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OOC: I wanted to restart something with my revised character: Layana. So if interested in joining this thread, please PM me so we can plot ^_^
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The seagulls call was enough to lull the lazy girl to sleep. This particular part of the ritual was the most boring, not to mention, the most uncomfortable, for she would be alone in this shallow boat for three days without so much as a drink of water or bite to eat. And if Layana was lucky, it wouldn't rain. And thankfully the surf was the calmest on this side of the isle. But ugh, was this dreadfully boring as she kicked one leg against the side of the wooden boat and wilted through a sigh.

She supposed a 'Goddess' would find other means to amuse herself, and granted, she had already used some of her powers for that purpose, but not being a real Goddess (despite the villagers enthusiasm that she was so), she found that her mortality (and in that sense, her guilt) weighed upon in a restless manner until the drifting boat eventually rocked her to sleep.

And there she lay, a picture of perfection and grace, with her hair adorned in jewels and twisted seashell decore, and a bra top encrusted in a similar fashion with vibrant blue 'wings' sweeping over her form as a sort of blanket to keep her warm. She was also thankful for that- that the winds and seas of the Yoreiqi island was warm, and the cold from her former 'home' long lost to her now, (even if she was immensely home sick), as she dreamt of a time long past.

And while the sun was still hanging lazily over the horizon, it's rays were golden and beautiful- like the painted skin of the girl sleeping below her warmth, as the dazzling rays stretched across the ocean like jewels. And like every year the ceremony where the 'Sun' Goddess and her 'Beauty' were 'reunited' with her mother in the sky, Layana just had to wait it out until it was time to go back to the island for another year of endless praises and miracle 'healings'. But for now the beautiful girl slept, her hair splayed out around her and twinkling like the fading rays of the sun.
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Cambie

Jocelyn awoke with a start.

He was lying on his back in the shallows of a beach as the gentle tides lapped up and down around him. The wet sand beneath his body was smooth and fine to the touch, with few rocks or shells digging into his skin. The tropical sun was nearing its zenith in the sky; bright hot rays shone down upon his face, warming the bronzed skin of his face, drying up the small beads of ocean water still clinging to his brow. Just laying there for the moment he could hear the soft cry of seagulls as they lazily floated overhead.

All around his motionless figure, up and down the beach for hundreds of feet, lay flotsam and jetsam from a wrecked schooner. The small ship had been part of a convoy of three ships, carrying as part of its cargo several crates packed with magical artifacts recently excavated from the ruins of some long-forgotten civilization. They had been making good time for Serendipity when rough seas and a heavy storm separated the three ships, with this smallest one struggling against the mighty elements.

The crash of waves had nearly capsized the little two-masted ship, and had eventually driven it up against a formation of rocks just off the coast of one of these unnamed isles, savagely tearing the ship in two. These two sections of the ship now also lay on the beach, the bow covered in ragged seaweed and resting gently on the sandbar a hundred feet from him, the stern section upside down and further down the beach. Its cargo had become dislodged in the water and was likely strewn all about the island by now. The rest of the ship's five crewmen were nowhere in sight, presumably lost at sea.

But he could see none of it.

Slowly and with a low groan of pain the young man opened his eyes to nothing. He blinked his eyes several times to combat the sting of prolonged exposure to salt water, but aside from the feeling of irritation in his irises nothing more came from those orbs, amber irises glazed over with a milky opaqueness. Raising a hand to gingerly touch his blind eyes, the sudden sickening realization dawned over him.

He sat up from the water with almost alarming speed. As he did he let out a long gasp and immediately clutched at his right arm, which hung limply at his side. All he could feel was the searing pain shooting up and down it and into his shoulder. He smelled the faint smell of blood and immediately realized that it was broken. But that pain was not even on the forefront of his mind, as he desperately turned his head blindly, heart racing as he thought: where was his Cloth?! Without it, he was completely helpless in his disability.

Somewhere to his left and down the beach he sensed something. In the blackness of his vision a shimmering appeared, so very faint and far away. It was almost like looking at a wisp of white smoke in a dark room, but it brought about Jocelyn both a sense of relief and a renewed sense of urgent desperation. He had an ability to sense magic nearby, and an ability to recognize patterns of magic much like how a seamstress might admire the intricate needlework of a noble's silk scarf.

