Pedro
*Over the past month Andreas had been a bit more distant with others around him and had contemplated coming here for a long time. He'd even packed up enough supplies for a month if he really wanted to be here that long. Though now being here he was dreading it as he'd not been in Kara-Tur in a century. He could still remember the day clearly when he'd been driven out.

The day had been bright, the breeze had felt good on his wings. Something he didn't remember though at the time because of how he'd felt nothing but rage. He'd still been so stricken by grief from losing his brother, though he should have still been happy at the time as he had a little sister. His family was moving on and the world felt at peace and yet he didn't feel that peace or joy. He could still remember how he'd looked than, probably a lot different from what he looked now. Bright blonde hair that had been slicked back and short with wings so white just like most aasimar's had. It all seemed so different now compared to how he was a century ago.

Now he was so different, his eyes no longer were full of light but looked human, a deep forest green with one having a slash of silver through the iris. His hair had been completely dark for years but slowly he would have some blonde back in it, longer now than what he'd ever been allowed to have with his fathers standards. Just like his wings showing his half fallen side of him. Dark and light mixing but no complete balance or a way to tip back into light. A tattoo of a flower going down his neck and over to his shoulder, a mistake on one of those nights he was high. Though he was unable to see how he looked or ever fully turn back the clock to redeem himself he'd gotten used to his life.*
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*He'd paid the price for his sins, least somewhat. There was probably a lot more he should have paid for but yet he wasn't going to turn himself in for things everywhere. Instead he just kept trying to do good since he had a long long time before he was going to die.

Now back in Kara-Tur though he was hesitant, what if someone remembered his face? His wings sure stood out that he wasn't a pure aasimar, least not any more he was. Black wings that tappered into blueish white feathers at the end. Some of it he could hide saying he was a half but some things just weren't as easy to hide like black wings. Andreas had made his way through the trees, looking through them as he recalled where he'd found his brother. A tiefling... Someone who'd made his brother trust them only to kill him. Sometimes these were the memories that threw him over the edge, made him wish to... Do things again. Things to others and himself but it didn't do any good. Now he was here to see his brother, after a century he was just... He didn't know what he was going to do really. He didn't have any flowers to put on the grave and what could he even say? He just had let down all his family trying to get revenge that didn't happen. So for the moment because he was nervous and trying to decide what he was going to do, he'd be leaned against one of the trees as he smoked some Devil's Root, calming himself down a bit as he'd take a drag of it. He was glad it wasn't an illegal drug here like his other one he did when things became too rough for him, insomnia and nightmares made sleep usually far away but he would get a bit sometimes. Though today was not the worry for that. He just needed to decide what he was even going to do because so far he had nothing good to share with his brother.*
Julian
*Kara-tar. A land she had not been to before. Living a somewhat sheltered life in a monistry, she had seldom been out to other places, spending her life in prayer and healing, preforming the arts of a faithful aasimar as one of her status should, but never really moving outside her safe enviroment. This had been the case for years, and indeed still now she is young for her age and many, many years lie before her, gods willing. 

However life for her has taken a different route, self inflicted she moved away from where she grew up and where she called home. As if by some force she left her safe place and has chosen a life of harship and travel. Of moving from place to place in search of the sick and towntrodden. Of those needing healing and aid; and she would give it to them. The calling to the healing arts cannot be banished from her, and refuse to be dimmed. Purity shines ever forth. 

