Life is Precious

My name is Arion Fang. I've come a long way from Stormhaven to look for an Angel. I used to be something of a street rat, and I'll do whatever it takes to find her. Maybe you can help me?  Indie/OC/RP Open to everything bg by ellen92

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Arion’s personality from http://similarminds.com/cattell-16-factor.html

Arion’s results all hover around the middle of the score ranges and reflect a challenging part of his character design. As opposed to his deuteragonist/antagonist, Arion’s personality is straight forward and mild-mannered.

While he is often quite average, Arion tends to daydream of ideal worlds and stories with happy endings where strength can be found in the mundane. Though he is right about the ordinary rising to become extraordinary, he lacks the clear decisiveness and sharp judgement required to affect the flow of events.

His balanced traits lend themselves well to foil other, more polarized characters, highlighting the marked traits of the world around him without heavily skewing them towards the optimistic or pessimistic. The setback is that he often appears weak in comparison to the strong-willed characters of any story despite having the ability to be a pivotal player himself. As a thief turned mercenary, he is more suited to subtle strikes than bold strokes.

The center of his personality revolves around his emotional stability and ability to remain ‘himself’ under prolonged duress. He is keen on maintaining his sense of morality and world view but is driven to paranoia with the dissonance brought upon by his actions for survival. The mounting anxiety of his internal conflict erode at his stability, ultimately overcoming his better judgement as reflected above. It is this lapse that catalyzes events that lead to his failure as a ‘hero.’

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I made these as a way to compile all the geographical vocabulary that I thought was useful and interesting for writers. Some descriptors share categories, and some are simplified, but for the most part everything is in its proper place. Not all the words are as useable as others, and some might take tricky wording to pull off, but I hope these prove useful to all you writers out there!

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All Those Who Wander

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Arion caught the rag with a smirk as he stood. He took back his thought about a comfortable temperature however. The residual heat of the room was already becoming oppressive in his outfit, so the vagabond was quick to be rid of his scarf as he rolled up his sleeves to join her. He almost chuckles at the sight of her climbing onto the stool but thought better than to tease her about it. Muscles weren’t simply for show after all!

It had been awhile since he had worked near a furnace let alone on something so trivial as a repair. Yet, it felt nice to do honest labor again. Then, Franky started to sing. The wanderer paused to listen only to realize minutes later that he had been staring. His cheeks felt warm as Arion moved his eyes back to focus on the boiler. A good number of strokes with the rag calmed him down, and he began to relax to the sway of her off-tune words.

Though he had no idea what a ‘cigarette’ was, he guessed it had to be something similar to a pipe. Yet, it was the rest of her song that resonated with him. Memories were like tattoos on the soul and one of the few things vagabonds took as they traveled.

He tried his best to hum along, always a bit late, but he enjoyed how it moved with their work. Arion continued his work with a soft smile on his face when her shanty drew its end. After a few moments of silence, the wanderer began one of his own. His voice wavered at first with each steady line as Arion tried to remember the proper tune. Slowly, he began with a chorus.

So we work all day and work all night,                                                                ‘Til we land at port of call...                                                                                   And sail or row with all our might,                                                                       Even if the sky should fall...

‘Cause nothing will ever stop my heart,                                                                 From burning bright and true!                                                                               So I’ll grab my line and play my part,                                                                     Until I’m back with you...

The sea is cruel and mighty, a beauty to behold,                                                     She cows all the strongmen, and humbles all the bold.                                           She makes fools of wise men, and turns young men old,                                       Yet still we brave the waters in search of riches gold.

Yet, it isn’t fame or treasure that sends me ‘cross the sea,                                   Just a simple man with simple wishes and a spirit free,                                     Sweatin’ beneath the sun or rain, whatever may come to be,                             To be there beside you, forever happily.  

So we work all day and work all night,                                                                ‘Til we land at port of call.                                                                                     And sail or row with all our might,                                                                       Even if the sky should fall!

