Healing Journey (Nimeneth and Oniya)
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				Title: <strong>Healing Journey (Nimeneth and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>08-08-2009, 03:08:40</strong>
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				As Kieran slowly woke up, he groaned. The light seeping through his curtains was hurting his eyes, particularly because he was hungover from last night's drinking binge. The good news was that it had allowed him to forget the memories that plagued him around this time of year, at least for a little while.<br><br>The bad news, of course, was the pounding on his door. Blearily, Kieran rolled out of bed and found a pair of pants on the floor, which he pulled on before stumbling to answer the door. Outside stood a monk from the monastery on the opposite side of town from his secluded cabin.<br><br>"What?" he asked, blinking and squinting in the sunlight. The monk took a nervous step back, clearly intimidated. There were few who were not intimidated by the tall man's bulk, or the colorful heritage spoken of by the grayish skin, the thick, dark hair, and the slightly pointed ears that poked out from the mane.<br><br>"Th - the abbot wishes you to g-go see him," the monk stuttered. Kieran grunted and turned into his home again. "He wishes for you to pack for a long journey before you go see him."<br><br>"What?" Kieran asked with a growl.<br><br>"You harassed one of our brothers last night at the inn and the abbot is most unhappy!" the monk said quickly, backing even further away from Kieran. "With a knife, sir."<br><br>"Tell him I'll be there in an hour..." Kieran said with a sigh, closing the door on the monk. He packed rations quickly and moved on to packing clothes and making sure his weapons were in good shape. Then he spent an almost unnecessary amount of time locking up his house before he headed out across the village to the monastery.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Healing Journey (Nimeneth and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>08-08-2009, 03:44:49</strong>
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				Completely unaware of this, and indeed not even aware that there had been any trouble in the town the night before, another man was entering the town from the south-west.&nbsp; He was heading for the market area, ignoring the bubble of interrupted conversations that seemed to follow him.&nbsp; As long as the merchants had coin for his goods, and goods for his coin, he cared little about what the humans thought of him.<br><br>To tell the truth, even if he had been human, Nalim would have earned a few sideways glances.&nbsp; He came from out in the wilderness, never more often than once a moon, and invariably carrying a bundle of leather goods for sale, as well as being clad head to toe in it.&nbsp; The fact that he also had the look of the elves about him merely added to the whispers.&nbsp; Why did he come here?&nbsp; Why not trade with his own kind?<br><br>The merchants may have asked that, but they never complained.&nbsp; The goods he traded were finer than anything they sold, and they could usually charge a fair piece more than what they paid him for it.&nbsp; What coin he received was usually fast spent on supplies to last him until the next visit, and today would be no exception.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Healing Journey (Nimeneth and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>08-08-2009, 04:16:27</strong>
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				Shortly before he got to the marketplace, the most direct route to the monastery, Kieran stopped and leaned against a building. He had no doubt that by now, most of the town would know about what had happened the night before at the inn, even though he could remember very little himself. It didn't help much that he looked disgusting this morning, but had had little time to make himself "presentable".<br><br>Well, there was little that could be done, nor did he particularly care at the moment. With the abbot upset with him and his instructions to pack for a journey, he doubted he'd return for much time, so perhaps the townsfolk would forget about his... problems.<br><br>He ran a hand through his unruly hair and started across the marketplace. A silence descended upon the people as he entered, and as he passed each group of people and stall, the whispers started. He rolled his eyes to himself. The people seemed to forget his better-than-average hearing, due to his drow ancestry.<br><br>Today, however, the whispers seemed to be about more than him. It seemed the leather trader who came through every so often, the elf, was here again today. Kieran shrugged as he passed through, ignoring the stares at his tangled hair and two day's growth of beard. He didn't care at this point. Knowing the abbot's nasty reputation, he doubted he'd be living very much longer, despite his prowess with the large ax strapped across his back.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Healing Journey (Nimeneth and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>08-08-2009, 05:58:16</strong>
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				The whispers had changed cadence by the time that Nalim emerged from his negotiations with the merchant.&nbsp; Something about a fight and a priest - it sounded like the start of a bard's ramblings until he listened closer.<br><br>What he heard brought a darker expression to his otherwise fair face.&nbsp; No, not a bard's tale for entertaining, but a very real fight with very real danger.&nbsp; Nalim had a different view of what forces acted beyond the hands of mortals, but most priests were not fighters, and those that were rarely indulged in enough drink to make them dangerous or even violent.<br><br>So what would cause a priest to be assaulted by someone?&nbsp; He listened more closely as he went about collecting his monthly supplies.&nbsp; There had to be more to this than first appeared.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Healing Journey (Nimeneth and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>08-08-2009, 06:46:12</strong>
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				Well, at least the whispers were filling Kieran in about the transgressions of the previous night. Apparently a monk had been harassing him about not attending the weekly services at the inn. A bad night to hassle him, but how was the monk to know. The night ended with Kieran holding a knife to the monk's face and telling him to shove off.<br><br>He paused to let a trader's cart pass before him, ignoring a few choice words about his mother. A few more yards and he'd finally be into the trees and away from people for a while, which is how he preferred it anyways.<br><br>"Look," someone nearby said. "It's that... thing." Kieran stopped, hand itching to put a dagger in the speaker. But no, that would do him no good, get him in further trouble and land him in prison, near the very people he wished to get away from. Besides, the speaker was young and cocky. Just showing off.<br><br>"Going to harass more monks?" Kieran ignored him and began walking again. He kept one ear on the speaker to see to it that he did not follow any further. He nearly collided with the leather trader as the elf turned from one of the stalls with a load of supplies.<br><br>"Excuse me," he said, taking a step back.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Healing Journey (Nimeneth and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>08-08-2009, 08:09:21</strong>
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				"No harm done," Nalim replied, almost automatically.&nbsp; That was when he actually got a good look at the person.&nbsp; There was no doubt of the other's heritage, nor that this was the person that the townsfolk were talking about - not unless there was another that fit so unusual a description.&nbsp; The other man looked as though drink was a strong and frequent companion - a possible source of conflict with certain human clergy.<br><br>Even as his mind made the obvious leaps, his face stayed relatively neutral, if a little curious.&nbsp; He took in the rest of the man's appearance.&nbsp; "Fair day for travel," he added, shifting his own bundles to a slightly better balance.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Healing Journey (Nimeneth and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>08-08-2009, 16:51:09</strong>
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				"If you have a choice," Kieran replied. He shifted his pack on his strong shoulders. Terrific. It appeared that even the being who frequented the town so little knew about the events of the previous night and was getting ready to pass his own judgment. There just seemed to be no way around these people.<br><br>"I have an appointment I should keep, if you'll excuse me," he said. He sidestepped around the elf, surprisingly graceful for his large size. He made a relatively quick exit of the marketplace into the quiet of the tree-lined path leading to the monastery. For a few moments, at least, he would be alone, until he reached the monastery.<br><br>The stone building soon loomed up between the trees, and Kieran stopped to survey it. It was handsome enough in its own right, but the monastery was no beauty to the eyes of one with dwarf blood. Absently, he wondered if his maternal grandfather's people would take him in if he ignored the church, but realized shortly after that their judgment of him would be far harsher than the church's. He forced himself to keep moving right to the gate, where he stated his business and left his weapons to talk with the abbot.<br><br>Not even 15 minutes later, Kieran was putting a package to be delivered to the church in the capital city in his pack and picking up his gear. Th abbot, once a friend of him, had just given him a grueling journey that would take a considerable amount of time without the added difficulty of protecting the package that the main church wanted to get their hands on and would likely attract much unwanted attention. Sighing, he set back out towards the town and then further west to the capital.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Healing Journey (Nimeneth and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>08-08-2009, 19:03:19</strong>
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				Maybe it was the aftermath of the night before, but Nalim felt even less inclined to hang around the town than normal.&nbsp; After acquiring the last of his month's supplies, he headed back towards his home in the woods.<br><br>Contrary to what the townsfolk thought, Nalim did not live near the local elves.&nbsp; In fact, he had even less to do with them than he did with the human town.&nbsp; Years ago, when he had been traveling north, he had made some efforts to form ties with them, but found them to be more suspicious of 'outlanders' than the humans were, even those that were of similar blood.<br><br>So it was that as the sun climbed towards noon, it found Nalim walking into the western woods, heading for where the main road branched off towards his own form of seclusion.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Healing Journey (Nimeneth and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>08-08-2009, 22:52:34</strong>
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				Kieran stayed in the shade of the trees lining the main road west, keeping the sun from bearing down directly on his head. Judging from the lack of clouds in the sky and the lack of a breeze, today was going to be very hot. He ran a hand across his face, feeling slightly ashamed of himself for his actions that had gotten him in this situation.<br><br>When he opened his eyes again, he thought he saw a person walking ahead of him. He picked up his pace slightly, closing the distance between him and the other person. As he gained ground, he discovered it was the leather trader, likely on his way to his home. Kieran sighed.<br><br>"Good afternoon," he called out.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Healing Journey (Nimeneth and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>09-08-2009, 00:36:26</strong>
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				Nalim slowed his pace at the sound of a voice.&nbsp; Turning, he saw the same man who had bumped into him at the marketplace.&nbsp; <br><br>"Well met," he returned the hail, slowing still further to allow the other to catch up.&nbsp; "It's not often I see anyone on this road - although I suppose there's enough travel to keep the forest from reclaiming it."&nbsp; It was idle talk, giving both the option for conversation or for a mere nod.&nbsp; The whispers may have confirmed that his fellow traveler was responsible for terrifying a priest, but if drink was involved - well, the man was probably sober by now.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Healing Journey (Nimeneth and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>09-08-2009, 01:16:25</strong>