He'd worn that Cloth over his eyes for over twenty years now, and he would know the intricate and unique pattern of woven magical threads anywhere. The blindfold had ironically allowed him to "see" the material world, recognize the outlines of objects around him. With it, he could live a passable life. Without it, he was just dead weight.

Struggling to his feet, he started dragging himself across the beach toward the source of that 'light'. He took all of five steps before his feet tripped over the shattered mast of his ship where it lay on the beach, and crashed to the sand with a clumsy thud. On impact, the agony shot up his right arm again and he let out a pained scream.

Lying there in the sand, he breathed heavily and fought to regain his composure. He gritted his teeth together, willing the pain to go away, before calling out hoarsely into the wilderness of the isle:

"Hello? Is anybody there? Help..."

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A sudden thunk against the side of her small boat made the young woman groan. She wasn't completely happy something woke her from her slumber, but when she sat up and saw a pair of large eyes staring back at her- she screamed.

It took nearly toppling out and capsizing her small boat to realize that what was bobbing beside her boat and GAZING back at her, was none other than nearly human sized, bear carved statue made of wood. ANd it's painted eyes were staring at her from where they were painted timelessly across it's face. She grimaced at that, but sighed with relief it wasn't some shark or enemy tribesman. That could have been awkward.. and more scary.

"Geeze, what's a painted bear doing in the ocean. I wonder if there was a shipwreck?" Puffing her cheeks out, she held a breath in contemplation before she furrowed her brows as she scanned the ocean. At first she saw nothing, but noted a few pieces of debris floating near the shore line. Tilting her head, it was  difficult her to make out what was over there, but judging by the distance of the fire on the island, her tribe was no where near the coast. Meaning they might miss out on these sorts of goods.

Turning back to the bear, she planted her hands on her hips and made a few peculiar faces at it, then giggled and patted the bear upon the head.
"It looks like it's just you and me, Mr. Bear."
THen she made the bear speak Yoreiqi (naturally, using her own voice, only deeper) and feigned surprise herself in order to respond.

"Oh, you speak the native's tongue? I see! You must be coming home from a long journey. Just where have you come from?"
And she made the bear retort in Yoreiqi again as she smirked.
"Well it's a pleasure to meet you! Perhaps, when these three days are over, I can bring you back home with me and keep you in my hut. What do you say?"
The bears squealed voice revealed his enthusiasm as Layana clapped her hands together and shouted, "Great!"

But another voice, not quite hers or the bears, didn't sound so great as she thought she heard a cry for help.
"Huh?"

Blinking, she peered over her shoulder out into the ocean.. but saw nothing. Frowning, she shrugged and sat back, peering up at the sky, and the still setting sun as she sighed. Day one wasn't even over yet and she was already hearing things and making friends with a wooden bear. This was going to be a very, very long three days.
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Cambie

Of course his cries went unnoticed. He was blind, injured, and stranded on a beach of some unknown locale, likely a tiny desert island filled with all manners of nasty creatures. It was probably one of the artifacts he'd excavated, some cursed idol that brought bad luck to its bearers. Of course he should have analyzed the pieces before he shipped them home! What an absolute moron he was. And now they were all probably sinking to the bottom of the ocean.

"Jocelyn, what were you thinking? You idiot." He let out a feverish laugh at his own stupidity.

When the pain in his broken arm subsided enough for him to sit back up, Jocelyn used his teeth and his good arm to tear the sleeve of his shirt, fashioning it into a sling around his neck. Then he climbed back to his feet and once more turned his blind eyes toward the magical emanation further down the beach. He was more careful this time, slowly sliding forward step by step, carefully feeling for broken beams or shattered barrels that had washed up onto the beach. He couldn't tell how long it took, but the closer he got to the enchanted Cloth lying in the sand, the stronger his perception of its magical energies grew.

Finally, he reached the Cloth and collapsed beside it with ecstatic laughter. He snatched it up and, with difficulty, managed to wrap the blindfold around his already blind eyes. And just like that the pitch black became a greyish-white canvas with the colorless outlines of his surroundings visible in shades of dark and light. This was him "seeing".

Peering around at the wreckage, his brow furrowed slightly. At first he wondered how we was going to escape this island. And then the more important thought crossed his mind: where did all his excavated treasures go? Did they survive the storm? Jocelyn hadn't even had the chance to study them and unlock their secrets yet...