‘Cause nothing will ever stop my heart,                                                                 From burning bright and true!                                                                               So I’ll grab my line and play my part,                                                                     Until I’m back with you!

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Previously...

Giving gentle smile to his words, her heart ached  seeing him with that sort of expression upon his face. She reached for his hand with her own, giving a gentle reassuring squeeze as if she tried to encourage him “Hey…life is a long road hun, ya and me both still got plenty to do so keep lookin forward ! If ya dare to look back I’ll kick ya ! Understood ? “ she asked with playful grin across her full lips.

She knew fully well how it felt, looking back on  past and regreting things you did thinking you were making the right choice at the time. But now she saw no point in looking back, keep moving forward thats what she told herself all the time while on road.

Finally they made way to boiler room, large brass barrel, it was heated already and Franky gave heavy sigh. “Well time to get to work “ she said taking off her jacket revealing muscular arms she gained over years of hard work and training. “Seems like the coatin should be changed, and cleaned “ she muttered taking out tools she would need.

Arion redoubled his grip on her fingers, smiling fully this time. Her words struck something deep in his memory. 

“Keep moving forward.” He repeated with a sure nod as he followed Franky. It had been a long time since he had said that to someone he cared about. Funny how those words came back only to be turned on him. His life always seemed to be filled with these ironic moments. 

The definition of Franky’s muscles wasn’t surprising knowing her work as a mechanic. At least, it wasn’t in his head. He couldn’t help but give a low whistle as she removed her outerwear. To say she wasn’t at least a little attractive was an understatement knowing his past. He felt conflicted, the proximity of knowing her as a child and a woman threw his head for a loop. Planning heists and raids was what his head was good for, not worrying about the complexities of magic and women, which were quite similar things to him. Arion coughed into his fist and leaned against the wall. 

He knew that it was the boiler room that was hot and not just him. The heat was pleasant, and the vagabond was used to it. Memories of his days spent by the forge or occasional days spent welding with his father returned to his mind. Now, watching Franky work was another happy time.

“I don’t know much about boiler coats, but I used to do a lot of cleaning when I started working. Can I lend a hand... ‘boss?’” Arion quipped with a smile and a light nudge with his elbow.

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Smirking she moved her way downstairs allowing him to follow after her s she fixed up her toolbelt. It was nice to have someone watch over your work, even more when they were truly interested to see ! “Heh its an ol’ thing I keep tellin owner to get new one but shes just bein cheap “ rolling her eyes she reached her hand to ruffle the back of her hair in thought.

“I duuno I just like workin with engines and well anythin that requires my skillset…always did . Just hope one day I might build somethin amazing that will be of good use….or at least look great !” winking she offered that big bright grin on hers.

But now that he mentioned she never asked him anything, suppose it was about damn time to do so then ! “Alright then, what made ya hit the road ? And for how long ya been…..lost hehe ? “

Arion laughed with a goofy grin plastered all over his face and followed the mechanic down the steps with the heavy falls of his boots. He smiled in good nature at the innkeeper as they passed through. The rest of the way to the boiler was quiet as he kept to his thoughts. Franky’s talk about her dreams brought half a smile to his lips.

“I like your dream, Franky. It’s a nice dream to have. Making something is better than breaking it down.” Arion spoke almost wistfully. “If my dad was around, I’d probably be a welder or a mechanic like you! But... he isn’t so I had to do other things.

“I did a lot a things, a lot I’m not proud of, but it was to keep alive... At least I tell myself that. Now, I feel like my shadows haunt me. I’m just trying to keep my family safe, yeah? Just to find them a safe place to live, for my sisters and brother to grow up... Yet, here I am... chasing my past.”

He sighed and kept a rueful smile as he watched her work. “But, I met you, yeah? That’s a good part of my travels. I hope there’s more friends like you on the road ahead.”

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Looking up too him ,with eyes filled with …warmth. How long has its been since she made this kind of bond with anyone ? Far too long, last time she did such thing….it caused her old friends to leave this world. A small hint of red appeared on her dark cheeks, followed by sheepish grin .

