[Fyril and Nebrinel left Faydra's lands to strike out on their own. Sadly, they don't have any information on the Great Weapons just yet, but Faydra assured them that when she did get information, she'll send messanger to reach them. How the messanger would find them is another story, but she promised that wouldn't be a problem, either.] . o O (It's just like Yu...) (That's the idea. I'm an English major. This would be my job, if I got paid for it. ;P) [They're holed up for the night - incidentally, the same inn Ada, Ethan, and Sei stayed in, though they're long gone by now. Currently, they're both in Fyril's room, doing... whatever it is elves do in their free time.] [Session Start!] * Fyril sits on his bed, looking out the window at the night and smiling absently. He's holding one of the jars of spices that he stole from Faydra's in his hand. * Nebrinel sets down a large tray of food, most of it carbs and such. She eyes the jar. "Enjoying the small victories, Fyril?" * Fyril turns to look at Nebrinel, and grins. "Yeah. It's always good to get practice in." * Nebrinel smiles faintly. "Exactly! Which is why we're going to pick up that magic training you've been so lax on!" She shakes a finger at him. * Fyril blinks, and draws back a bit. "Well, I've been getting practice on cooking and theft." He nods more soberly. "But you're right. My teachers back at home would be angry with me, neglected it for this long." * Nebrinel waves her hand, and gets a little gleam in her eye, with the grin still on her face. "Don't worry about them, Fyril. Worry about me." * Fyril nods again, and scoots over to the other side of the bed. "So, what are we going to do?" ( Nebrinel gets to teach Fyril. I'm stuck teaching Sei, who can't aim worth crap. ;P) * Nebrinel brings the food over, rests it on the bed, and sits down as well. "Well, we are going to train and discuss what's going to happen next a little, is all. The food'll keep you going, and provide some handy manipulation aids besides." (Hah hah! Sucker! Fyril's got _EYES_. He'll be a sniper for sure one day.) (Wah!) * Fyril looks over the food with a practiced eye. "Well, it's suitable for the task. Doesn't look so great." * Nebrinel shrugs. "I'm not really worried about the taste." She gestures, lifting a bowl of noodles off of the platter, and winks. "Besides, I wouldn't want to waste your food in case you dropped it." * Fyril grins, and nods. "It'd be a great waste." He looks down at the bowl. "You want me to do that?" * Nebrinel grins faintly. "In a second. First, I want to point something out." The bowl hops in the air, as if tossed and caught. "I am a power person, and though not without immense skill, am not one for finer magic, so to speak. You, on the other hand, would have many natural fine-tuned applications for magic. So we're going to work on direct manipulation and air, because they're natural for the subject." * Fyril straightens, and looks at her slightly woundedly. "I can try anything. I've got power." Then he relaxes a bit. "But I am better at finer things. I'm good at the details." He looks back to her face. "So you're probably right. * Nebrinel chuckles, and draws her left hand up, picking up a noodle. "Everyone's got a strength. Let's work on that first. Catch." The noodle flys through the air, again, as if thrown. * Fyril reaches up reflexively and catches it, then blushes slightly. "You meant with magic, didn't you." * Nebrinel smiles faintly. "Sure did. But that's something you'll have to get used to, too. Use magic whenever you can. With and without your focus. It'll make you tired, but you wouldn't believe how much easier it makes things in the end." She lifts another noodle, and tosses it. * Fyril tenses, and looks at it hard, but not much happens, and it hits him in the forehead. He splutters for a second, then laughs. * Nebrinel laughs a little herself. "Stylish, Fyril. Alright, I guess you haven't done much without your focus, then?" * Fyril pulls the noodle off his face, and shrugs. "I did it first, but I got it pretty early on. It's been years since I haven't used it. * Nebrinel nods. "Well, it's time to flex those muscles again. Try just lifting the noodle, tossing the noodle up and down a bit." * Fyril looks down at it intensely, and twitches a hand towards his pocket, but doesn't grab his wand. He concentrates hard, and the noodle does move up and down a little bit. * Nebrinel nods appreciatively. "Alright, good start." She starts tossing the bowl of noodles up and down in the air again. "When you can do this with that, or you get too tired, let me know. Now, about what we're going to do in the future." * Fyril blinks up at her. "I can't talk about the future and move noodles at the same time." He rubs the back of his neck. "I'm not as good at this as you are." * Nebrinel mms, and nods. "Alright, alright." She looks a little sheepish herself. "You are my first student for this. It's a little different than doing it yourself." * Fyril nods, and looks back at the noodles. "You'll be fine. Everything takes getting used to." He concentrates again, and the noodles move a bit again, then he looks up. "Should I keep going, or should we talk now?" * Nebrinel eyes Fyril's movement. "Keep going. The key thing, without a focus, whether it be Orb or not, is will. Imagine it as if you were taking care of a particularly pesky lock." * Fyril nods, and cocks his head. He leans forward a bit, and sticks his tongue out over his upper lip. He's obviously concentrating very hard, but the bowl isn't moving yet. * Nebrinel says softly, "The bowl's not going to do much for you. Use the air. It's everywhere, and if you want it to, it'll lift the bowl for