A sound came from further down the beach or perhaps out to the ocean that stopped him cold. He couldn't be sure, but it sounded like a far-off scream, and then giggling. Maybe it was the heat getting to his head. Or maybe some of his crew survived!

"Henrik? Daniel? Is that you? Are you out there?" he called out into the blue. No reply.

"And this is why I hate the ocean!" he yelled at the water after the fact. Sand had gotten under his white shirt and was beginning to itch something fierce. He climbed back to his feet and slowly waded up to his knees in the warm ocean water.

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Layana, having already grown bored and tired of her new wooden bear she dubbed 'Jeremy', lay back down and sprawled out within her small vessel, her blue eyes cast towards the skies. But she couldn't get herself back to sleep, no matter how many times she closed her eyes or looked over her finger nails or tried talking back to 'Jeremy' again. Though it didn't seem like Jeremy had much of anything interesting to say, and she sighed as she rolled over onto her belly and draped an armed exhaustedly over her face.

And that's when she heard it again. Definitely a voice. And this time the voice wasn't speaking Yoreiqi.
"Huh?"She sat up suddenly, blinking as her eyes scanned the waters. Had her ears deceived her? Was someone calling...
"I hate this ocean!!"

Yeah.. that was definitely a man shouting in common. But who would know common all the way out here in the isles!? This side of the island was rather remote, and as she craned her neck out in attempts to figure out where the voice had come from, the wooden bear floated on up to her and bashed her across the nose.

"OWE! JEREMY!" she shouted in shock, nursing her poor nose, but as the pain subsided, she grumpily pushed the floating bear back and peered back out into the ocean. And then, did something foolish (since she was probably either dreaming or hearing things) and inquired, "Hello? Is someone out there?"

Really.. how strange... But yes... yes...... she decided then and there that clearly she was hearing things and grumpily threw herself back to the floor of her raft and sighed.

"Day one and I'm already thinking I hear someone calling for help."
Though it wasn't an uncommon theme or dream for her, it still made her feel miserable and crabby to consider her mind could so easily play tricks on her. Maybe this is what she gets for just letting the tribe believe she was, in fact, a Goddess... and with a frumpy sigh, she let a playful spark of light cast from her finger tips. Might as well play with her magics. She wasn't going to go back to sleep anytime soon and she was upset at Jeremy. Stupid wooden bear. And she lightly rubbed her nose and frowned at how tender and sore it still felt. It better not have left a mark! How would she explain she got a broken nose from a wooden bear? At least she could heal it, and with a sigh, she let a few small, warming rays of light cast out from her fingers as she cupped her nose and healed it.
"There. Much better," she sighed, drawing her hand away befpre she cast the floating form of Jeremy a mean look before kicking him away.

Sighing, she now lay on her back as she peered up at the sky. Yep. It was still sun set. Still another long Yoreiqi evening. ANd Night couldn't come fast enough.

"Come on day two!" she said with an impatient kick to the side of her boat, and groaned when she heard the wooden bear return and collide with the side of it. "Stop it, Jeremy. You'll splinter the wood."
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Cambie

Standing knee-deep in the water and letting it lap around his legs, Jocelyn breathed in the fresh air. He'd been tasting the ocean's salty spray for weeks now, but those weeks had been cramped in the dark holds of a leaky ship with only the smell of wet wood and brined fish to accompany it. Here, the smells were fresher.

He was starting to get thirsty. And the sun must've started slipping down the horizon by now, not that he could see it. But the burning rays of the sun were no longer as hot against his skin, growing cooler by the minute. He'd have to find shelter on this deserted island and find a way to collect food and water. With only one arm and limited vision only through his enchanted Cloth, it'd be difficult.

But wait... was this island deserted? Jocelyn furrowed his brow and turned his head to around the bend. He swore he heard another shout, and a voice on the wind... What did it say? Was it saying hello? Was someone responding to him?!

And then he sensed it, a convocation of magical energies that seemed to materialize from nowhere and thread together so seamlessly in an intricate weaving. The patterns were unmistakable, even if not exactly like other arcane conjurings he'd felt before. Someone out there was casting a healing spell!

His boots had sunk into the submerged sandbank while standing there, and it was only with an awkward turn and a loud slurping noise that he pulled himself free. He hurriedly stumbled toward where he'd heard the sound and where he'd sensed the magic. There was a small rocky outcropping at the end of the beach. With considerable difficulty he scaled the slimy surface until he stood at the top. There, he gazed intently out to sea.

