[thetalesofthereneverwood]

Artist Credit to @secretsivekept

A Sunny Afternoon

Theren found himself under the shade of the counterculture of the urban spires of the city, the foliage of one of the groves of the Precinct Three. He and Marcel were relaxing in its embrace, Theren mindlessly strumming his lute while. He rested his head in Marcel’s lap. Ever since their jaunt to Kaladesh they’d been dating, for a few months now. Really, since Theren first met Marcel, when Marcel saved him from being drugged at a Simic bar, that he had been pining for the healer. Marcel was so kind and sweet to Theren and he was happy that they were together.

Laying with his head on Marcel, he began to reminisce over the past few months with Marcel. He thought about how they both didn’t realize how close they lived to one another until Marcel visited the farmer’s market being held in the Fauna Square. Marcel was there to find the ingredients for a recipe called “ratatouille” that Theren had heard of before. Theren was just playing outside of the Oak Street Inn. From there, the two often would have dates in Precincts Two and Three. Hearing the joyous bellow of a brushstrider shook Theren out of his reminiscing.

He looked up at the eyes of his boyfriend and smiled saying, “This has been a wonderful day, hasn’t it?” @reds-ocs-rps

[reds-ocs-rps]

Marcel could not help the light shade of pink from spreading across his cheeks when Theren smiled so softly at him, unaccustomed as he was to such gentle intimacy with another. “I got to spend it with you Starlight, how could it not be?” returning the smile with his own crooked one, his lace covered fingers gently bushing threw the bards tussled locks. Watching the nightscape play across his hand.

Fate was such a fickle thing to find him stealing a moment with the demigod in the shade of this hidden grotto. After treating Theren’s run in with the misplayed anger of a Ravnican citizen, Marcel had thought to never see him again. The multiverse was infinite and even this plane was a winding maze of streets and crowds, and yet they keep finding one another.

This first time had been at a event at a local orphanage, Marcel had come by to check on the children's health and had stayed to twist flower crowns for the younglings. Only to revive a pleasant surplice when the bard currently resting his head on his lap came upon the stage to put on a consort.

It had somehow ended with them on a “not date” on the plane of Kaladesh. He still had such fond memories of Ghirapur, the view from the Freejam had been every bit as breathtaking as Theren had said it would be, and their stroll along the Eleven Bridges had been quite pleasant. Though he had made a bit of a fool of himself trying to power threw a Rogan Josh, as they had called it, he had warned his elven companion he was not good with spice.

Marcel expected that to be then end of it, a wonderful time spent and memories made, only for him to bump into the half elf once more on a rather frustrating day at the market. Marcel had invited Theren back to him abode to try his attempt at recreating a dish from his home plane, with Ravnicas megger offerings, only to be presently shocked to learn they lived so close.

Things had progress along such lines after that to find them sharing the shade of well manicured trees, the handsome musician resting against him in the lazy warmth of the afternoon.

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Theren blushed when Marcel called him “Starlight.” It was such an endearing name from his boyfriend, and every time he blushed from it, it invited the starscape to dance across his face. He looked up at the face of his sweet, sweet cleric. He thought to himself, how did I get so lucky? He reached out his hand and let his fingers weave through Marcel’s hair, enjoying the platinum hair as it went through his fingers.

He smiled and asked Marcel, “How would you like to enjoy the rest of this evening? Would you want to go enjoy a meal out or head for one of our places and make something? If we go out we could maybe catch a performance but if we stay in I think the Farmer’s Market stays open for another hour.”

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Marcel smile grew more fond as he watch the stars dace across his half elves face, it never fail to enrapture him, watching little constellations form and disperse when Theren became flustered. His own rosy blush becoming darker as the rough fingers of a musician stroked threw his silky slivery sheets, his head tilted slightly tilting to the side as his hair parted around those talented fingers.

His soft pink tongue darting out for a second over his pale lips, as Theren's question left him thinking for a moment. At the mention of a performance a colt shiver when down Marcel's spine. When he had first come to plane wide city that was Ravnica he had been entreated to see one of the performances put on by the cult of Rakdos. Only to end up as a captive audience to a rather grizzly display. Theren had been rather instrumental in showing Marcel that Ravnica had a number of guideless thespians putting on less distressing performances.

"Oh my handsome summer star you know I am always happy to cook something for you, all you need do is ask" he chucked softly as he brushed his lace cover fingers gently over the bards jaw. Marcel had quickly found the room Theren lived out of at a nearby inn to be rather cozy, was it the merit of the room itself or the company he shared within he could not say. Though the apartment he keep behind the small flower shop on the border of the market district had far better facilities to make something worth serving to his beloved.

"Though, if I may be a bit vain, I recently picked something up on one of my trips and I would love a excuse to wear it for you." No longer able to look at the bard as his blush when from it's rosy pink to a deep wine color, spreading all the way down his neck. The healer feeling a bit selfish putting Theren on the spot like that, as he only wish to spin the rest of this lovely evening with the object of his affecting.

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Artist Credit to @secretsivekept

A Sunny Afternoon

Theren found himself under the shade of the counterculture of the urban spires of the city, the foliage of one of the groves of the Precinct Three. He and Marcel were relaxing in its embrace, Theren mindlessly strumming his lute while. He rested his head in Marcel’s lap. Ever since their jaunt to Kaladesh they’d been dating, for a few months now. Really, since Theren first met Marcel, when Marcel saved him from being drugged at a Simic bar, that he had been pining for the healer. Marcel was so kind and sweet to Theren and he was happy that they were together.

Laying with his head on Marcel, he began to reminisce over the past few months with Marcel. He thought about how they both didn’t realize how close they lived to one another until Marcel visited the farmer’s market being held in the Fauna Square. Marcel was there to find the ingredients for a recipe called “ratatouille” that Theren had heard of before. Theren was just playing outside of the Oak Street Inn. From there, the two often would have dates in Precincts Two and Three. Hearing the joyous bellow of a brushstrider shook Theren out of his reminiscing.

He looked up at the eyes of his boyfriend and smiled saying, “This has been a wonderful day, hasn’t it?” @reds-ocs-rps

[reds-ocs-rps]

Marcel could not help the light shade of pink from spreading across his cheeks when Theren smiled so softly at him, unaccustomed as he was to such gentle intimacy with another. “I got to spend it with you Starlight, how could it not be?” returning the smile with his own crooked one, his lace covered fingers gently bushing threw the bards tussled locks. Watching the nightscape play across his hand.

Fate was such a fickle thing to find him stealing a moment with the demigod in the shade of this hidden grotto. After treating Theren’s run in with the misplayed anger of a Ravnican citizen, Marcel had thought to never see him again. The multiverse was infinite and even this plane was a winding maze of streets and crowds, and yet they keep finding one another.

This first time had been at a event at a local orphanage, Marcel had come by to check on the children's health and had stayed to twist flower crowns for the younglings. Only to revive a pleasant surplice when the bard currently resting his head on his lap came upon the stage to put on a consort.

It had somehow ended with them on a “not date” on the plane of Kaladesh. He still had such fond memories of Ghirapur, the view from the Freejam had been every bit as breathtaking as Theren had said it would be, and their stroll along the Eleven Bridges had been quite pleasant. Though he had made a bit of a fool of himself trying to power threw a Rogan Josh, as they had called it, he had warned his elven companion he was not good with spice.

Marcel expected that to be then end of it, a wonderful time spent and memories made, only for him to bump into the half elf once more on a rather frustrating day at the market. Marcel had invited Theren back to him abode to try his attempt at recreating a dish from his home plane, with Ravnicas megger offerings, only to be presently shocked to learn they lived so close.

Things had progress along such lines after that to find them sharing the shade of well manicured trees, the handsome musician resting against him in the lazy warmth of the afternoon.

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Swan Song, Continued

Marcel entire form gave a jump when the bard offered him his hand, he could have sworn there was steam billowing out from under his hat. Unable to look at his half elven walking companion as he slid a delicate silk covered hand into Theren’s much larger one. The soft lilac glove with it intricate butterfly wing patter contrasting starkly with dark olive skin.

Giving a soft gulp he still could not look at Theren now feeling self conscious that he was far to overdressed compared to his companion, much more breezy attire. “Than…. Thank you for the kind offer monsour Underwood, I would hate to get for us to get separated… ” Giving a little squeak at how that sounded “E~ Especially on a plane I have never visited before!” Put his face in his free hand, could could feel the embarrassed blush burning his finger tips.

Theren's hand embraced the lilac glove, noticing the softness and moving his hand to feel it's smoothness. He noticed Marcel's blush and said, "Now why are you blushing, I'm not that much of a thing am I?"

@reds-ocs-rps

[reds-ocs-rps]

Marcel could feel his heart jump into his throat as he felt Theren's thumb move over the back of his hand. Gulping it back down so he could take a much need breath of air to try and cool his overly warmed cheeks. Only to give a little jump, as the bards inquiry only made his blush all the darker.

"You need not tease me so monsieur, it is quite obvious the effect you have on me" The poor overwhelmed healer's mouth getting away from his sensibilities. "After all it is not every day a handsome bard with a masculine chest and sun kiss skin strokes my hand so and I..... and I.... and I'm going to stop chewing on my foot now....."

Marcel squeaked out sounding sounding quite mortified with himself for babbling out such things. Pulling his dark brimmed hat down in front of his face. Trying to his his now burning face from the half elf who was still holding his hand.

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Theren stopped for a moment, his own face blushing. He hadn’t actually realized the spell he had put on Marcel (not literally though, that would be wrong). He had been holding back his emotions from sharing via touch but realizing that Marcel was attracted to him put him out of sorts. The feeling of butterflies and joy rushed over his body and washed over Marcel. He responded, while still holding the healer’s hand, “I didn’t think someone with as such elegance would find a bard that handsome.” His blush contrasted the Nyxian star scape that began to invade past the shadows of his form, making him look like a starry mess.

[reds-ocs-rps]

The sudden flutter of butterflies Marcel felt settle into his belly had the poor man's entire face going up like a burning rose. The blush spreading across his pale neck and up to the tips of his ears, almost reflecting in his silvery blond hair. Never good at dealing with this kinds of emotions Marcel quickly looked away from the starry night playing out across Theren's face to look upon the ground, trying to hide as much of his blush as he could under the brim of his hat.

"I find that very hard to believe" He said under his breath tucking a loose strand behind his warmed ear, as he shifting his weight nervously. Digging his heals into the soil of Keldadesh as he felt so terribly awkward now having blathered out about his crush on the half-elf physicals features. "umm.... you said you knew this city of Ghirapur well monsieur.... is there anywhere in particular you wanted to... take me?" Marcel quietly kicking himself for both how awkward and suggestive that sounded. He was just trying to change the subject because he honestly had no idea what to do with himself in this situation.

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Theren wrestled with his own butterflies to stop his emotions from washing over Marcel. Taking advantage of the subject changing for both of their sakes, he started thinking of locales he could take Marcel.

"Well, there are a few places that we could go. The first is Freejam, it's a place where the skyships of Kaladesh can lift off and land. The platforms are high up and you can see alot of the city of Ghirapur! And the food is hot there! One time, I almost had smoke coming out of my mouth! But there is also the Eleven Bridges, a wonderful market district with a large variety of shops and boutiques that goes over the Dukhara canal. What would you like to do?," he inquired to Marcel.

[reds-ocs-rps]

Marcel put a delicately laced hand over his pale thin lips to muffle a small good natured chuckle . Theren's excitement for this city was quite infectious, a slender finger curling around his lip as he pondered the options. "Well I supposes the Freejam sounds like a wonderful first stop, after all you did bring me to see the city, no?" A slight more nervous chuckle bubbling up from his chest. "Though please don't be too disappointed when you find out how poorly I handle spice."

"After a walk along this Eleven Bridges sounds like a wonderful way to work off a meal, and pick up a forget me not." he smiled that crooked smile. "dose that sound good to you, monsieur?"

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Theren nodded, “It sounds like it will be a fun time!” He continued to walk hand in hand with Marcel as they reached the edge of the city of filigree and invention.

“We can either walk to Freejam or take the Aradara Express, what would you like to do?,” Theren enquired.

[reds-ocs-rps]

As the budding couple walked into the city of Ghirapur the healers emerald green eyes opened wide in wonder. Marcel was fairly need to the multiverse, and so far Ravnica had been the most technologically advanced plane he had visited. But this, this was beyond anything the Floramoren could dream off.