Though... One can always take breaks. Such as now. Instead of flying back to the city, she has decided to take a few days rest in the heart of nature. She is no druid of course, but someone prone to the arts of life can appriciate nature's beauty. The creation formed by the gods fully on display in this forest. The forest she now walks in to survery and rest until her work continues. So here she is, walking through the trees and completely unaware she will find another in her path 

She, however, is almost a complete and very stark contrast to him. Her wings are a solid gold, to the point they are glowing. Her hair and skin also glow a gold. But her eyes most of all. There are no pupils in them at all. Instead pools on light, shining forth. If there was any mark of inpurity or sin on her, it is not overty shown. Her clothing are robes of a cleric, pure white and rimmed with gold with a mark of her deity on it. Not appropriate clothing for a forest hike, but her attire none the less

Indeed her coming is noted and cannot be missed as she walks through the forest. Her pleasent*

*Humming is cut through at several moments by her singing also. She is obviously not a natural or training singer and it isn't perfect. But the voice of an aasimar is usually musical, as is the case her. Her soft voice rising and falling through the trees as she walks at a leasiurly pace, taking her time on barefoot, unaware of another smoking nearby*
Pedro
*Andreas was doubting himself a bit more as he knew coming back was never easy. Sure he knew that he starting to change in not being a fallen but he really was not able to be fully back. He'd lost any glow or way if being a aasimar and in truth he couldn't fully go back with the vampireism since the light would probably kill him if he was. This was a reason he was not normal, not after 60 years. He'd taken a risk to be one back in the day, he had never known if it would work but had been blinded for revenge to care if it killed him or not. It of course hadn't but it left him now in the mess he was in.

Taking another drag from his smoke before he'd let out a slow exhale of smoke. His hearing always was more than the regular aasimar because of the vampirism but he counted it as good, since he couldn't do any of the healing or light work that he could before. Now all he had was heightened senses and speed, which he was guessing was all he thought he'd be able to do anymore. Though hearing someone singing and humming he'd look around a bit to see where it was coming from. Once knowing the direction he'd raise a brow as he didn't know why someone else was here. Most aasimar just flew over the forest and went on with their day, the forest was always just kind of forgotten and the wilds left alone. Though he also had been gone a long time so things could have changed.

Shrugging off his mind raising with questions, he'd stand up a bit straighter and look over at the stranger coming hims way. Seemed like one from the temple, a cleric no doubt. Though why one was here was even more strange because they didn't stick around a forest, was always in a temple or out doing healing work. This was their calling, least it was that or protecting places. Either one now made him more than wanting to step foot in such a place, he felt like he was deceptive when he worked on a holy place so he always chose more being a guard for some noble.
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*Least a cleric would be less pushing him as some others would be once seeing his wings. Though least he had wings and they didn't all fall off. A bad time that had been because he couldn't even try to heal them at that point but now he least had them back... Waiting for the one to make their way to him he's just keep smoking, this did keep him calm but not so high he didn't realize anything he was doing. He didn't want to be that way when back in Kara-Tur.*
Julian
*Her musing was one of slow and playful lethergy. She was obviously not in any rush. Though despite her pace indicating such, her mind was busy as ever. Her contimplation was that of grave import. She was thinking of the far off village she had returned from. Many miles in the hinterland she travelled to find many folk sick of Lungrot and other illnesses. While she was able to heal this; it heralds a grave truth. That most of these outlying villages will constantly be bombarded will illness and she can only do so much. A master in healing magic she may be. But there is only one of her... And many cannot fly at great speed. Communication that remote is limited and takes many days or weeks to travel. She may have saved lives, but how many more were lost when she was busy? 

This of course racks her mind with guilt. Can she afford to be out here, enjoying a simple walk? While it is truth she must recover her magic, she did not have an infinite pool of spell casting. Still... There could be folk right now dying of illness! The guilt reaches to her core, like frost touches a flower. Her singing stops and her face becomes racked with sadness. The joy that was there becomes mellow. This would be clear to see on her silent watcher in the forest

She makes her way to him but not yet noticed him, merely in his path. For the other end she would be impossible to miss. Shining and glowing a brilliant gold against the green backdop makes her the most obvious thing for miles. Like a lighthouse against a dark sky. Though indeed in her walking she sniffs a strange odour. Her sadness is replaced by a look of frank confusion. What is it?*
Pedro
*Andreas watched the light of the Aasimar getting closer, a cheerful one it seemed for the most part but what did he know he'd not been in touch with his own kind in a century. Maybe things had changed more here, though he doubted much had changed for the Aasimar race, they all were usually the same with their thinking though. All being good, be light, yada yada yada. He knew the script but didn't care for it the same way. Sure he tried to be good now but he knew he couldn't just turn back to it. Not after what he'd seen or done through the years.

