Re: [PM to Join] [Mature] Hooks and Jabs
Posted: Wed Feb 19, 2020 1:55 am
The other man looked like he was in a lot of pain, and Meraki wanted to help but he wasn’t certain as to how. The wick nodded when he heard the thanks. He forced himself to look away, a frown on his features. He’d gotten scuffed up, but not anywhere near as bad as Aremu. For a moment, he considered if he hadn’t come around… if he hadn’t happened to turn down that specific alley… his frown turned into a glower. He slowly brought his legs up and rested his forearms on the knees, then stared at the sky instead.
He wasn’t a healer, he reminded himself. Not a useful one, anyway. He didn’t want something to go wrong with the mona… his field trembled around him, as if aware of his conflicted reluctance.
When he heard where the other man was from, he looked over again. The frown left, for his eyebrows rose high, and he quietly repeated, “Thul Ka? That’s a long ways… isn’t it?”
Meraki didn’t have the best grasp on where places were. He knew that carriages and wagons and airships went back and forth. He’d seen maps before, but if someone were to ask the tsat to point out where Thul Ka was on a map… he’d probably hesitate for an awkward length of time before making some awful guess. Mugroba was across the sea though, he knew that much. The wick turned slightly to look out at the nearest glance of harbor water. Moonlight reflected off the waves, and Meraki admired it for a moment. He wondered if he looked very hard, off into the distance, if he might be able to see the other foreign land from here or not.
He turned back when he heard the same sort of question returned to him. Meraki nodded. “Not too far… not as far as Mugroba. I’m from Brunnhold. You know it?” He waved slightly in a random direction – as if Brunnhold was right over past a few of the buildings. Meraki looked toward the roof’s edge, then back at the other man.
“Do y’ got anywhere to… go? Or… I’ve only been about the harbor for a few days, don’t know any nice guys and all yet. But if you got somewhere, I can lend a…” Here, Meraki paused abruptly. He glanced at the sky, cleared his throat, then concluded, “…help ya get there.”
The wick wouldn't make a move without knowing that Aremu felt confident to go, whichever direction they might be headed... but he also worried that the thugs below might figure out where they were hiding. His fingers tapped nervously as he kept his arms crossed over his knees. He wanted to smoke, but knew that'd be a dead give-away if he did.
He wasn’t a healer, he reminded himself. Not a useful one, anyway. He didn’t want something to go wrong with the mona… his field trembled around him, as if aware of his conflicted reluctance.
When he heard where the other man was from, he looked over again. The frown left, for his eyebrows rose high, and he quietly repeated, “Thul Ka? That’s a long ways… isn’t it?”
Meraki didn’t have the best grasp on where places were. He knew that carriages and wagons and airships went back and forth. He’d seen maps before, but if someone were to ask the tsat to point out where Thul Ka was on a map… he’d probably hesitate for an awkward length of time before making some awful guess. Mugroba was across the sea though, he knew that much. The wick turned slightly to look out at the nearest glance of harbor water. Moonlight reflected off the waves, and Meraki admired it for a moment. He wondered if he looked very hard, off into the distance, if he might be able to see the other foreign land from here or not.
He turned back when he heard the same sort of question returned to him. Meraki nodded. “Not too far… not as far as Mugroba. I’m from Brunnhold. You know it?” He waved slightly in a random direction – as if Brunnhold was right over past a few of the buildings. Meraki looked toward the roof’s edge, then back at the other man.
“Do y’ got anywhere to… go? Or… I’ve only been about the harbor for a few days, don’t know any nice guys and all yet. But if you got somewhere, I can lend a…” Here, Meraki paused abruptly. He glanced at the sky, cleared his throat, then concluded, “…help ya get there.”
The wick wouldn't make a move without knowing that Aremu felt confident to go, whichever direction they might be headed... but he also worried that the thugs below might figure out where they were hiding. His fingers tapped nervously as he kept his arms crossed over his knees. He wanted to smoke, but knew that'd be a dead give-away if he did.