#fyren001

[nylathriasoulseer]

A similar faction was all she needed to hear, a nightingale had given him her contact information, it must be something important if her the details of her ability had been given out. Thought if it wasn't, or if she was in a hint of danger she would have to move and make sure no nightingale knew where she went. There was a line and having this man come in without a hint of candour was it. Moving from behind the counter Nyla made her way to the door and locked it, switching an open sign to closed granting them a small sense of privacy.

"They are fallen branches for a reason, information is scarce. It was so long as so much was lost, i'm sure there were many who tried to recover and document." Nyla also new that sometimes it was for the best that folk didn't know the truth. A creature? well no Elvhen would admit to that, she had met recently a dragon who had an Evlvehn form and a Deamonfey with a human one, so there was no telling what exactly stood before. Why did such being always seek her out here in her store. "Well if you are a friend to my people what is your name? who are you and why did you seek me out?"

"She's of a similar faction of yours," no, that certainly did not help but much like any dragon he could easily take someone in circles if meant only stating what he wished to say. Their nose scrunched, that clear sense of draconic impatience shining through despite the fact he'd been trying to relate to and gain the trust of this seer. "Focus not on the one who told me of you and your shop," there was still that level of protection where Talisa was concerned and though she'd discovered this seer's shop, the Steel dragon had offered little to nothing when it came to crucial information towards it. Aetherian's could be lurking anywhere and Fyren had been careful, gathering his own information where he could be best prepared and safe when approaching another.

Even an elvhen could truly be the enemy but he tried not to let his leery nature of Aetheron pollute every interaction with every person he'd met since. "You each sit here with the knowledge of the fallen branches but let them remain in oblivion," it wasn't these younger elvhen's fault; those who were not around for the war but had to pick up the pieces. Still, this one was older than most, but still far enough separated from the Cataclysm that had supposedly destroyed his home entirely. "A creature, yes, of nefarious means, no. I'm a friend to the elvhen, perhaps I'd have once been called a seer, too. A Dreamer is more apt." He wondered how far her knowledge went, how far her talents soared; Fyren often bloated the capabilities and confidence of others, but he felt an inclination that she was someone he was looking for when it came to restoring the lost tendrils of those tied to the Fade and the veil.

[nylathriasoulseer]

How awfully vague of him, a friend of his could quite literally be anyone and a shared interest could honestly be that they both like a glass of wine. It wasn’t overly compelling nor reassuring. “This friend have a name?�� If it was somone she trusted then she could worry less about the man asking such personal questions, could trust her friends to not send a maniac to her door. But if it was one of them why not say their name immediately, his vagueness lead her to believe it was a different case. “I have a lot of interest perhaps you could tell me which one we share?”

“Well I know that but no other Elvhen has shown interest in that. So why are you?” It wasn’t like Nyla had a branch to teach her, she had been by herself where her ability had been concerned and she had learned lesson the hard way. “The same as most Elvhen, less then you I’m assuming.” The fact that he used her name brought her mentally to a halt. “I’m no elder but I know when something smells off. So here’s the thing if you are a creature of nefarious means I’m going to ask you to kindly leave. I’m not in the market for what you are selling.” There were to many flags for her to ignore them. Something was wrong, she couldn’t put her finger on it but she couldn’t shake the feeling.

Nightingales' tongues were bound when it came to their secrets, tidbits and whispers of information they could only exchange to one another. Still, Talisa had brought this soul seer up idly and Fyren could appreciate the nudge in the right direction. Unconsciously his mind could dream, fractured glints and faint whispers of the Fade they once were apart of so inherently, but there was still much work to be done on a talent that had grown rusted and stale. Perhaps this elvhen was not the absolute as an answer but she was someone familiar with the act of scrying and that was enough for the dragon to be curious of her mind and abilities. "A friend of mine has a common interest of yours," as though that would allow her not to be wary, but still Fyren did not have much to hide.

"It is an art nearly lost," neglected, certainly, as Fyren glanced around the shop; this elvhen dedicated herself to spell scrolls and enchantments rather than the pattern of any scry. "Tell me, do you know anything of the Dreamers, Nylathria?" He was meant to be in hiding, obscured from the wrath of any Aetherian, but Fyren had grown restless, and he desired to return to the roots he knew well.

[nylathriasoulseer]

Hundreds of years ago before many that roamed this world were born Nylathria had made a small fortune reading souls, there had been a market for it … maybe there still was but she wasn’t going to incentivise idiots charge to their death over what she had revealed to them. When a customer entered her store that had just acquired an expansion in what they stocked came in her eyes picked up from the ledger infront of her to greet them, but they cut her off before she had chance. How did he know that? She didn’t make it a habit to tell this generation of her power, perhaps an Elvhen? “Now a stranger knowing such details about me makes me a little anxious. What do you want a soul seer for?” She was used to more small talk before the talk of souls, but he had her intrigued at the very least.

starter for @nylathriasoulseer.

where: eterna

when: current timeline, maybe like a fraction before the madness of the last quest

note: seers aye

Fyren had let his protective nature of the Steel dragon place them in hiding for most of this time, abilities that had been untouched for decades under control of the Aetherian's still lay neglected, but his own impatience and teetering arrogance allowed Fyren to finally face himself. He could not do it alone, however, and that was where he'd come to discover this elvhen, a seer, a tether to ages long past. Entering her store, Fyren wasted no time, approaching the elvhen at her counter, "I've little interest in your spell scrolls, truly, I'm more interested in you and your abilities. I've heard of you, a seer, one of the souls." When a dragon vied for something, they normally made their demands pretty apparent and Fyren was sure they were direct to the elvhen.