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Journey to the Twelve: Nymeia, the Spinner

Log date: 8/17/17

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Spinner of Fates, is an aspiration such as mine own achievable through sheer willpower alone? Or am I too, destined to be strung within the tapestry of destiny, unable to save myself from what you have deemed my rightful end.

Siovant Parlemaix: "Mm. Forgive my... extended tardiness."

Adelise De'bayle: "Mm. It is quite fine. Spending some time within the city has been quite nice. I was able to speak to some of the locals like I had wanted to."

Siovant Parlemaix smiles evenly, "That's good to hear. I trust that your friend has gone off on his own for the time being?" A glance was cast around, as if expecting the mentioned Duskwight to pop out from under his nose.

Adelise De'bayle: "For now, yes. We had a rather eventful conversation last night. I believe it ended rather well," her lips curl into a pleased smirk, head tipping upward as she sniffed about the air. "I have no doubt he will meet up with us again soon, but for now it is just you and I. Hopefully that is no issue?"

Siovant Parlemaix scoffs brusquely at her words, "No issue at all." He'd note loftily, his keen Elezen ears tipped for the sounds of shifting trees and grass. "I'm glad to hear that you were treated to such riveting company, though."

Adelise De'bayle: "It left me in risen spirits. I look forward to us continuing on this excursion however, we have a great deal of land to cover," she flicks her wrist some, twisting her hand in a beckoning motion to lead him along. "Come now, we are to visit the Spinner. Have you been to Aleport at all yourself? Seen the great statue of Llymlaen?"

Siovant Parlemaix rolls his shoulders in some manner of a shrug, gracefully avoiding stepping on a sheep. "I haven't, actually. My travels have never taken me quite so far as Aleport."

Adelise De'bayle grins slightly at the man's near trip over the fluffy animal, a hand slipping up to cover her lips modestly. "Is that so? Then this will be a new experience for the both of us..." her tone was low, voice content and smooth like honey. Seemed for once she was in a good mood, a rare anomaly. Entering into Lower La Noscea, the duo step into a cave, bats heard fluttering about its echoing halls. "Hmm... tell me, do you fear the dark at all?" she prods out, continuing forward.

Siovant Parlemaix gave his head a haughty shake, "Hardly. The only thing I fear about it is bumbling into the edge of a desk at night and stubbing a toe." He snorts, although a glance skyward seems to even his mood out slightly. "It is a lovely day. Perfect for this kind of excursion." He affirms with a huff.

Adelise De'bayle: "I see..." her eyes roll over to the man as they walked forward, her leading them to a cliff side that looked out over the ocean. "I like to think most do not fear the darkness, but rather what lurks within it. I quite like the thought of something reaching out and grabbing at me from the unknown," she proclaims out superciliously. "That moment of fear between potential life or death teaches us a great deal about ourselves," her dips forward, taking in the sight. "It is a beautiful day. A shame the Shroud does not hold views such as this."

Siovant Parlemaix would reach out to palm the small of her back, simply indicating his affection with the mildest of gestures. "I agree, although my own experience with that tentative place between life and death would often place me in the fray of a battle." He notes, "The Shroud has a different sort of atmosphere, to be certain."

Adelise De'bayle: "I do not particularly revel in battle, simply the justice of it. I try to avoid confrontation if possible," she admits out, eyes lowering as she turned to make way south west. "I have tasted the near-embrace of death many different occasions more than I would care to admit, but those moments only grant me insight on what to better do next time."

Siovant Parlemaix gives his shoulders another one of those languid rolls, "Aside from fighting, I don't particularly excel in any given aptitude. If not for the struggle of blades upon blades, I'd scarcely have a place in this world. Save for perhaps as a paper-pusher." He notes blandly, lips setting into a firm line. "Alas, thoughts for another day."