As the two walked threw the city of metallic life, they passed by one of the many glass pipes funneling aether to various parts of the city. Marcel was oddly drawn to then, he could almost feel the warmth of a pluses running threw them. Like the veins that ran under the skin.

Placing a delicacy gloved hand on the pipe he dragged his fingers along the glass as they walked. Wisps of aether being drawn from the surface swirling around his fingers. The healer was surprised how similar it all was to the life force of living creature, as he shaped it into fluttering butterflies.

Marcel seemed to snap out of what ever little trance he had been it, shaking his hand to scatter the newly formed butterflies “oh, pardon me but what is an Aradara Express?”

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Theren chuckled and grasped his head, forgetting that Marcel hadn't been out that much. "Here on Kaladesh, their public transport system is on ground level, a bit different from Ravnica's underground transit systems. Their 'trains' run throughout the city and the surrounding countryside. There even is a train that runs from here at the edge of the city known as the 'Summer Line' or the 'Quicksmith Express' to others that runs to the station in the center of the city, known as the Aradara Station. From there we could easily get a connection over Freejam."

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Marcel just blinked at Theren with his sharp green eyes, like a deer staring down a slathering wolf. It was times like this Marcel realized just how, rural his home plane was. Shifting back and forth on his heeled a slight pinkness coming to his cheeks as he as he quietly hoped his bardic companion did not think of him as some backwater bumkin. After all before coming here Ravnica had been the most advanced plane Marcel had ever seen, and now.

The healer gave a little jump from his thoughts as a thopter buzzed over their head. He never care much for the constructs, so empty of the warmth of life.

"Well.... I supposes if it is the best way to see the city while reaching the Freejam...."

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Swan Song, Continued

Marcel entire form gave a jump when the bard offered him his hand, he could have sworn there was steam billowing out from under his hat. Unable to look at his half elven walking companion as he slid a delicate silk covered hand into Theren’s much larger one. The soft lilac glove with it intricate butterfly wing patter contrasting starkly with dark olive skin.

Giving a soft gulp he still could not look at Theren now feeling self conscious that he was far to overdressed compared to his companion, much more breezy attire. “Than…. Thank you for the kind offer monsour Underwood, I would hate to get for us to get separated… ” Giving a little squeak at how that sounded “E~ Especially on a plane I have never visited before!” Put his face in his free hand, could could feel the embarrassed blush burning his finger tips.

Theren's hand embraced the lilac glove, noticing the softness and moving his hand to feel it's smoothness. He noticed Marcel's blush and said, "Now why are you blushing, I'm not that much of a thing am I?"

@reds-ocs-rps

[reds-ocs-rps]

Marcel could feel his heart jump into his throat as he felt Theren's thumb move over the back of his hand. Gulping it back down so he could take a much need breath of air to try and cool his overly warmed cheeks. Only to give a little jump, as the bards inquiry only made his blush all the darker.

"You need not tease me so monsieur, it is quite obvious the effect you have on me" The poor overwhelmed healer's mouth getting away from his sensibilities. "After all it is not every day a handsome bard with a masculine chest and sun kiss skin strokes my hand so and I..... and I.... and I'm going to stop chewing on my foot now....."

Marcel squeaked out sounding sounding quite mortified with himself for babbling out such things. Pulling his dark brimmed hat down in front of his face. Trying to his his now burning face from the half elf who was still holding his hand.

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Theren stopped for a moment, his own face blushing. He hadn’t actually realized the spell he had put on Marcel (not literally though, that would be wrong). He had been holding back his emotions from sharing via touch but realizing that Marcel was attracted to him put him out of sorts. The feeling of butterflies and joy rushed over his body and washed over Marcel. He responded, while still holding the healer’s hand, “I didn’t think someone with as such elegance would find a bard that handsome.” His blush contrasted the Nyxian star scape that began to invade past the shadows of his form, making him look like a starry mess.

[reds-ocs-rps]

The sudden flutter of butterflies Marcel felt settle into his belly had the poor man's entire face going up like a burning rose. The blush spreading across his pale neck and up to the tips of his ears, almost reflecting in his silvery blond hair. Never good at dealing with this kinds of emotions Marcel quickly looked away from the starry night playing out across Theren's face to look upon the ground, trying to hide as much of his blush as he could under the brim of his hat.

"I find that very hard to believe" He said under his breath tucking a loose strand behind his warmed ear, as he shifting his weight nervously. Digging his heals into the soil of Keldadesh as he felt so terribly awkward now having blathered out about his crush on the half-elf physicals features. "umm.... you said you knew this city of Ghirapur well monsieur.... is there anywhere in particular you wanted to... take me?" Marcel quietly kicking himself for both how awkward and suggestive that sounded. He was just trying to change the subject because he honestly had no idea what to do with himself in this situation.

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Theren wrestled with his own butterflies to stop his emotions from washing over Marcel. Taking advantage of the subject changing for both of their sakes, he started thinking of locales he could take Marcel.

"Well, there are a few places that we could go. The first is Freejam, it's a place where the skyships of Kaladesh can lift off and land. The platforms are high up and you can see alot of the city of Ghirapur! And the food is hot there! One time, I almost had smoke coming out of my mouth! But there is also the Eleven Bridges, a wonderful market district with a large variety of shops and boutiques that goes over the Dukhara canal. What would you like to do?," he inquired to Marcel.

[reds-ocs-rps]

Marcel put a delicately laced hand over his pale thin lips to muffle a small good natured chuckle . Theren's excitement for this city was quite infectious, a slender finger curling around his lip as he pondered the options. "Well I supposes the Freejam sounds like a wonderful first stop, after all you did bring me to see the city, no?" A slight more nervous chuckle bubbling up from his chest. "Though please don't be too disappointed when you find out how poorly I handle spice."

"After a walk along this Eleven Bridges sounds like a wonderful way to work off a meal, and pick up a forget me not." he smiled that crooked smile. "dose that sound good to you, monsieur?"

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Theren nodded, “It sounds like it will be a fun time!” He continued to walk hand in hand with Marcel as they reached the edge of the city of filigree and invention.

“We can either walk to Freejam or take the Aradara Express, what would you like to do?,” Theren enquired.

[reds-ocs-rps]

As the budding couple walked into the city of Ghirapur the healers emerald green eyes opened wide in wonder. Marcel was fairly need to the multiverse, and so far Ravnica had been the most technologically advanced plane he had visited. But this, this was beyond anything the Floramoren could dream off.

As the two walked threw the city of metallic life, they passed by one of the many glass pipes funneling aether to various parts of the city. Marcel was oddly drawn to then, he could almost feel the warmth of a pluses running threw them. Like the veins that ran under the skin.

Placing a delicacy gloved hand on the pipe he dragged his fingers along the glass as they walked. Wisps of aether being drawn from the surface swirling around his fingers. The healer was surprised how similar it all was to the life force of living creature, as he shaped it into fluttering butterflies.

Marcel seemed to snap out of what ever little trance he had been it, shaking his hand to scatter the newly formed butterflies “oh, pardon me but what is an Aradara Express?”

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Swan Song, Continued

Marcel entire form gave a jump when the bard offered him his hand, he could have sworn there was steam billowing out from under his hat. Unable to look at his half elven walking companion as he slid a delicate silk covered hand into Theren’s much larger one. The soft lilac glove with it intricate butterfly wing patter contrasting starkly with dark olive skin.

Giving a soft gulp he still could not look at Theren now feeling self conscious that he was far to overdressed compared to his companion, much more breezy attire. “Than…. Thank you for the kind offer monsour Underwood, I would hate to get for us to get separated… ” Giving a little squeak at how that sounded “E~ Especially on a plane I have never visited before!” Put his face in his free hand, could could feel the embarrassed blush burning his finger tips.

Theren's hand embraced the lilac glove, noticing the softness and moving his hand to feel it's smoothness. He noticed Marcel's blush and said, "Now why are you blushing, I'm not that much of a thing am I?"

@reds-ocs-rps

[reds-ocs-rps]

Marcel could feel his heart jump into his throat as he felt Theren's thumb move over the back of his hand. Gulping it back down so he could take a much need breath of air to try and cool his overly warmed cheeks. Only to give a little jump, as the bards inquiry only made his blush all the darker.

"You need not tease me so monsieur, it is quite obvious the effect you have on me" The poor overwhelmed healer's mouth getting away from his sensibilities. "After all it is not every day a handsome bard with a masculine chest and sun kiss skin strokes my hand so and I..... and I.... and I'm going to stop chewing on my foot now....."

Marcel squeaked out sounding sounding quite mortified with himself for babbling out such things. Pulling his dark brimmed hat down in front of his face. Trying to his his now burning face from the half elf who was still holding his hand.

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Theren stopped for a moment, his own face blushing. He hadn’t actually realized the spell he had put on Marcel (not literally though, that would be wrong). He had been holding back his emotions from sharing via touch but realizing that Marcel was attracted to him put him out of sorts. The feeling of butterflies and joy rushed over his body and washed over Marcel. He responded, while still holding the healer’s hand, “I didn’t think someone with as such elegance would find a bard that handsome.” His blush contrasted the Nyxian star scape that began to invade past the shadows of his form, making him look like a starry mess.

[reds-ocs-rps]

The sudden flutter of butterflies Marcel felt settle into his belly had the poor man's entire face going up like a burning rose. The blush spreading across his pale neck and up to the tips of his ears, almost reflecting in his silvery blond hair. Never good at dealing with this kinds of emotions Marcel quickly looked away from the starry night playing out across Theren's face to look upon the ground, trying to hide as much of his blush as he could under the brim of his hat.

"I find that very hard to believe" He said under his breath tucking a loose strand behind his warmed ear, as he shifting his weight nervously. Digging his heals into the soil of Keldadesh as he felt so terribly awkward now having blathered out about his crush on the half-elf physicals features. "umm.... you said you knew this city of Ghirapur well monsieur.... is there anywhere in particular you wanted to... take me?" Marcel quietly kicking himself for both how awkward and suggestive that sounded. He was just trying to change the subject because he honestly had no idea what to do with himself in this situation.

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Theren wrestled with his own butterflies to stop his emotions from washing over Marcel. Taking advantage of the subject changing for both of their sakes, he started thinking of locales he could take Marcel.

"Well, there are a few places that we could go. The first is Freejam, it's a place where the skyships of Kaladesh can lift off and land. The platforms are high up and you can see alot of the city of Ghirapur! And the food is hot there! One time, I almost had smoke coming out of my mouth! But there is also the Eleven Bridges, a wonderful market district with a large variety of shops and boutiques that goes over the Dukhara canal. What would you like to do?," he inquired to Marcel.

[reds-ocs-rps]

Marcel put a delicately laced hand over his pale thin lips to muffle a small good natured chuckle . Theren's excitement for this city was quite infectious, a slender finger curling around his lip as he pondered the options. "Well I supposes the Freejam sounds like a wonderful first stop, after all you did bring me to see the city, no?" A slight more nervous chuckle bubbling up from his chest. "Though please don't be too disappointed when you find out how poorly I handle spice."

"After a walk along this Eleven Bridges sounds like a wonderful way to work off a meal, and pick up a forget me not." he smiled that crooked smile. "dose that sound good to you, monsieur?"

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Swan Song, Continued

Marcel entire form gave a jump when the bard offered him his hand, he could have sworn there was steam billowing out from under his hat. Unable to look at his half elven walking companion as he slid a delicate silk covered hand into Theren’s much larger one. The soft lilac glove with it intricate butterfly wing patter contrasting starkly with dark olive skin.

Giving a soft gulp he still could not look at Theren now feeling self conscious that he was far to overdressed compared to his companion, much more breezy attire. “Than…. Thank you for the kind offer monsour Underwood, I would hate to get for us to get separated… ” Giving a little squeak at how that sounded “E~ Especially on a plane I have never visited before!” Put his face in his free hand, could could feel the embarrassed blush burning his finger tips.

Theren's hand embraced the lilac glove, noticing the softness and moving his hand to feel it's smoothness. He noticed Marcel's blush and said, "Now why are you blushing, I'm not that much of a thing am I?"

@reds-ocs-rps

[reds-ocs-rps]

Marcel could feel his heart jump into his throat as he felt Theren's thumb move over the back of his hand. Gulping it back down so he could take a much need breath of air to try and cool his overly warmed cheeks. Only to give a little jump, as the bards inquiry only made his blush all the darker.