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				"A fair amount of travelers come from the smaller settlements to the west to get things they cannot get in their own areas. We occasionally get traders from the capital and new monks being sent out here for displeasing the church for one reason or another," Kieran replied.<br><br>"We're somewhat of a dumping ground for the... unwanted people in society. And a refuge for those who wish to escape," he added as an afterthought, more to fill the air than anything else. "I assume you're heading to wherever you call home?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Healing Journey (Nimeneth and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>09-08-2009, 03:19:10</strong>
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				"Home, workshop - sanctuary..." Nalim replied.&nbsp; His expression had tightened a little when he heard the word 'refuge', but his tone stayed light.&nbsp; "But judging by your pack, it looks like you have a farther destination in mind - one you aren't as eager to reach."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Healing Journey (Nimeneth and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>09-08-2009, 04:47:22</strong>
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				"The capital," Kieran muttered distastefully. "Full of pompous idiots. When I left years ago I had no intention of going back, but now it appears I have no choice." He rolled his eyes. "I have to deliver something that is likely to cause me quite a bit of trouble along the way, judging by the phrase "protect it with your life", and after I get to play messenger boy, I get punished for what happened last night, which was not fully my fault."<br><br>He snorted and rolled his eyes at himself. "But I'm sure this is of no interest to you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Healing Journey (Nimeneth and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>09-08-2009, 17:15:56</strong>
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				"The 'errand' itself sounds like excessive punishment for a tavern brawl," Nalim replied.&nbsp; "Of course, the townsfolk don't care much about who's interested when they start talking."&nbsp; A sideways glance and half-raised eyebrow showed his opinion of the gossipers that had pervaded the marketplace.<br><br>"You say you expect trouble.&nbsp; Not saying you don't look up to it, but do you have supplies in case that 'trouble' gets in a few blows of its own?"&nbsp; From the look of the massive axe, Nalim had little doubt that any highwayman would come out on the worse end of a confrontation, but a pack of wolves - even human ones - could weaken a stronger opponent against a future attack.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Healing Journey (Nimeneth and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>09-08-2009, 18:02:15</strong>
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				"A tavern brawl involving a monk who is the abbot's favorite and closest confidant. And since the abbot, for one reason or another, dislikes me immensely, in his mind this isn't even close to what I deserve," Kieran replied.<br><br>"I am not much of a healer," Kieran admitted after a moment's hesitation. "Even for my own injuries. It has been a while since I've traveled, and the last time I did so was with someone who had skills with plants and the like. Years ago."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Healing Journey (Nimeneth and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>09-08-2009, 18:54:12</strong>
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				They were nearing the turn-off, and Nalim made a decision.&nbsp; Whatever the circumstances, there was no excuse for a traveler to go unprepared.<br><br>"If you're going by foot, they obviously aren't terribly concerned with speed.&nbsp; If you can spare an hour or so, I should be able to make sure you've got the basics."&nbsp; He indicated the side path with a nod.&nbsp; "Besides, it will save you walking in the day's heat."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Healing Journey (Nimeneth and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>09-08-2009, 19:20:25</strong>
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				"Horses do not like me, so I'll take my time over risking breaking my neck being thrown. And yes, I can certainly spare an hour or so. Gives me a chance to readjust my load and have everything I absolutely need," Kieran said quietly.<br><br>"I thank you," he added as he followed the elf down the side path.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Healing Journey (Nimeneth and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>09-08-2009, 22:52:02</strong>
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				It had been a long time since Nalim had brought anyone to his home - not at all since he had journeyed north.&nbsp; Even now, he wondered about his own motives - perhaps, no matter how he tried to convince himself otherwise, he was not so much a hermit as he believed.<br><br>Once the main road had disappeared behind a screen of trees, they walked for another mile or so before a small house came into view, built so that it almost seemed a part of the landscape.&nbsp; There was a small garden to one side of it, but it seemed more 'encouraged' than cultivated.&nbsp; Set apart from the house was another small shack, with a hide stretched on a frame in front of it.<br><br>"I try to avoid town as much as possible," he explained.&nbsp; "And that includes the healer there.&nbsp; As a result, well..." he gestured at the garden.&nbsp; "I learned to use what was available."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Healing Journey (Nimeneth and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>09-08-2009, 23:14:34</strong>
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				As they walked, Kieran looked around at their surroundings. He was surprised when the small house came into view out of seemingly nowhere. All signs of occupation were well disguised and worked in with nature.<br><br>"I would avoid town more often if I could, but my workshop is there. Hopefully the town can get along without a blacksmith or find someone else to take over," Kieran replied. "But your situation is different, I suppose." He looked around for a moment. "I hate this to sound like an imposition, but there wouldn't happen to be a stream or river nearby? I need to clean up a little so I don't scare anyone into thinking I'm a wildman."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Healing Journey (Nimeneth and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>10-08-2009, 05:22:22</strong>
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				"I work with leather.&nbsp; Believe me, I understand.&nbsp; Other side of the house is where I clean up this time of year."&nbsp; One of the few footprints Nalim had made was deepening a small section of the forest stream to make a pool suitable for bathing.&nbsp; The stream bed there had also been cleared of rocks for the most part, and near the bank was an area where sweet rushes and cattails grew.&nbsp; <br><br>"Go ahead and come on in the house when you're done - I'm going to put things away and see what I can get together for you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Healing Journey (Nimeneth and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>10-08-2009, 16:34:16</strong>
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				"You have my thanks," Kieran said, locating the area in question. He made his way over there and set his pack where it wouldn't get wet. He removed a few items and set those within easy reach when he was in the water. He undressed, leaving the clothes where they'd stay dry, and stepped into the water.<br><br>It was chilly, but water was water. He immersed himself relatively quickly so he'd get used to the temperature before reaching for the soap and scrubbing himself clean.<br><br>A while later, he emerged from the stream clean and shaved, and looking more far more approachable than he had in the marketplace. He dried off and put his pants and boots on, liking the feel of the dappled sunlight on his back and shoulders. He combed out his hair and went to Nalim's house.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Healing Journey (Nimeneth and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>10-08-2009, 18:28:25</strong>
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				As rustic as the outside appeared, the interior of the house was actually very nicely furnished.&nbsp; Instead of the normal flat chairs, woven strips of leather wrapped around wooden frames to form flexible cradles for sitting in.&nbsp; Rawhide was used in place of pegs or nails to bind wood together in both the furnishings and the construction of the house itself, and a hide worked to almost cloth-like consistency hung across an interior doorway to separate off another room.&nbsp; Dried and drying herbs hung from the rafters, softening the scents of leather and wood.<br><br>Nalim was in the process of collecting some of these bundles, sorting them into small pouches while a ceramic pot simmered on a low fire.&nbsp; He looked up as the front door opened, and a slight smile touched his lips as he took in his guest's appearance.<br><br><em>It's been a while,</em> he thought.&nbsp; <em>Maybe I've isolated myself too long.</em><br><br>"I've put on some tea, if you'd like some," he offered.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Healing Journey (Nimeneth and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>10-08-2009, 18:45:01</strong>
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				Kieran looked around as he stepped inside, having to turn slightly sideways to fit his large frame through the door. Nalim certainly had a unique house, held together by the leather he worked with. He admired his surroundings for a moment. The smell of leather, even masked as it was by the herbs hanging in bundles, was bringing up some memories.<br><br>He subtly shifted his pack around in front of him to disguise his body's reaction to the memories brought on by the smell. He admired one of the chairs, running his fingers over the craftsmanship in admiration.<br><br>"Tea would be nice, thank you," he replied quietly. "This is all very interesting and well done." He indicated the construction of the house and the furniture. "How does this hold up in winter?" he asked curiously.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Healing Journey (Nimeneth and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>11-08-2009, 04:36:43</strong>
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				"Not too bad, actually.&nbsp; The rawhide shrinks when it dries, so it pulls the wood together.&nbsp; Any cracks that were left, I caulked with clay.&nbsp; The first year wasn't so great, but that was because I was still <em>finding</em> the cracks."&nbsp; He laughed softly.&nbsp; "Of course, it was still better than sleeping on the road - kept the rain off at the very least."<br><br>The pot started to steam, and Nalim crushed a handful of dried herbs into it before taking it off the flame.&nbsp; He had to search for a few moments to find a second cup, but soon he had placed two cups onto the table.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Healing Journey (Nimeneth and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>11-08-2009, 05:30:22</strong>
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				Kieran nodded. He was intimately familiar with certain properties of rawhide. He quickly tried to get his mind off the memories that were continuing to rise up in his memory. "I suppose it was far less expensive to make your home this way than using traditional methods. Seems to make more sense, in any case. I'm still finding cracks in my home, years after it was built."<br><br>He seated himself in the chair he had admired moments before, finding it quite comfortable. Of course, the movement of sitting revealed a bulge in his trousers, which he again tried to hide. "How do you stand living alone?" he asked quietly after a moment of silence. He knew he couldn't - the silence ate at him and often drove him to the tavern for a bit of noise and human contact.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Healing Journey (Nimeneth and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>11-08-2009, 09:00:58</strong>