His Cloth only granted him limited vision, blurred lines against a grey-white canvas. There was definitely a dark mass out there among the moving squiggled lines that signified the gentle ocean waves, but he couldn't quite make it out... and then it dawned on him. It was a boat, and the source of the magic.

"Over here!" He shouted from his perch on the rock, waving his hand desperately at the little boat floating off the coast. "Hey you! You in the boat! Please, look this way! Help!"

He stepped closer to the edge of the rock to try and catch the attention of the craft. Unfortunately for Jocelyn, a nice patch of slippery green slime just happened to be growing on that side of the rock face. With a dismayed yelp his foot slipped dangerously. Next thing he knew, he was tumbling off the rocky formation and into the water below with a loud SPLASH!

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She had tried to close her eyes again to get back to sleep, when the voice came again, this time she knew it was for sure! Her eyes opened suddenly as she sat up and looked around, and this time she was able to spot something- a man.. a man!? Yes! A man, slipping off the formation of rocks along the rocky coast. Cringing as he splashed into the water, she wondered what the heck he was doing.

"Jeremy, it looks like there's a man out there." And as she held her breath, she realized, he was floundering in deep water. "Oh great, he's probably stuck in a rip tide or something."
She cringed at the fact she'd have to play hero. Then her dress and paints would get all wet. She wasn't supposed to come back a mess, and had to be the pristine 'Goddess' they assumed her to be...

But well, she wasn't about to let some poor man drown.
"Well, Jeremy, looks like Day one will be just a little bit eventful. Here's hoping the poor man doens't drown before I get there." And she gave a knowing nod towards Jeremy before hastily dragging the wooden bear into the boat (and the bear, was surprisingly a bit heavier than she would have licked, and it nearly capsized hr as she growled and tried to fix the pain on her arms that began to smear-
But really, it happened within mere seconds and honestly, she should have known better, she had no seconds to spare. After all, she could bring a man back from ALMOST death but not DEATH DEATH. And now with her paddle in hand, she began to frantically make it his way. And as she grew closer towards his floundering form, she found herself pausing in mid paddle as she gaped.

His hair was blonde like HERS.
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Cambie

The single thought that dashed through his mine on that long descent into the water was: Jocelyn, you idiot. He had the good sense to take a large breath before plunging into the cool waves, the push and pull of the waves spinning him around underwater and disorienting him. While he could still 'see' with the blindfold tightly wrapped around his head, it only really distinguished lines. That shimmer of fading light that would have indicated the water's surface was an abstract idea to him, and he couldn't tell which way was up. Frantically, he kicked in whatever direction seemed the right one.

And lucky him this time. His blonde hair, matted down by the weight of the water, burst through the surface and afforded him the brief opportunity to draw another loud breath. He was paddling with his one arm, but his right one still lay limply in that makeshift sling, all but useless in such a situation. The waves continued to batter him around, dangerously close to the rocks off of which he'd just fallen.

Seeing the outline of the approaching boat and its two passengers was almost angelic to him. Mustering up his strength, he kicked half his torso out of the water like a wounded fish and waved his arm up and down for her to see. "This way!" he shouted before his voice was muffled by the rush of water filling his mouth. With another gurgle he slipped back beneath the water. The boots were weighing him down! He tried to kick them off, but only one slipped off his foot and sank into the depths.

The lack of oxygen and the energy spent trying to keep his injured self afloat was beginning to take a toll on him, and Jocelyn found himself fading fast.

What a way to die, he thought to himself, survives a storm and a shipwreck, falls off a rock... And as his consciousness began to fade away, the last thing he felt was the gentle bump of the little boat's hull against his outstretched hand.

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Thankfully the young woman wasn't in too much shock to fail to realize the man was still floundering, so when his hand touched the side of the boat, her own gold painted hand shot out and grabbed it. With a grunt, she tried to heave him in, but it took a few times and she nearly capsized the boat, but when she finally was able to drag him into it, his weight was too much for her as she gasped and his soggy form toppled over top of hers, weighing her down into the wet bottom of her ship (as draggnig in his sorry form had brought in several inches of water) and she lay there now, heart beating rapidly as the blonde hair stranger was suctioned to her like a heavy, wet blanket (or some kind of large barnacle).