"You need not tease me so monsieur, it is quite obvious the effect you have on me" The poor overwhelmed healer's mouth getting away from his sensibilities. "After all it is not every day a handsome bard with a masculine chest and sun kiss skin strokes my hand so and I..... and I.... and I'm going to stop chewing on my foot now....."

Marcel squeaked out sounding sounding quite mortified with himself for babbling out such things. Pulling his dark brimmed hat down in front of his face. Trying to his his now burning face from the half elf who was still holding his hand.

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Theren stopped for a moment, his own face blushing. He hadn’t actually realized the spell he had put on Marcel (not literally though, that would be wrong). He had been holding back his emotions from sharing via touch but realizing that Marcel was attracted to him put him out of sorts. The feeling of butterflies and joy rushed over his body and washed over Marcel. He responded, while still holding the healer’s hand, “I didn’t think someone with as such elegance would find a bard that handsome.” His blush contrasted the Nyxian star scape that began to invade past the shadows of his form, making him look like a starry mess.

[reds-ocs-rps]

The sudden flutter of butterflies Marcel felt settle into his belly had the poor man's entire face going up like a burning rose. The blush spreading across his pale neck and up to the tips of his ears, almost reflecting in his silvery blond hair. Never good at dealing with this kinds of emotions Marcel quickly looked away from the starry night playing out across Theren's face to look upon the ground, trying to hide as much of his blush as he could under the brim of his hat.

"I find that very hard to believe" He said under his breath tucking a loose strand behind his warmed ear, as he shifting his weight nervously. Digging his heals into the soil of Keldadesh as he felt so terribly awkward now having blathered out about his crush on the half-elf physicals features. "umm.... you said you knew this city of Ghirapur well monsieur.... is there anywhere in particular you wanted to... take me?" Marcel quietly kicking himself for both how awkward and suggestive that sounded. He was just trying to change the subject because he honestly had no idea what to do with himself in this situation.

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Swan Song, Continued

Marcel entire form gave a jump when the bard offered him his hand, he could have sworn there was steam billowing out from under his hat. Unable to look at his half elven walking companion as he slid a delicate silk covered hand into Theren’s much larger one. The soft lilac glove with it intricate butterfly wing patter contrasting starkly with dark olive skin.

Giving a soft gulp he still could not look at Theren now feeling self conscious that he was far to overdressed compared to his companion, much more breezy attire. “Than…. Thank you for the kind offer monsour Underwood, I would hate to get for us to get separated… ” Giving a little squeak at how that sounded “E~ Especially on a plane I have never visited before!” Put his face in his free hand, could could feel the embarrassed blush burning his finger tips.

Theren's hand embraced the lilac glove, noticing the softness and moving his hand to feel it's smoothness. He noticed Marcel's blush and said, "Now why are you blushing, I'm not that much of a thing am I?"

@reds-ocs-rps

[reds-ocs-rps]

Marcel could feel his heart jump into his throat as he felt Theren's thumb move over the back of his hand. Gulping it back down so he could take a much need breath of air to try and cool his overly warmed cheeks. Only to give a little jump, as the bards inquiry only made his blush all the darker.

"You need not tease me so monsieur, it is quite obvious the effect you have on me" The poor overwhelmed healer's mouth getting away from his sensibilities. "After all it is not every day a handsome bard with a masculine chest and sun kiss skin strokes my hand so and I..... and I.... and I'm going to stop chewing on my foot now....."

Marcel squeaked out sounding sounding quite mortified with himself for babbling out such things. Pulling his dark brimmed hat down in front of his face. Trying to his his now burning face from the half elf who was still holding his hand.

[reds-ocs-rps]

Swan Songs

Marcel would have to admit that today was turning out to be such a lovely day. The sun was so pleasantly warm after the long Ravnica winter, that seems to linger on, finally relented. The air fragrant with the perfume of flowers that bloomed in celebration. So here Marcel found himself resting in the shade of a young cherry tree, a few faeries resting upon the wide brim of his hat, as all around him the joyful cacophony of a fair played out in park around him. Lines of venders dotted about, selling homemade trinkets and wafting with the delectable smell treats one could only find upon the city that never ended. People milled about making merry upon this fine day. Even Marcel had been roped into the festivities, his lap filled with a assortment of flowers that his nibbled fingers effortlessly braided into long chains. Looping one of daisies and dandelions around and placed upon the fuzzy locks of a young minotaur who has been waiting with restless energy for him to finish. The joyful smile of the child could not help but warm the healer heart as he watch them run off with their, all of them with their own hand made crowns. It all tugged at some nostalgic part of his heart, reminding him far to much of the fey queens fest, and warmer brighter days. He supposed he had but one man to thank for this, dark green eyes turning to a near by stage from whence such lonely music came. To a bard who was just as pleasing upon the eyes as his songs where to the ear. With a bit of a Marcel pealing his gaze away at such thoughts, his cheeks turning a dark red as he quickly distracted himself. This was far from the first time the healer had such thoughts, ever since their rather unusual meeting, Marcel had been drawn to this half elf like a moth to the flame. It worried him some how easily Theren music tugged upon some homesick part of his soul, dragging him of the street to wherever the music had drifted from. Leaving him daydreaming about far away courts and far away times. @thetalesofthereneverwood

[thetalesofthereneverwood]

Theren was not too far away, standing on the stage where he was performing. The song he had chosen to perform today was one that he had learned from the plane of Kaladesh, the percussive beats of the song he intertwined to his lute playing. It was a festival song from the annual inventor’s fair and it reminded him of the newness of spring. He changed the words up a bit, singing about filigree and welding sparks didn’t seem to suit the occasion, so he sang instead about the blossoming of flowers on a distant field of the chaparral.

Theren was requested to perform for this festival, celebrating a late Orzhov cleric. Usually Theren wouldn’t make many deals with the Orzhov, but the family of the cleric who was hosting the celebration was donating a large amount of zinos to the orphanage located in the Concordance. He found himself donating music lessons there and was hoping that the donations would help with renovations around the worn down orphanage.

As he continued to perform on the stage, he looked out and saw Marcel sitting under a tree listening. Theren remembered the healer from when he had performed at a Simic bar and he got poisoned. Marcel got him to safety and nursed him back to health. As he finished his set, he walked over to the healer who was relaxing in the sun’s rays. “Did you enjoy the set? I used some Kaladeshi festival music in the last one!,” Theren elated.

[reds-ocs-rps]

At the sound of the bards voice Marcel gave a startled jump, snapping the flower crown he had been working on and scattering the fairies resting upon his hat. Turning to look up at Theren with a rather embarrassed shade of pink coloring his pale cheeks. He had honestly not expected the half elf to even bother coming over to him, to used to being beneath the notice of the handsome minstrels that flittered from court to noble court. “Oh, why yes, it was most lovely” his enthusiasm over his own performance brining a lopsided smile to the healers thin lips. “It reminded me so much of the music one would hear at the Fey Queen’s Fest, most appropriate for s calibration of the seasons” he mused standing to his full height brushing a bit of grass and the back of his coat, as cherry blossoms rolled from his hat and down his long platinum locks. Marcel stood before Theren fighting slightly with the broken chain of yellow primroses he had been working on, slightly unsure of what to do with himself. Before his green eyes light up and he laid the chair around Theren’s ears letting it dangle from them slightly. “I believe you have something similar on your home plane called a laurel, a simple to represent a victory, yes? ”his lopsided smile grew as he asked. “Well I think you more then earned one for improving such a lovely day” looking away shyly to the group of children who had been enjoying the bards performances.

[thetalesofthereneverwood]

Theren willingly took the flower chain and wore it proudly. “Why thank you! It’s so pretty! I don’t think I’ve never been to a fest for a Fey Queen.” He didn’t tell Marcel that he saw the blush in his cheeks. He found the healer attractive, but didn’t want to rush anything.

“So what are you doing after this?” The Bard Mused.

[reds-ocs-rps]

“Oh I think you would like the fest, it is a wonderful celebration, on my home plane, of throwing off the yoke of winter and embracing the loving warmth of spring.” Marcel’s tone becoming more poetic and flowery as he reminisced. “Villages will pick a maiden to be the fey queen to bless the village with love and fortune, there will be dancing and feasting with the first sweet wines of the year.”  Tapping on his chin lightly as he fell deep into thought of his home, that lopsided smile growing less shy and more mirthful. “I heard some of the better off part of the land will even build effigies of local fey out of flowers, of course flowers play a big part of the festival, young lovers will give each other crowns of flowers with hidden messages……” He stopped suddenly looking at the flower chain he had placed around Theren’s pointed ear. His face almost turning completely red as he looked away, trying to hid his embarrassment under the wide brim of his hat. “O~Oh, please forgive me for rambling on like that is was very rude of me” tugging shyly on his gloved fingers. “But to answer your question, no plans for this day.”

[thetalesofthereneverwood]

Theren pleasantly listened to Marcel tell the story of his home plane until the moment when Marcel began talking about the flower crown. When he heard what was said about the crown’s hidden messages, he felt something he hadn’t in a while. His heart skipped a beat. His Nyxian shadows began to agitate as that feeling of a likening towards someone came on quickly.

If fact he didn’t hear the healer’s apology to him and only caught the last part where he said he has no plans. Calm down Theren, don’t make a fool of yourself, he thought. “Perhaps you’d like to go to a place where I like to go for the springtime? It’s only a planeswalk away,” he enquired.

[reds-ocs-rps]

Marcel attention was quickly drawn to the starlight flicking across Theren’s face, the healer quite enamored with how the bards nyx bless shadow brought to mind warm summer nights under the stars. Sun kissed skin and soulful brown eyes framed by the glitter of a thousand stars, Marcel need to give a gloved finger a sharp tugged to draw him away from such thoughts. Less his face burst into flames from the heat gathering there. So lost in his own thoughts he almost missed the half elf’s request, Marcel giving a little nervous gulp. “I um I would love to spend more time with you, monsieur.” perking up a little bit.

[thetalesofthereneverwood]

Theren winked and walked to an alley near where he performed encouraging Marcel by saying, “Well let’s get going then!”

As he walked into the alley, Theren began to planeswalk to Kaladesh. His experience through the Blind Eternities was a bit different from other planeswalkers. When he would walk through the aetherscape, he found himself in a place filled with music. Each plane to him sounded like a different symphony and their music melded in the Blind Eternities, creating harmonies unheard of anywhere else. Sometimes he could even hear specific melodies, of heroes and legends of bygone eras. He felt at peace walking through the Blind Eternities, the psychedelic colors and music allowing him to hum as he whizzed through the Aether.

He listened for the percussive beats and winding melodies of Kaladesh and followed the Aether trail until he found himself crossing through the veil and stepping on the plains of Kaladesh, just a couple of miles outside of Ghirapur.

[reds-ocs-rps]

Marcel’s entire being gave a little jump from the wink the half-elf had given him, only for his face to once more resembled a rose as the bard seemed to be leading him into a most unsavory place. Yet as he vanished into the private nook behind the stage, Marcel trotted along behind him like a lost puppy. Oh to stop and watch what he could only describe as Theren becoming one with the night itself. The ringing of a harmony left in his ears as the healer closing his eyes and made to follow. His body disintegrating into thousands of petals and where gathered upon the aether winds, fluttering out of this existence to places unknown. If Marcel had to describe traversing the Blind Eternites, it was like trying to find your way through a forests canopy in the midst of an autumn storm. He could already feel the stunted life force of Ravnica fading quickly behind him as he followed the amber wisps Theren has left though the aether. Leading him to a part of the eternities he had never been, the warmth of his amber vanishing into the verdant swirls of a plane that seemed to bleed into the aether itself. And as Marcel pushed through the boundary of this world, a swirl of black and white petals flutter in on an unseen wind. Gathering in a field not to far outside of Ghirapur in a swirling mass that the walker of planes stepped from.

[thetalesofthereneverwood]

Theren looked over the plains and towards the beautiful aetherscape. Aether whales were flying through the clouds of aether and airships whizzed to and fro from the filigreed city of aether. “Isn’t just beautiful here?,” Theren asked Marcel.

[reds-ocs-rps]

Marcel attention was more drawn to the joyous look crossing Theren’s face, then the majestic of Kaladesh. It was like the bard was seeing an old friend after a long absence. “Yes…. beautiful.” He replied turning his gave out onto the planes of Ghirapur. His cheeks a little rosy. “Oh my” Marcel whispered under his breath as he looked upon the great blue sky that almost seemed to swirl upwards forever. Up into the blind eternities themselves. “Is this Kaladesh?” the healer asked as he had never been to the plane of innovation before. his little crooked smile returning as he watched the whales pass threw the swirling clouds of Aether. They where actually quite adorable away from the from the sea.