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				If Nalim noticed the effort of concealment, he showed no offense.&nbsp; "Sometimes - it's less difficult than being around people," he said softly.&nbsp; "It's easier to drown myself in the tanning shed than - well -" he broke off with a shake of his head.&nbsp; "Not only <em>can't</em> they understand, they don't <em>want</em> to understand."<br><br>A vague gesture indicated the town, and with it, the humans that had unknowingly prompted their meeting.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Healing Journey (Nimeneth and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>11-08-2009, 17:21:29</strong>
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				"I think I can empathize a little," Kieran said. "There are times when I'm perfectly happy to remain away from town." He shrugged. "They don't trust me because they don't know what I am, not that they ask about it either."<br><br>He picked up his cup and sipped it. "It's hard sometimes, though, to be isolated..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Healing Journey (Nimeneth and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>11-08-2009, 19:52:31</strong>
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				"I thought that when I first arrived here," Nalim said.&nbsp; "After a few years, though, I guess I - stopped trying.&nbsp; I'd go into town to get supplies, but there was no real reason for me to go more often.&nbsp; After a while, it became a habit."<br><br>He looked a little sheepish.&nbsp; "I suppose that doesn't really solve the problem."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Healing Journey (Nimeneth and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>11-08-2009, 20:17:49</strong>
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				"If it weren't for having to go into town nearly every day to heat up my forge and do some work, I'd likely be the same way. Unfortunately, being in town has given me a reason to get drunk on occasion - the inn's right on my way home and sometimes I just get too lonely," Kieran explained with a shrug. "There are times when I think I should make the decision to give up blacksmithing and move on to woodworking so I'm not so tempted. It would probably be better for my health and my reputation in town..."<br><br>"What drove you here in the first place, if I'm not prying?" He lifted his gaze from his tea to the elf.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Healing Journey (Nimeneth and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>12-08-2009, 02:22:11</strong>
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				"Memories, mostly," Nalim said, looking into the tea as if reading the dregs.&nbsp; "I couldn't stay where I was - hoped that traveling far away from there would give me a fresh start."&nbsp; He looked back up at his guest.&nbsp; "It only works to a certain point."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Healing Journey (Nimeneth and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>12-08-2009, 03:17:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I know," Kieran said quietly. "Memories have a way of catching up to you, which is the only problem with that attempt to get away from them." He finished his tea and set the cup carefully down before pulling a clean shirt out of his pack. "Thank you for the tea and the herbs. I should probably try to make a few more miles before it starts getting dark."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Healing Journey (Nimeneth and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>12-08-2009, 19:59:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Hopefully, you won't need to make use of them - but it's always better to be prepared," Nalim said, shaking off the disquieting mood that had settled on him.&nbsp; "The larger pouch will take the sickness out of wounds - just wrap a handful in a cloth and soak it.&nbsp; The smaller one is for fever.&nbsp; Make it like a cup of tea."<br><br>He rose to take the cups over to a wash basin, but paused after letting them drop into the warm water.&nbsp; "How long do you think you'll be gone?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Healing Journey (Nimeneth and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>12-08-2009, 20:14:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Thank you for helping me be prepared in the off chance I should need them," Kieran said. He tucked the herbs into his pack and shouldered it. "I'll likely be gone several months. Thank you for your aid." Quietly, he left and set out for the main path.<br><br>Hours later, near sundown, Kieran was beginning to set up camp. He had made 5 miles today, which was good considering the late start and his little trip to the leather worker's home for herbs and to wash up. Further, he had managed to catch a rabbit for dinner, and was very satisfied with himself. As soon as he had a fire going, he started cleaning the rabbit and got ready to roast it.<br><br>He sighed to himself, already missing the ability to go into town and interact with people. He was lonely, even more than he had been at home. Tonight was likely to be a difficult for one for him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Healing Journey (Nimeneth and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>12-08-2009, 23:13:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				After he'd finished cleaning up from the brief visit, the silence returned.&nbsp; An hour after the front door had closed, Nalim was feeling strangely unsettled.&nbsp; After another hour, he found himself walking back towards the main road, a heavier-than -normal pack slung over his back.&nbsp; In addition to clothing, he had another assortment of herbs, as well as root vegetables from the garden and a loaf of bread.<br><br><em>This is insane,</em> he thought.&nbsp; <em>He's got a mission - it's nothing to do with me.&nbsp; If anything, I'll just be something else for him to worry about.</em>&nbsp; Still, his feet made the turn away from town and towards the distant capital.<br><br>He still hadn't caught sight of any other travelers by the time the sun was setting, and started to have doubts again.&nbsp; <em>Too late to start back, though,</em> he realized.&nbsp; <em>Either way, I'll have to camp for the night.</em>&nbsp; As the moon rose, he started looking more for a place to spend the night - and the glow of a fire beckoned.&nbsp; It could have been anyone, but Nalim had walked too far to really care.&nbsp; Relieved, he made his way towards the circle of light.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Healing Journey (Nimeneth and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>13-08-2009, 03:37:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His dinner finally finished cooking after darkness fell. Kieran pulled the rabbit from over the fire and pulled the tubers from where they had been cooking in the coals. Quietly, he sliced meat from the rabbit and cut up one of the tubers, eating the slices right from his knife. He stared out past his fire into what he could see of the surrounding trees blankly.<br><br>The blank look soon changed as Kieran thought he saw a bit of movement. He blinked and stared intently into that area, cursing himself silently for having stared practically into the fire for so long. A moment later, he saw the movement again and tensed slightly as it started coming closer. His hand went for his ax, which was never far from his side even at rest, and waited for a while longer to see if whatever was coming towards him was a threat.<br><br>"Come on," he muttered to himself. His hand tightened on the haft of his ax, ready to swing at any potential threat. "Come out..." The leather worker from earlier that day stepped into his line of sight a moment later, and Kieran blinked in confusion. "What are you doing here?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Healing Journey (Nimeneth and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>13-08-2009, 17:54:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I've been asking myself that for the past hour," Nalim replied, holding his hands out in the classic 'non-threat' manner.&nbsp; "The best I can come up with is that you may have been right - about the isolation.&nbsp; On top of that, I thought maybe I could be of some assistance - you mentioned that in the past, you'd traveled with someone else who knew the healing arts."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Healing Journey (Nimeneth and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>13-08-2009, 18:35:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kieran set his ax back where it had sat before he had sensed the approach. He gestured for Nalim to join him at his fire. As the elf sat, Kieran offered him some food, glad for once that he had made more than he could eat on his own and that he had little appetite that evening.<br><br>"She knew about healing well enough that we could continue our travels until we came across another town and get checked out properly," he replied. "We got along well enough. Your help is much appreciated, in any case. But I must ask... can you defend yourself if need be?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Healing Journey (Nimeneth and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>13-08-2009, 19:55:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"It's difficult to work leather without knowing a blade and a bow," Nalim replied with a smile.&nbsp; "I've also spent time traveling before as well.&nbsp; If I can't avoid a fight, I can give a good accounting of myself in it."<br><br>He accepted the offered food and gave a nod at his own pack.&nbsp; "I brought some extra supplies as well.&nbsp; I wasn't about to put a burden on you because of my impulsiveness."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Healing Journey (Nimeneth and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>13-08-2009, 20:25:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"That is good," Kieran said. "I've never liked traveling with non-fighters. Too much of a liability." He finished off his own small meal shortly and moved the few feet to the small stream he had set up camp near to wash his hands and splash water on his face. He returned, wiping his hands and face.<br><br>"We'll manage. I'm good with traps so we should have enough meat while we're on the road, which would probably be the biggest problem for us." He was slightly surprised at himself for moving from thinking about just himself to accepting another being into his "traveling party" so quickly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Healing Journey (Nimeneth and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>14-08-2009, 03:43:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I plan on carrying my weight in that respect as well.&nbsp; With two people, there's a bit more flexibility with what game is worth getting.&nbsp; No sense in trapping more than you can eat."<br><br>He breathed a little easier knowing that he hadn't made the trip just to be turned back.&nbsp; "I suppose I should introduce myself - my name is Nalim."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Healing Journey (Nimeneth and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>14-08-2009, 19:45:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Kieran," Kieran replied. He offered one large hand to the elf to shake. "It's nice to meet you, even if this is actually our second meeting." He allowed a small grin to cross his face.<br><br>"As for meat, typically I only go for small game. There's less wasted that way and I'm usually more successful at catching it. I tend to move a bit too loudly for larger game," he admitted. "Large bodies like mine are usually not made to move without sound in forest. At least, I've never been able to..." He shrugged his broad shoulders. "A downside to my heritage, I suppose..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Healing Journey (Nimeneth and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>15-08-2009, 08:00:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'm sure it benefits you in other ways," Nalim said sympathetically.&nbsp; "I imagine your smithing has a much broader range than most elven smiths."&nbsp; He cocked his head, looking Kieran up and down.&nbsp; "And even with your size, you're less likely to stand out in a dim forest."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Healing Journey (Nimeneth and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>16-08-2009, 04:14:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"More likely to get attacked based on prejudice, but I suppose you're right," Kieran sighed. He settled himself more comfortably where he was. "It's been hard to look on the brighter side of things for me.... for a while."<br><br>And maybe this was why he needed solid companionship, at least for a while. It might put his life in a better perspective now. And he knew he needed a different perspective on his life - might keep him from making stupid mistakes that could get him killed.