Adelise De'bayle peered over her shoulder toward the Elezen, her lips dipping displeasing. "I disagree Siovant. There is plenty you are capable of. Do not discredit yourself to naught more than a butcher," she brings past her shoulder, tossing her hair back over her back. "I remember you telling me of your past before the Adders, but... did you wish to become an Adder? Or was it simply, an opportunity?

Siovant Parlemaix gives his head a shake, "I didn't have a wealth of options at my disposal at that time, so joining the Adders seemed to be a fruitful choice. I don't really know where I could have gone, otherwise. My noble family would not care for an additional mouth to feed, and my mother had since passed away. It was either join up, or get comfortable with the idea of sleeping outside.”

Adelise De'bayle: "They would not feed you? Why?" her tone was quiet, disbelief seeping through. "You and your brother seemed close?"

[8:21 p.m.]Siovant Parlemaix: "My brother was not the Lord of the house at that point, it wasn't until he took the position after my father passed away that I was afforded to grow closer with my half-family."

Fu Majime hums in a discordant tome. "Thiss shaappeee...she never prevaricaaatess. She yet deeliineeaaates...." she giggles. "Shape obfuscated beyond the for still persist..." she looks behind her attempting to follow the voices. "It comforts, yes?"

Adelise De'bayle leads them down a somewhat treacherous hill, the young woman's herself slipping up on her boots, but managing to keep some form of footing. Once at the base of the hill, they were welcomed by the sight of a single large boulder, the Spinners symbol etched onto its surface. Fireflies flittered about them, a quiet ambience mixing with the gentle crash of waves. "Well, I am-" Adelise pauses as she hears a voice, brows raising as she peaked about the stone, "uh..."

Fu Majime bows, finally identifying the shape. "Th-this shape is fu, she is elated at the intersection- m-meet you. Might she delineate your shapes' masks?"

Siovant Parlemaix arcs an elegant brow at the sound of a voice, moving to rest a hand atop the spine of his grimoire. As the source of the sound comes into sight, he affixes her with a golden hue. "Make a habit of ambushing strangers with absurdity?"

Fu Majime scratches her horn. "A-ambush...incorrect assessment as her shape defends. A-absurdity?? S-she hopes!" her eyes widen in joy. "S-she performs comedicformings as they help...strategy. Also, ac-acculturation inherent..."

Adelise De'bayle: "Might she delineate our 'masks'? Are you referring to our faces?" Adelise asks in a flat tone, her mood seeming to become increasingly colden by the moment. Eyeing the woman down with disdain, Adelise tilted her head to and fro, "do you need help? Are you unwell?"

Fu Majime blinks and chews her lip, searching for the words. "T-title...this shape's mask fu...haw about y-you?" She stammers

Adelise De'bayle leans toward Siovant with a grimace, motioning a hand up, "do you think she is having a stroke? Should we do something?"

Siovant Parlemaix lifts a hand to curiously stroke his bristled chin, owlishly gazing at the confusing creature. "Hrm. I'm not sure, myself. She seems harmless, at least."

Adelise De'bayle: "Harmless, yes. Unwell?" the Half-Elezen shrugs, approaching the Xaela woman with a squint of her eyes, "how am I? I was quite well, I have come to meet with Nymeia."

Fu Majime throws her head back and gnashes at the rain. "Hear Hear" She exclaims while dissolving into laughter. "Er, she inquires as to your delinea--" at the mention of Nymeia. "A-ah the weaver of spans primal forming of the...spoken twelve?” Fu Majime beams with delight at Adelise.

Adelise De'bayle looks toward the smaller woman with a resigned expression, her eyes dulling as she listened to her yammer on. "What does she wish to know of my face." Perhaps humouring the woman might bring some sense to all of this.

Siovant Parlemaix curtly tugs his coat a little more firmly around his shoulders as the rain begins to fall. Silently, he splits his attention between Adelise, the stranger, and the stone itself.

Adelise De'bayle reacts indifferently toward the rain now soaking into her dress. She had long but been hardened to most climates.