[thetalesofthereneverwood]

Theren nodded. “Yes, and that bustling city that way,” he said as he pointed, “is Ghirapur, a city of innovation and wonder!”

Theren began to walk towards the road that led to the city and beckoned Marcel to follow saying, “Now why don’t we head there, there are a few things I’d like to show you!”

[reds-ocs-rps]

That soft lopsided smile once more spread across Marcel thin pale lips, the half elf enthusiasm was quite infectious. So the healer crossed his gloves pattered with butterfly wings in front of his lap and fell in a few steps behind Theren, still quietly enjoying the fresh air of Kaladesh. It was so refreshing compared to claustrophobic Ravnica.

If fact everything about this was so refreshing. It had been far to long since Marcel had just taken a moment for himself to enjoy a new plane. Let along one with such charming company.

[thetalesofthereneverwood]

Theren’s pulse had been a bit quicker since beginning to talk with Marcel on Ravnica. Theren couldn’t agree more that Marcel was endearing and cute. The healer seemed to have a charm that was different from other planeswalkers he had met.

He offered his hand to Marcel and said, “why don’t you walk next to me, it’ll make it easier for us to stick together once we get to the city.”

[reds-ocs-rps]

Marcel entire form gave a jump when the bard offered him his hand, he could have sworn there was steam billowing out from under his hat. Unable to look at his half elven walking companion as he slid a delicate silk covered hand into Theren's much larger one. The soft lilac glove with it intricate butterfly wing patter contrasting starkly with dark olive skin.

Giving a soft gulp he still could not look at Theren now feeling self conscious that he was far to overdressed compared to his companion, much more breezy attire. "Than.... Thank you for the kind offer monsour Underwood, I would hate to get for us to get separated... " Giving a little squeak at how that sounded "E~ Especially on a plane I have never visited before!" Put his face in his free hand, could could feel the embarrassed blush burning his finger tips.

[reds-ocs-rps]

Swan Songs

Marcel would have to admit that today was turning out to be such a lovely day. The sun was so pleasantly warm after the long Ravnica winter, that seems to linger on, finally relented. The air fragrant with the perfume of flowers that bloomed in celebration. So here Marcel found himself resting in the shade of a young cherry tree, a few faeries resting upon the wide brim of his hat, as all around him the joyful cacophony of a fair played out in park around him. Lines of venders dotted about, selling homemade trinkets and wafting with the delectable smell treats one could only find upon the city that never ended. People milled about making merry upon this fine day. Even Marcel had been roped into the festivities, his lap filled with a assortment of flowers that his nibbled fingers effortlessly braided into long chains. Looping one of daisies and dandelions around and placed upon the fuzzy locks of a young minotaur who has been waiting with restless energy for him to finish. The joyful smile of the child could not help but warm the healer heart as he watch them run off with their, all of them with their own hand made crowns. It all tugged at some nostalgic part of his heart, reminding him far to much of the fey queens fest, and warmer brighter days. He supposed he had but one man to thank for this, dark green eyes turning to a near by stage from whence such lonely music came. To a bard who was just as pleasing upon the eyes as his songs where to the ear. With a bit of a Marcel pealing his gaze away at such thoughts, his cheeks turning a dark red as he quickly distracted himself. This was far from the first time the healer had such thoughts, ever since their rather unusual meeting, Marcel had been drawn to this half elf like a moth to the flame. It worried him some how easily Theren music tugged upon some homesick part of his soul, dragging him of the street to wherever the music had drifted from. Leaving him daydreaming about far away courts and far away times. @thetalesofthereneverwood

[thetalesofthereneverwood]

Theren was not too far away, standing on the stage where he was performing. The song he had chosen to perform today was one that he had learned from the plane of Kaladesh, the percussive beats of the song he intertwined to his lute playing. It was a festival song from the annual inventor’s fair and it reminded him of the newness of spring. He changed the words up a bit, singing about filigree and welding sparks didn’t seem to suit the occasion, so he sang instead about the blossoming of flowers on a distant field of the chaparral.

Theren was requested to perform for this festival, celebrating a late Orzhov cleric. Usually Theren wouldn’t make many deals with the Orzhov, but the family of the cleric who was hosting the celebration was donating a large amount of zinos to the orphanage located in the Concordance. He found himself donating music lessons there and was hoping that the donations would help with renovations around the worn down orphanage.

As he continued to perform on the stage, he looked out and saw Marcel sitting under a tree listening. Theren remembered the healer from when he had performed at a Simic bar and he got poisoned. Marcel got him to safety and nursed him back to health. As he finished his set, he walked over to the healer who was relaxing in the sun’s rays. “Did you enjoy the set? I used some Kaladeshi festival music in the last one!,” Theren elated.

[reds-ocs-rps]

At the sound of the bards voice Marcel gave a startled jump, snapping the flower crown he had been working on and scattering the fairies resting upon his hat. Turning to look up at Theren with a rather embarrassed shade of pink coloring his pale cheeks. He had honestly not expected the half elf to even bother coming over to him, to used to being beneath the notice of the handsome minstrels that flittered from court to noble court. “Oh, why yes, it was most lovely” his enthusiasm over his own performance brining a lopsided smile to the healers thin lips. “It reminded me so much of the music one would hear at the Fey Queen’s Fest, most appropriate for s calibration of the seasons” he mused standing to his full height brushing a bit of grass and the back of his coat, as cherry blossoms rolled from his hat and down his long platinum locks. Marcel stood before Theren fighting slightly with the broken chain of yellow primroses he had been working on, slightly unsure of what to do with himself. Before his green eyes light up and he laid the chair around Theren’s ears letting it dangle from them slightly. “I believe you have something similar on your home plane called a laurel, a simple to represent a victory, yes? ”his lopsided smile grew as he asked. “Well I think you more then earned one for improving such a lovely day” looking away shyly to the group of children who had been enjoying the bards performances.

[thetalesofthereneverwood]

Theren willingly took the flower chain and wore it proudly. “Why thank you! It’s so pretty! I don’t think I’ve never been to a fest for a Fey Queen.” He didn’t tell Marcel that he saw the blush in his cheeks. He found the healer attractive, but didn’t want to rush anything.

“So what are you doing after this?” The Bard Mused.

[reds-ocs-rps]

“Oh I think you would like the fest, it is a wonderful celebration, on my home plane, of throwing off the yoke of winter and embracing the loving warmth of spring.” Marcel’s tone becoming more poetic and flowery as he reminisced. “Villages will pick a maiden to be the fey queen to bless the village with love and fortune, there will be dancing and feasting with the first sweet wines of the year.”  Tapping on his chin lightly as he fell deep into thought of his home, that lopsided smile growing less shy and more mirthful. “I heard some of the better off part of the land will even build effigies of local fey out of flowers, of course flowers play a big part of the festival, young lovers will give each other crowns of flowers with hidden messages……” He stopped suddenly looking at the flower chain he had placed around Theren’s pointed ear. His face almost turning completely red as he looked away, trying to hid his embarrassment under the wide brim of his hat. “O~Oh, please forgive me for rambling on like that is was very rude of me” tugging shyly on his gloved fingers. “But to answer your question, no plans for this day.”

[thetalesofthereneverwood]

Theren pleasantly listened to Marcel tell the story of his home plane until the moment when Marcel began talking about the flower crown. When he heard what was said about the crown’s hidden messages, he felt something he hadn’t in a while. His heart skipped a beat. His Nyxian shadows began to agitate as that feeling of a likening towards someone came on quickly.

If fact he didn’t hear the healer’s apology to him and only caught the last part where he said he has no plans. Calm down Theren, don’t make a fool of yourself, he thought. “Perhaps you’d like to go to a place where I like to go for the springtime? It’s only a planeswalk away,” he enquired.

[reds-ocs-rps]

Marcel attention was quickly drawn to the starlight flicking across Theren’s face, the healer quite enamored with how the bards nyx bless shadow brought to mind warm summer nights under the stars. Sun kissed skin and soulful brown eyes framed by the glitter of a thousand stars, Marcel need to give a gloved finger a sharp tugged to draw him away from such thoughts. Less his face burst into flames from the heat gathering there. So lost in his own thoughts he almost missed the half elf’s request, Marcel giving a little nervous gulp. “I um I would love to spend more time with you, monsieur.” perking up a little bit.

[thetalesofthereneverwood]

Theren winked and walked to an alley near where he performed encouraging Marcel by saying, “Well let’s get going then!”

As he walked into the alley, Theren began to planeswalk to Kaladesh. His experience through the Blind Eternities was a bit different from other planeswalkers. When he would walk through the aetherscape, he found himself in a place filled with music. Each plane to him sounded like a different symphony and their music melded in the Blind Eternities, creating harmonies unheard of anywhere else. Sometimes he could even hear specific melodies, of heroes and legends of bygone eras. He felt at peace walking through the Blind Eternities, the psychedelic colors and music allowing him to hum as he whizzed through the Aether.

He listened for the percussive beats and winding melodies of Kaladesh and followed the Aether trail until he found himself crossing through the veil and stepping on the plains of Kaladesh, just a couple of miles outside of Ghirapur.

[reds-ocs-rps]

Marcel’s entire being gave a little jump from the wink the half-elf had given him, only for his face to once more resembled a rose as the bard seemed to be leading him into a most unsavory place. Yet as he vanished into the private nook behind the stage, Marcel trotted along behind him like a lost puppy. Oh to stop and watch what he could only describe as Theren becoming one with the night itself. The ringing of a harmony left in his ears as the healer closing his eyes and made to follow. His body disintegrating into thousands of petals and where gathered upon the aether winds, fluttering out of this existence to places unknown. If Marcel had to describe traversing the Blind Eternites, it was like trying to find your way through a forests canopy in the midst of an autumn storm. He could already feel the stunted life force of Ravnica fading quickly behind him as he followed the amber wisps Theren has left though the aether. Leading him to a part of the eternities he had never been, the warmth of his amber vanishing into the verdant swirls of a plane that seemed to bleed into the aether itself. And as Marcel pushed through the boundary of this world, a swirl of black and white petals flutter in on an unseen wind. Gathering in a field not to far outside of Ghirapur in a swirling mass that the walker of planes stepped from.

[thetalesofthereneverwood]

Theren looked over the plains and towards the beautiful aetherscape. Aether whales were flying through the clouds of aether and airships whizzed to and fro from the filigreed city of aether. “Isn’t just beautiful here?,” Theren asked Marcel.

[reds-ocs-rps]

Marcel attention was more drawn to the joyous look crossing Theren’s face, then the majestic of Kaladesh. It was like the bard was seeing an old friend after a long absence. “Yes…. beautiful.” He replied turning his gave out onto the planes of Ghirapur. His cheeks a little rosy. “Oh my” Marcel whispered under his breath as he looked upon the great blue sky that almost seemed to swirl upwards forever. Up into the blind eternities themselves. “Is this Kaladesh?” the healer asked as he had never been to the plane of innovation before. his little crooked smile returning as he watched the whales pass threw the swirling clouds of Aether. They where actually quite adorable away from the from the sea.

[thetalesofthereneverwood]

Theren nodded. “Yes, and that bustling city that way,” he said as he pointed, “is Ghirapur, a city of innovation and wonder!”

Theren began to walk towards the road that led to the city and beckoned Marcel to follow saying, “Now why don’t we head there, there are a few things I’d like to show you!”

[reds-ocs-rps]

That soft lopsided smile once more spread across Marcel thin pale lips, the half elf enthusiasm was quite infectious. So the healer crossed his gloves pattered with butterfly wings in front of his lap and fell in a few steps behind Theren, still quietly enjoying the fresh air of Kaladesh. It was so refreshing compared to claustrophobic Ravnica.

If fact everything about this was so refreshing. It had been far to long since Marcel had just taken a moment for himself to enjoy a new plane. Let along one with such charming company.