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Healing Journey (Nimeneth and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>16-08-2009, 08:17:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I know how that is," Nalim replied.&nbsp; "People - both elves and humans - seem to react badly to those who are - different."<br><br>He looked away briefly.&nbsp; "But I suppose we ought to get some rest before tomorrow."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Healing Journey (Nimeneth and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>16-08-2009, 16:19:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yes. We're luckily close enough to town that we won't need to set a watch," Kieran responded. He took a moment to make sure the fire wouldn't go out in the middle of the night and spread his gear out, laying down on it. "Good night."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Healing Journey (Nimeneth and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>16-08-2009, 18:43:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Nalim laid awake for a while longer.&nbsp; It had been a while since he had slept outdoors, and it brought back memories of a dogged journey north.&nbsp; When he did finally fall asleep, it was full of disjointed dreams.<br><br><em>Slender hands finding his as he sat in front of a fire.<br><br>Those same hands clasped between his own in a desperate grip.<br><br>Laughing brown eyes in a face tinged with rose from Winter's kiss.<br><br>Those same eyes, closed, in a face too pale and drawn.<br><br>The sound of a voice, calling out to him across a summer clearing.<br><br>That same voice, barely a whisper, telling him not to worry himself sick.</em><br><br>Nalim came awake with a start.&nbsp; The sun was just rising.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Healing Journey (Nimeneth and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>16-08-2009, 22:18:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kieran was already awake and dealing with breakfast when Nalim woke with a start. He looked up at the elf and nodded at him.<br><br>"Good morning. Rough night?" he asked. He said nothing of his own dreams of hands and faces and old friends and lovers now gone. "I caught another rabbit in my traps overnight. Hope you don't mind."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Healing Journey (Nimeneth and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>17-08-2009, 00:00:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"The last time I slept outside was on my trip north.&nbsp; Not exactly good associations."&nbsp; He stood and stretched.&nbsp; "It should get better as we go - new country, new memories..."<br><br>He eyed the carcass of the rabbit, then went to his pack.&nbsp; "Here - normally I'd put herbs in the cavity, but you can sprinkle this on the outside to give it a little more flavor," he said, passing over one of the many small packets from inside.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Healing Journey (Nimeneth and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>17-08-2009, 00:28:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Thanks," Kieran said, taking the herb packet from the elf. He prepared the rabbit carefully and set it out to cook. "Usually I don't garnish my food when I'm traveling. Mostly because I don't carry a lot of herbs on me." He shrugged.<br><br>"So you're full elf?" he asked, changing the subject. "What's it like?" The question was quiet, almost as if he was afraid to ask it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Healing Journey (Nimeneth and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>17-08-2009, 04:12:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Like?"&nbsp; Nalim cocked his head in thought.&nbsp; "It's not something I've often thought about - no more than a fish would think about being a fish.&nbsp; I should clear one thing up, though.&nbsp; To your northern elves, I am as much an outlander as the humans of the village.&nbsp; Possibly more of one."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Healing Journey (Nimeneth and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>17-08-2009, 05:10:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I ask because I have the strengths and weaknesses of three races, which are often pretty contradictory," Kieran replied. He shrugged. "I get confused a lot," he said quietly. "I don't know what it's like to not be full of contradictions..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Healing Journey (Nimeneth and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>18-08-2009, 04:27:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Three?" Nalim asked.&nbsp; "I suspected half when I first saw you - and that you might take after a human parent.&nbsp; Unusual, but not completely unheard of."&nbsp; <br><br>Unusual frequently because of the fact that elves had such long life spans compared to humans.&nbsp; Any such love was inevitably tragic as the human partner died while the elf was still fairly young.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Healing Journey (Nimeneth and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>18-08-2009, 05:30:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yes, three. Both of my parents were half. My father was just half dwarf while my mother was half drow," Kieran explained. "I have yet to see a human with shoulders as wide as mine. Well, one that didn't look grotesque as a result. I didn't even know that half-breeds could procreate. Perhaps I was just a rare case." He shrugged.<br><br>"My father left shortly after I was born. He, at least, was still somewhat accepted among the dwarfs and wasn't going to jeopardize his acceptance by admitting that he had fathered a strange creature such as me. My mother sold me when I was maybe 7 because she figured I'd be better off as someone's slave or a fixture in some form of freak show. I don't know how they ended up meeting." He finished cooking the rabbit and served it, lost somewhat in memories.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Healing Journey (Nimeneth and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>18-08-2009, 15:56:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Seven..."&nbsp; The word was barely breathed.&nbsp; Nalim had heard about how drow treated males, but it was still a shock to think of a mother selling her own child, no matter what the situation.&nbsp; He took a haunch from the rabbit and ate thoughtfully for a while.<br><br>"So - you weren't even 'raised' in any kind of culture - not in a real sense of the word," he said.&nbsp; "I doubt you were treated as a child should be once you left your mother's care."&nbsp; The elf spoke his words carefully, watching for any sign that he had overstepped his companion's boundaries.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Healing Journey (Nimeneth and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>18-08-2009, 17:19:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"That's putting it lightly, not that I was treated as a child by my mother either. She was the type of woman who could deal with kids all that well, which is why she sold me. I do not forgive her for it, but I can guess why, since she was likely not treated well as a child herself," Kieran said with a shrug. He ate his breakfast quietly as well.<br><br>"Being a slave wasn't the worst thing that happened to me, before you assume. I was fed well assuming I behaved, and until I was 11 most of the work they gave me was light because I was small." He sighed. "Not something that I'd want to go back to, obviously, but not bad."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Healing Journey (Nimeneth and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>18-08-2009, 18:34:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"From your question, I'm guessing that you were in a human household for that time?&nbsp; I can probably describe how being an elf is different from being a human - but that's mostly based on what I've seen of humans."<br><br>As he finished his breakfast, Nalim set the bones to one side.&nbsp; They would be taken away by scavengers, at least.&nbsp; Briefly, he considered asking after the hide, but realized that their travel wouldn't allow for the proper curing - that would have to make a meal for the crows and foxes as well.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Healing Journey (Nimeneth and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>18-08-2009, 19:20:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Humans have an incurable curiosity about what they do not understand, so yes. I was in a human household for a time. Two separate ones and then a traveling sideshow before I was finally freed," Kieran sighed. There were the memories again.<br><br>Finished with his meal, he tossed the remnants aside for the wildlife and set about killing the fire. He was thorough about it. He took a moment to wash his hands and face again and packed up his gear slowly. He kept an eye on the fire, making sure there were no further sparks that might set the surrounding area alight and destroy the forest and the homes of the animals. He looked at the elf when he was ready.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Healing Journey (Nimeneth and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>18-08-2009, 21:24:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I believe that curiosity may only seem so intense because they have less opportunity to indulge it," Nalim commented.&nbsp; "In fact, that seems to account for a lot of the differences - but not always in a bad way.&nbsp; If it wasn't for that curiosity, I wouldn't have had much chance of settling here."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Healing Journey (Nimeneth and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>19-08-2009, 04:56:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"True," Kieran replied. He sighed. "But annoying. There are times when I wish people would just leave me alone. The kids especially." He got to his feet. "Are you ready to get going?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Healing Journey (Nimeneth and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>19-08-2009, 16:25:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Nalim shouldered his pack.&nbsp; "Ready enough.&nbsp; After all, we can always talk on the road, and - who knows.&nbsp; Maybe it will be easier for me to show you what it's like to be 'a full elf' than it is to explain it."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Healing Journey (Nimeneth and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>19-08-2009, 17:24:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"That's likely the best course," Kieran agreed with a nod. He headed back for the path but again kept in the shade of the trees as he traveled. He watched his companion out of the corner of his eye, unable to keep his eyes off him, especially as he was covered in leather.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Healing Journey (Nimeneth and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>20-08-2009, 06:44:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Nalim couldn't help noticing the sidelong glances.&nbsp; Maybe he could have passed it off as simple curiosity based on their earlier conversation, but combining it with what he'd 'almost seen' at his home made it clear that there was something more than just casual interest.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Healing Journey (Nimeneth and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>20-08-2009, 17:58:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kieran blushed when Nalim caught him looking and quickly looked away. If he couldn't keep his eyes and desires to himself, this was going to be a long trip. He was pretty sure that Nalim wouldn't be interested in him anyways. He sighed and tried to think of something to talk about to make the day pass faster without making either of them feel awkward.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Healing Journey (Nimeneth and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>20-08-2009, 19:20:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"So - I can see why you went into blacksmithing," Nalim ventured.&nbsp; Kieran's build made that profession a natural path.&nbsp; "Did you forge the blade you carry?"&nbsp; In truth, the elf was thinking of the strength it must take to wield not only the smith's hammer, but the great axe itself.