“Ya dumbarse…” with a mumbled Franky walked straight into bear hug warping her own arms around his waist burring her face agianst his chest as hugged the tall man tight. It scared her….to have this sort of warm emotions, maybe it will be different this time ?

“Alright shesh……I got work to do …” with snicker she gently stomped on his foot looking up with that familiar playful look in her golden eyes.

Her tender look and quick acceptance surprised Arion, but he quickly wrapped his arms around Franky to draw her close, a content smile drawing itself on his lips. Of course, the moment did not last long. She was much too tough for such soft expressions.

Arion couldn’t deny the bond he felt with Franky, a kinship that they shared. If by any other circumstance, he wondered if they would have ever met or become as close. The chances weren’t high, but Arion knew that he had a knack for knowing the strangest of strangers. Each one had the ability to shift the paradigm of his life.

The stomp to atop his toes surprised the taller vagabond and shook him from the moment, but he quickly recovered with an apologetic smile. Arion gestured to his steel-toed boots with a quick look as he tapped them against the ground. A shrug brushed off any pain he actually felt.

A playful smile of his own matched the mischief in her eyes as they made their way to the boiler. “I’d like to see you at work, Franky. I’ve seen my share of boilers, yeah? And I wonder what makes these one beat. Hmmm... tell me about why you keep bein’ a mechanic. It’s a brilliant job mind you, but not one that moves about since they’re always needed... And... ask me a question too, yeah? I hate to keep putting you under the light.”

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Ho boy and there he went asking about THAT part of her life, its not that she minded …she was just simply type too look forward rather back to past. But it was only fair to indulge him this time, after all that happened between them. The memories they made brought smile to her face…..since as a kid she was rarely cared like he did for her.

“Its…not much of a story to be honest with ya sweetheart “ she adds with soft sigh leaning her back against the wall, as her hand ruuffled through her short black and blond hair. “Being in orphanage wasnt that, at least was fun makin the nurses chase after me ehehe !” a sheepish grin grew upon her lips at the memory of all the troubles she would cause.”But no lovin couple took me…..until I was bout 14 an old mechanic took me in he…..heard bout kid wreckin the place to build her own projects so he took me as his pupil …learned tool of traid had troubles with the law. When got to 18 years old I built my own bike…hit the road and …did plenty of things I aint too proud of. Thats all behind though….just kinda keepin the low profile for now….Sorry ya had to hear that wee girl ya took care of had bit of rough time heh it could have been worse “

Arion closed his eyes and listened intently to her tale. The story of her life was unsurprising to him after his own upbringing in the streets of his home. There were many kids like him or Franky, some worse off. Still, it was the simple act of knowing how she was raised that gave him comfort and a sense of closure. Her relationship to their innkeeper had told him much, but he’d rather hear the truth directly from Franky.

The vagabond scratched his chin with a finger as another lopsided smile crossed his lips, softened with worry.

 “What’s there to apologize for?” He started. “I already kinda knew deep down, but... it just helps me put one and one together. yeah?

“We’ve all done things that we ain’t too proud of... believe me, but I think that you’re a good person. Really I do. And I think that you grew up alright, so...”

Arion glanced off to the side for a moment before stepping towards where she leaned on the wall. He opened his arms halfway in a half-formed gesture for a hug. The wandering man didn’t really know what else there was to say or do, but he felt that maybe this was appropriate.

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Looking up at him with that familiar wide, child like grin she leaned her chin against his chest while nudging his chin with her fist. “Heh ya will get used to magic here…it kinda has its own way of doin things. Some can be pain in the arse…while other are worth the trouble as ya can see !