[reds-ocs-rps]

Swan Songs

Marcel would have to admit that today was turning out to be such a lovely day. The sun was so pleasantly warm after the long Ravnica winter, that seems to linger on, finally relented. The air fragrant with the perfume of flowers that bloomed in celebration. So here Marcel found himself resting in the shade of a young cherry tree, a few faeries resting upon the wide brim of his hat, as all around him the joyful cacophony of a fair played out in park around him. Lines of venders dotted about, selling homemade trinkets and wafting with the delectable smell treats one could only find upon the city that never ended. People milled about making merry upon this fine day. Even Marcel had been roped into the festivities, his lap filled with a assortment of flowers that his nibbled fingers effortlessly braided into long chains. Looping one of daisies and dandelions around and placed upon the fuzzy locks of a young minotaur who has been waiting with restless energy for him to finish. The joyful smile of the child could not help but warm the healer heart as he watch them run off with their, all of them with their own hand made crowns. It all tugged at some nostalgic part of his heart, reminding him far to much of the fey queens fest, and warmer brighter days. He supposed he had but one man to thank for this, dark green eyes turning to a near by stage from whence such lonely music came. To a bard who was just as pleasing upon the eyes as his songs where to the ear. With a bit of a Marcel pealing his gaze away at such thoughts, his cheeks turning a dark red as he quickly distracted himself. This was far from the first time the healer had such thoughts, ever since their rather unusual meeting, Marcel had been drawn to this half elf like a moth to the flame. It worried him some how easily Theren music tugged upon some homesick part of his soul, dragging him of the street to wherever the music had drifted from. Leaving him daydreaming about far away courts and far away times. @thetalesofthereneverwood

[thetalesofthereneverwood]

Theren was not too far away, standing on the stage where he was performing. The song he had chosen to perform today was one that he had learned from the plane of Kaladesh, the percussive beats of the song he intertwined to his lute playing. It was a festival song from the annual inventor’s fair and it reminded him of the newness of spring. He changed the words up a bit, singing about filigree and welding sparks didn’t seem to suit the occasion, so he sang instead about the blossoming of flowers on a distant field of the chaparral.

Theren was requested to perform for this festival, celebrating a late Orzhov cleric. Usually Theren wouldn’t make many deals with the Orzhov, but the family of the cleric who was hosting the celebration was donating a large amount of zinos to the orphanage located in the Concordance. He found himself donating music lessons there and was hoping that the donations would help with renovations around the worn down orphanage.

As he continued to perform on the stage, he looked out and saw Marcel sitting under a tree listening. Theren remembered the healer from when he had performed at a Simic bar and he got poisoned. Marcel got him to safety and nursed him back to health. As he finished his set, he walked over to the healer who was relaxing in the sun’s rays. “Did you enjoy the set? I used some Kaladeshi festival music in the last one!,” Theren elated.

[reds-ocs-rps]

At the sound of the bards voice Marcel gave a startled jump, snapping the flower crown he had been working on and scattering the fairies resting upon his hat. Turning to look up at Theren with a rather embarrassed shade of pink coloring his pale cheeks. He had honestly not expected the half elf to even bother coming over to him, to used to being beneath the notice of the handsome minstrels that flittered from court to noble court. “Oh, why yes, it was most lovely” his enthusiasm over his own performance brining a lopsided smile to the healers thin lips. “It reminded me so much of the music one would hear at the Fey Queen’s Fest, most appropriate for s calibration of the seasons” he mused standing to his full height brushing a bit of grass and the back of his coat, as cherry blossoms rolled from his hat and down his long platinum locks. Marcel stood before Theren fighting slightly with the broken chain of yellow primroses he had been working on, slightly unsure of what to do with himself. Before his green eyes light up and he laid the chair around Theren’s ears letting it dangle from them slightly. “I believe you have something similar on your home plane called a laurel, a simple to represent a victory, yes? ”his lopsided smile grew as he asked. “Well I think you more then earned one for improving such a lovely day” looking away shyly to the group of children who had been enjoying the bards performances.

[thetalesofthereneverwood]

Theren willingly took the flower chain and wore it proudly. “Why thank you! It’s so pretty! I don’t think I’ve never been to a fest for a Fey Queen.” He didn’t tell Marcel that he saw the blush in his cheeks. He found the healer attractive, but didn’t want to rush anything.

“So what are you doing after this?” The Bard Mused.

[reds-ocs-rps]

“Oh I think you would like the fest, it is a wonderful celebration, on my home plane, of throwing off the yoke of winter and embracing the loving warmth of spring.” Marcel’s tone becoming more poetic and flowery as he reminisced. “Villages will pick a maiden to be the fey queen to bless the village with love and fortune, there will be dancing and feasting with the first sweet wines of the year.”  Tapping on his chin lightly as he fell deep into thought of his home, that lopsided smile growing less shy and more mirthful. “I heard some of the better off part of the land will even build effigies of local fey out of flowers, of course flowers play a big part of the festival, young lovers will give each other crowns of flowers with hidden messages……” He stopped suddenly looking at the flower chain he had placed around Theren’s pointed ear. His face almost turning completely red as he looked away, trying to hid his embarrassment under the wide brim of his hat. “O~Oh, please forgive me for rambling on like that is was very rude of me” tugging shyly on his gloved fingers. “But to answer your question, no plans for this day.”

[thetalesofthereneverwood]

Theren pleasantly listened to Marcel tell the story of his home plane until the moment when Marcel began talking about the flower crown. When he heard what was said about the crown’s hidden messages, he felt something he hadn’t in a while. His heart skipped a beat. His Nyxian shadows began to agitate as that feeling of a likening towards someone came on quickly.

If fact he didn’t hear the healer’s apology to him and only caught the last part where he said he has no plans. Calm down Theren, don’t make a fool of yourself, he thought. “Perhaps you’d like to go to a place where I like to go for the springtime? It’s only a planeswalk away,” he enquired.

[reds-ocs-rps]

Marcel attention was quickly drawn to the starlight flicking across Theren’s face, the healer quite enamored with how the bards nyx bless shadow brought to mind warm summer nights under the stars. Sun kissed skin and soulful brown eyes framed by the glitter of a thousand stars, Marcel need to give a gloved finger a sharp tugged to draw him away from such thoughts. Less his face burst into flames from the heat gathering there. So lost in his own thoughts he almost missed the half elf’s request, Marcel giving a little nervous gulp. “I um I would love to spend more time with you, monsieur.” perking up a little bit.

[thetalesofthereneverwood]

Theren winked and walked to an alley near where he performed encouraging Marcel by saying, “Well let’s get going then!”

As he walked into the alley, Theren began to planeswalk to Kaladesh. His experience through the Blind Eternities was a bit different from other planeswalkers. When he would walk through the aetherscape, he found himself in a place filled with music. Each plane to him sounded like a different symphony and their music melded in the Blind Eternities, creating harmonies unheard of anywhere else. Sometimes he could even hear specific melodies, of heroes and legends of bygone eras. He felt at peace walking through the Blind Eternities, the psychedelic colors and music allowing him to hum as he whizzed through the Aether.

He listened for the percussive beats and winding melodies of Kaladesh and followed the Aether trail until he found himself crossing through the veil and stepping on the plains of Kaladesh, just a couple of miles outside of Ghirapur.

[reds-ocs-rps]

Marcel’s entire being gave a little jump from the wink the half-elf had given him, only for his face to once more resembled a rose as the bard seemed to be leading him into a most unsavory place. Yet as he vanished into the private nook behind the stage, Marcel trotted along behind him like a lost puppy. Oh to stop and watch what he could only describe as Theren becoming one with the night itself. The ringing of a harmony left in his ears as the healer closing his eyes and made to follow. His body disintegrating into thousands of petals and where gathered upon the aether winds, fluttering out of this existence to places unknown. If Marcel had to describe traversing the Blind Eternites, it was like trying to find your way through a forests canopy in the midst of an autumn storm. He could already feel the stunted life force of Ravnica fading quickly behind him as he followed the amber wisps Theren has left though the aether. Leading him to a part of the eternities he had never been, the warmth of his amber vanishing into the verdant swirls of a plane that seemed to bleed into the aether itself. And as Marcel pushed through the boundary of this world, a swirl of black and white petals flutter in on an unseen wind. Gathering in a field not to far outside of Ghirapur in a swirling mass that the walker of planes stepped from.

[thetalesofthereneverwood]

Theren looked over the plains and towards the beautiful aetherscape. Aether whales were flying through the clouds of aether and airships whizzed to and fro from the filigreed city of aether. “Isn’t just beautiful here?,” Theren asked Marcel.

[reds-ocs-rps]

Marcel attention was more drawn to the joyous look crossing Theren’s face, then the majestic of Kaladesh. It was like the bard was seeing an old friend after a long absence. “Yes.... beautiful.” He replied turning his gave out onto the planes of Ghirapur. His cheeks a little rosy. "Oh my" Marcel whispered under his breath as he looked upon the great blue sky that almost seemed to swirl upwards forever. Up into the blind eternities themselves. "Is this Kaladesh?" the healer asked as he had never been to the plane of innovation before. his little crooked smile returning as he watched the whales pass threw the swirling clouds of Aether. They where actually quite adorable away from the from the sea.

[reds-ocs-rps]

Swan Songs

Marcel would have to admit that today was turning out to be such a lovely day. The sun was so pleasantly warm after the long Ravnica winter, that seems to linger on, finally relented. The air fragrant with the perfume of flowers that bloomed in celebration. So here Marcel found himself resting in the shade of a young cherry tree, a few faeries resting upon the wide brim of his hat, as all around him the joyful cacophony of a fair played out in park around him. Lines of venders dotted about, selling homemade trinkets and wafting with the delectable smell treats one could only find upon the city that never ended. People milled about making merry upon this fine day. Even Marcel had been roped into the festivities, his lap filled with a assortment of flowers that his nibbled fingers effortlessly braided into long chains. Looping one of daisies and dandelions around and placed upon the fuzzy locks of a young minotaur who has been waiting with restless energy for him to finish. The joyful smile of the child could not help but warm the healer heart as he watch them run off with their, all of them with their own hand made crowns. It all tugged at some nostalgic part of his heart, reminding him far to much of the fey queens fest, and warmer brighter days. He supposed he had but one man to thank for this, dark green eyes turning to a near by stage from whence such lonely music came. To a bard who was just as pleasing upon the eyes as his songs where to the ear. With a bit of a Marcel pealing his gaze away at such thoughts, his cheeks turning a dark red as he quickly distracted himself. This was far from the first time the healer had such thoughts, ever since their rather unusual meeting, Marcel had been drawn to this half elf like a moth to the flame. It worried him some how easily Theren music tugged upon some homesick part of his soul, dragging him of the street to wherever the music had drifted from. Leaving him daydreaming about far away courts and far away times. @thetalesofthereneverwood

[thetalesofthereneverwood]

Theren was not too far away, standing on the stage where he was performing. The song he had chosen to perform today was one that he had learned from the plane of Kaladesh, the percussive beats of the song he intertwined to his lute playing. It was a festival song from the annual inventor’s fair and it reminded him of the newness of spring. He changed the words up a bit, singing about filigree and welding sparks didn’t seem to suit the occasion, so he sang instead about the blossoming of flowers on a distant field of the chaparral.

Theren was requested to perform for this festival, celebrating a late Orzhov cleric. Usually Theren wouldn’t make many deals with the Orzhov, but the family of the cleric who was hosting the celebration was donating a large amount of zinos to the orphanage located in the Concordance. He found himself donating music lessons there and was hoping that the donations would help with renovations around the worn down orphanage.

As he continued to perform on the stage, he looked out and saw Marcel sitting under a tree listening. Theren remembered the healer from when he had performed at a Simic bar and he got poisoned. Marcel got him to safety and nursed him back to health. As he finished his set, he walked over to the healer who was relaxing in the sun’s rays. “Did you enjoy the set? I used some Kaladeshi festival music in the last one!,” Theren elated.

[reds-ocs-rps]

At the sound of the bards voice Marcel gave a startled jump, snapping the flower crown he had been working on and scattering the fairies resting upon his hat. Turning to look up at Theren with a rather embarrassed shade of pink coloring his pale cheeks. He had honestly not expected the half elf to even bother coming over to him, to used to being beneath the notice of the handsome minstrels that flittered from court to noble court. “Oh, why yes, it was most lovely” his enthusiasm over his own performance brining a lopsided smile to the healers thin lips. “It reminded me so much of the music one would hear at the Fey Queen’s Fest, most appropriate for s calibration of the seasons” he mused standing to his full height brushing a bit of grass and the back of his coat, as cherry blossoms rolled from his hat and down his long platinum locks. Marcel stood before Theren fighting slightly with the broken chain of yellow primroses he had been working on, slightly unsure of what to do with himself. Before his green eyes light up and he laid the chair around Theren’s ears letting it dangle from them slightly. “I believe you have something similar on your home plane called a laurel, a simple to represent a victory, yes? ”his lopsided smile grew as he asked. “Well I think you more then earned one for improving such a lovely day” looking away shyly to the group of children who had been enjoying the bards performances.