He'd watch as they got sad, a rare enough thing to see when just moments ago she was happy and singing. Something probably weighing her mind down, no doubt thinking she could do more. Most felt like that if they were part of the healing side of the Aasimar work like his mother had been. Though he was never part of it he'd seen how it had affected his mother at times... He'd shake his head to clear the memory, was no use worrying about such past things, they were all but long dead.

Taking another drag from his cigarette he'd think of something to say yet wasn't long and he simply called out* "I thought a Aasimar couldn't make such a face, guess even some of the high and mighty ones have feelings." *Andreas was still a bit sored to his own race, being thrown out had done a lot of hurt back in the day but nothing was still as worse as a tiefling being around him. He was still unable to control his hate so he kept his distance from them. Much as how he'd stayed away from Kara-Tur till now.*
Julian
*Indeed most saw Aasimar as high and mightly, lofty and above everyone else. It was a far way of thinking; as indeed most aasimar thought of themselves that way too. Even to the extent of thinking they are better than the other races. It was down to perspective, she thinks. After all, they are literally touched by divinity, other races couldn't claim that as much as the aasimar. Did that make them better? Maybe? Auraya for sure doesn't think so, but many of her race do, which has led to such a divide and even scorn for her race. In her opinion thinking like that does more harm to her race than good. Is a tiefling less as its touched by evil? Even if the person is good? Morality is a fickle thing 

But indeed sadness does weigh down on her, and her expression reflects it. Though it has been paused by the smell of smoke, leading her to confusion. Though this is quickly dispelled as he calls out to her. It draws the gaze of those glowing pools of gold she uses as eyes. Pupillness, no fleck of any other colour. While some have brown eyes, blue, green, violet... With hers there us nothing but gold. Pure gold. Her gaze quickly looks to the cigarette and a soft smile crosses her face before she looks back to him. His words only have a moment in the air before she replies 

"High only when flying, mighty? Perhaps in some ways, less than others. But bless the Gods we are touched with the gift of emotion." Her voice rings out. But her voice isn't clear, it sounds... Melodic, as if other voices are talking at the same time, musical and etheral. Her pace changes direction as she begins to head over to him. "Hail friend, I didn't expect to find anyone else in these parts"*
Pedro
"Oh but many still think they are the better race than others... Emotions I don't think are always a gift, actually more times than not they made us do many things one could regret later." *Andreas would shake his head as he did not see her as a friend, he didn't see his own kind as even friendly after so long away from them. Maybe it could change but it wouldn't just happen for sure, he had too much pain that he was still working through.

He'd take another drag from his smoke as he thought about how she sounded. Was his own voice that annoying at one point? He couldn't remember to be honest after all this time. Which maybe was a good thing some of those memories were lost to his drugged out state. He didn't want to think about what all he'd done than either but he knew there was no doubt many regrets he'd made than, least he didn't think he had no kid from those years. Shaking his head a bit as he chuckled dryly at his own thoughts, he was not even safe around himself. Though less here if he ran out of his blood wine, he couldn't drink anyone's blood here.*

"Well such a sad expression doesn't look good on you, miss. I would say you shouldn't shoulder so much, it does you no good to worry about things you can't control or change. I would say be glad for the some things you are able to help or fix." *Andreas would smile a bit as he looked over at her, trying to be kind to his own kind was not a strong suit but he would try for now, it made him least not have to go to his families graves yet.*
Julian
*"Better?" She asks in her choir like voice. Indeed, it gives it a very etheral edge, as if scores of angels and the very gates of paradise open as she speaks. Not merely here on this mortal coil, but her voice coming from another realm itself. Magestic? Certainly. Annoying? Perhaps. "Better in some ways I assume, not in others. We cannot swim as the Triton do, I imagine they are better in that regard" She says with a soft smile, her full red lips curling into a gentle and true smile. "Of course your intent is not missed however. It is true many of us thing ourselves above the other races. But I think they miss the point of our race entirely if they think that..." She comments 