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Healing Journey (Nimeneth and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>20-08-2009, 19:45:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I had help. It was one of the first things I made, and one of the only weapons. I made a few swords but those were for friends of mine who I knew wouldn't go off and try to rob people with them," Kieran replied. "And yes, blacksmithing kind of goes with my build and my blood." He cast another quick glance at the elf.<br><br>"What drew you to leatherworking?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Healing Journey (Nimeneth and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>21-08-2009, 16:44:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well, it started fairly early.&nbsp; I was raised to live with nature, rather than living off of it - it's one of those things that humans have a harder time understanding, although there are some that try.&nbsp; Part of that includes using as much of what you hunt as you can.&nbsp; Our village had a tanner, and I remember being fascinated with all the different things that came out of his workroom."<br><br>It was easy to talk about his trade, Nalim found.&nbsp; Even as personal as some of his craft had eventually gotten, it was - for the most part - a safe topic.<br><br>"It's amazing how versatile leather is," he went on.&nbsp; "Boiled hard, it can be durable armor, or the soles of shoes.&nbsp; Worked soft, and you can get suede as soft as cloth - and that's not even getting into furs."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Healing Journey (Nimeneth and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>21-08-2009, 17:08:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"So you got into it early in life? Working with leather, I mean. It is amazing what a good craftsman can make, and your work has attracted my eye on more than one occasion, but usually I can't think of a good reason to buy anything other than shoes and normal every day things. And I wouldn't have the patience to learn, either..."<br><br>Kieran signed and adjusted his pack and ax so they settled more comfortably across his broad frame. He really had to replace the harness for the ax, as it was getting old and starting to dig in to very uncomfortable places.<br><br>"What do you make other than what you sell at the market?" he asked. "To amuse yourself, I guess would be an appropriate way of putting it." As long as the elf didn't make an innuendo out of that or read too far into it, everything would be fine.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Healing Journey (Nimeneth and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>21-08-2009, 19:27:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"There's a few things that I don't sell - mostly because there's not much market for them.&nbsp; Ornamental items mostly - bracelets, masks...&nbsp; Some things just to use up bits of scrap, some things to just be doing something - more challenging."<br><br>As he spoke, Nalim couldn't help a slight smile.&nbsp; He had a few scraps with him, just for the sake of keeping busy, and if his suspicions about the other man were correct, he might be able to draw a confirmation out of him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Healing Journey (Nimeneth and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>22-08-2009, 01:02:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"More challenging like what?" His curiosity was aroused now. The elf seemed to be in love with what he did, and there weren't many people Kieran could name that were the same way. In many ways, it was rather refreshing, and it was also helping pass the time.<br><br>Now if only Kieran could keep his mind from wandering inappropriately...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Healing Journey (Nimeneth and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>22-08-2009, 18:22:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Alright - picture this.&nbsp; A braid of leather - simple enough, right?&nbsp; But at the ends, the three pieces are back to being a single piece of leather.&nbsp; Now, the average townsperson will generally choose the cheapest, simplest way to keep his pants up, so I generally don't bother bringing such things to the market."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Healing Journey (Nimeneth and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>22-08-2009, 22:19:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Picking the simplest and cheapest way of doing things is a trait that seems to be common among humans out in the rural areas, even with the work I do. What they don't seem to realize is that usually it's better for them to spend a little extra coin and get a better piece of work then have to replace it every year. I'm assuming the braid of leather holds up better than a plan belt, correct?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Healing Journey (Nimeneth and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>22-08-2009, 23:03:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"To some extent - the same way that a braided rope holds up better than a length of cord.&nbsp; However the primary purpose is making something that looks different, a little mysterious, maybe.&nbsp; As I said, it's more of an amusement than something made for a reason.&nbsp; I normally use that technique on smaller pieces of waste leather for bracelets, though."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Healing Journey (Nimeneth and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>23-08-2009, 02:21:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Interesting," Kieran said with a slight smile. "There are worse ways to pass time and I understand keeping your hands busy... not so much lately, though." He gave voice to a soft sigh. "Sometimes I wish I had more projects to work on rather than just the meaningless work that I always have to do."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Healing Journey (Nimeneth and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>23-08-2009, 20:47:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Depending on what you have to work with, you can 'make' yourself busy.&nbsp; I know very little about smithing, though, so I wouldn't know where to start for ideas there - I mean, what sorts of things do you normally do, if it's not weapons?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Healing Journey (Nimeneth and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>24-08-2009, 00:30:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Horseshoes and farm implements, mostly. Not much room to flex one's creativity when nobody's going to spend the extra money on something that will last longer than two or three plowing season in this soil. And I don't usually have scraps to work with like you do, since metal can be extremely expensive."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Healing Journey (Nimeneth and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>24-08-2009, 04:49:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Hm.&nbsp; And not exactly the most portable of trades to experiment with, either," Nalim mused.&nbsp; Then he looked back over at Kieran.&nbsp; "Although - when we get back, I might have some more - creative ideas for you."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Healing Journey (Nimeneth and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>24-08-2009, 14:09:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"No, not in the slightest," Kieran sighed. "And it's loud and I'm sure if I went at it the people living relatively close to the forge wouldn't like late night experimentation anyways." He glanced at Nalim. "Creative how?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Healing Journey (Nimeneth and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>24-08-2009, 16:17:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I was thinking of some wrought-work.&nbsp; I'd have a few specifications, but otherwise, you would have free reign on the actual design, and we could arrange either coin or trade for payment.&nbsp; What do you think?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Healing Journey (Nimeneth and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>25-08-2009, 00:37:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I honestly don't have a lot of experience with wrought-work so I can't guarentee it'll be the... prettiest piece of work you've seen. I am up for the challenge. What are you looking for, specifically?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Healing Journey (Nimeneth and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>25-08-2009, 05:00:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I was mostly thinking of something that could stand on its own, roughly symmetrical design - It doesn't have to be anything too complicated."&nbsp; Nalim shrugged and smiled.&nbsp; "I was trying to come up with something that might pique a blacksmith's inspiration, so I haven't quite got a purpose for it yet."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Healing Journey (Nimeneth and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>25-08-2009, 05:30:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'll have to think on that, although symmetry gets boring after a while." Kieran was silent for a while. "I can probably attempt something to break up the main room of your house into two areas, but that all depends on when we get back and if I still have a forge." He continued walking, trying to keep his embarassing questions in check.<br><br>"Uhm... why do you dress entirely in leather?" The question was quiet, but Kieran instantly regretted asking it and turned red. That wasn't any of his business and it was probably because the elf was a leather worker.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Healing Journey (Nimeneth and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>26-08-2009, 15:06:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"A couple reasons, actually," Nalim replied.&nbsp; "Obviously, you can't argue with the convenience, and it's more durable than cloth, but the feel of a well-prepared piece of leather is just one of those simple pleasures."<br><br>Then, a blush spread across his face.&nbsp; "And a long time ago, someone told me I looked good in leather, so I suppose there's a little vanity there, too."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Healing Journey (Nimeneth and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>26-08-2009, 16:35:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Those make sense. Even the vanity one," Kieran replied. He was inclined to agree with the comment about how leather felt. "You do look good. Very good." He blushed a little at the direction some of his thoughts were headed down, and could feel himself stirring again. He seriously had to stop thinking and talking about leather, but traveling with Nalim, that was far harder than it should have been.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Healing Journey (Nimeneth and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>26-08-2009, 20:23:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The admission had come sooner than Nalim had expected.&nbsp; Perhaps it was the fact that the two were walking in relative solitude, far from anyone who could overhear.&nbsp; He decided to take a bit more of a chance.<br><br>"Thank you.&nbsp; It's nice to hear that from someone else - especially when it's not just out of politeness."&nbsp; He glanced over with a hint of a smile, trying to catch Kieran's reaction.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Healing Journey (Nimeneth and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>27-08-2009, 18:30:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kieran was blushing and rubbing the back of his neck as Nalim thanked him. "You're welcome," he said quietly. He couldn't believe he had said something like that to someone he barely knew. How embarassing.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Healing Journey (Nimeneth and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>28-08-2009, 14:59:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Did I push him too far?</em> Nalim wondered.&nbsp; It could make the rest of their journey awkward - but if he was able to get through the blacksmith's wall of solitude, he was sure that he'd find someone craving companionship just as much as he was.<br><br>He stayed silent for a little while, waiting to see if Kieran would say anything further, but when that wasn't forthcoming, he spoke again.<br><br>"I don't mean to make you uncomfortable.&nbsp; I know that the humans aren't as open about admitting such things - even when it involves a man and a woman."