[thetalesofthereneverwood]

Theren willingly took the flower chain and wore it proudly. “Why thank you! It’s so pretty! I don’t think I’ve never been to a fest for a Fey Queen.” He didn’t tell Marcel that he saw the blush in his cheeks. He found the healer attractive, but didn’t want to rush anything.

“So what are you doing after this?” The Bard Mused.

[reds-ocs-rps]

“Oh I think you would like the fest, it is a wonderful celebration, on my home plane, of throwing off the yoke of winter and embracing the loving warmth of spring.” Marcel’s tone becoming more poetic and flowery as he reminisced. “Villages will pick a maiden to be the fey queen to bless the village with love and fortune, there will be dancing and feasting with the first sweet wines of the year.”  Tapping on his chin lightly as he fell deep into thought of his home, that lopsided smile growing less shy and more mirthful. “I heard some of the better off part of the land will even build effigies of local fey out of flowers, of course flowers play a big part of the festival, young lovers will give each other crowns of flowers with hidden messages……” He stopped suddenly looking at the flower chain he had placed around Theren’s pointed ear. His face almost turning completely red as he looked away, trying to hid his embarrassment under the wide brim of his hat. “O~Oh, please forgive me for rambling on like that is was very rude of me” tugging shyly on his gloved fingers. “But to answer your question, no plans for this day.”

[thetalesofthereneverwood]

Theren pleasantly listened to Marcel tell the story of his home plane until the moment when Marcel began talking about the flower crown. When he heard what was said about the crown’s hidden messages, he felt something he hadn’t in a while. His heart skipped a beat. His Nyxian shadows began to agitate as that feeling of a likening towards someone came on quickly.

If fact he didn’t hear the healer’s apology to him and only caught the last part where he said he has no plans. Calm down Theren, don’t make a fool of yourself, he thought. “Perhaps you’d like to go to a place where I like to go for the springtime? It’s only a planeswalk away,” he enquired.

[reds-ocs-rps]

Marcel attention was quickly drawn to the starlight flicking across Theren’s face, the healer quite enamored with how the bards nyx bless shadow brought to mind warm summer nights under the stars. Sun kissed skin and soulful brown eyes framed by the glitter of a thousand stars, Marcel need to give a gloved finger a sharp tugged to draw him away from such thoughts. Less his face burst into flames from the heat gathering there. So lost in his own thoughts he almost missed the half elf’s request, Marcel giving a little nervous gulp. “I um I would love to spend more time with you, monsieur.” perking up a little bit.

[thetalesofthereneverwood]

Theren winked and walked to an alley near where he performed encouraging Marcel by saying, “Well let’s get going then!”

As he walked into the alley, Theren began to planeswalk to Kaladesh. His experience through the Blind Eternities was a bit different from other planeswalkers. When he would walk through the aetherscape, he found himself in a place filled with music. Each plane to him sounded like a different symphony and their music melded in the Blind Eternities, creating harmonies unheard of anywhere else. Sometimes he could even hear specific melodies, of heroes and legends of bygone eras. He felt at peace walking through the Blind Eternities, the psychedelic colors and music allowing him to hum as he whizzed through the Aether.

He listened for the percussive beats and winding melodies of Kaladesh and followed the Aether trail until he found himself crossing through the veil and stepping on the plains of Kaladesh, just a couple of miles outside of Ghirapur.

[reds-ocs-rps]

Marcel's entire being gave a little jump from the wink the half-elf had given him, only for his face to once more resembled a rose as the bard seemed to be leading him into a most unsavory place. Yet as he vanished into the private nook behind the stage, Marcel trotted along behind him like a lost puppy. Oh to stop and watch what he could only describe as Theren becoming one with the night itself. The ringing of a harmony left in his ears as the healer closing his eyes and made to follow. His body disintegrating into thousands of petals and where gathered upon the aether winds, fluttering out of this existence to places unknown. If Marcel had to describe traversing the Blind Eternites, it was like trying to find your way through a forests canopy in the midst of an autumn storm. He could already feel the stunted life force of Ravnica fading quickly behind him as he followed the amber wisps Theren has left though the aether. Leading him to a part of the eternities he had never been, the warmth of his amber vanishing into the verdant swirls of a plane that seemed to bleed into the aether itself. And as Marcel pushed through the boundary of this world, a swirl of black and white petals flutter in on an unseen wind. Gathering in a field not to far outside of Ghirapur in a swirling mass that the walker of planes stepped from.

[reds-ocs-rps]

Swan Songs

Marcel would have to admit that today was turning out to be such a lovely day. The sun was so pleasantly warm after the long Ravnica winter, that seems to linger on, finally relented. The air fragrant with the perfume of flowers that bloomed in celebration. So here Marcel found himself resting in the shade of a young cherry tree, a few faeries resting upon the wide brim of his hat, as all around him the joyful cacophony of a fair played out in park around him. Lines of venders dotted about, selling homemade trinkets and wafting with the delectable smell treats one could only find upon the city that never ended. People milled about making merry upon this fine day. Even Marcel had been roped into the festivities, his lap filled with a assortment of flowers that his nibbled fingers effortlessly braided into long chains. Looping one of daisies and dandelions around and placed upon the fuzzy locks of a young minotaur who has been waiting with restless energy for him to finish. The joyful smile of the child could not help but warm the healer heart as he watch them run off with their, all of them with their own hand made crowns. It all tugged at some nostalgic part of his heart, reminding him far to much of the fey queens fest, and warmer brighter days. He supposed he had but one man to thank for this, dark green eyes turning to a near by stage from whence such lonely music came. To a bard who was just as pleasing upon the eyes as his songs where to the ear. With a bit of a Marcel pealing his gaze away at such thoughts, his cheeks turning a dark red as he quickly distracted himself. This was far from the first time the healer had such thoughts, ever since their rather unusual meeting, Marcel had been drawn to this half elf like a moth to the flame. It worried him some how easily Theren music tugged upon some homesick part of his soul, dragging him of the street to wherever the music had drifted from. Leaving him daydreaming about far away courts and far away times. @thetalesofthereneverwood

[thetalesofthereneverwood]

Theren was not too far away, standing on the stage where he was performing. The song he had chosen to perform today was one that he had learned from the plane of Kaladesh, the percussive beats of the song he intertwined to his lute playing. It was a festival song from the annual inventor’s fair and it reminded him of the newness of spring. He changed the words up a bit, singing about filigree and welding sparks didn’t seem to suit the occasion, so he sang instead about the blossoming of flowers on a distant field of the chaparral.

Theren was requested to perform for this festival, celebrating a late Orzhov cleric. Usually Theren wouldn’t make many deals with the Orzhov, but the family of the cleric who was hosting the celebration was donating a large amount of zinos to the orphanage located in the Concordance. He found himself donating music lessons there and was hoping that the donations would help with renovations around the worn down orphanage.

As he continued to perform on the stage, he looked out and saw Marcel sitting under a tree listening. Theren remembered the healer from when he had performed at a Simic bar and he got poisoned. Marcel got him to safety and nursed him back to health. As he finished his set, he walked over to the healer who was relaxing in the sun’s rays. “Did you enjoy the set? I used some Kaladeshi festival music in the last one!,” Theren elated.

[reds-ocs-rps]

At the sound of the bards voice Marcel gave a startled jump, snapping the flower crown he had been working on and scattering the fairies resting upon his hat. Turning to look up at Theren with a rather embarrassed shade of pink coloring his pale cheeks. He had honestly not expected the half elf to even bother coming over to him, to used to being beneath the notice of the handsome minstrels that flittered from court to noble court. “Oh, why yes, it was most lovely” his enthusiasm over his own performance brining a lopsided smile to the healers thin lips. “It reminded me so much of the music one would hear at the Fey Queen’s Fest, most appropriate for s calibration of the seasons” he mused standing to his full height brushing a bit of grass and the back of his coat, as cherry blossoms rolled from his hat and down his long platinum locks. Marcel stood before Theren fighting slightly with the broken chain of yellow primroses he had been working on, slightly unsure of what to do with himself. Before his green eyes light up and he laid the chair around Theren’s ears letting it dangle from them slightly. “I believe you have something similar on your home plane called a laurel, a simple to represent a victory, yes? ”his lopsided smile grew as he asked. “Well I think you more then earned one for improving such a lovely day” looking away shyly to the group of children who had been enjoying the bards performances.

[thetalesofthereneverwood]

Theren willingly took the flower chain and wore it proudly. “Why thank you! It’s so pretty! I don’t think I’ve never been to a fest for a Fey Queen.” He didn’t tell Marcel that he saw the blush in his cheeks. He found the healer attractive, but didn’t want to rush anything.

“So what are you doing after this?” The Bard Mused.

[reds-ocs-rps]

“Oh I think you would like the fest, it is a wonderful celebration, on my home plane, of throwing off the yoke of winter and embracing the loving warmth of spring.” Marcel’s tone becoming more poetic and flowery as he reminisced. “Villages will pick a maiden to be the fey queen to bless the village with love and fortune, there will be dancing and feasting with the first sweet wines of the year.”  Tapping on his chin lightly as he fell deep into thought of his home, that lopsided smile growing less shy and more mirthful. “I heard some of the better off part of the land will even build effigies of local fey out of flowers, of course flowers play a big part of the festival, young lovers will give each other crowns of flowers with hidden messages……” He stopped suddenly looking at the flower chain he had placed around Theren’s pointed ear. His face almost turning completely red as he looked away, trying to hid his embarrassment under the wide brim of his hat. “O~Oh, please forgive me for rambling on like that is was very rude of me” tugging shyly on his gloved fingers. “But to answer your question, no plans for this day.”

[thetalesofthereneverwood]

Theren pleasantly listened to Marcel tell the story of his home plane until the moment when Marcel began talking about the flower crown. When he heard what was said about the crown’s hidden messages, he felt something he hadn’t in a while. His heart skipped a beat. His Nyxian shadows began to agitate as that feeling of a likening towards someone came on quickly.

If fact he didn’t hear the healer’s apology to him and only caught the last part where he said he has no plans. Calm down Theren, don’t make a fool of yourself, he thought. “Perhaps you’d like to go to a place where I like to go for the springtime? It’s only a planeswalk away,” he enquired.

[reds-ocs-rps]

Marcel attention was quickly drawn to the starlight flicking across Theren's face, the healer quite enamored with how the bards nyx bless shadow brought to mind warm summer nights under the stars. Sun kissed skin and soulful brown eyes framed by the glitter of a thousand stars, Marcel need to give a gloved finger a sharp tugged to draw him away from such thoughts. Less his face burst into flames from the heat gathering there. So lost in his own thoughts he almost missed the half elf's request, Marcel giving a little nervous gulp. "I um I would love to spend more time with you, monsieur." perking up a little bit.

[reds-ocs-rps]

Swan Songs

Marcel would have to admit that today was turning out to be such a lovely day. The sun was so pleasantly warm after the long Ravnica winter, that seems to linger on, finally relented. The air fragrant with the perfume of flowers that bloomed in celebration. So here Marcel found himself resting in the shade of a young cherry tree, a few faeries resting upon the wide brim of his hat, as all around him the joyful cacophony of a fair played out in park around him. Lines of venders dotted about, selling homemade trinkets and wafting with the delectable smell treats one could only find upon the city that never ended. People milled about making merry upon this fine day. Even Marcel had been roped into the festivities, his lap filled with a assortment of flowers that his nibbled fingers effortlessly braided into long chains. Looping one of daisies and dandelions around and placed upon the fuzzy locks of a young minotaur who has been waiting with restless energy for him to finish. The joyful smile of the child could not help but warm the healer heart as he watch them run off with their, all of them with their own hand made crowns. It all tugged at some nostalgic part of his heart, reminding him far to much of the fey queens fest, and warmer brighter days. He supposed he had but one man to thank for this, dark green eyes turning to a near by stage from whence such lonely music came. To a bard who was just as pleasing upon the eyes as his songs where to the ear. With a bit of a Marcel pealing his gaze away at such thoughts, his cheeks turning a dark red as he quickly distracted himself. This was far from the first time the healer had such thoughts, ever since their rather unusual meeting, Marcel had been drawn to this half elf like a moth to the flame. It worried him some how easily Theren music tugged upon some homesick part of his soul, dragging him of the street to wherever the music had drifted from. Leaving him daydreaming about far away courts and far away times. @thetalesofthereneverwood

[thetalesofthereneverwood]

Theren was not too far away, standing on the stage where he was performing. The song he had chosen to perform today was one that he had learned from the plane of Kaladesh, the percussive beats of the song he intertwined to his lute playing. It was a festival song from the annual inventor’s fair and it reminded him of the newness of spring. He changed the words up a bit, singing about filigree and welding sparks didn’t seem to suit the occasion, so he sang instead about the blossoming of flowers on a distant field of the chaparral.

