[bjorn wolfe]

bjorn wolfe don't explain your philosophy. embody it. The man had risen early that morning, despite himself. He'd only returned from Dain two days prior, selling his stock of deer and wild sheep pelts to the poor freezing bastards. For the life of him, he couldn't understand why someone would stay there and live out their days with frostbite nipping at their extremities. Liesel had ordered him to relax and get some rest and he'd honestly planned to do so, but there was that constant restless feeling that had bled through from his childhood. He needed to go out and do something.  So, just as the sun rounded the hills in the horizon he and Old Boy set off through the woodland and towards the river. By noon, he'd managed to catch about ten fish -- most big enough to sell. He then resorted to taking the hike to the port. It didn't hurt to make a quick buck and catch up with the butchers and fishermen that haunted that place.  When he arrived, the foggy harbor was filled with people young and old. Grubby children chased one another through the water-slick paths while older men and women shouted out their advertisements, hoping to entice the passerby. Bjorn's face was blank as he made a beeline to a merchant near the edge of the port, giving Old Bay a soft pat on the head to calm him. The wolf never did care for crowded areas, but frequenting them was a necessity for a man of Bjorn's trade.  He made a quick sale of the fish, earning a pocket full of gold coins. As he turned toward the makeshift bar that was always there, a lovely woman with bright red hair would lift her dress, revealing a pale, toned leg as she beckoned for him to follow her. He dipped his head curtly and continued on. He wouldn't waste his money on such things.  He ordered a tall cup of ale, served in a wooden mug and sat down on one of the wooden benches, staring out into the crowd. The drink was a comfort, yet he still felt a nag of loneliness as he watched people talk and laugh with one another.  [ tagged ] [ notes ]

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[Eveline Lennox]

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hello there mr wolfe

Eveline had counted her supplies three times before they left Cirrus. Everything they were set to deliver was here - medical supplies for the harbor cottage, rations of fruit and vegetables, grain, and donated items from the peoples of Nythalaê. Clothes, childrens toys, and random gadgets for who knows what purposes. If Eveline had kept up with the mortal peoples inventions, she'd spend all day with her nose in a book. It was rare when a truly remarkable creation came into being. She could still recall the day that her peoples learned how to navigate using the stars. How old she had become since then. And yet the sun kept setting and rising each day, eager to move onto the next without a notice of anyone left behind. 

Eveline prepared Thorne, her Pixin, for the ride. He was lightly armored, and shining. He stood proudly as he was fastened with the weight of supplies, choosing to take most of the burden upon himself. Eveline did not sway him for his choice, but rather put her head upon his and thanked him for his choice. She understood that to lead meant to sacrifice your comfort for the sake of others. Eveline would do the same. She would bring 3 guards with her, each with their own Pixin mounts, carrying their own parcels. Eveline nodded, and they all launched into the air with a great heave and gust of wind. 

The flight lasted on a few short hours, which to Eveline, felt like no time at all. She had scarcely gotten lost in her thoughts before she felt the tug on her mental bond as they eased into descent. They landed gently in the outskirts of town on the main road, careful not to impede on the comings and goings of the common peoples, who had taken notice of their arrival. The mood elated in the crowd as they noticed fresh rations coming, soft murmurs turning into laughter and jest. 

The owners of the buisnesses spoke with Eveline and her guards, speaking of tidings coming from across the waters. Eveline was reminded of her nightmare, and grasped to Thorne with unease. She could still feel it, even now. An uneasy sickness, something dark and sinister, brewing far beyond senses. It made her hair stand on end. Thorne nuzzled her gently, bringing her back into herself, and her attention to the lone man sitting on the bench with a mug of ale half-drank. 

Eveline resonated with him in that moment - existing among others and yet, still feeling invisible or alone. While she didn't have the luxury of feeling invisible, she was alone. To wield great power was to be alone in all things. Her heart softened, and Thorne urged her to reach out to him. And so she did. Eveline reached into one of the pouches that held inventions from the artists of  Nythalaê, and sauntered over to the man, with her guards eyes ever watchful. 

"Might I join your company?" She asked politely, "it is quite the view." 