While she might have regrets, it must be so that she has no lies in any regard, for that would surely mark her spotless form and take her on the road to become Fallen. The road from Aasimar to Fallen Aasimar is very short indeed, and she knows it all to well. Despite not having fallen; she cannot fear anything worse than that. Her ultimate goal is to ascend and become a Cesestial, a rare privlage for the few Aasimar who prove themselves. To fall would take that dream from her forever more 

"Hmm... Your words hold merit I would say, and on the whole I am glad. But if one has the power to help, shouldn't it be duty to do it? My magic has not yet been spent, though I have used much on my last trip in healing, but I am not using the last of it, I'm here instead while there is those who need healing out there still... What then, should I do?" She asks, and the question does seem to be a sincere ask for advice from him*
Pedro
*Andreas chuckled at how she seemed to want to make it seem like aasimar was not so good. It was a bit of a nice change to see someone else think that why.* "Aasimar are to be a great race, I don't find it so easy to see. Though you are a nice change of hearing the well being better than others." *Andreas' wings would twitch behind himself as they unflarred a bit, a tic he had with having been on drugs of all sorts for a long time and always having little sleep with his insomnia. Not that he noticed he had such a thing.*

"Wanting to help doesn't mean you kill yourself in order to do it, you can't help others if your dead now can you? You are young, you will learn that you save and help more people the more you allow yourself time to rest in between those times." *He would exhale a puff a smoke as he studied this young aasimar.* "You shouldn't feel guilty for needing to rest, you never know when you might run into someone along those times that you might have completely missed or unable to help because you pushed yourself too far. Would offer you a smoke but I doubt you ever done such a thing."

*Andreas didn't know why he was feeling fine talking to one of his kind so easily, but he guessed he wanted to help her out. He felt a bit sorry that she felt she wasn't doing enough but so many were taught that way that it mudded their minds on true helping and learning when to rest. Of course he had been in the battle side but he saw it all too much on both sides.* "Rest than yoy can help more, so don't push yourself young one."
Julian
*Her expression changes softly. Though her face is very expressive. On having skin unmarked and which literally glows; changes on it can be easily seen. Her expression turns softer and more thoughtful as she nods. "I think too many of us forget that strength does not make one fit to lead, it makes one fit to serve. I can only hope in our long lives more will remember and pass that on to others." She says. Her eyes glancing to his movement of the wings of him. A light frown of curiosity comes across her face for a moment. But she is too afraid to comment on it. After all, he shows signs he has fallen, so it would be rude to ask about his wings. Or at least, so she thinks, especially after just meeting 

At her being called young, she smiles deeply. "You are right of course. It's funny to think I have lived more than other races entire lives... Yet to us I am still very young. It hurts your head if you think about it too much. But you speak the truth, I should rest to recover my magic... Otherwise I would fade and not have any when it is most needed. You are rather wise, and I should heed the advice of age." Did she always talk like a Victorian lady with that etheral voice? That could get annoying after a while. Or indeed it could be charming mark of her personality. It depends on perspective. At his half-offer of a smoke she does laugh. "You would be right, I have never tried such a thing. Tell me; what is it like?" 

Her conversation comes easy and without restriction. It seems despite his species or status, she cares not, and one can imagine she is like this with everyone she meets. Quick to engage in conversation and readily make friends with others. Added with his own ability to talk to her easily, it is no wonder conversation is flowing freely. It could have surely gone the other way and them being at odds, but this seems to be pleasent for both of them*
Pedro
*Andreas would listen to her he wouldn't exactly agree fully with the serving because of strength but he wasn't going to dispute her beliefs either as he wouldn't be around long enough to make any difference. Least that's how he saw it here. He couldn't live here again for sure since he wouldn't be getting blood easily in a place were technically his race and he shouldn't be a vampire. It was only by complete luck that he was changed.

