Run Boy Run

Private Indie RP blog for son of Solas, also known as Fen'Harel. Read over any information before approaching. This blog is set between 9:61 and 9:63 Dragon.

[dafenlin]

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A smirk came to Fenvir’s features as he considered his response before finally saying

“An old man who likes to hear himself prattle because he thinks he has a grand amount of wisdom to impart and isn’t keen on being outsmarted when it happens.”

[dafenlin]

despiour‌:

“The point is to be wise. It is the greater sin to pass wisdom to those who would misuse or underappreciated it.  Would you ask a lady who covers her face what the point of her beauty is if not to be seen? Wisdom is its own reward, and it is the right of each wise man to determine who is deserving of inheriting his.” He pinched fingers to his chin in thought, considering the nature of the words he had just spoken. 

“Wisdom on wisdom is the only wisdom I wish to impart on you at the current time.” 

A cheeky, knowing grin began to spread onto Fenvir’s features as Felassan spoke. He waited for the realization to dawn on him before letting out a laugh, rather pleased with himself in some portion. 

“Beauty and wisdom are not interchangeable,” he pointed out, “so the analogy is questionable at best. Apparently, though, you decided I ought to inherit some sort of wisdom, as you just did, and wisdom is wasted if not given to the younger generation. Long forgotten to the sands of time...”

Fenvir leaned in a bit, raising his brows.

“And we don’t want that, do we? A fool hordes his gold, instead of placing it in the hands of who may use it to grow the world up, to the benefit of all.”

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[dafenlin]

Sb: you look just like your father Sb: except shorter. Fenvir: .... no one asked for your opinion.

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[uvher]

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[dafenlin]

uvher‌:

@dafenlin

          This part of the Fade, like so many others, was a mirror of its counterpart.  The place was once a marketplace, sprawling levels of shops cut into the side of a great hill with a grand temple atop highest point of land.  Here, some spirits could suggest the history: echos of a bustling economic center with banners and tents all carefully arranged to draw in any traveler with a fair bit of change in his pocket.  But the truth of the place was faint, buried under layers and layers of other histories and truths: the ramshackle camps of old human nomadic tribes, shades of old battles and the growth of the surrounding forest eventually swallowing the ruins whole.

     Nuven'in traveled these old memories and impressions, poking her nose at wisps as she made her way around the spires, both crumbling and whole superimposed over one another in this segregated realm.

     But there was another here.  A visitor— one not quite like herself but close enough— seemed to be poking around as well.  She watched him from her perch, stretching out and waiting for something interesting to happen.

     Perhaps something would: this part of the Fade seemed to be claimed by a demon of Greed, and one whose attention, she could feel, was shifting towards this young dreamer…

The world was different when he dreamed. No longer crumbling buildings, chiseled back into the ground or forgotten paths no longer walked. The buildings rose back up to the skies, feet moving once again on the lost roads. And it was something he could see, something he could always have seen. He used to take it with wonder, but now he had a purpose for it.

Fenvir had found himself in the keep of a marketplace long forgotten to time, yet not to the Beyond. He moved with easy foot in the crowd, grey eyes glancing at the wares and the bartering. It was real enough to fool someone unaware, yet he was never unaware. He could feel something crawling up the back of his spine, watching and waiting.

Fenvir easily passed by the stands, no matter how much the merchants shouted their wares to him. There was something specific to find here, at least he had hoped to.

“Searching, young man?” Fenvir stopped in his steps and glanced to the being wearing the form of an old woman. “I assure you, I may have what you want. You look like a lad who hasn’t had much luck, meant for far more than the meager attire you own.”

“My meager attire is finely handmade by Dalish artisans,” he threw back plainly, a smirk coming to his features.

“Oh, so not much coin-”

“I have no need for such a thing.”

“Yet you do for knowledge.” Fenvir furrowed his brow at that. The woman continued. “You thirst for it. And I may be able to assist, if you only allow it.”

“My pride would not allow it,” Fenvir retorted after a moment, a snort of amusement coming from him. “Good day to you.” With that, he continued on his path, finally sensing someone else lurking about. Someone else of notable ability...

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[dafenlin]

fadewalking‌:

The kick landed but managed to be mostly buffed off by a quick and forceful swat of Solas’ hand. He did not try to hid the prideful smirk on his face by Fenvir’s words, which in all honestly hit him harder than the attempted kick.  They filled him with a near overwhelming sense of graciousness, the fact that Fenvir not only referred to himself so casually as his son, but that he meant it to be a positive thing. Such a small moment, but it meant more to him than Solas suspected he knew. He would dwell on it another time, however. For now, he wanted to give full attention to the spar.

With a good handful of feet between them now, Solas again pointed his staff at Fenvir, this time at his feet. “Straighten your posture, but keep your knees bent. If you lock them, you will fall on your own accord.” He did not wait for compliance, and instead punched his staff upright suddenly and into the air, and then brought it straight down so that the end knocked with an impressive sound against the ground. Tight white, blue and purple sparks erupted from his staff and precipitated from the sky around Fenvir. It was a spectacular and daunting display, but in the Fade he knew at worst the lightning would only sting.  He shook his head. “You should always have a barrier up. Were this not the Fade, a spell such as that could have boiled you from the inside.” 

A slight look of teenage annoyance came to Fenvir’s face at the remark on his posture. Yet before he could make a remark on it, Solas had begun his attack. Fenvir’s eyes widened in consideration, his instinct kicking in.

“Well, shit.”

With deft agility, he did his best to avoid the strikes, weaving in and out in a way similar to what his mother had taught him. To stay light on his feet but sure about his step. But that didn’t stop one of the bolts from striking his arm and stinging a little bit. He sucked in a breath, annoyed, but knew better than to allow his annoyance to rile him up. He shook his arm off, keeping a tight grip on his staff as he paced, gray eyes locked on Solas and looking for an opening.