you." * Fyril cocks his head a bit more, and looks to the side of the bowl. He stares at it, and the bowl moves a little bit to the side. * Nebrinel nods. She takes a bowl of rice off the plate, and starts eating it, watching Fyril carefully. * Fyril presses a bit more, and the bowl moves to the side and tilts a bit, but doesn't really move upwards. * Nebrinel eats a little more of the rice. "That's the idea, but try to get the air under the sides of the bowl." * Fyril leans back a bit, squints, and moves his hand forward onto his knee, tensing it. The bowl moves up a little bit, then a little bit more, then falls with a light clatter. * Nebrinel nods, and makes a hrming noise. "Good, good. You've got almost all the pieces, now just put them together." * Fyril looks up at her with a frown. "It's hard to get the air on both sides to push up at the same time." * Nebrinel hrms. "Well, okay. How about this." She puts down her bowl, gestures, and lifts the bowl up a slight bit off the ground. "Now all you have to do is get the air under there ready to catch it. Tell me when you think you've got it, and I'll let it go." * Fyril tenses, and watches under it. He nods quickly, but keeps his eyes in the same place. * Nebrinel lets the bowl drop down... hopefully to be caught. * Fyril watches carefully, and tenses. The bowl drops, hits the tray, then bounces a few inches up again and stays there. * Nebrinel winces when the bowl bounces, but when the bowl is supported in the air, she smiles. "Alright, good. Try to hold that for as long as possible. Just get used to that sort of thing. The exertion, the feel of it." * Fyril nods very tersely, and just keeps his eyes on it. His hand twitches back towards his pocket, but he stops it again. He holds it there for about half a minute, then it falls a couple of inches, stops for a moment, then falls again back to the tray. He frowns and sucks in a breath. * Nebrinel nods, and says softly, "That's a very good job, Fyril. Would you like to try something else, or keep with the lifting?" * Fyril looks up again, and smiles, although a bit tiredly. "You're the teacher." * Nebrinel laughs. "Let's keep it light for now. Tomorrow it'll be a bit heavier. You need to get up to proficency... whether we're near that war or not, war breeds warlike behavior, and the better prepared you are, the safer we'll be." She gestures to the noodles. "Eat up, and scoot over here, so we can talk a little." * Fyril nods gratefully, and moves back over to the tray. He eats a little of it, twitches his ears a bit, then eats a bit more. "Not the best, but it's passable." * Nebrinel nods. "Passable's all we need, I think. The important thing's the stuff in it, and unless it's burnt, it's got that." She rubs her nose. "Okay, so the plan for a bit is to wander towards the center of the Empire. Not at a quick pace, because we'll both be training, but moving nontheless. If she hasn't contacted us within a while... well." * Fyril looks a bit perplexed. "What are you training for? Just to stay in practice?" * Nebrinel shakes her head, and looks a little angry. Maybe with herself. "My sword skills have become lax while I dawdled in the elven lands. That elf should not have been able to touch me." * Fyril cocks his head, and has a few more noodles. "That was in that fight before in Menevia? So he nicked you, or something? You never really said." He looks back up from his food, a bit worried. * Nebrinel 's face gets a little more serious, and she draws a line from her left shoulder near her neck, down to about 1/4 the way down her chest. "Overhead strike." She puts a little more food in her mouth. * Fyril blinks, then stares at her with his eyes wide. "And you didn't say anything? Are you all right? I didn't even see it! And no one else said anything either!" * Nebrinel smiles weakly. "I'm fine, it was a while ago." She reaches out with her not-holding-a-bowl-of-rice hand and pats him on the shoulder. "Sei is a skilled healer." * Fyril nods doubtfully, and leans forward a bit. "But you could've told me anyway." He pouts slightly, and goes back to the noodles. * Nebrinel chuckles. "I'm not used to detailing my injuries for people. The last people I spent any time with weren't so interested, as long as I wasn't dead." * Fyril blows out a breath and runs his free hand through his hair. "But I'm not them. Even if you're fine now, if something nearly managed to kill you, I'd have wanted to know. I mean, I was there soon afterwards, the next day... there was time." * Nebrinel nods, and smiles faintly. "I know you're not them. But it doesn't always cross my mind, you understand?" * Nebrinel continues, "I've had a lot of close calls. You've seen a few of them." She speaks a little softer. "After a while, you're glad just to be alive afterwards." * Fyril leans across the tray and rests a hand on her knee. He's still looking at the food, though. "Being alive shouldn't be enough. You should have something else." * Nebrinel smiles wryly. "But I do." She shakes her head. "History aside... I'm also going to have to make a magic item, with Plaguebringer's help. Which is going to slow me down further. Although it will be an interesting lesson for you." * Fyril looks up to her face. "The sword is going to help you?" * Nebrinel shrugs. "I expect so. Without it, I doubt I will be able to do the job." * Nebrinel shoves some more rice in her mouth. * Fyril looks from his food towards the window, out into the night. "This all seems so far away from home now. Y'know? Everything's dangerous, and there's nothing that you seem to be able to do that doesn't make me feel worried." * Nebrinel looks a little shocked, and then says