Recalling he might be dead or dieing, she shifted beneath him and used her one free arm to shake his shoulder- not realizing it was the broken arm.
"Hello? Hey... hey, Blondie. You awake?" and she shook him again, though perhaps she should have gone easy on the shaking, for Jeremy, the wooden bear, had lost his footing (whihc was already compromised when the raft had nearly tipped over from the rescue), and now he landed ontop of the pair, pinning them both beneath his wooden paws. And Layana found herself gasping and scolding the bear, who only stared back at her, for his expression was unreadable for the bear had no lips.
"J-Jeremy!"

Really! Now of all times the bear had to just fall over ontop of them! SO CONVENIENT! And trying to move her arms beneath him proved fruitless, and what little strength she could muster wasn't exactly pushing the heavy wooden bear off of them.
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I ran the Connlaothian civil war. For more info, check out it's page here. The war has now turned into a 'Cold War' with it's plotting page found here. It's no longer a huge site wide event but the scars are there.

My currently active characters:
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Cambie

He had a lovely dream. In it he was running through the vast underground vaults of the Arca Archives, past shelves upon shelves of magical artifacts collected over many generations. He couldn't see the end of the vault, nor could he even see ANY of it. But what he could see was a kaleidoscope of arcane winds, all weaving together to form the most beautiful patterns and permutations that a man could describe. This was heaven to him.

And then a faint voice called from beyond. It grew louder and louder, and the next thing Jocelyn knew, it was the urgent, slightly irritated voice of a girl he didn't recognize. The pain was still shooting up his right arm and he let out a soft moan as his eyes finally opened. The Cloth was still tied around him, but in his struggle it had slipped down around his neck like a silken kerchief. He was face to face with the girl, but his unblinking eyes saw nothing. All he experienced was the warmth of another's body pressed against him, and the odd faint smell of dripping paint. And that swirl of magical energy in her that he saw before.

"Wha..." he sputtered, feebly trying to move before realizing he was pinned by a heavy weight on his back. His senses grew clearer and clearer and he froze, before cautiously speaking in slow words, "Did you save me?" Maybe his prayers had been answered.

When she said the name Jeremy, his curiosity got the better of him and he craned his neck to regard the heavy wooden object (though who knew why? It wasn't as if he could see it). But see it he could! Or at least another swirl of magical energy trapped in the object, this one a different pattern, more ancient and tangled together in a much more complex way. He recognized it from the moment his team had excavated it from a long-forgotten temple deep in the forests of some foreign land. He had been looking forward to deciphering its magical properties.

Jocelyn let out a low gasp.

"The Akya-akya Bear Spirit Totem!" He exclaimed in disbelief. Turning his milky eyes back to 'regard' the figure pressed up beneath him and likely squirming given his state of shock, he excitedly asked, "Who are you? Where am I? How'd you find the totem?"

Another searing lance of pain shot up his broken arm and he winced yet again. But the pain was nothing. She'd found one of his prized relics!

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As the man squirmed it was.. erm, kinda awkward as his hands and body shifted over hers.
"Hey er.. woah, there," she said, trying to move beneath him in a way that wouldn't have him nearly breaking any of her jewels or ripping her delicate dress. But by Angsar's name, if her paint wasn't already ruined...
Gritting her teeth, she half supported his frame awkwardly with her hands as best she could before giving a shake of her head.
"What?" Then immediately when his eyes opened she saw them and gasped, "Woah, those are creepy." And then realizing how rude she was to say it, she placed a hand over her lips and cringed. "I mean to say your eyes.. err.. um...  they're all ..w hite."
But her rambling seemed over powered by his sudden infatuation with...

"Akya-akya what?" she made a face, then followed his sightless gaze to her bear. "Oh! You must mean Jeremy. Yeah, I found him in the water." And smiling happily as she did, she finally put two and two together before she blinked. "Wait, you know this bear? And what do you mean, 'totem'? But hey, hold on, back up.. first let's erm.. if you could help me remove this... Akie Akie bear, then maybe I might be in a erm... better position to er.. answer your questions," she began, struggling beneath him but UGH. It did not matter whihc way she turned for her clothing was pinned beneath both man and bear and as she continued to move around she heard a rip, and gasped.