Slowly she backed way letting go of him, it felt like everything was clear…..honestly ever since they spoke today her head  was hurting from over thinking.  Still she was glad to find someone that special yet again in bit more….adult situation per say. Snickering she leaned her back against the wall gazing at him fondly. “Heh yeah we do a lot…..what cha wanna know first Airy?“

Arion grinned back just as easy, straight and full without a lingering sorrow. He pretended to be blown back by her teasing jabs, something he noticed happened with some regular frequency. As Franky pulled away, his hands lingered on her until she was out of his reach. He sighed softly then, his arms falling slowly to his side.

There was still much to be reconciled: the happenstance of their second meeting, the unusual nature of their first, and how would two such different stories would shape the future? Would they have come to this if not for that strange intervention? Maybe, she was right. It was definitely worth the trouble.

As he returned her snickers with an airy laugh and another slanted smile, the vagabond tried to focus on Franky, on who she was and how she appeared to him. It was hard to concentrate on the reality of the tough and gritty woman before him when he still had fresh memories of chasing a naked babe squealing through their room. More than anything, Arion felt confused, but he shrugged that off with irony. Since when wasn’t he confused these days? Like the wind, he just followed the curves of what came his way. He shook the odd thought from his head.

“Well...” A hand went to his hip and another to rub his chin as he thought aloud. “What do I wanna know, Franky? Hmm... a tough question. Then... for starters, couldcha tell me more about how you really grew up, yeah? I know you were at an orphanage, right...? It musta been hard on you... I know we made memories together, but that doesn’t change the past, the real past, huh?”

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She could not help but to smile weakly seeing his expression, it pained her to see him like that. That Sarah must have been the world to him. Leaning back against the well she ruffled her short black hair trying to gather her thoughts properly. “Yeah …and boy and girl surviving on streets …Sarah was like a hero wasnt she ? “ she asked with worry written all over her face.

Reaching for his scarf she could not help herself but clutch it ever so slightly. “You….made me dress out of this..I…..” staring at him with her golden orbs there was look of realisation on those eyes. “You took me in when nobody did that day!” grinning brightly she  suddenly lunged herself to him hugging him tightly, almost too tight with her strong arms around his neck.

Chuckling she  muttered silently. “Damn this continent and its random magic….”

Arion released her as she drifted to recline on the wall, matching her worry with his own. His brow remained furrowed, but his frown softened into a casual smile. Each memory she called brightened his expression as the vagabond finally relaxed.

The wanderer surrendered his scarf to her urging and kept his gaze honed on her golden spheres Her sudden explosion of joy surprised him, and Arion stumbled as he received her embrace. It took only a moment for him to adjust, grinning in kind, as he caught her and pulled her close.

“So you were my ‘Fierce Little Franky...’” He sighed as if years melted off his shoulders and held her just that much closer. “I don’t know much about magic, but... I am glad that you are safe and happy. Well... um... we have a lot to talk about.”

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“Hah ! Yeah but much better orphanage then one I grew up in eheheh “ snickering at thought, it did made sense, here she meet plenty of fellow wanderers and heard many stories that caused her travels to be more interesting and exciting.

Then gain something proded in back of her mind, without think she spoke. “Hey Airy…what happened to Sarah ? “ she spoke surprisng herself hse asked that. Why….who was Sarah ?  Groaning she rubbed her forehead s they made their way to basment slowly walking downstairs she stopped and sat down on wooden stairs mumbling silently.

“Im….sorry duuno why I asked ya that……..its just ya look so familiar like not type of familiar I saw ya face in crowd its like…..we spent nice memories…” she said looking up at him with those golden eyes full of hope and confusion  at the same time.

He hummed in agreement with Franky, listening but daydreaming all the while. Yet, her next words stopped Arion in the middle of his stride. His footing faltered, but his attention was now squarely on Franky. 

“S-Sarah?” Arion stuttered out her name. “Did you just say ‘Sarah,’ Franky? She’s... she’s who I was looking for... with gold eyes like yours.”

In a moment, the wanderer was at her side, gently clutching her shoulder. Arion rested the back of his hand against her forehead to check for a temperature, but it was a subconscious gesture. His eyes darted across her features for some recognition, anything that told him about who she could be to him.