Fu Majime: "F-forgive her etiquette and perception intermittent. All is shapes imbued by the hues of iteration..to..me." Her eyes study her feet. "T-this shape inquires for...names?"

Adelise De'bayle sighs, her head pulling back some in reluctance. Eventually returning her attention back toward the Auri, she would answer. "Adelise De'bayle. A..." she pauses, motioning a hand. "We have just come for the stone, pay us no heed."

Siovant Parlemaix: "Siovant Parlemaix, as it pleases."

Fu Majime arches an eyebrow. "I-impossible, this shape already...noticed your shape's encroachment..."

Adelise De'bayle simply stood there, unsure of what exactly she was supposed to say in response. I mean, the woman was not wrong. "Then we shall all enjoy learning of the Spinners virtues."

Fu Majime taps a horn. "P-perhaps, her shape is ....delineated as student..." she walks around the pair, plopping down.

Siovant Parlemaix: "It seems that additional ears have been a theme for this trip so far."

Fu Majime scratches her horns. "She borrowed such ears cause her shape lacks..."

Adelise De'bayle: "You could say such," she huffs out, shaking out her hands as water dripped into her gloves. "Anyways... Nymeia the Spinner. Watcher of celestial bodies and goddess of fate. Hm," Adelise leers back over toward the Xaela in some thought before pushing the intrusive idea away. "Sister of Althyk and master to Rhalgr of all gods. She commands the fifth heaven beside Taliak. A shame we cannot make out the Ewer constellation..." taking a breath from her recalling, Adelise would blink over toward Siovant. "Well. I suppose that comes with crossing these lands. Meeting those who make it up..." Adelise's words freeze as the Xaela's words reach said pointed ears, a frigid glare turning in her direction. "Excuse me?"

Fu Majime: "J-joke..this shape lacks ears therefore...she cannot be aggregate. She clamps..." she shuts her mouth.

Siovant Parlemaix lifts a hand to pinch the bridge of his nose, his expression growing to something more harried. "I suppose that you are correct. I simply hadn't expected everybody we came across to be so..." He gestures vaguely. "Out there."

Fu Majime is distracted by the sky as her mouth gulps at the rain.

Adelise De'bayle scrunches her nose, "confounding woman," she seethed out, turning her expression back toward the stone with a knit of her brows. "Trust me, sweet Lieutenant, I would rather not have such meetings myself," she grumbled out, clearly ruffled at the remark over her ears. "Menphina grant me strength," she marched over toward the stone, dropping to her knees in a huff as she began to dig through her bag.

Siovant Parlemaix simply watches the small ritual from afar, amused and interested judging by the wry expression that dances across his face.

Adelise De'bayle snatched up her 'stone' placing it into the green before the boulder as she pressed her wet gloves against its surface. "This did not go quite as well as the last my friend, but perhaps this time you will find your fate changed," she breathed out solemnly, the words escaping her quietly.

Fu Majime hums, singing faintly "This shape has a mission/ the mission is fishin. she's a fishin magician/who casts with precision..." her voice rises in crescendo as she's distracted by the dimming fireflies. "licensed to fish/ licensed to kill/this shape gulps her fill..." a firefly lands on her breaking her concentration.

Siovant Parlemaix would take a languid step towards the kneeling woman, doing his very best to block out the words flowing from the Auri woman. Adelise would be treated to the feeling of the larger man's nails scritch-scratching lightly into the crown of her hair.

Adelise De'bayle appears to grow gradually more and more agitated as her serenity before the goddess' virtue is shattered. Puffing out frustration as she took back her treasured item, tucking it away, the girl found herself being somewhat soothed by the sensation of nails against her scalp. Leaning into his hand with almost a purr, her annoyed visage slowly but surely began to soften.