softly, comfortingly, "Adventures aren't always easy, Fyril. Adventuring's a hard life. Which is why most elves don't go for it. " * Fyril picks up his bowl without looking, and keeps looking out. He smiles a bit. "Funny how the stories leave that part out." * Nebrinel smiles faintly. "Stories are stories. They're meant to make people happy and excited, encouraged. It'd be a lot harder to make money as a minstrel if half the story was about the people worrying." * Nebrinel chuckles. "Or, so I was told, a long time ago." * Fyril turns back and grins. "Some parts are the same. Going into unknown territory, finding what you need and making your mark, that's the same. And I still want that." * Nebrinel grins as well. "Good. Because that's what we're going to do." * Fyril nods, and eats some more. "So we're just going to aim for a particular area, and hope that it's the right way for now?" * Nebrinel nods. "For now. When we get better guidance, we'll change the plan. And... I'm thinking we will want to get in contact with Ada, if for nothing else than to make sure she knows we're not with Faydra." You think she's far from here? When did she leave? * Nebrinel says simply, "Not far ahead of us, but she could have been going anywhere. Maybe the same direction as us, maybe not. And with a sponsor of Xivilai, let us just say there's nowhere she couldn't be, if she needed to. I'll simply use a Trump I made sure to get from her." * Fyril cocks his head. "Trump? Are those those cards Ada had?" * Nebrinel nods. "They're a very useful system of magical communication. One of the simpler magical items, most any trained sorcerer or sorcererss can create one." * Fyril nods back. "And they work anywhere?" * Nebrinel nods again. "Most anywhere, yes." She smiles faintly. "The hardest thing about them is drawing the person." * Fyril laughs, and his eyes sparkle. "Teach me to make them?" * Nebrinel laughs too. "Maybe later. I don't feel up to making one right now myself. Playing politics tires one out." * Fyril pouts for a second, then nods. "Well, there's still other stuff to learn." He finishes the noodles, and looks over the tray for something else to take. * Nebrinel gestures absently, and finishes her rice. "Very true. Learning is neverending, or so I have been told." * Fyril smiles brightly. "It's better that way. Otherwise, life would get boring." * Nebrinel laughs. "Especially for elves. Imagine if after a thousand years there wasn't anything left to do." * Fyril shivers a bit, and looks over at Nebrinel. "It'd be terrible! Everyone would just sit around, and do nothing. And before then, you'd try to do as little as you had to, so you wouldn't run out." * Nebrinel nods. "Yeah. Who'd want a life like that?" She puts her bowl down. "So, are we ready to begin again, then?" She smiles teasingly, "Or did you have other activities in mind for tnoight?" * Fyril blushes a bit, and looks down. "Actually... um. Not really other activities, but... I did want to say, well... say thank you." * Nebrinel quirks an eyebrow. "Thanks for what?" * Fyril forces himself to look at her, but doesn't really manage to get up past her stomach yet, so his gaze settles there. "Well... you know, Faydra offered you a lot. Quite a lot. I know she did. All this stuff in your life, and she would've really helped." * Nebrinel looks stunned. Well, her stomach doesn't look stunned, but her face would. * Fyril looks up a bit more. "And I've been thinking since we left, that the only reason that you wouldn't have taken her offer was for me." He looks up at her face. "'cause the others, well, they don't really matter to you, and they were already gone. And I could tell, you wanted it." * Fyril looks her full in the face, blushing a bit harder now. "So, if for me, you were willing to give that up, then the least I can do thank you. Right?" He levers forward using the hand on her knee and kisses her gently on the cheek, already starting to blush more heavily as he moves in to do it. * Nebrinel still looks a little stunned, but a little less. She softly says, "Fyril... I... You are welcome. I wouldn't say you were the only reason, but..." she trails off as the words she's saying register in her mind. * Fyril moves back to his seat, and leans back, blushing strongly still. "Maybe I wasn't, but I can't think of anything else." He smiles cutely. "But then, it's not like I know everything about you. Always new things to learn." * Nebrinel smiles faintly as her composure comes back. "What I said wasn't a lie, Fyril. A life without wandering, without freedom but for Faydra's decisions, without... other things... " she shakes her head. "New things to learn, eh..." * Fyril perks his ears a bit. "Other things? Like what?" He grins. "I don't think you were totally lying, but it looked like you were going to take it with or without those, otherwise." * Nebrinel shakes her head. "I... can we leave that until later? Please?" The actual desire, trust in her voice is... strange. * Fyril cocks his head, and nods. "Yeah. We don't have to do it now. Plenty of time, right?" He pours himself a glass of water, and takes a sip. * Nebrinel nods. "Yeah. Plenty of time." She sits there for a bit, seemingly gathering her own thoughts. * Fyril feels his blush fading a bit. "So, unless you'd rather do something other than teaching, we can go back to that." * Nebrinel looks up from her thoughts at Fyril, and smiles faintly. "As fun as it would be..." She lets it trail for a second, "I think dilligence in teaching would be for the best right now. How about I lift this cup and we discuss the technique a bit?" * Fyril nods, and puts on his game face. "Right. I'm ready if you are." [Session End!]