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Healing Journey (Nimeneth and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>28-08-2009, 16:24:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"It's been a long time," Kieran admitted after another few moments of silence. "Since I've had the guts to say anything like that, I mean. I've almost started ignoring people, so it's a little... strange... for me to say anything. I'm not used to it, I guess... or being approached at all for anything other than work, when I think about it."<br><br>He glanced at Nalim for a moment and chewed on his lip. "I'm just going to need some time to get used to everything again..." The words were quiet, but he was sure the elf would pick up on them.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Healing Journey (Nimeneth and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>28-08-2009, 17:07:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I understand completely,"&nbsp; Nalim said.&nbsp; "But I also didn't want you to feel that your reactions might be - unwelcome.&nbsp; I think that would make traveling together even more awkward."<br><br>It had been a while for the leather-worker as well.&nbsp; Not since he had started his journey north had he felt that sense of anticipation when looking at another.&nbsp; True, Kieran looked nothing like anyone he'd ever met before, but he could imagine the strength in those broad shoulders and the way that those dark fingers would look against his own skin.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Healing Journey (Nimeneth and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>28-08-2009, 17:42:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kieran nodded, showing his understanding. It was still going to take him some time before he felt fully comfortable with the elf, but for now he'd just be grateful for the conversation. Although thinking back, he began to wonder why he had shown off when Nalim had taken him aside to give him some herbs.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Healing Journey (Nimeneth and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>31-08-2009, 18:29:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				For the rest of the morning, Nalim tried to keep the conversation light.&nbsp; Occasionally, he would make note of some useful plant, either by commenting on it, or actually using his belt knife to make a quick harvest.&nbsp; His nimble fingers seemed to work almost without thinking to tie the bundles onto a length of thong that dangled from the shoulder straps of his pack.<br><br>For now, he stayed away from the topic of relationships.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Healing Journey (Nimeneth and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>01-09-2009, 22:09:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kieran made a mental note of the plants that Nalim pointed out as they walked. He responded to the light conversation politely, again not really sure of what he was doing traveling with the elf and what he could talk about without making either of them feel awkward.<br><br>Around noon, Kieran stepped off the path. "I'm getting a little hungry. Would you mind if we stopped for lunch?" he asked, glancing at the elf before he went about putting his weapons and pack down.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Healing Journey (Nimeneth and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>05-09-2009, 20:42:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Not at all - were you thinking of a hot lunch, or just a rest break?"&nbsp; The sun had reached its height, so it was a good time to stop.&nbsp; Nalim had brought supplies that would lend themselves to either option, and fully intended on carrying his own weight on the journey.<br><br>And, if he managed to make himself useful enough, there would be more reason for them to stay together.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Healing Journey (Nimeneth and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>05-09-2009, 21:28:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Just a rest break," Kieran replied. "I still want to make good time today." Besides, he knew that if he stopped for too long, his mind would wander. Again. They probably wouldn't stay put anyways. He started taking his pack and ax off and dug into his pack for some food. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Healing Journey (Nimeneth and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>08-09-2009, 14:41:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Makes sense," Nalim replied.&nbsp; He also brought out some travel food - a loaf of coarse bread with dried berries baked into it.&nbsp; He broke this in half and offered one portion to the other man.&nbsp; <br><br>"Between the two of us, we can keep an eye out for fresh meat for dinner.&nbsp; Might as well save the preserved food until we have to use it," he said.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Healing Journey (Nimeneth and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>08-09-2009, 20:27:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh," Kieran said when the elf offered him half a loaf of bread. "Thank you." He took it. It wasn't his normal traveling fare, so he was initially a little wary of it tasting strange, until he nibbled on it. He blinked in surprise and took a larger bite. "Mmmm."<br><br>As he ate, he managed to open his pack and dug into it. He was looking for his whetstone, likely buried at the bottom where it usually fell, so he could move it to a more easily accessible place for when they camped that evening. For whatever reason, sharpening his blade calmed him (likely due to the simple, repetitive, mindless motion involved). Instead&nbsp; of the stone, however, his fingers found something softer. He couldn't quite identify it just by touch, so he pulled it out.<br><br>The man's eyes widened and he turned red in embarrassment when he finally pulled the object out of his bags. A pair of leather cuffs, linked by a short chain. The cuffs were of sturdy make and, if Kieran remembered correctly, the set that an old lover had loved to torment him with. Hurriedly, he tried to stuff them back to save himself from being completely mortified and having to explain why he had them with him. In his rush, he nearly dropped his food, and in an effort to keep from doing that, dropped the cuffs, right in plain view. He froze and tried not to squirm...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Healing Journey (Nimeneth and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>09-09-2009, 03:14:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The soft jingle of the chain links caught Nalim's attention, and he looked up - and saw the cuffs.&nbsp; For a moment, he was as frozen as Kieran.&nbsp; <br><br><em>He couldn't know.&nbsp; There's no way - no one in this town would have a reason to know.</em><br><br>He blinked a few times and then coughed softly.&nbsp; "Nice - workmanship," he said, lifting the cuffs and handing them back to the darker man.&nbsp; Still, his fingers traced over the leather before he released it - particularly the inner surface.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Healing Journey (Nimeneth and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>09-09-2009, 03:31:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kieran nodded, still visibly red even despite his dark skin tone, as Nalim picked the cuffs up and handed them back to him. Now that the elf had seen them, there was no use hurrying them back into his pack He was already found out. He prepared himself for an awkward silence for the rest of the day.<br><br>He quickly reconsidered that vision of the future when he saw that Nalim's hand lingered on the leather, and he looked up at the elf's face. He seemed to be... quite interested in the cuffs, paying them more attention than would have been given had thy merely been a curiosity.<br><br>"They were a gift," Kieran said, mind starting to race a bit. "You like them?" The question was both to see what Nalim thought about the physical appearance of the cuffs, and also to see if the elf was interested in the implications of them.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Healing Journey (Nimeneth and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>09-09-2009, 04:57:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"They look well-made - not likely to come off accidentally or break.&nbsp; Of course, that's the point of any kind of restraint," Nalim said.&nbsp; Given the opportunity, he had taken a longer look.&nbsp; "It looks like they've seen some use," he added.&nbsp; It was faint - a slight stretching to one of the buckle-notches that showed where it usually fastened - but the elf's craft made it easier to notice such things.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Healing Journey (Nimeneth and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>09-09-2009, 05:08:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"It's... been a while," Kieran admitted softly after a minute. "I guess they kind of just got left there after..." He trailed off, turning the cuffs over in his hands. He didn't want to say the words, but he knew he'd have to, soon. He swallowed and took another bite of the bread to keep his mouth occupied for the moment.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Healing Journey (Nimeneth and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>09-09-2009, 19:32:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Surprisingly, Nalim nodded as if he understood completely.&nbsp; "... after the last time you used them," he said.&nbsp; Then he looked back at Kieran.&nbsp; "Things like this - don't get used on just anybody."&nbsp; <br><br>It could have been an innocent statement.&nbsp; Kieran was a blacksmith now, not a member of the guard who would use such a thing every day.&nbsp; The man's past was still a near-complete mystery - there could have been a time when he had needed to restrain prisoners.<br><br>Nalim was fairly sure this wasn't the case, though.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Healing Journey (Nimeneth and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>09-09-2009, 19:40:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The man watched the elf, still worried that there was soon going to be some sort of rejection coming his way. He seemed to understand, but Kieran couldn't be sure if he actually did or was just acting it. It didn't particularly matter, but it would give him a better idea of where he stood with the elf.<br><br>He took a deep breath after swallowing his mouthful and let it out in a sigh. "I left them there after my old companions went south to war, about 8 years ago now. When they didn't come back..." He licked his lips. It was still a bit painful to talk about. "When they didn't come back, I didn't have any use for the cuffs."<br><br>Until the present, if he was reading the elf correctly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Healing Journey (Nimeneth and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>09-09-2009, 21:00:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Again, there was an understanding nod.&nbsp; "I know the feeling of having friends go where you cannot follow.&nbsp; There are similar - souvenirs that I have kept.&nbsp; Of course, it's been long since I've traveled, so they are tucked away."<br><br>Thankfully, he had not had much contact with that war.&nbsp; He had made pieces of armor, and scabbards for swords, but that was the extent of it.&nbsp; It had still been a relief when he had been able to return to more peaceful pursuits.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Healing Journey (Nimeneth and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>09-09-2009, 21:53:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"It's more than going where I can't follow. They died in battle and I don't even know where either of them were buried," he said by way of explanation. That brought up more sour memories, mostly because, unlike most of the men in the area at the time, he had WANTED to go off and fight. It would have gotten him away from the intolerant, close-minded villagers he had been living with for a very long time. And since the village was so far away from the war front, he wouldn't have gotten paid for creating weapons for the warriors. He felt as if he had been rotting there doing nothing.<br><br>With another sigh, Kieran finished his bread and went back to searching for his whetstone. When he found it, on the bottom like always, he slipped it into a pocket and (reluctantly) returned the cuffs to his pack. Finding them again made him want to find some use for them again, either on himself or the elf.<br><br>He blinked. That thought had come out of nowhere, but giving the elf another look, he admitted that Nalim was quite attractive.