Siovant Parlemaix draws his tone in, low and throaty as it was. "There there." He muses softly for her benefit, "Shall we move on? I don't much relish the idea of getting rained on again." He suggests in those crooked tones, smiling lightly.

Adelise De'bayle rolled her eyes up toward the Elezen man with a pout of her lips, a heated breath leaving her nostrils as she nodded into his hand. "I think that would be for the best. I have a request for you as well, let us carry on though."

Siovant Parlemaix would move to take Adelise's hand, to lead her away from the stone, and back onto the road. "By all means."

Adelise De'bayle: "Take care."

Fu Majime yells out after them as they leave, "your shapes too!"

The duo make their way back up the hill, quickly away from the spectator they happened upon.

Siovant Parlemaix: "So, what was your request?"

Adelise De'bayle: "Are all black-scales like her?" the young woman glanced back some, afraid the woman might have been on their tail. Attention piquing as he prodded at her, Adelise straightened herself some as she placed her hands to her hips. "Fight me. I wish to beat you. At least once."

Siovant Parlemaix had to blink a few times to make certain that he'd heard her correctly, "Excuse me? You want to fight?" He seemed a bit put off-balance by the idea, although an amused quirk to his lips indicated his enthusiasm. "That could be arranged, I suppose."

Adelise De'bayle scoffs out passionately, "I admit, I am feeling rather heated at the moment and I have long since brooded over your win-streak over me. Though you are axeless, and i will not fight you with a dagger. Nor do I believe you would cast magic on me..." she eyes him with a narrowed stare, "unless you wished to test me? I figured hand to hand would be best."

Siovant Parlemaix lowers his hand to his hip, unclasping his tome and setting it aside onto the ground. With it's enchanted state, and heavy binding, the volume wouldn't be damaged by the dirt. "Hand to hand, Mm? And what do I get if I win again?" He adds a particularly amused inflection on the 'again', knowing it would likely get her riled up.

Adelise De'bayle of course easily took his bait, lips tugging over her teeth into a snarl as her hands tightened at her side. Again. Again! "Hmph. Well. What do you want? If it is a wager you want, then you have got it."

Siovant Parlemaix adopts a cocky pose, one hand slipping under his coat to clasp his hip in a jaunty manner. "Hrm. Well, since I'm sure my victory is already assured..." He taps his chin idly with the other, musing for frustrating amounts of time. "You can buy me a drink, if I win." He finally decides, apparently going for the least inappropriate thing that flitted through his mind. "And what would you want?"

Adelise De'bayle quirks a brow up, clearly surprised by his 'purity'. Lips tugging downward, seemed surprise was not the only emotion she felt. "Ah... hm..." attention drifting here and there as she looked around. Biting down on her lower-lip, it seemed the young woman was struggling to find one on a similar line of appropriateness. "Ah, I know!" she grins wildly, "when I win, you must play your lyre for me."

Siovant Parlemaix rests back on his heels, throwing his head back in some manner of exasperation. "It would have to wait until we returned home, if that's the case. It's currently sitting in my room, after all." He notes, "But, very well. I accept your challenge, only it's too bad it will never come to fruition." He taunts.

Adelise De'bayle frowned, seeming to reconsider. "It is possible to change my desire?"

Siovant Parlemaix: "Hrm. Well, what then?"

Adelise De'bayle flicked her head off to the side with a purse of her lips, her cheeks red, "you must let me ride you back into the city," she murmured out. Pausing a moment in a pregnant silence, Adelise seemed to quickly stumble over her words, "on your back! On your back! Wait as in... I ride on your back to the city!"

Siovant Parlemaix laughs sharply at her change in pace, "That's what you want?" His shoulders roll, giving her a rake with his eyes. "You'll have to hike your skirt up to your waist if you want to get your legs around me, but I'm not going to complain." He chuffs, spreading his stance slightly.