☽LIA☾

[bjorn wolfe]

bjorn wolfe don't explain your philosophy. embody it. Bjorn had been so lost in his thoughts that he almost didn't notice Old Boy's mental prodding. 'Look who it is.' The wolf suggested, to which the man looked over his shoulder rather nonchalantly.  One might have first noticed the three armored guards, others the massive feathered pixins, but Bjorn's eyes immediately pinned on the slender woman adorned with the finest clothes speaking intently with the merchants of the port. He watched as her face grew worrisome and pale, her hands clutching at the soft pelt of her feline mount. He knew who this was, as did all -- the queen of Sela.  Tales of her beauty and charity were told by all throughout the country and even in others, yet Bjorn had never seen the immortal woman for himself. Her skin was a rich caramel hue that glowed radiantly even in the fog that wafted in from the ocean. Her hair looked as soft as silk. She was the picture of loveliness, something even the poets could not accurately describe.  His heart skipped a beat as she glanced toward him, Bjorn quickly adverting his eyes and taking a long sip of his ale. The last thing he wanted to look like was a gawking fool in front of royalty. Bjorn had assumed she and her caravan had kept moving through the port when suddenly a soft, melodic voice would speak out. He looked back to find her standing before him, her brown eyes melting into his own piercing blue ones. Was she really asking to share a drink with him?  He'd awkwardly glance toward her waiting men before looking up at her again. "Sure, I mean, yes of course, your Grace." he said, rising to greet her. He was much taller than her, yet felt quite small under her scrutiny. "Would you like a drink?" he offered. Did Ladies drink ale? He wasn't sure what else the man serving might have to offer the Queen herself.  [ Eveline Lennox ] [ notes ]

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[Eveline Lennox]

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hello there mr wolfe

Eveline laughed lightly at the man as he stumbled on his words, humor twinkling in her eyes. It was not lost on her that her presence made people squirm with discomfort. She looked like a normal human - albeit a subtle ethereal glow from under her skin, but most of the people alive in Selâ had grown up learning their history that included her name. She could awaken the entire forest with nothing but her will. She could warg into any creature in Selâ, even those who weren't her familiar. She had watched the Alaré River carve it's bends into the land, when it was just a bubbling brook.


Eveline used to feel shy when she was fawned over, or stared at.  But now, not even the echoes of those feelings held space in her heart. She hardened herself to such things after countless years of gazing into a changeless reflection in the mirror. The man stood, meeting her gaze as she met his, and offered her his drink. She declined with a polite wave of her hand. "I'm grateful for your offer, but I would loathe to take from your libations on a day like this," She gestured to the commoners who were eagerly lending a hand to unpack their small ports supplies. Eveline's eyes met the man's striking blue orbs again, unflinching. 

"You have the gaze of a man who has seen many things," she continued as she lowered herself to sit upon the bench, gentle hands smoothing her dress. "I am eager to hear of your name and travels beyond these waters." Eveline had spent her entire life confined within the border of Selâ. Because the jewel bound her to the land, she could never leave. She had accepted it many mortal lifetimes ago, and although she had an orb of dominion granting her the ability to see beyond what was possible, she scarcely used it. She wondered now, would the orb show her the root of her unease? 

Eveline pushed the thoughts from her mind, promising to address them at a later time and in a different place. Now, the sun shone warmly and she could hear the Otterus chirping in play near the docks. Darkness could wait. 

☽LIA☾

[bjorn wolfe]

bjorn wolfe don't explain your philosophy. embody it. She declined taking a drink, though not without gracing him with her smile. It was quite a thing, to be in the midst of such a powerful creature so casually. She would sit down and Bjorn followed suite, figuring he had her permission to do so. "It's, uh, very kind of you to deliver those supplies personally. I know the folk'll appreciate it." he offered, watching how excitedly people took to the food, fabrics, and such.  "You have the gaze of a man who has seen many things..." Bjorn turned back to the Queen, feeling once more like a daunted little boy in the face of such a being. Did she truly wish to know about him? "I'm afraid I'm not so interesting, Your Grace," he said, rubbing the back of his neck uncertainly. "My name's Bjorn Wolfe, I've lived along the river my whole life, though I'm rarely here." He'd take another drink of ale, feeling a warmth stir in his belly. "I do well with a bow and a fishing line n' sell most of what I catch all over Aëron." It was true, he had seen much of the world and what it had to offer through his travels, and there'd been many a time he'd almost lost his life.  A small smile would tug at his lip as he looked at her. "I doubt such a life would be interesting to someone who's lived one like yours, my Queen." He'd read books about the Jewel Keepers and their extraordinary power. The Queen was over a thousand years old, right? That span of time was inconceivable to the average man. She'd seen so many come and go, she'd probably even come across one of his own ancestors during that time. Yet here she was, as enchanting as ever, sitting beside him in the port.  [ Eveline Lennox ] [ notes ]

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[Eveline Lennox]

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hello there mr wolfe

Eveline's eyes followed the man as he eased himself to sit next to her, noting his cautious nature. A life of hardship and ruggedness could wear down even the strongest of men. Behind them, the commons had  unpacked their collection, most them resuming to carry on about their day. Her guards stood poignant and ready for command. Sometimes she wished they would allow themselves to relax. Was she ever really in danger? Thorne had curled up under a tree, allowing small children to clamber around him with glee. His tail flicked back and forth, tickling their heads. He surely did relish in the attention. Eveline smirked at him. 