"Oh, no! My dress!" and she found herself cringing as she froze stock still.
But at his wincing, she directed her eye to his arm finally. "Hey.. you're injured."
And a delicate had found his wounded arm.
"Here, let's get the bear off of us first, then I'll see to your injuries and then... well, then we can ask questions." she said with a huff, blowing her blonde hair from her face. "But.. where are you from anyway?" So much for asking questions last... "I mean, you're obviously not from Yoreiqi." The blonde hair gave THAT one away.
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Cambie

It was when the girl placed a gentle hand on his wounded arm that Jocelyn, realizing just how much he was rocking her boat, stopped moving entirely. Although he couldn't see exactly where she was, he flashed a weak apologetic smile in the direction from which her voice came. Of course she was right: they were pinned in a very awkwardly precarious situation, and the two of them were strangers.

"Here, just let me slide over just a bit..." he said as he shifted his weight (much slower and more aware of the girl beneath him this time), pushing down with one arm while pinning his broken one tight against his torso lest he further worsen its condition. The bear's inanimate form dug into his left shoulder but, with the last of his waning strength, Jocelyn was able to just slightly budge it enough so that it rolled off his back and thudded heavily in the bottom of the boat. The entire craft rocked dangerously with the weight but luckily it didn't capsize.

Finally given room to move, Jocelyn had only the energy to roll off of the girl and lay on his back in the bottom of the raft, his breath coming out in ragged intervals, arm strewn motionlessly across his chest. The sun was rapidly disappearing on the horizon, but this tropical warmth pervaded. It really was kind of nice.

"The Yoreiqi Isles, then," he mumbled half to himself. That was the best news he'd heard all day, for while there were signs of civilization in this part of the ocean, there were countless other little islands on which he might have met his end. Now all that was left was to gather back up his relics and be on his way... If it were that simple.

"I'm... listen, I'm sorry about your dress,"
he said to her while staring up at nothing. He hadn't the faintest clue what she was wearing, or what she looked like, but the despair in her voice made it sound rather serious. "I'll have it replaced, I promise. Thank you for finding the Akya-Akya totem... and thank you for coming to get me. I owe you so much."

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Finally free, Layana sat back and tucked some her hair behind her ear, staring at the man skeptically a moment and - not meaning to, but totally staring at his creepy white eyes. The fact he was kinda gorgeous was not even registering as she just looked and looked and looked and it finally registered-
"Hey! Are you blind? Is that why your eyes look like that?" ANd she tilted he rhead to one side and dusted off her sleeve. "ANd naw, don't worry about the dress. It's just.. well, semi-important-to-this three day ritual I have to participate in and pretty much I have to come back in one piece, not with my dress all in dissarray so I'll jus thave to think of something in order to repair it before I go in land or somehting."

And then pausing to consider, her eyes lit up. "Wait, you know of the Yoreiqi isles? Were you heading here or something? Did you come from a ship wreck, cause I don't see any other boats.."
and she looked around, trying to see if she was wrong. Yep, no other boats.
"And what's this thing you're going on and on about wiht my bear? Oh yeah, and if you 'are' blind, how did you survive a ship wreck I mean.. would't it be hard to see and swim to shore if you know.. you can't erm.. see?"
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Cambie

It never occurred to Jocelyn how cathartic it could be just lying in an inch of water in the bottom of a little rocking boat, reflecting on his near brushes with death. Even when the girl finally blurted out what she was thinking about his eyes, he could find little with which to antagonize her. His blindness had always been a sensitive subject for him, but for now he simply closed his eyes and nodded his head with a slight smile.

"To answer you briefly... yes," he replied as he reached up and slipped the Cloth back over his eyes. With it, he could just make out the outline of her face as it peered down at him, and make out that feather hanging from her ear and the seashells adorning her attire. She must've been a local Yoreiqi girl then. One who spoke the common tongue very fluently.

"I've heard stories of these Isles, and have spoken with people who have been here. Me though, I was just sailing by when the weather turned on us. The Gods were kind enough to deposit me here, but I don't remember much else... If you look to the beach, I think the remains of my ship are still there."

Or at least it should've been there. He honestly did not know their bearings at this exact moment, and for all he knew this little boat could have floated down the island well past where he had woken earlier that afternoon. He laid his head back and gave another weak laugh. "I could not swim if my life depended on it. You saw that firsthand."

Turning his head to face her once more, his brow furrowed slightly. "A ritual... you must be a member of the local tribes! I've heard stories of the people here and heard about their culture, and have always been fascinated.