Adelise De'bayle flat-lines her lips in mild discomfort, awkwardness radiating from her form. "Yes, that is what I want. It is no issue, I am wearing trousers under this," she grunts out, taking a step back. Removing her bag and dagger from her figure to set aside, Adelise dug around within the satchel for a long moment before tugging out a hair-tie. Forcefully pulling back her long umber locks, she tied them up into a high ponytail before positioning herself readily.

Siovant Parlemaix seemed like he was stuck between whether or not he wanted to take his coat off, finally deciding to keep it on! Hopefully she didn't try to grab at it, considering the difference in their sizes. His stance lowered even further, joints cracking with some exertion. He gave no warning with his charge, the only indication she got was the slightest tightening of his frame before he threw his weight in her direction. He attempted to charge his lowered shoulder into her middle, and drive her to the ground.

Adelise De'bayle was rather quick on her feet, also feeling particularly protective of her wounded midsection. Watching as the man charged forward toward her, Adelise would toss herself up and off the dirt, her hands reaching to collide with the man's shoulders as he came into her proximity. Shoving herself up and over him, the bottom of her skirt potentially flapping into his face, she would land behind him with an audible grunt. Twisting her boots into the earth, her form would spin as she raised a shin aiming the kick at his side.

Siovant Parlemaix stumbled slightly as she vaulted over his shoulders, grunting mildly as he felt her booted foot collide with his side. "This isn't the Grindstone." He'd chuff, moving to seize the leg that she'd kicked him with. And if he was successful, he'd move to jerk and yank the smaller woman off her feet.

Adelise De'bayle: "Oh?" she asked out breathily, a wide grin spread over her face, "and what is that supposed to meaAANGG-" retort sharply cut as she felt his larger hand grasp onto her leg, Adelise felt her world flip upside down as her form was hoisted up, head dropping near the dirt. Skirt flopping down, obscuring her vision as she squirmed about, Adelise would toss a force filled punch in his direct. Where she aimed however was varying as she currently was mostly blinded by her own clothing choice.

Siovant Parlemaix was shockingly quick on his feet when he needed to be, dancing well out of range of her blows so that he could posture further. "It means that nobody is going to be around to see what I do to you." He preens, that devilish tone implying nefarious intent. The stakes were higher than it seemed, perhaps.

Adelise De'bayle clenched her jaw in frustration as she continued to thrust and twist about within his hold. Damn this man. Her ire grew by the second as he provoked her within his manhandling, her boot eventually thrusting forward to kick at him in fury. "Release me! Release me you brute," she barked out, "you will not win this way, mark my words!"

Siovant Parlemaix did as he was asked, although he lofted his brows at her words. "Brute?!" He scoffed with faux offense, hopping on his heels as he waited for her to get her footing again. "Well? I'm waiting, Hestia. I thought you were going to try and impress me!"

Adelise De'bayle pushed herself back up onto her feet, teeth bared as she practically growled out animalistically. She was an easy girl to rile, truly. "You wish for me to impress you?! Fine..." she narrowed her eyes dangerously. Rushing forward the woman dove between the man's legs, presumably still set apart in the ready for combat. Rolling behind him as her skirt tore from her body, the Half-Elezen twisted her form around with an outstretched leg, lunging herself up to attempt and onto his back. If she managed to stick the landing, she would latch ferociously onto his coat, her heels digging into the surface of his body as she attempted to knock his tall form into the earth. An arm would find itself thrusting upward in the heat of it, aiming to snake around his long Elezen neck.

Siovant Parlemaix was nothing if not a firm believer of hindsight, and in hindsight he probably shouldn't have gloated quite so much. It wasn't as though he didn't like to fight as much as he wasn't overly fond of being strangled. He struck the ground hard, with a sharp grunt slipping his lips as his knees scraped into the dirt. His attempt to dip his chin in before her arm was unsuccessful, but he also wasn't about to simply let her win. His body surges, aiming wickedly-strong elbows at her midriff by painfully twisting his body in retaliation.