Memories she had said, what memories? The only Franky he knew was his lost ‘daughter,’ and there was no way that she could be the woman before him. A few months was not twenty years.

“What did yamean by... memories, Franky?” His brow furrowed. “Didn’t we meet just this morning? Or... do you remember sea monsters and... angels?”

The idea was crazy, ludicrous even, but Arion was willing to try it. Valoran was a land of magic. Maybe, just maybe, the baby he cared for was a woman in disguise.

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Seeing he was so presistant, she gave small sigh and chuckle…well she could use a company alright. “Sheehs aint ya stubborn fine, ya can tag along, besides there aint much to do around here so you would most likely be bored to death “ winking she gathered her tools and even hang few around thick leather belt she wore around her hips in order to carry few tools with her. Waving her hand was sign for him to follow her.

“It aint much of work really, promise ya can watch me build somethin really awesome next time hehe “ grinning she led the way through hallways passing very few guests of small inn, mostly travelers like them and middle class folks. “Owner was nice to me since when I was kid, plus she knows my mentor so we kinda do lot of lil works around the place to keep it workin….guess this is closest to home …” she said with small sheepsih  grin while looking back up at him. Again that feeling of guilt proded back of her head, really she never had  bad memory usually remembering many little things in her life but for some reason….she really felt sad while looking at him.

“That sounds like a good plan to me, Franky!” Arion grunts and sets himself up in the bed. The boiler room would be hot and arid as the name suggested, so he decided to rid himself of his cloak, scarf, and leather body armour while she prepared herself. Without his outerwear, Arion looked less intimidating but still as towering as ever.

He shoots her a sheepish smile at her wink before setting to follow her down to the boiler. So this was her home from the details of her story and the sincerity of her expressions. The vagabond found it apt, a place for transient wanderers would be a perfect home for a free-spirited woman. If he had to stay in Valoran long, Arion thought that he would value her friendship. Perhaps there was the chance to meet her somewhere unexpected, a serendipitous excitement to look forward to. The thought brought smiles to his face.

“The Owner really is a good woman... This place is almost like an ‘orphanage’ for us wanderers, yeah? We stay here safe for awhile before moving on. At least, it is a home to come back to once in some time....” He mused with eyes tracing the beams of the rafters.

Arion catches her lingering look but does not understand the melancholy in her eyes. All he knew was that something tugged at her heart. What did she remember, Arion wondered?

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“I guess….” sighing she ruffled her short black hair in thought. Usually  she was confident and sure of everything she does ….but now she felt doubt and worry. Why ? Was there reason for it ? Everytime she would look a t him she felt sorrow for some odd reason….strange.  “Yeah lets not waste our time then !” 

Grinning she went ahead of him trying to cover up everything she was thinking with that bright smile of hers. Room was at the end of the hallway she pushed the door open only to be greeted by small two bed bedroom, rustic yet cozy. Throwing her bag on one of the bed she opened her bag and already started pulling out few small tools. Screwdriver, drill , few cleaning trinkes along with a bottled liquid, wrench and small hammer. “Luckly its just fixin the boiler room, I swear stuff down there belong in museum ! But then again its nice to work on simple things from time to time…”

Snickering she  glances over him with corner of her golden eyes. “Reminds me of time when I was kid..when things were more simple “

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Arion’s seen enough masks in his life to tell when a smile didn’t truly reach the heart. It was beyond him to know what she was thinking about, but he couldn’t help but wonder what was worrying her. Nevertheless, he could not resist the invitation to sprawl out on the sheets of their new room, so he dashed after her down the hall.

The wandered stooped low to leave his belongings by the door before jumping face first onto the bed. It’s fluffy softness and the weight it took off his feet eased both his soul and soles. For a moment, all Arion could do was sigh contently. He rolled onto his back a minute later to watch Franky rifle through her belongings. The tools she withdrew were familiar to him and the few years he spent learning his father’s trade.