He'd watch the aasimar frown a bit as he could only guess what she was thinking. It wouldn't be uncommon really for anyone to look at him with hate or disdain for his fallen path.* "You might as well get it over with asking or saying what you plan to, I'm not unused to the hate or disdain for what my wings look like."

*He couldn't help but chuckle as how young and cute she was acting to it all. Sure she was no little kid but she still was young and had no doubt some years left if life was kind to her, not all of them even made it to 100.* "It's a hard lessen to learn but you will get used to realizing your limits and do the best with that time. It's not easy to do at times." *He was not surprised she said no as he thought, not many took to drugs for the Aasimar race, least not unless a fallen one.* "Well for this it's calming as it's supposed to be, it's usually what I do it for." *He wasn't going to reveal he did more than just this, or that he also used it for pain.*

"So, since your a young one why did you chose the healing way vs the warrior way? There is more than one way for us, it's always interesting understanding what each are wanting to do. But that could also be me, I'm not around here very much anymore."
Julian
*His question seems to confuse her, for once again that ageless face frowns. It is a... Strange sight. For how can a face without marks of age frown? What lines and wrinkles would signify such a gesture? Perhaps it would be confusing for younger races, he however, is most likely used to it. "I don't understand..." She beguns to say, but his mention of his wings brings understanding to her eyes, and her expression smothers to an apologetic shake of her head. "Sir, I wouldn't ask such a thing. I merely saw them move and my eyes drawn to them. But I have no time for hate or disdain, will we would be unwise not to use our gift of emotion- I feel some are better than others, and those are ranked less indeed" 

Though soon enough he mentions the drugs he is currently taking, and while she did refuse them, she doesn't regard them as vile, or as pure evil as some may see drugs as. "And does it work? Why do you need it to calm yourself so?" She asks. She is indeed young for her race, asking such questions but it shows off her polite and her curious nature at the same time. Though at least she didn't berate him for taking drugs or act all lofty and superior. Many, many aasimar would do such a thing if they caught him here 

His next question however makes her smile, and her expression grows pensive. "Well, I have knowledge of the warrior arts; especially against the undead, and use them when I must. But why healing? I suppose I feel like I'm adding to the world, if that makes sense. Death; no matter how just- is taking away from what is here. However healing is putting something back in. I suppose I think everyone's time on the world should be to add as must positive into the world before they go. So I guess that is what I am trying to do. What was it you did?"*
Pedro
*Andreas would raise a brow as he didn't quite believe such a thing, she was still young enough that she would still be curious about things especially ones she hadn't seen. Taking another drag of his smoke before he let his wings stretch out, he knew his wings looked dark and was very easy to show how he was. Though he was not evil like to her, he just didn't have much a care for violence usually.* "Andreas... The names Andreas Featherfall, and I know your curious even if you say you aren't. Your eyes are easy to read even if they are all bright." *He would point to his own eyes as he knew his had no such light anymore but were normal eyes now.*

"It works enough, can't say it fixes all of the problems one might have but it does lessen it. Easier to be numb than haunted, but nothing I can do to change that either." *Andreas would look over towards the graveyard as he frowned a bit, he really didn't even know where all his family was in there.* 

"It sounds like you chose a good way to make a positive impact in life. Some think ending another that are evil will be a good thing... A lot of things make it difficult to understand through the years, lots of muddy water when it comes to the fine line. But it seems your on the right path, just remember to take care of yourself as well and enjoy life some. You never know when your time end..." *Andreas knew all too well his twins had been cut short and than his older brother had not made it either to a good age. He felt like he'd cheated his own way with now having the evil disease through his veins.*