Adelise De'bayle had taken the fall with him, managing only to avoid most of any collide with the ground beneath them, though a slip forward managed to trap single leg under his heavy form. Unable to wiggle away, Adelise brought another arm to his neck as she tugged him into her with force. Seemed for once she had the high-ground... though not quite literally. An absolutely devilish grin was painted over her before she felt his elbow impact her belly. A strangled gasp escaped her as pain ignited through her form, her arms immediately releasing him as she flopped off and back into the dirt, attempting to shove the man's form away from her as she strained out a wheeze.

Siovant Parlemaix coughs out a few rough notes, before he stiffens with sudden and cold realization. "Oh!" He hisses, "I'm sorry, Hestia. I'd forgotten..." He scrambles over to her, clutching worriedly at her. "Your wound. Are you alright?" He fusses at her, the ferocity that he'd displayed gone in an instant.

Adelise De'bayle held a dull expression, her jaw clenched tightly as she nodded to him. Holding a hand to her belly, she choked out some words, "fine. I am fine," the words muffled through grit teeth. "Do... don't you stop fighting me..." she remarked out, grimacing as she attempted to sit up.

Siovant Parlemaix wrapped fingers into the chest of her dress, "We're stopping for now." He asserts firmly, "Has it been troubling you this whole time? And you didn't tell anybody?" He purses his lips, making certain that she remained seated for the time being.

Adelise De'bayle: "It is fine!" she cried out, her arms moving to wrap to her form. "It will heal as all wounds do! I am not so weak," her lips scrunched in vexation, being held still for the time being. "It was just a tender touch, I could have powered through it!"

Siovant Parlemaix scolds her with some vigor, "You're lucky to be alive right now. I was a fool to engage you like this, but I won't be responsible for putting you at death's door again. We can fight again when you've healed completely, but not a moment sooner." He hisses, baring teeth not-quite-as-sharp as her own but lacking little for vigor. He was testy with worry, it seems.

Adelise De'bayle seemed to deflate some as he rose his tone at her, head tucking into her chest as if to curl and avoid his frustration. "It is so much better though... after everything I did, you would not be able to do that to me, believe me. I am not so foolish! I do not do anything with the intention of getting myself killed..." eyes directed at her now torn skirt, Adelise's face continued to squeeze upsettingly. "You saw the wound yourself... it was fine..."

Siovant Parlemaix huffs grouchily as she curls into herself, "We're going back to town." He'd state with some firmness, "But..." He trailed off as he rose, "I'll still carry you, if you want." He averted his eyes, feeling a bit embarrassed for his outburst.

Adelise De'bayle pushed herself up with a groan, her hand holding to her midriff with some applied pressure. Once back on her feet with a small stagger, the young woman offered him a grumpy stare of her own. "I did not win it..." she whined out in irritation.

Siovant Parlemaix gives his shoulders a sort of lazy shrug, "Didn't lose, either." He asserts, whirling around and taking an unsteady knee as he waits for her to mount-up, so to speak. "We're all done here anyway, Mm? Best to make tracks."

Adelise De'bayle watches him, lower lip pursed out in crankiness. "You..." she groused, stepping forward to slip her arms over his shoulders, the touch far gentler than her earlier strangling. Hiking what was left of her skirt up her waist, Adelise would slip her legs up the man's side after pressing her weight forward onto his back. "I dislike how you do this..." she murmurs into his ear.

Siovant Parlemaix offers her a cheeky smile over his shoulder, reaching up to clasp hold of her thighs and keep her firmly pressed to his back. "I'm sure you'll get used to it." He offers with frustrating cheerfulness, and with some promptness he would slip off towards town!

Perhaps our fates are preordained. Though that is not to say mine is what I am told it is. After all, would our own drive not push us toward where we were meant to be? I know where I should be, who I am. And every person, no matter how strange that I meet in this lifetime, tells me one more thing on who I am meant to be.

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