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Healing Journey (Nimeneth and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>13-09-2009, 19:15:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Nalim's thoughts were buzzing.&nbsp; It was a somewhat welcome surprise to find someone who saw restraints as more than a tool of what little law existed in these parts - but Kieran was also incredibly guarded.&nbsp; He doubted that the injured soul would be the type to offer his wrists to a near-stranger.&nbsp; <br><br><em>Are either of us ready for that, though?</em> he asked himself.&nbsp; <em>Maybe if we ease into it?</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Healing Journey (Nimeneth and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>13-09-2009, 20:54:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"We should get back on the road soon. If I remember correctly there is a glade a few miles from here that would make a good camping site for the night," Kieran said, finishing packing up his bag. "It's difficult to see from the road, but the road is easy to see from in the glade."<br><br>He was thinking more along the lines of defense, but the secluded nature of the glade he was speaking of (assuming it still existed) would offer some privacy. In case either of them wanted to try something. Which, being completely honest with himself, Kieran did, assuming the elf was willing.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Healing Journey (Nimeneth and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>13-09-2009, 23:34:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Sounds sensible.&nbsp; You know the area better than I do, I confess," Nalim replied as he shouldered his own pack again.&nbsp; "I've only heard a few stories about the capital, in fact - and very few of them polite."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Healing Journey (Nimeneth and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>14-09-2009, 00:00:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"The capital is not one of the most accepting places in the country, unfortunately," he explained as they started walking again. "That's why a lot of people don't like it there. Sure, it's fine if you're wealthy or something like that... but for the rest of us, it's hard." He shrugged. "It's been a while since I traveled this road, so things may not be where they once were."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Healing Journey (Nimeneth and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>18-09-2009, 18:12:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'm sure that things like clearings should be in the same general area," Nalim replied.&nbsp; "Unless it's been longer than a young tree's age."&nbsp; He wasn't sure of how Kieran's mixed heritage affected such things, but both elves and dwarves were known for longevity.<br><br>Not that the turns of seasons meant much as far as the possibilities for a relationship.&nbsp; There were many cases of an older elf sharing the later years of life with one much younger.&nbsp; Those days were hopefully far in the future for both of them, however.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Healing Journey (Nimeneth and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>19-09-2009, 00:32:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Or unless the area is more settled than I remember it being. Unlikely, but humans seem more intent on expanding however much territory they control," the half-breed replied. "As far as I know the land is too hilly for farming, and doesn't have enough of anything else to warrant settling for the humans."<br><br>Kieran fell silent for a while, comfortable to let the conversation take its natural course. If Nalim declined to talk, that was fine. The afternoon was looking to be uneventful, and was quite temperate. Kieran just hoped that the night would prove mild enough to perhaps have a little fun.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Healing Journey (Nimeneth and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>19-09-2009, 05:09:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				For the first time since that inadvertent discovery, the silence was reasonably comfortable.&nbsp; The forest had closed around the road, creating a green tunnel that kept it from getting too hot, as well as enhancing the illusion that civilization had retreated far away from the two of them.&nbsp; Only the ruts of cart wheels and the stamp of the horses that had drawn them gave testament to the existence of other travelers.<br><br>As the leaf-filtered light began to dim, Nalim started to scan the sides of the road for any sign of the clearing.&nbsp; "Well, you were right about it being hidden from the road," he commented.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Healing Journey (Nimeneth and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>19-09-2009, 23:02:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I think it's... ah. Here it is," Kieran said, turning down a small trail off the main path. "It's relatively easy to defend, which is nice, because unless you know where it is, you'll never see it. Most people overlook the path, too." Which was understandable, as the path was incredibly narrow, barely wide enough for one person to walk.<br><br>Inside the clearing, there were no signs of recent use. There was a fire ring in the center, but it looked like it hadn't been used for some time. Kieran set his pack and his ax down on the ground and then set about gathering fallen wood to start a fire. Shortly, he had a small fire going, and he looked up at Nalim and smiled slightly.<br><br>"So, we should think about our evening meal."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Healing Journey (Nimeneth and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>21-09-2009, 05:46:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You provided last night," Nalim said, fishing in his own bag for a small packet that soon resolved into a sling with a bag of stones.&nbsp; "Unless you know of a stream nearby, we're looking at flesh or fowl.&nbsp; I should be able to bring down a brace of either without too much difficulty."<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Healing Journey (Nimeneth and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>21-09-2009, 15:37:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"The only stream I know of doesn't have any fish worth catching," Kieran replied after a moment's thought. "I wouldn't mind fowl, actually. Thank you." As the elf left, Kieran scooted back from the fire, feeling uncomfortably warm, and stripped off his shirt. That was better.<br><br>Comfortable, he went about collecting the tools necessary for cooking and was pleased when he spotted a berry bush on the other side of the clearing. After a moment's examination, he decided they were boysenberries and were actually ripe. With a smile, he popped a few into his mouth and then filled a bowl with them.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Healing Journey (Nimeneth and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>21-09-2009, 19:54:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The fact that there was a stream gave Nalim an idea.&nbsp; There might not be fish, but waterfowl were a good possibility.&nbsp; It wasn't long before he found a few paddling around and sent a couple of stones flying.<br><br>As the startled birds fell, he realized the slight problem with his plan.&nbsp; They landed mid-stream, and he had to wade out to retrieve them.&nbsp; He came back to the camp soaked to the knees - although the boots in his hands were still dry.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Healing Journey (Nimeneth and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>21-09-2009, 20:46:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kieran looked up and took in Nalim's appearance and the waterfowl in his hand. He quirked an eyebrow at him. "Didn't think the waterfowl plan through, did you?" He got up and took the birds from Nalim. "I'll just start getting these cooking. You might want to change your pants."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Healing Journey (Nimeneth and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>22-09-2009, 21:43:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I realized that when the first one fell in the stream," Nalim said, stashing the sling in his pack as he sought out a dry pair of pants.&nbsp; "But at that point, I was somewhat committed."&nbsp; He didn't seem too upset by the accident - just a little chagrined.<br><br>"Give me a minute, and I'll have the birds cleaned for the fire," he said, as he stripped out of the wet leathers.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Healing Journey (Nimeneth and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>22-09-2009, 23:46:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"That's fine. I think I can handle this," Kieran said, quickly busying his hands so his eyes would be occupied. He failed and his eyes drifted over the elf's lower body for a moment, before he was able to focus himself. He chastised himself mentally as he cleaned one of the birds.<br><br>"I found a berry bush over there and picked some, if you're interested," he offered as he worked.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Healing Journey (Nimeneth and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>23-09-2009, 19:56:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Nalim finished changing - it was easier and far more acceptable to catch glimpses of Kieran's chest, and he wasn't <em>intentionally</em> trying to get the other man to look at his legs.<br><br>Not that he minded terribly much.<br><br>"Thanks," he said, taking a handful of the berries and the other duck.&nbsp; "Many hands make the work less," he said as he began cleaning the other bird.&nbsp; "I was thinking of just roasting these in the coals - just a simple meal."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Healing Journey (Nimeneth and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>23-09-2009, 21:06:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"And easy to prepare," Kieran agreed, keeping his eyes fixed on the duck, even though Nalim was dressed again. "Are we just going to roast them as is or are we going to season them?" He wiped his hand off on a tuft of grass and picked up a handful of berries. He ate them slowly before returning to work.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Healing Journey (Nimeneth and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>25-09-2009, 15:50:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Nalim had popped a few of the berries into his mouth as he worked, and chewed them thoughtfully as he considered what to do with the duck.&nbsp; The green globes were just at the right stage of tartness to possibly provide a foil for the rich meat of the bird.<br><br>"You may have given me an idea," he replied, as he continued to prepare the duck.&nbsp; "We could crush some of these and leave them inside the bird to flavor the meat as it roasts."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Healing Journey (Nimeneth and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>25-09-2009, 16:36:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"That sounds like a good idea,"&nbsp; the half-breed replied. He picked up a knife and and began dressing the bird easily, and soon it was ready to cook. "I'll let you figure that out. I cook plain meals more than anything fancier. It sometimes makes for boring food but it's easier for me." He carefully set the meat on his plate and put it near the elf so Nalim could take care of it.<br><br>He popped a few more berries into his mouth before getting up to go fill their canteens at the stream. While he was there, he washed his face, hoping to clear his head of inappropriate images of his companion. It didn't work, because as soon as his eyes closed his imagination went into overdrive and he could feel his member hardening between his legs. When it wouldn't go down, Kieran had no choice but to return to cam and hope the elf didn't see.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Healing Journey (Nimeneth and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>27-09-2009, 18:17:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It was hard to avoid noticing, but Nalim was polite enough not to be obvious about the fact that he noticed - even if his recently changed breeches were feeling tighter than they should have been.&nbsp; He'd crushed some of the berries in a small, wooden bowl, and worked them into the poultry before getting them set in the coals.&nbsp; There wouldn't be any need to fuss with them until they were done.<br><br>That would leave the two of them mostly to their own devices for quite a length of time.