He hummed pleasantly and closed his eyes, “Mmm... Simple. Being a kid was different. The world was the same, but you saw it in a fresh light. Are you sure you don’t want any help in the boiler room? Least I could do is keep ya company, yeah?”

Being with Franky brought about a familiar feeling, as if he needed to watch and keep her out of trouble, yet she was a grown woman who fully capable of being on her own. Still, the urge persisted which bothered Arion, but he kept the notion to himself.

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“Yeah yeah just lemme  do my work before this place  blows up without my good will to take care of it !”  chirped the vagabond while giving light tug to the bag she was carrying over her shoulder. Cling was heard as  she carried plenty of tool to keep her busy while passing through cities and earn some coin along the way. At that owner gave up further argument and simply waved her hands turning her focus on guest book and light chuckle seeing Arion’s signature.

Sneaking beside him Franky warped her arm around his grinning widely up at him. “Lets check our room first, and dont worry it got two beds, just wanna ligthen the weight before any actual work “ winking she pulled him along with her. For woman who was relativly short, she was no femine , her arms were strong and hands were rough from all the work she did over the years. Humming a tune she   looked over him again..this time at his scarf…..why did it look so familiar ? 

Without thinking she reached for his scarf and gave it gentle tug and smile that spoke about something she lost. “Do ya got this feelin…that we might have meet somewhere before ? “

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Arion briefly wondered what kind of tools her profession employed, and were they similar to those that he knew? Yet, the curiosity faded as an afterthought as he once more fell inline with her step. His brow raised in idle curiosity as he spotted Franky’s arm about his. A part of him was certain that she would’ve thrown it around his neck were she able. The mechanic’s next comment threw him off his concentration again, not that it ever wouldn’t he thought.

“I wasn’t worrying about the beds...” Arion scratched his chin, more than a little indignant. There was little time to react though before he felt Franky’s sure tugging, trying hard not to stumble over their differing heights. “Easy on my arm, please! I still need it.”

He stopped a couple steps after she did, reflexively backpedaling as she breached an intimate distance. Arion’s brow knit in concern and frowned ever slightly. His expression softened at her words, and his gaze drifted skyward with his thoughts.

Franky’s smile was filled with melancholy, the ironic appreciation of some memory. Arion matched her expression and sighed, “I’ve felt that way since I first saw you. You remind me of that little girl... I hope that she ended up like you. Full of life and ready to change it, not like me. But... let’s drop off your bag. We can always talk more then.”

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Inkeeper sighed looked at the vagabond with concern in her warm eyes, stepping out from the desk she  gently pat the tall man’s shoulder. “I am sorry to hear that…sadly even city like Piltover is not what it seems, orphan children dont always end up good but who knows…she seemed like a tough child hopefully officers found her and…” at that a short snort from  wanderer was heard. Franky merely rolled her eyes and sighed. “Kids are tougher then ya think ! I am an orphan nobody took me and look I turned out juuuuust fine…with few bumps on the road. ehe”

Olive eyed woman merely shook her head at girls words. “Do pardon me my dear mechanic but I do remember a certain teen causing vandalism and often ending up in jail waiting for her mentor to pick her up …or try to blow her way out…” she said with her eyes squinted at tanned girl who simply laughed it off. “Ahhh good times !” said Franky while smirking up at Arion. “And im sure ya lil missy is alright …..not many orphans are lucky to have nice guy like ya take care of em “ even though she had this feeling…that she knew what was that like. A warm person not judging her even encouraging her outgoing personality …the story telling…at the thought she shook her head. Why did he feel so familiar ?

“Anyway  I’ll get to  work and smooth thing round here, our big friend here can eat and drink on my account !” she said giving him another strong pat on back. “My my are you trying to seduce the poor man like that ? “ asked the owner causing Franky to merely stick her tongue at her.