Theren was requested to perform for this festival, celebrating a late Orzhov cleric. Usually Theren wouldn’t make many deals with the Orzhov, but the family of the cleric who was hosting the celebration was donating a large amount of zinos to the orphanage located in the Concordance. He found himself donating music lessons there and was hoping that the donations would help with renovations around the worn down orphanage.

As he continued to perform on the stage, he looked out and saw Marcel sitting under a tree listening. Theren remembered the healer from when he had performed at a Simic bar and he got poisoned. Marcel got him to safety and nursed him back to health. As he finished his set, he walked over to the healer who was relaxing in the sun’s rays. “Did you enjoy the set? I used some Kaladeshi festival music in the last one!,” Theren elated.

[reds-ocs-rps]

At the sound of the bards voice Marcel gave a startled jump, snapping the flower crown he had been working on and scattering the fairies resting upon his hat. Turning to look up at Theren with a rather embarrassed shade of pink coloring his pale cheeks. He had honestly not expected the half elf to even bother coming over to him, to used to being beneath the notice of the handsome minstrels that flittered from court to noble court. “Oh, why yes, it was most lovely” his enthusiasm over his own performance brining a lopsided smile to the healers thin lips. “It reminded me so much of the music one would hear at the Fey Queen’s Fest, most appropriate for s calibration of the seasons” he mused standing to his full height brushing a bit of grass and the back of his coat, as cherry blossoms rolled from his hat and down his long platinum locks. Marcel stood before Theren fighting slightly with the broken chain of yellow primroses he had been working on, slightly unsure of what to do with himself. Before his green eyes light up and he laid the chair around Theren’s ears letting it dangle from them slightly. “I believe you have something similar on your home plane called a laurel, a simple to represent a victory, yes? ”his lopsided smile grew as he asked. “Well I think you more then earned one for improving such a lovely day” looking away shyly to the group of children who had been enjoying the bards performances.

[thetalesofthereneverwood]

Theren willingly took the flower chain and wore it proudly. “Why thank you! It’s so pretty! I don’t think I’ve never been to a fest for a Fey Queen.” He didn’t tell Marcel that he saw the blush in his cheeks. He found the healer attractive, but didn’t want to rush anything.

“So what are you doing after this?” The Bard Mused.

[reds-ocs-rps]

“Oh I think you would like the fest, it is a wonderful celebration, on my home plane, of throwing off the yoke of winter and embracing the loving warmth of spring.” Marcel’s tone becoming more poetic and flowery as he reminisced. “Villages will pick a maiden to be the fey queen to bless the village with love and fortune, there will be dancing and feasting with the first sweet wines of the year.”  Tapping on his chin lightly as he fell deep into thought of his home, that lopsided smile growing less shy and more mirthful. “I heard some of the better off part of the land will even build effigies of local fey out of flowers, of course flowers play a big part of the festival, young lovers will give each other crowns of flowers with hidden messages......” He stopped suddenly looking at the flower chain he had placed around Theren’s pointed ear. His face almost turning completely red as he looked away, trying to hid his embarrassment under the wide brim of his hat. “O~Oh, please forgive me for rambling on like that is was very rude of me” tugging shyly on his gloved fingers. “But to answer your question, no plans for this day.”

[reds-ocs-rps]

Swan Songs

Marcel would have to admit that today was turning out to be such a lovely day. The sun was so pleasantly warm after the long Ravnica winter, that seems to linger on, finally relented. The air fragrant with the perfume of flowers that bloomed in celebration. So here Marcel found himself resting in the shade of a young cherry tree, a few faeries resting upon the wide brim of his hat, as all around him the joyful cacophony of a fair played out in park around him. Lines of venders dotted about, selling homemade trinkets and wafting with the delectable smell treats one could only find upon the city that never ended. People milled about making merry upon this fine day. Even Marcel had been roped into the festivities, his lap filled with a assortment of flowers that his nibbled fingers effortlessly braided into long chains. Looping one of daisies and dandelions around and placed upon the fuzzy locks of a young minotaur who has been waiting with restless energy for him to finish. The joyful smile of the child could not help but warm the healer heart as he watch them run off with their, all of them with their own hand made crowns. It all tugged at some nostalgic part of his heart, reminding him far to much of the fey queens fest, and warmer brighter days. He supposed he had but one man to thank for this, dark green eyes turning to a near by stage from whence such lonely music came. To a bard who was just as pleasing upon the eyes as his songs where to the ear. With a bit of a Marcel pealing his gaze away at such thoughts, his cheeks turning a dark red as he quickly distracted himself. This was far from the first time the healer had such thoughts, ever since their rather unusual meeting, Marcel had been drawn to this half elf like a moth to the flame. It worried him some how easily Theren music tugged upon some homesick part of his soul, dragging him of the street to wherever the music had drifted from. Leaving him daydreaming about far away courts and far away times. @thetalesofthereneverwood

[thetalesofthereneverwood]

Theren was not too far away, standing on the stage where he was performing. The song he had chosen to perform today was one that he had learned from the plane of Kaladesh, the percussive beats of the song he intertwined to his lute playing. It was a festival song from the annual inventor’s fair and it reminded him of the newness of spring. He changed the words up a bit, singing about filigree and welding sparks didn’t seem to suit the occasion, so he sang instead about the blossoming of flowers on a distant field of the chaparral.

Theren was requested to perform for this festival, celebrating a late Orzhov cleric. Usually Theren wouldn’t make many deals with the Orzhov, but the family of the cleric who was hosting the celebration was donating a large amount of zinos to the orphanage located in the Concordance. He found himself donating music lessons there and was hoping that the donations would help with renovations around the worn down orphanage.

As he continued to perform on the stage, he looked out and saw Marcel sitting under a tree listening. Theren remembered the healer from when he had performed at a Simic bar and he got poisoned. Marcel got him to safety and nursed him back to health. As he finished his set, he walked over to the healer who was relaxing in the sun’s rays. “Did you enjoy the set? I used some Kaladeshi festival music in the last one!,” Theren elated.

[reds-ocs-rps]

At the sound of the bards voice Marcel gave a startled jump, snapping the flower crown he had been working on and scattering the fairies resting upon his hat. Turning to look up at Theren with a rather embarrassed shade of pink coloring his pale cheeks. He had honestly not expected the half elf to even bother coming over to him, to used to being beneath the notice of the handsome minstrels that flittered from court to noble court. “Oh, why yes, it was most lovely” his enthusiasm over his own performance brining a lopsided smile to the healers thin lips. “It reminded me so much of the music one would hear at the Fey Queen’s Fest, most appropriate for s calibration of the seasons” he mused standing to his full height brushing a bit of grass and the back of his coat, as cherry blossoms rolled from his hat and down his long platinum locks. Marcel stood before Theren fighting slightly with the broken chain of yellow primroses he had been working on, slightly unsure of what to do with himself. Before his green eyes light up and he laid the chair around Theren’s ears letting it dangle from them slightly. “I believe you have something similar on your home plane called a laurel, a simple to represent a victory, yes? ”his lopsided smile grew as he asked. “Well I think you more then earned one for improving such a lovely day” looking away shyly to the group of children who had been enjoying the bards performances.

[reds-ocs-rps]

Swan Songs

Marcel would have to admit that today was turning out to be such a lovely day. The sun was so pleasantly warm after the long Ravnica winter, that seems to linger on, finally relented. The air fragrant with the perfume of flowers that bloomed in celebration. So here Marcel found himself resting in the shade of a young cherry tree, a few faeries resting upon the wide brim of his hat, as all around him the joyful cacophony of a fair played out in park around him. Lines of venders dotted about, selling homemade trinkets and wafting with the delectable smell treats one could only find upon the city that never ended. People milled about making merry upon this fine day. Even Marcel had been roped into the festivities, his lap filled with a assortment of flowers that his nibbled fingers effortlessly braided into long chains. Looping one of daisies and dandelions around and placed upon the fuzzy locks of a young minotaur who has been waiting with restless energy for him to finish. The joyful smile of the child could not help but warm the healer heart as he watch them run off with their, all of them with their own hand made crowns. It all tugged at some nostalgic part of his heart, reminding him far to much of the fey queens fest, and warmer brighter days. He supposed he had but one man to thank for this, dark green eyes turning to a near by stage from whence such lonely music came. To a bard who was just as pleasing upon the eyes as his songs where to the ear. With a bit of a Marcel pealing his gaze away at such thoughts, his cheeks turning a dark red as he quickly distracted himself. This was far from the first time the healer had such thoughts, ever since their rather unusual meeting, Marcel had been drawn to this half elf like a moth to the flame. It worried him some how easily Theren music tugged upon some homesick part of his soul, dragging him of the street to wherever the music had drifted from. Leaving him daydreaming about far away courts and far away times. @thetalesofthereneverwood

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Fishy Circumstances

Theren didn’t often perform at Simic controlled bars. He didn’t have anything against the Simic, but he didn’t have much music that seemed to enthrall the crowds at those establishments so he often did not advertise to them. But, he had gotten a letter requesting to perform here at the Slimer, a bar where many different sorts of bioengineers spent their evenings after working in the labs of the Blistercoils in Precinct Five.

The performance itself actually went rather well, with a couple of Simic hybrid’s dancing to Theren’s drinking song from Meletis. It was the drink he decided to have after that had gotten to him. Usually an ale after a performance was fine, but Theren found himself feeling woozy all of a sudden, and soon the Nyxborn bard was lying in the floor of the Slimer.

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A gentle touch eased the elf onto his back, delicately soft gloves cradle his head as sweat gathers on his brow. An elegantly youthful face looked down upon his, blanketed by a curtain of starlight locks, his sharp features and dark green eyes betraying his worry. For just moments before this bard with a shadow like the night sky had been full of the vigor only a performer seemed to possess and now he barley seemed aware of his surroundings. It was so rare for Barlomieu to venture so far from the comfort of the greenbelt as this endless city so easily overwhelmed him with it claustrophobic crowed and endless noise. Thanking his good fortune to have come to the fifth precinct on a colleges request, only to be invited to this far flung bar for tonight performance. The tips of his fingers glowing softly as his magic probed beneath honey kissed skin, seeking what had brought this child of nxys low. His blood running cold as the bitter shadow of some exotic toxin danced across his tongue. Cooling his nerves as his mind quickly raced, trying to think quickly. “Oh you silly boy, you always where such a lightweight” he chuckled good heartily in a manor he hoped sounded with familiarity, as his probe turned into a charm of vigor hoping to give the elf enough strength to stand on his own. Hooking his arm around his neck and hefting him up as he started to make his way to the door. “Come now lets get you back home so you can sleep this off.” Wanting to put as much distance between them and whoever had spike his fellow walkers drink.

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Theren looked at the youthful face, still rather out of it from the whatever had afflicted him and began to walk with this youthful face. “I’m confused, what happened?,” he said as he continued walking with the youthful face towards the transit station that would be a quick route towards Precinct Three.

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Barlomieu hurried the best he could with the weight of another resting on his slender form, his breath coming strong and even with every step. “Please forgive my impertinent my good sir, but I fear you have been poisioned and that it was in your best interest to put as much space between your and unknown dangers.”

His words curt as his nerves where on edge, when where the streets of Ravnica so quite, with out a soul to be see even this late at night. It made the hairs on the back of his neck stand on in. Only the pale unearthly glow captured in his platinum lock gave them any hint of the approaching danger.

The leath human rolling him and his companion out of the way of snatching claws that whistled through the air just above them. Sprawlled out cross the mossy stone, Barlomieu quickly gazed up at what had just preyed upon them.

Straining his eyes in the dark he could make out the impression of something that had once been a drake. It’s body now translucent with only the pale glow of its nervous system to give it away.

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Theren looked up from the ground, seeing the odd drake and tried to push himself up with his staff but couldn’t due to the poison. “What is going on with me?,” he said, still confused even though he was told about the poison.

