative to something like a hollow or demon but the odd person will leave to join the effort but it's hard to spare manpower when we rely on being a community to share the workload, so it is a balancing act."

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Sun Jan 26, 2020 5:51 am

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"But you do your duty by simply living, Arjana. While the war requires it's toll of blood it is through the actions of those home, who tend the nation in our abscene, that we are able to perform such feats. You help your nation, merely by helping your community. So never fear as if you are not doing your part."

The man would speak truthfully, if not a bit factually. It came from the heart but the simple nature was that a army ran on it's nation. It needed to rely upon those at home to make sure when they returned, there was a world waiting for them. It was too often he saw soldiers cast aside in other nations, to be thrown into the grinder of war only to be forgotten. Here, he saw something different.

Perhaps it gave him a level of humanity he lacked.

But he watched her once more make the stew sitting up as his legs crossed. As the sun began to set he could feel the cool air beginning to invade. Such was the nature of Africa, one he had grown to accept.

"Truth be told, the work at home is arguably more important than the work of soldiery. Least, we forget what we fight for."

Sun Jan 26, 2020 6:00 am

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"Yes. I know regardless I am infinitely better here than I could be on a foreign land. I have only been out of this country once Atlas but that one time I felt so disconnected and powerless... Stranded in an ocean with no point of reference, a sky full of foreign stars."

Her imagery could be a little confusing that she tried to translate her point of view through but water and the sky were two very strong visual themes for her whenever it came to her powers and so it made the most sense to her.

Taking the stew off and serving it into two dishes with some spoons she crawled over to sit next to him on the pillows before handing one to him.

"Enjoy. I hope it is nice against the cold."

After she said that she started eating, blowing softly on her food before taking a mouthful.

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