Eric
Tiny Vik
Astorian Wilds

So this boy is having a bit of an identity crisis? No wonder Vik's pull to him was the strongest he'd felt so far. A child with no control over their own life is the closest thing to prophecy a creature of desires like Vik could get, and this made him ecstatic. He giggled loudly at the boy's question.

"Well the first order of business was getting myself some clothes. You have no idea how embarrassing it is coming into existence with only a mask on." Vik grabbed his cheeks and shook his head in an attempt to convey blushing before looking up again. His voice grew just a touch darker, a shadow of his former self, the minimal light breaking through the trees giving his laughing facade a grim look. Then he spoke.

"The next thing I did was kill a god." A pause, Vik making sure his last statement sunk in properly before the light returned to his voice, "What would you do if you woke up with great powers?" A quiet giggle.
Joseph
Mikhail Durkhan-Maith
Astorian Wilds

At his statement, Mikhail's curious look turned stoic. His eyes held the masks', and they flickered from the eyes to the mouth of the mask, curious if fangs lingered beneath it. After a moment he inhaled deeply through his nose, and let the exhale fill the clearing like the flute had before. 

"I suppose, I'd figure out how to use them." He mused, though that was a lot easier said than done. Sometimes powers lingered under the skin, making the bearer itch but not revealing themselves in any useful way.
Eric
Tiny Vik
Astorian Wilds

"Wonderful choice!" Vik clapped gleefully, thinking back to his first steps out of the temple he was reborn in. It's true former Vik would have been cautious about the power and gone a different way, however Tiny Vik- Well actually I'll let him explain it. 

"I took no such precautions. I jumped into my newfound abilities like one would jump into a lake to cool off." He stood up, cupping either hand around his mouth before shouting "Ballista Bolt!" And punching one fist into the other.

Although the reaction made was minimal, as Vik punched his hand he sent out a slight breeze of cherry scented wind. Vik giggled as he sat back down, retaking his cup in his hand.

"Then I started going to work. Life is very busy once you upset the balance of things. You have no idea how dirty my hands had to get for those first few months." He held up his hands and waggled his fingers. Although they weren't necessarily dirty it was clear it had been a day or two since he soaked them in water. This was actually a design choice, keeping to his ragged jester look he put on when traveling by foot.
Joseph
Mikhail Durkhan-Maith
Astorian Wilds

The Prince furrowed his brow, and started to protest "I haven't made any choi-" And the golden creature continued on it's rampage of reenacted self-discovery. The punch created a breeze, but in the same way a heavily perfumed woman did. 

Mikhail moved to stand, and gave the creature a polite smile. "This has been thrilling, and it was a pleasure to meet you, but I must be going." The way the creature was talking made him feel like they were seconds away from striking an unintentional bargain, and while his mother had taught him to trust in the things placed in your path, his father had _deliberately_ countered that advice. 

"I appreciate your offer to help, in whatever way you were intending, but I don't think it's necessary or wise at this point in time." He added.
Eric
Tiny Vik
Astorian Wilds

Vik began to protest but was unable to, if this boy didn't want his help then he couldn't possibly force it.

"As you wish, however at least take this." Vik reached into a pocket and pulled out a small glass ball that swirled with colors.

"If you ever change your mind and want to see what I have to offer then simply crush this ball and I'll hear it loud and clear no matter where or when I might be. Kind of like a reverse scry. If you wish you may throw it away or stow it somewhere to never be used." He giggled slowly at the idea of curiosity eating at this boy. "The choice is all yours, my lad." He held out the marble between his fingers towards Mikhail.
Joseph
Mikhail Durkhan-Maith
Astorian Wilds 

Mikhail looked at the marble that had been produced, and after a moment's contemplation he nodded, taking the small token. He held it in his palm, careful not to crush it on accident. "Thank you." He said simply, and then glanced to the treeline, having forgotten exactly where he'd entered from in the first place. 

"Before I head out, can you tell me, what do you get out of helping people, Vik? If you're powerful enough to kill a god, why not become one yourself?"
Eric
Tiny Vik
Astorian Wilds

The smile beneath his mask grew wider, finally someone got it.

"A god needs believers to survive do they not? I was only able to kill Joramy because her followers had all but abandoned her and her one cleric felt betrayed." Vik began nibbling at his sandwich as he spoke. "To tell you the truth, Mika, if I'm a creature of desires that aspires to be among the pantheon one day, then what better way to do so than by helping people fulfill their greatest desires?" He continued biting off the sandwich, taking great care to not catch one of his fingers, he only had ten after all. "I want to help people because that's what I am young man. I am your desires personified." He held his arms to either side in a "Take me as you are" Fashion, gauging the boy's reaction.
Joseph
Mikhail Durkhan-Maith
Astorian Wilds. 