<br><br>"You're right - this clearing is nicely secluded," he said as he looked up from the fire.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Healing Journey (Nimeneth and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>27-09-2009, 18:40:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kieran arranged himself with his ax in his lap, knowing it would hide his excitement well enough. Nalim had probably already seen it, but it was best not to flaunt it. He pulled his whetstone out of his pack and started sharpening his blade.<br><br>He looked up from his work when the elf spoke. "Yes... it is..." he said cautiously, trying to get a feeling for what the elf was getting at. He shifted around again as he set his ax aside.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Healing Journey (Nimeneth and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>07-10-2009, 15:37:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"We could probably use the opportunity to - relax... get to know each other better," Nalim said.&nbsp; This time, his expression was more flirtatious.&nbsp; "I think we've already established that we have some common interests... although I think we might approach them in different ways."<br><br>He honestly couldn't see Kieran being one who tended to wear the cuffs - although the elf had encountered a few men of his build who seemed to enjoy having their obvious power held back.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Healing Journey (Nimeneth and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>07-10-2009, 16:15:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The elf was definitely flirting with him. Kieran considered this carefully, watching the elf as he folded his arms on top of one knee and rested his chin there. How was he going to go about this? He had no reason to mistrust the elf, but... he wasn't sure he wanted to submit to anyone just yet.<br><br>His cock throbbed in his pants at the thought, and he sighed. Yes, he was sure, but would the elf agree?<br><br>"What did you have in mind?" he asked quietly, letting his eyes openly rake over Nalim's form.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Healing Journey (Nimeneth and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>07-10-2009, 17:17:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Nalim felt a shiver at that gaze.&nbsp; "I was thinking - if it wasn't <em>too</em> personal still - that you could show me how you like to use those cuffs.&nbsp; If it is..."&nbsp; he gave Kieran an appraising look of his own.&nbsp; "We can work something out.&nbsp; The birds will take a while to cook."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Healing Journey (Nimeneth and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>07-10-2009, 17:42:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Usually they were used on me," Kieran admitted, moving towards his pack. He dug around until he found the cuffs and removed them. "But it's been a while since then..." He debated on pulling out rope too, but figured that he could wait on that. "If you'd prefer me to use them on you, that's fine..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Healing Journey (Nimeneth and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>14-10-2009, 20:16:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"It might be a rush for you to give yourself completely," Nalim said thoughtfully.&nbsp; "But there's something that I've - done before with a bound partner."&nbsp; He reached out and picked up the cuffs, running his fingers over the clasps.&nbsp; "The question is, do you prefer having your hands in front or behind?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Healing Journey (Nimeneth and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>14-10-2009, 20:41:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Right now, in front," he replied. It was a trust thing, at least for now. He had no reason not to trust the elf, but at the same time, no real reason to trust him. If things went well, and Nalim agreed, he'd go to being less and less in control of himself. "What are you going to do?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Healing Journey (Nimeneth and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>16-10-2009, 15:49:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I thought I'd start with something - somewhat simple, but I've found that restraints can make even simple things more intense."&nbsp; Nalim felt a thrill as he reached out to touch the back of Kieran's hand, curling slim fingers under the other man's palm, almost like a suitor.&nbsp; "Are you familiar with what a man can do with his mouth?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Healing Journey (Nimeneth and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>16-10-2009, 16:03:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yes, from both ends," Kieran said. He suppressed a pleased shiver at the words and Nalim's touch on his hands. His arousal grew a bit more at the memories, and his pants got a little bit tighter. He moaned softly, feeling his cock throb a little in its confinement. And this was all before they actually got to doing anything.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Healing Journey (Nimeneth and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>16-10-2009, 16:28:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Watching for any change in reaction, Nalim used his free hand to wrap the leather band around Kieran's wrist.&nbsp; "No surprises, then," he said with a nod.&nbsp; It would help with the comfort level while they were still learning about each other.&nbsp; "All you'll have to do is relax and enjoy yourself."<br><br>He fastened the first side of the cuffs.&nbsp; "I should ask you this - do you have a way that you can let me know if I'm going too far?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Healing Journey (Nimeneth and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>16-10-2009, 18:09:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"No surprises," Kelvan agreed, shivering again as the familiar leather closed around his wrist. It had almost been too long since he had someone to take a bit of control away from him without making him dangerous, like drink did. He certainly would be able to relax and enjoy now.<br><br>He blinked at the elf as he fastened the cuff around his wrist. "Like... a word or something like that? I would say wyvern if things got too uncomfortable with other partners."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Healing Journey (Nimeneth and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>20-10-2009, 19:42:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Wyvern.&nbsp; Definitely not something that should come up during 'pillow talk' - and if it does, it's probably time to stop anyways," Nalim said with a soft chuckle.&nbsp; He fastened the other cuff.&nbsp; "Comfortable?&nbsp; Nothing too - tight?"<br><br>The last word was accompanied by a more sultry look from the elf, as his hand dropped to Kieran's knee and started sliding upwards.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Healing Journey (Nimeneth and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>20-10-2009, 19:54:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Part of the reason why I chose it. No mistaking it for anything other than what it is," Kieran replied as the elf fastened the other cuff around his wrist. He had to chuckle at Nalim's next words, and returned the sultry smile.<br><br>"Left cuff's a little loose, actually," he said to tease the elf. He knew exactly what the elf was referring to, of course, but it was more fun to play dumb sometimes.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Healing Journey (Nimeneth and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>20-10-2009, 20:37:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Nalim raised an eyebrow, grinning.&nbsp; "I can fix that, as long as you're not worried about losing any fingers."&nbsp; Contrary to his words, he only pulled the strap one notch tighter, just barely denting the dusky skin.&nbsp; It was a move that spoke of practice.<br><br>This time, his hands stroked up the other man's arm.&nbsp; "I don't doubt you could get out of these if you <em>really</em> wanted to," he said.&nbsp; "But if you did, I wouldn't be doing my part."<br><br>Even through the clothing, Nalim couldn't miss how powerful Kieran's heritage had made him.&nbsp; It wouldn't take more than those arms to immobilize the leather-worker - which was a heady thought in itself.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Healing Journey (Nimeneth and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>21-10-2009, 00:10:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kieran chuckled. "A few fingers here and there isn't that big of a deal, as long as it's not a thumb," he said lightly. He watched the elf tighten the cuff a single notch, feeling the slight increase in tightness. "That's better." He smiled.<br><br>"I could, but I don't think you'll give me a reason to really want to get out of them." He settled more comfortably on the ground and watched the elf. He wasn't nervous or anything about giving Nalim control - he was more than capable of reacting to defend himself if the need arose.<br><br>But really, he just wanted to enjoy. And his curiosity was getting the better of him. "So what are you going to do to me?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Healing Journey (Nimeneth and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>22-11-2009, 08:09:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Nalim sat back on his heels to look over his work, then leaned in again - one hand was between Kieran's legs, and the other was teasing open the fastening of the other's breeches.&nbsp; <br><br>"I plan on showing that my tongue spins more than pretty tales," he said, running his paler fingers over the dusky shaft that he was exposing.&nbsp; He felt encouraged by the fact that he'd obviously gotten quite a reaction with only his words, and didn't waste the opportunity to fit his actions to those words.&nbsp; Without waiting for Kieran to say anything, he dipped his head to run his tonguetip slowly over the tip of his companion's manhood.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Healing Journey (Nimeneth and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>22-11-2009, 18:31:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kieran moaned as he felt the elf's fingers working on the fastenings of his breeches. He shivered when it was exposed to the night air and the elf's almost delicate fingers began to tease him.<br><br>"I never thought that it only spun tales," Kieran said with a soft moan. He went to say more, but Nalim beat him to words by making him gasp and lift his hips into the other being's mouth. He wanted more of himself in the elf's mouth, if his tongue felt like that. It seemed that the elf had had some practice with this. "Oh gods," he managed to gasp out, quickly followed by a moan.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Healing Journey (Nimeneth and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>24-11-2009, 08:37:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Nalim wasn't about to rush this.&nbsp; For one thing, it had been a while since he had indulged himself this way.&nbsp; For another, Kieran had already suggested that the elf 'take control' for this first intimacy.&nbsp; Deliberately, he pulled back as the other's hips rose, giving a coy smile before continuing at his own pace.<br><br>Teasingly, he ran the tip of his tongue along the underside of the stiff member, paying particular attention to the v-shaped ridge beneath the head.&nbsp; Only then did he close his lips over the narrow slit, exerting gentle suction as he fluttered his tongue against that sensitive region.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Healing Journey (Nimeneth and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>25-11-2009, 04:10:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kieran whined when Nalim held his hips down and pulled away, quietly. He wasn't ashamed of those sounds most of the time, such as when he was being pleasured in such a manner. He just didn't think that whining would get him what he wanted. It never had before, with his old partners.<br><br>"Oh.... oh gods..." the half-breed gasped out as he felt a tongue teasing along the head of his erection. He moaned loudly, spreading his legs a little wider and trying to invite the elf to take more in. He was pretty sure that the elf would continue to tease him (he didn't really mind all that much) but he wanted more... "Please."
			</dd>
		</dl>
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