"But I didn't know they spoke the common tongue! I would never have guessed this was Yoreiqi by the way you spoke."
He clearly did not even register the color of her hair or the complexion of her skin.

Another groan escaped his lips and he added, "Look at me, swallow a little seawater and I've already lost my manners. I'm so sorry, my name is Jocelyn. Jocelyn Arhain."

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Layana stared at him in mild fascination, but to see him slide the scarf over his eyes looked... kinda goofy, but she bit back a comment and figured she had been rude enough. After all, she hadn't entirely meant to burst out the comment about his blindness. He probably thought she was as heathen as most people perceived the rest of the islands to be.

"Jocelyn?" She repeated the name with a wrinkling of her nose. "Jocelyn Arhain."
She nodded then offered out a hand for him to shake.
"I'm Layana Way'ala'kikomei." She told him with a grin, then realizing- RIGHT, duh, he was blind, she took his hand and shook it- though a custom that was obviously not Yoreiqi but very western and very Connlaothian. "Though it's a mouthful, you really just can call me Layana." And then recalling what sort of status she had here, she cleared her throat awkwardly as her smile faded. Perhaps she could leave the detail out she was a goddess? But she doubted it if she had to take him to shore.

"I suppose we could look through the debris later, but first.." and here, she reached out to touch his arm. "Is it broken?" And at the inquiry, her voice became a bit softer as a warm island breeze passed between them.
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Cambie

Jocelyn offered her another smile as she introduced herself. He wouldn't even try to pronounce that surname until he had a chance to study her people's culture. "Layana," he repeated, " that's such a pretty name. Well it's my absolute honor to meeEEEET YOU!"

That last little yelp came about as she took his hand and gave it a shake. Evidently even the slightest of movement had the man wincing and yelping in pain as he lay there. Gritting his teeth and letting out another awkward apologetic laugh, he nodded his head at her question. "I think it is. Does it look bad...?"

And when he faced her this time, his expression was one of wonder (though it might have been hard to tell, considering a blindfold wrapped around his eyes). He'd sensed her use her magical abilities earlier when he was still stranded on the beach, and now he fully recognized the patterns of arcane winds that had materialized.

"You're a healer, aren't you? I saw the pattern of the cast a spell earlier, and I can see that same aura in you now. Well, I mean I can't SEE IT see it but I can. That is to say, you know... Uhh..."
Realizing how little sense he was making to the girl, it was his turn to wrinkle his nose as he shut right up. His rescuer didn't need to see him babbling incoherently now.

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Layana looked up as he babbled, but smiled none the less. He did, after all, say her name was sexy, no wait.. cute, no wait.. Pretty. Pretty was good but yeah..
Oh.. but then what good would pretty do without eyes? Though he had eyes... but she meant, inwardly, eyes that could see!

"So you sensed my magic? Yes, I suppose you could call me a healer," she said thoughtfully, eyes going to his arm as she observed it. "I've done all sorts of healing so I'm quite good at it. And I can heal that arm if you'd like, though if you'd rather suffer there in pain..." Though really, she knew he had little option. Still, she gave a shrug of her shoulders and didn't force her magic on him. After all, would that not be rude?

"And what do you mean by see anyway? Is that why you wear that blind fold?" Though it seemed ridiculous, she had no idea why he was dawning such a fashionable mistake. "Is it enchanted or something?" Though she was being a bit patronizing, she had no idea!
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Cambie

Jocelyn gave another small laugh at her offer to leave it be and allow his suffering. "No, please. If you could help me with it, I would be completely in your debt. Again, I mean. I already owe you for the last time."

At the question about his blindfold, he bit his lip and tried to think of a way to describe it. If he had vision he'd probably have said the thing looked stupid as well, a shimmering white cloth wrapped around his blind eyes and around his curling blonde hair. One well-versed in the high fashions of the noble houses would probably gag at the sight of it, how it did not at all match the tan trousers and white linen shirt he had on currently.

Not that he had the slightest sense of fashion. When abroad, he donned the garb of the locals to blend in. At home... well, at home, others dressed him.

"Yes, it's enchanted, and it's my most treasured possession for without it I cannot see. With it, I can at least somewhat understand my surroundings. Maybe when it was first made it allowed someone to see perfectly, but over hundreds of years the magic must've faded a little. You could try it for yourself if you'd like. Originally it was fashioned for a foreign prince who lost his sight in a desert sandstorm, and it was-"

He stopped. He was blabbering again. He always got a little too passionate when speaking of such things.