“Right, barriers and that.” Fenvir hadn’t the patience at times and it reflected in his magic and something he knew he had to rectify. 

He twirled his staff again, letting out a breath as he concentrated. He had to come up with something out of the box, something his father wouldn’t expect. He considered his environment and where they were and what could be used to his advantage.

That boulder just beyond Solas would work. With a wave of his hand, he lifted it and had to head for Solas, waiting for the distraction. He knew something like that wouldn’t be missed by him, so he’d have a brief window.

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[dafenlin]

fadewalking‌:

It was not exactly the kind of novelty Solas had in mind, but that made it all the better. Still, he was able to anticipate the attack the instant Fenvir disappeared, but it was quick enough that had Fenvir actually moved to strike him, the hit may have even landed. Solas instead swung his staff low and hard as he spun around to face him. His staff connected with Fenvir’s calves to knock him off his feet again. 

“Do not waste the opportunity to strike. Should you see an opening, take it. No one will afford you the luxury of hesitation, and anyone who does is doing you a disservice.” He pointed his staff at Fenvir in a gesture only meant to emphasize his words. “Resent anyone who pulls punches on you, for they have no care for your growth.”

He felt the staff collide with his calves, falling onto his back. His hand moved subtly as he fell, magic flowing briefly to his fingers and setting behind Solas. He looked up at the staff pointed at him, eyes narrowed in an intense look. A smirk came to his features, a jibe resting on his lips.

“Maybe I felt bad about striking a man as old as you,” he threw at him. Just then, the spell went off with a loud bang and Fenvir took his opportunity, grabbing Solas’s staff and pulling him closer, aiming a kick to his stomach before managing to get onto his feet.

“I’m you’re son, don’t think I’m that easy to beat.”

[dafenlin]

fadewalking‌:

Solas’ smile widened as he anticipated Fenvir’s move. Even has he blocked it, he felt a pang of pride for the show of perseverance. He reminded him much of himself in his youth.

“Good, but predictable. Be creative, show me something new.” It was a steep request for a budding mage who was still learning to control his magic. To imagine a new spell entirely was something even seasoned mages struggled to do in the Fade. Had it been anyone else, he would not have bothered tasking him with it. It was not that Solas expected Fenvir to be so prematurely able to conjure something so advanced, but that he wanted Fenvir to expect it of himself. 

Fenvir held his staff aloft, glaring at Solas. The Fade, he knew, could bend to someone’s will, if they knew how. Yet he knew Solas was far more skilled in that than he was. Any change would be dictated by Solas, any use of magic would be known. He had to think, he had to not be so hot headed.

He let out a low breath, twirling the staff in his hand as he watched him. Fenvir focused his mind and then vanished from before him, only to appear behind him with his staff at he ready to strike. He could still play his hand on a more physical aspect.

[dafenlin]

@fadewalking cont. from Fenvir getting knocked on his ass

Fenvir grimaced at the pain in his head, the uneasiness in his stomach. He stared up at the sky, annoyance on his features at his father’s tone. He blinked once, twice, before deciding to stand up.

“I don’t...Need it.” He growled, slowly rising to his feet. He kept a stern gaze on Solas, steadying himself on his feet and keeping his head held high. Never show weakness; that was something his mother had told him as well. He held his hand out, his staff coming to his hand but he did not lean on it.

In a quick move, he aimed a blast of magic at Solas, not willing to relent.

[dafenlin]

I think, while Fenvir is actually incredibly intelligent for his age and does enjoy learning, he does try to be even more so at times because he’s heard of how intelligent his father is and he knows how intelligent he is. And so some part of him is doing all this learning and being intelligent to try to make his father proud, even if he won’t ever admit that.

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despiour‌:

“For myself, of course, pup.” His tone was simple and matter-of-fact, as if to say that whether or not any kind of wisdom was shared was of no consequence to him. 

“If there is not a single soul in this world who deserves to glean the wisdom gathered by one who has lived more lifetimes than you could even fathom, then not a single soul will ever hear it.”

“Then what is the point of wisdom if it is not shared?” Fenvir fired back, resting back a bit. “To keep such a wealth within one’s self instead of sharing it because one dares to believe not a single other soul is worthy of it is greed incarnate. To keep wisdom from people is to willfully keep them in ignorance, therein they cannot learn and grow and free themselves from the chains of ignorance.”

He glanced over at Felassan, wanting to read what his response would be to that before he even responded. His mother taught him about reading people. And he found Felassan a challenging one to read and thus, a good one to practice on.

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[dafenlin]

@despiour

"Would you like wisdom? I don't have any for *you*. You wouldn't appreciate it. "

The remark caused a slight bit of curiosity to spark in Fenvir. Yet he would never admit it. He was a bit too stubborn and headstrong to an extent for that.

“Oh? Not for me?” He said, disinterest in his tone. “If not for me, then for who do you have wisdom for?” He glanced at Felassan, raising a challenging brow. The challenge was if he did not admit someone, that would mean he had no wisdom, yet if he did admit it, Fenvir could possibly discern it if he wished to.

[dafenlin]

"If you keep making that face, your muscles will freeze like that, you know." -Fel

Fenvir did not change his expression, in fact, if possible, it looked even more unimpressed at Felassan. He leaned back, putting his hands behind his head as he sat against the ancient statue.

“I’ve seen more people’s faces stuck on a fake smile than on a true frown,” he pointed out dryly. “I assume you have some important form of wisdom to bestow…Or you just plan on continuing to prattle nonsensically.”

Fenvir glanced up through the trees, noting the time it was and trying to decide what to do in the time left in the day.