The tall figure let out a slow sigh and looked back up at the innkeeper with the whisper of a smile. Franky’s break of pace dragged his attention to her, and he gave a short laugh at the banter between her and the innkeeper. Remembering his young companion left a foul mood that settled in the back of his mind like many others. That was the price of failure he guessed.

 Nevertheless, there was a warmth of heart in this place and one in his cheeks after Farnky’s compliment. There was no use worrying about what could have been, a lesson he still grappled with. Whatever happened to his little friend had already happened. Arion only hope that it was good. The vagabond made a move to refuse Franky’s gift of food and drink but decided against it at the last second. It would be rude not to accept a host’s hospitality.

At this point, Arion had gone quiet and had been so for a bit, not that he minded. There was the book to sign and a room to prepare, yet he never quite got past the first task without being distracted. ‘S-Seduced?’ Arion thought, catching too late how he had butchered his valoran-signature. He coughed and tried to regain his composure and finished properly this time. Franky wasn’t trying to seduce him just treating a new friend well. Sticking her tongue out was more proof of that... right? Still, her antics were a lively and welcome break from the quiet of his lonely travels. He thought that familiar feeling like a faded memory was just a result of that.

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He was an odd way…in a way she could connect to him, travelers tend to quickly bond with one another knowing fully well what was the life on road like. Full of adventures worth a good chapter in a book…but at time lonely for a company of another. Small blush did cross his cheek at his comment about people like her. “Dawww ya know how to make girl feel special Airy !” snickering she gently nudged his arm with her fist.

Just then the arrived at small rustic looking inn with sign that had painted setting sun…familiar place wasnt it ? “Here we are !Owner is a sweetheart and there is old waiter who always sits with me when I dine here you will love it here !” she adds with cheerful tone already making her way inside. A pair of familiar olive eyes busy with reading through guest book soon rose and looked up at the two. The owner immidetly greeted them with warm smile, sliding her reading glasses down. “Well oh my and here I thought you forgot about us Franky ! Your usual room is ready and…..” she stopped with her words as soon as her eyes saw familiar tall man. “Oh my I remember you ! Its good to see you back sir, but where is your daughter ? “ she asked curiosly.

Hearing that Franky glanced over Arion in surprise. “Daughter ? Oh wow  hun never would guess ya were someone’s daddy eheheh !”

Arion gave her his crooked smile, rubbing his neck at her playful gesture. “Well, it’s true isn’t it? You’re special, especially to some people, yeah?.”

He chuckled at her blush but froze as he grasped at what she had said. Franky had called him ‘Airy.’ It wasn’t a nickname he had heard in awhile. The wanderer brushed it off as a common enough occurrence. After all with a name like his, it was something that came up often. Thank the Maker she didn’t call him ‘Airhead,’ yet. With the matter dismissed, ‘Airy’ joined back in on Franky’s merry-making

Amidst the mirth, Arion’s eyes caught wind of the place Franky had decided to invite them to. The sight brought back bitter sweet memories about a time long since passed. The man stood a moment to admire the artwork of the rising sun in the evening light and sighed before following Franky through the door. It was good to be back at the “Sun Dawn,” good to be home.

Her comments bring a warm smile to his face, but Arion doesn’t make an effort to tell her that he already knew. That is, he didn’t have need to before the innkeeper pierced his soul with her knowing look. Arion lowered his gaze with a nervous laugh at her question. Franky’s teasing frankly didn’t help.

“W-Well... you see...” Arion dropped his facade and sighed deeply. His head hung sorrowfully, and his copper hair eclipsed his eyes. There was no use holding a dead lie, so the vagabond decided to own his truth. “You see, Miss... the truth is that she wasn’t my daughter... I... I just found her on the streets and thought that she could use a good meal and a quick home. I... wouldn’t make a good father anyways...