"It helps me to see. But I meant I could see your magic from before. I sensed it while on the beach. It's what led me to you."

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"So you're saying some old, dead prince's scarf is hanging over your head and let's you see, which allowed you to realize there was another person in the vicinity so you were able to pin-point me?"
Blinking, it seemed to make sense but was really, kinda crazy.

"I suppose you're lucky then. Not everyone who's lost their sight can have such a convenience." And she regarded the old man from her village somberly. She was a healer, though certain things she just could not heal. Wounds were another story, but blindness...
Well she didn't even want to try. What if the tribe found out her powers were not so... all and powerful? She cringed back at the idea. But then recalling the man's arm, she shook off her own doubts and gestured towards one of the seats inside her boat.

"Here, have a seat, Jocelyn and I'll take a look at your arm." And as she inspected it, she went on to ask, "So like, are you some sort of wealthy noble or something? How did you come across your magical scarf, if you don't mind me asking."
And as she examined his arm, she winced at the look of it.
"Man.." and her eyes flickered up and down it's length. "Yeah, your arms most definitely broken. I guess you found the right girl out here. Not everyone has my ability you know." And she was pretty proud of that!
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I ran the Connlaothian civil war. For more info, check out it's page here. The war has now turned into a 'Cold War' with it's plotting page found here. It's no longer a huge site wide event but the scars are there.

My currently active characters:
Grand Duke Calent Allarrick // Aella Coleridge // Blaith Harmond // Kella Harmond  // Hope Allarrick // Krah Mordeth // Mehtwald Allaen // Zannrick Austengarde // Katahnia Harmond // Jinai Rinstgate  // Leif Arrant // Dekka Blade  // Kentamin Dhelsbar  // Dahnny Quills  // Victoria Armani  // Ohna Waitsmith  // Jarrett L'isson  // Trest Arristaire  // Clayton "Jack-in-the-Box" Wilson // Cullen  //  Vels // Shay // Killian  // Fluke  // Mellesta // Danning // Petrin // Gavriella // Dornsley // Miersck // Aelith // Iyla // Angel // Ellarrah // Persea Ah'nikh // Phone // Jace // Ne'friss // Opus Dey // Lord Amalin // Ehvren // Narophne // Edward // Dehzrehn // Chase Vander // Valeska // Jayo //Layana // Rezvek // Red Sun // Harmanaija // Mirajah // Liana // Oska //Hay-gee // Beatrice // Ninn // Dao'bachpa //Pao'orha // Mae'leena // Davishire // Davina// Gemla // Hyathia //Thethysis // Urd // Missendria // Ina-herit // Feni'tat // Phen // Evelyn // Kell // Striker // Ithica // Connor // Vlint // The Gambler // Lord Aegis // Thomas // Quince // Althea // Vaeyna // Ihlsepar Asawa'eht // Krazxick // Djchastese // Katoma // Na'o // Moonlight // Bluesong //Caollette // Artemis // Arrick // Evetta //Jackal // Winston //Lenny // Anphis // Hebara //Ibra // Dre'hn // Veride // Arthund // Kao

Cambie

Jocelyn frowned and opened his mouth to protest, but quickly pressed his lips together and said nothing. In any other situation, he might have stood up for himself and defended his merits despite his blindness. Another time he would've vehemently argued that he was just as capable without his blindfold as any regular person, and that despite its convenience he wasn't bound by it.

But today was not a regular day.

At her request he silently pulled himself up to a sitting position, resting his back against the side of the boat as it rocked left and right. His arm was still tightly pressed against his torso, but he relaxed somewhat so that she could work whatever magic she possessed. Inwardly he was very curious to watch her work.

When she mentioned the blindfold a second time, he reached up and slowly slipped it over the top of his head and off. It remained clutched tightly in his left hand in his lap. His eyes remained closed so as not to further alarm the girl; after all, she'd commented on it more than one time, with more than a hint of repulsion. In the blackness of his sight, he could still sense the wisps of magic swirling in her.

"My father is the curator of the Magical Archives in Arca. Serendipity. That's where I am from, and those vaults are where he found this for me. To help me as a child. And what about you, Layana? I never knew the natives of Yoreiq spoke the common tongue so fluently. Did travelers from the mainland land on these shores?"

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