"It is an honor to be in such a position to ensure care of others," Eveline responded, turning back to Bjorn. "without such a gift, the land would lay barren before us," She spoke of the jewel and its never ending power. Eveline was the first child born in Selâ after the Great War ended, when her lord Father still held the jewel. To celebrate the coming of new life, he planted the first tree in Selâ's parched soil. The tree would grow, thick roots worming their way deep into the earth, spreading seedlings throughout the land, giving life and breath back into the air. The original tree would eventually grow to be the Tree of Allways. 

"Bjorn Wolfe," Eveline repeated his name back to him, savoring it's uniqueness. A fisherman and hunter - perhaps more noble than others in his trade. Eveline couldn't help but giggle at his remark about finding his life disinteresting. In fact, it was quite the opposite. Not just Bjorn, but any mortal. To be able to die and return in a new form, to know your time is fleeting and you must make every moment count.

"Ah, how wrong you are, Bjorn Wolfe. You may have but one life, but you have many days. Some uncertain, some you wish to be unending. You have so little time to experience, that you dive into life without inhibition. And then, you get to return and learn it all over again," Her fingers grazed lazily over the parcel she snagged to give to him as she spoke, her gaze turning to the calm blue waters. "I have but one day, stretched taunt over eternity. I find mortal desires much more fun than my own," she added matter-of-factly. 

As she finished her sentence, a butterfly with lilac wings flittered between them. Eveline lifted her hand slowly, allowing it to land gently on her outstretched finger. The butterfly tapped her with its spindly legs and nose, looking for nectar. She reached for Bjorn's hand to bring it to her own, so that she might lead it to his finger instead. 

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[bjorn wolfe]

bjorn wolfe don't explain your philosophy. embody it. He inwardly admired her good nature, even though she'd been alive for centuries. What must it feel like to hold the jewel? Was the power so intense it was capable of corruption, or did one simply ascend to a godlike perspective? Bjorn listened to her as she refuted his claim, explaining the monotony of endless life as though it was more a curse than a blessing. He knew many a man that wouldn't hesitate to jump at the prospect of immortality, but he guessed those feelings were founded on materialistic and superficial desire. He felt many a question at his tongue. Who was the Queen underneath her title? Did she have desires for herself? Did she remember her family's faces still? Oh, there were many times he wished he could turn a person into a book and read all the information they had to offer.  He blinked as the butterfly landed between them, crawling onto her finger. Entranced by the moment, Bjorn reached toward her and gently touched a calloused finger to her dainty one, creating a bridge that the butterfly eagerly investigated. Momentarily, it paused at the joining of their digits before fluttering away, back out into the breeze. He met her gaze again, feeling nervous due to the intimacy of the moment.  "Do you..." He trailed off, uncertain of himself. He had no right to ask the queen any questions. No right to be so presumptuous. He took a sip of his drink before deciding to say something else. "I can see how you'd feel that way." Bjorn felt unsure of himself. Why had she chosen to sit beside him, to share this with him? He was unsure of the boundaries, half feeling like nothing but a stray animal someone had stopped to pet. He took another drink. "Any more errands today, my Queen?" he asked, settling for a more casual approach. It was safer this way. The Queen would have this conversation, leave him, and probably forget he'd ever existed. That is, if he managed to not offend her during the rest of their interaction.  [ Eveline Lennox ] [ notes ]

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[Eveline Lennox]

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hello there mr wolfe

Eveline's sent a quick farewell thought to the butterfly, thanking it for it's presence. She spent many years cultivating a mindset of appreciating the natural world around her, having watched it grow from near nothing. It helped keep a good head on her shoulders, strengthening her resolve and dedication to her duty. Eveline turned towards Bjorn, ready to hear what he had to ask, letting a small smile tug at the corners of her lips as he changed his mind and took another drink. 

"You may ask," She permitted, "It is your nature." Human nature was one of natural curiousity, which became a driving force for innovations. She was once like that, bright eyed and entranced with everything. Now, she found herself feeling more reserved and unsurprised with most happenings within the realm. She was grateful that she still found enjoyment talking with her people, festivies and mundane daily tasks. 

Eveline nodded to the man, taking a glace back at her familiar before responding. The children who clambered over him had left, and he rested his great head upon his paws, tail curled around him. He was awake and fully alert, ears flicking towards the direction of sounds. Anyone else might think him deep asleep. The other Pixin that carried her guards were seated near the road, waiting patiently. "We're to fly back to the Castle come evening," Eveline confirmed, "before we go, please take this."

She held out the small magenta velvet pouch, tied shut with a laced cord, for him to take. "One of the eccentric craftsmen placed it into the donation box for our shipment today. I know not what it is, but perhaps you'll have use of it." She decided not to mention that she noticed him alone, avoiding salting any old wounds. 

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