“I was trying to return her to the orphanage, but I was new to Piltover. I thought that I could keep her safe until I found it. B-But... I-I I don’t know what happened! One day, we were here with you like usual. It was such a good time too! But then... she just... vanished. M-Maybe when I was sleeping? I-I don’t know... I checked out in a hurry, remember? Tryin’ to be calm? A-And I looked everywhere for her, but I couldn’t... find her. I hope that nothing bad happened to her... But the police would never trust a dirty, street rat talkin’ ‘bout missing kids, ya know? I’m sorry...”

The man hung his head shamefully, already looking weary.

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All Those Who Wander

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Snickering at his words she  merely shook her head giving soft sigh. “I kinda envy ya there, still havent found way to leave Valoran and see other worlds…ya know takin risk “ she said while looking up at  orange colored sky as sun was slowly setting it painted the clouds in color of gold. “As for Ferljord heh love the dang place…folks are great and oh one time I saw dragon fightin an ice giant ! Man that was …. I dont know to describe it but I felt like my heart would jump out from fear and excitment! “ quirking brow at his inqury about golden eyes she slightly tilts her head to side. “Well beside lil ol me I dont konow anyone else with those kind of eyes luv “

But at mention of Demaica she simply rolled her eyes and sighed. “Yeaaaah I dont stay there long, not much for mechanic to do and outlaw, so I tend to stay very short. Ya wanna hear my story ? Heh well I reccomend ya Bilgewater if ya wanna have some reaaaal adventure, though my advice always carry a weapon around there and be careful with ya money. Gambling there can be fun but they prefer the old fashioned rule…house always wins”

“I’ve taken a lot of risks in my life I think... I’d like to play it safer now, at least for awhile. I had to learn to quit sometimes?” He paused a moment, casting his eyes to the ground without focusing on anything in particular. “I’m not for gambling too then. Trying to survive is already lucky. I don’t think I’d have enough luck left to waste any money. And you’re right, the House always wants to wind.”

Arion was sure to pick up his pace after and dashed back towards her. The way the evening sun colored the world was something that he never tired of seeing. It meant that they had survived another day. A smile crept to his lips at the thought, only growing fuller at Franky’s wild tales.

“Dragons are real?” His reply was quizzical but in good nature. “I grew up with stories about them, but... they were just that. Here though? It feels like everything could be possible... ice giants too by the look of it.

“And I’ve done too much time in places like Bilgewater. I’m not too shabby with guns, but I’ve been told I’ma grapplin’ man.” He crushes off the comment as if is worth little. However, a glint of pride began to shine in his eyes. “I don’t really worry about keeping my money close on me. I don’t even think ‘C’ could sneak by me.”

The spark faded almost as quickly as it appeared as Arion went back to admiring the evening sky with Franky.

“Thank you, Franky,” Arion began off beat, “For telling me about the people you know, or rather... didn’t know, with eyes like yours. I think that they’re special all people like you and not just because of the way the look.”

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All Those Who Wander

Previously...

Arion’s posture fell ever slightly as she declined his offer. Nevertheless, her refusal simply meant that she was an independent worker which was good, right? A deep breath suffused his lungs as Arion readjusted his sack, falling in line with her lead. The buckles of his armor and belts rustled lightly as he walked, reminding of his time in Piltover where even he felt lacking in leather. The thought was among the first memories Franky’s question had brought to mind.

“I’m not from Valoran,” He prefaced with a quick glance at the sky, “But I have been walking for a long time now. I got offshore for the first time in the Freljord, so it always be a special place for me--even if the cold cut through even the thickest furs. Yet, it was in Piltover that I finally began to do what I came here to do. Ya know, I’m... honestly surprised about how many women there are with golden eyes here...”

Arion chuckles meekly with another run of his hand through his hair. He hums still, thinking of something to continue. “But to visit? I traveled as far as ‘De-ma-cia?’ The city was so pretty and looked so clean! Yet... we both know that lookin’ says nothing about what’s really inside... I tried to avoid contact with their soldiers. I don’t really have a favorite place yet, Franky. I just... like meeting warm people in a warm place, ya know? Like you. It feels like home even if I don’t have one. What about you? Your turn to talk!”

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