"I wasn't aware my desires boiled down to a golden faced creature in the woods." He couldn't stop the remark from spilling out, and his eyes widened a bit at the realization he'd said it out loud. 

"My apologies, thank you for the gift." He breathed, and dipped his head, a deep blush overtaking his features like it hadn't since he was young. He pocketed the marble, and straightened, taking two steps backwards before nodding once more and heading off into the trees to finish making his way back home.
Edward
Daemon Coridon
Zahrada Courtyard

"Oh, wow, two bottles? Good job, Mary." Daemon said, pleasantly surprised. 
"I'm good at what I do. Now, are you gonna pay me?" The young kitchen hand responded. 
"Yeah, yeah. Here." He grumbled, handing over the amount. She handed over the two bottles of wine she'd been able to take when the castle had gotten its shipment of wine. It was chalked up to a miscount.

The courtyard was dark and the two were tucked away, out of sight. The voices were hushed, but not so hushed as to seem suspicious. She finished counting and flashed Daemon a smile and walked away. The bottles were carefully tucked into a pack. Then he heard some light footsteps in the courtyard, Daemon turned to see a familiar shape quietly walking through the courtyard. "The hell?" Daemon asked, rapidly walking toward the familiar shape who seemed sort of fixated on walking to the front door. Daemon got closer and the moonlight got better.

"Mik?" He asked, surprised, standing a few feet behind him.
Joseph
Mikhail Durkhan-Maith
Zahrada Courtyard

Mikhail had made it back to Zahrada unscathed and mostly unnoticed. A few citizens closer to the palace stopped, questioning why he looked familiar, but he dismissed any thoughts that might have come from it. When finally he reached the palace, the guards blinked in surprise, not even aware the Prince had been gone to begin with. It wasn't their fault, they had only just taken over for their shifts that evening, but someone was in the wrong for not informing them he was away. 

He made it halfway to the doors when Daemon caught him, and he gave his friend a tired glance. "In the flesh." He responded with a halfhearted smile. "Why are you out here, do they have you on patrols already?"
Edward
Daemon Coridon
Zahrada Courtyard

"Ah, no, I was meeting a girl." Daemon said, "Where have you been?" He questioned. Daemon began to walk in pace with Mik toward the castle doors. 

"It gets boring spending all my time with girls and squires. One is dumb and the other is boring." Daemon was dressed pretty modestly, but still with a sword on his belt as he always did. Not really put of his own desire, but as ordered by Lord Stafford. They slept with their weapons and spent every moment with it.
Joseph
Mikhail Durkhan-Maith
Zahrada Courtyard 

Daemon followed on his heels, and the two moved up the steps from the courtyard towards the home. The doors opened, giving the two teenagers a wide berth as they headed into the home. Mikhail pulled off his coat, tired of the weight of it from the entirety of the trip. "I was in North Shore." He said simply, looking back to the man who stood a few inches taller than himself as they walked. 

"You'd be careful with comments like that, you'll have to rely on those men with your life one day. And the women will make your life a living hell if they really want to." He murmured, his hand reaching into his pocket for what felt like the hundredth time to check on the status of the marble Vik had given him. 

"I need a drink, are you coming or going back to your girl?"
Edward
Daemon Coridon
Zahrada

Daemon rolled his eyes at Mik's wisdom. "If I need to rely on those guys with my life, I might aswell end it now." Daemon said sarcastically as he walked the halls. "So what were you doing in the North Shore?"
Joseph
Mikhail Durkhan-Maith
Zahrada 

"I needed to get a second opinion on something." He answered, and ducked out of the main hall into one of the parlors. His mother was a saint in her supply of sweet wines for guests, and he took advantage of the bottle and glasses set up on the table for the next guest they were to entertain.
Edward
Daemon Coridon
Zahrada

"I suppose you wom't tell me what." Daemon said, pouring himself a glass. Being friends with a prince had its luxuries, the other squires didn't quite get the luxury of drinking wine whenever they wished.

"Oh, so you missed my sister showing up." Daemon started, taking a casual drink. "Your mother has a new handmaiden."
Joseph
Mikhail Durkhan-Maith
Zahrada

He let Daemon take a seat, and at the murmur of what _sounded_ like annoyance Mikhail paused, his own glass of wine in the hand that rested on his knee. "It's not something I'm willing to talk about at the moment, no." He agreed, and raised a brow, leaning back into the cushions of the sofa he took up. His ankle crossed over his other knee, and he rested his glass upon it for a moment before finally settling on a comment. 

"I wasn't aware you had a sister." He said finally, and took a drink.