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“Something wicked this way come” Barlomieu breathed under his breath as the silent creature gazed upon them with far to many hollow eyes, the mortal man reaching to his side for a blade that was not there. Stopping with a jerk at the confused rambling of the elf he had dragged from the bar, his mind racing. It would be far to easy to just leave him to the clutches of this beast, simply fade into the darkness of this moonless night like a summers dream. Silently cursing his bleeding heart Barlomieu scampered to his feet as he rushed to his charge, half dragging him toward a narrow ally. Hoping it would be two narrow for the beast to follow. Said beast taking to the sky without so much a sound as it circled around the tower like some great buzzard before diving down upon its prey.

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Theren looked at the beast with wild eyes and then looked at his rescuer. “The transit station, he can’t follow us there it’s underground,” Theren said with labored breath. “It’s right down this alley, we can make it, we can…” Theren’s voice trailed off for a moment as he threw up part of what was in his stomach. “Woah…. that was weird,” he said. Theren still looked poisoned but it looked as if he had threw some of it up and now was standing a bit more sturdy and looked that with his staff he could at least walk for a bit on his own before the poison set more in.

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Barlomieu was quite as he shepherded the ill elf towards the ally as quickly as his labored body would let him, deftly stepping over the puddle of sick. His deep green eyes never leaving the wicked beast as it circled overhead like a starving hawk, only for his blood to run cold as it plummets towards them.

Releasing his charge Barlomieu placed the tips of his fingers together in the shape of a triangle elegant glowing scripture slowly scrolled across his hands. Which his clasped together and then thrust forward, the drakes decent halted as it slammed into a invisible mass.

The hastily made barrier cracking like glass under the beast full weight but managed to hold, the unnatural creature soft body sloumpinh off into a pile in the ground, dazed.

Turning and taking the bards hand in his gloved one he hurried into what protection the ally could offer, making his way to the station.

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The two were able to safely get to the transit station where they thankfully were able to catch a transit back to Precinct Three. On the way back, Theren finally felt he could catch his breath, even with the poison setting in more firmly. “Thank you. I didn’t thank you earlier,” he said with pain in his voice. “What is this poison? I have never been poisoned before.”

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Barlomieu moved next to the only other soul in the tram this late at night, from where he had been gathering his thoughts. Reaching out he gently place his soft gloved hands upon the elf, orbs of shimmering light dancing across his fingers, a spell to help relax his tightining muscles as he helped him lay down.

“I apologize but I do not know, this toxin is unknown to me” reaching into a satchel resting upon his hips he pulled out cloth and a jar of liquid with various herbs suspended in it. Wetting the cloth he placed it upon the bards forehead, the fabric becoming soothingly cold as it leached away his feverish heat.

“What I can tell you is I don’t believe it was meant to be a lethal, for what comfort that is.” Pulling a vile of what appeared to be honey he gathered some on his gloved fingers. Opening the others shirt just a little his gently spread the shooting ointment across his chest.

Barlomieu’s pale porcelain cheeks turning a deep shade of pink as he could feel the hair decorating the elf’s strong chest, though his glove. Finding it a little hard to look at him now.

“I’m afraid that small comforts are all I can offer at the moment, but I hope they help you rest for that will do you the most good.” The sweet citric smell of the ointment helping to sooth the elf’s breathing and keep his airways open.

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Theren smiled brightly through pain at the man. “They are help enough so far. I’m just happy to know we are almost back to Precinct Three. All I want is to lie down at this point. I think the poison is making me sleepy,” he said, his eyes drooping. He leaned his head of wavy hair on the man. As he continued to lean he asked, “I don’t think i catched your name, who am I to thank for the rescue?”

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Barlomieu was a bit caught off guard when the handsome elf rested his head in his lap, his heart thumping in his chest as the color on his cheeks darkened just a little. Before taking a deep breath to calm the bubbling emotion within him, smiling down at him with a simple comforting smile as he checked the cloth he had placed upon the bards head. “Aw, please excuse me, I had not intended to be rude there was simply never a time for proper introductions” taking off his dark wide brimmed hat that had somehow stayed on during their dash to the terminal, using it to give as best a bow he could in such a awkward sitting position. “Barlomieu Hawthorn Swan, a humble physician who is pleased to be your rescuer this evening.”  Adding a mix of chamomile and lavender oils to the cloth he reapplied it to the bards much cooler forehead. “Rest, it will do you much good monsieur”

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“Well thank you Barlomieu, I am Theren Everwood, Nyxborn Half Eld Bard and your current patient,” he said with a weakened smile. The transit arrived with a halt at the Precinct Three station in the Beast Haven neighborhood. “This should be the stop for my home. I live at the Oak Street Inn.”

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“The place I rest my head is not far from here ether, I would ask you to accompany me monsieur Everwood.” Rising from his seat, adjusting his robes and placing his hat back upon his platinum locks, before offering a gloved hand to the half elf. “While I’m sure the toxin was not meant to be lethal, your physiology is…. unusual and I would like to monitor you over the night.” Resting his silky gloved hand gently on Theren’s shoulder, giving his a soft reassuring smile. “Do not worry, I have a comfortable bed for you to rest in”

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Theren smiled at the man and took the gloved hand. “I guess it wouldn’t hurt,” he said with a more reassured look on his face. 

As he stood up his face began to smirk like a Cheshire cat. “Plus,” he added as he winked, “You are quite the charmer Dr. Swan.” 

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Barlomieu felt his breath catch in the back of his throat as Theren playfully teased him, he was quite certain his cheeks where turning red. Quietly wondering to himself why every bard across the blind eternities was like this.

Turning from the half elf and clearing his throat to compose himself once more, Barlomieu began to guid him off the tram.

“Your far to kind monsieur, I’m sure most would far prefer your company to mine.”

The trip was mercifully short, as Theren was lead to a small flower shop just a short walk from the station. Dipping down the side ally the doctor unlocked a side door and ushered his patient into a sparsely decorated room.

Other then a desk piled high with books and strange equipment, a cozy looking bed and a scattering of house plants, there was not much else besides the fading wallpaper.

“Please lay down and rest”

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Theren did as Barlomieu asked and lied down, too tired to protest in any sort of manner. As he began to pull the covers up to his chest, he looked over at Barlomieu, furrowing his brow. “Don’t you need to sleep too?,” he pondered.

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“It’s is very considerate of you to ask, but you need not worry, my quarters are above us” montining to a set of stairs cleverly hidden with a little stage magic and well lined up wallpaper. “That bed is for patients that might require overnight observation, such as yourself.” He mused as he plucked a small glass vial from the cluttered desk, before truening to Theren’s side.

Gently sitting on the bed he pulled the half elf’s arm across his lap and gently place the vial in the crook of his arm, tapping it gently. “While I’m confident whatever toxin that was used on you was only meant to incopasitate, when dealing with a phisioalogy as unique as yours it never hurts to be caucus.” As Barlomieu spoke three dark red orbs floated up from where the vial was pressed against his arm, floating under the glass like ruby beads.

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Theren eyes began to flutter, the eyelids feeling like panes slowly closing. He took a few deep breaths and with his eyes shut, he whispered out, “Goodnight.”

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(Hi littleredrabbit here I just wanted to let anyone who might be reading along with the rp (thank you, you rock) that my oc Barlomieu has undergone some changes. I often over design my ocs and need to spend time reworking them and part of Barlomieu’s rework was a name change... twice.... so from this point on my oc will be known as Marcel, thank you for your understanding and a big shout out to Theren’s mod for being so wonderful!)

Marcel smiled softly softly as he watched the handsome elf slip into the bliss of sleep, as it was what was best of him at this time. Taking the blood he had gather he retreated to his desk and prepared the charms needed to identify the poison contained within.

It took most of the witching hour to discover what was ailing his patient and even longer to prepare the remedy. Gently sitting on the edge of the bed Marcel pulled Theren’s arm across his lap, scrawling a intricate pattern of caligerphy over his taned skin.

Happy to see the shimmering silver lines oxidizes and flake away as the magic started the detoxe. Stifling a yawn he left the bard to rest and made his way up the concealed stairway to turn in himself.

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Fishy Circumstances

Theren didn’t often perform at Simic controlled bars. He didn’t have anything against the Simic, but he didn’t have much music that seemed to enthrall the crowds at those establishments so he often did not advertise to them. But, he had gotten a letter requesting to perform here at the Slimer, a bar where many different sorts of bioengineers spent their evenings after working in the labs of the Blistercoils in Precinct Five.

The performance itself actually went rather well, with a couple of Simic hybrid’s dancing to Theren’s drinking song from Meletis. It was the drink he decided to have after that had gotten to him. Usually an ale after a performance was fine, but Theren found himself feeling woozy all of a sudden, and soon the Nyxborn bard was lying in the floor of the Slimer.

@little-red-rabbit

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A gentle touch eased the elf onto his back, delicately soft gloves cradle his head as sweat gathers on his brow. An elegantly youthful face looked down upon his, blanketed by a curtain of starlight locks, his sharp features and dark green eyes betraying his worry. For just moments before this bard with a shadow like the night sky had been full of the vigor only a performer seemed to possess and now he barley seemed aware of his surroundings. It was so rare for Barlomieu to venture so far from the comfort of the greenbelt as this endless city so easily overwhelmed him with it claustrophobic crowed and endless noise. Thanking his good fortune to have come to the fifth precinct on a colleges request, only to be invited to this far flung bar for tonight performance. The tips of his fingers glowing softly as his magic probed beneath honey kissed skin, seeking what had brought this child of nxys low. His blood running cold as the bitter shadow of some exotic toxin danced across his tongue. Cooling his nerves as his mind quickly raced, trying to think quickly. “Oh you silly boy, you always where such a lightweight” he chuckled good heartily in a manor he hoped sounded with familiarity, as his probe turned into a charm of vigor hoping to give the elf enough strength to stand on his own. Hooking his arm around his neck and hefting him up as he started to make his way to the door. “Come now lets get you back home so you can sleep this off.” Wanting to put as much distance between them and whoever had spike his fellow walkers drink.

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Theren looked at the youthful face, still rather out of it from the whatever had afflicted him and began to walk with this youthful face. “I’m confused, what happened?,” he said as he continued walking with the youthful face towards the transit station that would be a quick route towards Precinct Three.

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Barlomieu hurried the best he could with the weight of another resting on his slender form, his breath coming strong and even with every step. “Please forgive my impertinent my good sir, but I fear you have been poisioned and that it was in your best interest to put as much space between your and unknown dangers.”

His words curt as his nerves where on edge, when where the streets of Ravnica so quite, with out a soul to be see even this late at night. It made the hairs on the back of his neck stand on in. Only the pale unearthly glow captured in his platinum lock gave them any hint of the approaching danger.

The leath human rolling him and his companion out of the way of snatching claws that whistled through the air just above them. Sprawlled out cross the mossy stone, Barlomieu quickly gazed up at what had just preyed upon them.

Straining his eyes in the dark he could make out the impression of something that had once been a drake. It’s body now translucent with only the pale glow of its nervous system to give it away.

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Theren looked up from the ground, seeing the odd drake and tried to push himself up with his staff but couldn’t due to the poison. “What is going on with me?,” he said, still confused even though he was told about the poison.

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“Something wicked this way come” Barlomieu breathed under his breath as the silent creature gazed upon them with far to many hollow eyes, the mortal man reaching to his side for a blade that was not there. Stopping with a jerk at the confused rambling of the elf he had dragged from the bar, his mind racing. It would be far to easy to just leave him to the clutches of this beast, simply fade into the darkness of this moonless night like a summers dream. Silently cursing his bleeding heart Barlomieu scampered to his feet as he rushed to his charge, half dragging him toward a narrow ally. Hoping it would be two narrow for the beast to follow. Said beast taking to the sky without so much a sound as it circled around the tower like some great buzzard before diving down upon its prey.

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Theren looked at the beast with wild eyes and then looked at his rescuer. “The transit station, he can’t follow us there it’s underground,” Theren said with labored breath. “It’s right down this alley, we can make it, we can…” Theren’s voice trailed off for a moment as he threw up part of what was in his stomach. “Woah…. that was weird,” he said. Theren still looked poisoned but it looked as if he had threw some of it up and now was standing a bit more sturdy and looked that with his staff he could at least walk for a bit on his own before the poison set more in.

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Barlomieu was quite as he shepherded the ill elf towards the ally as quickly as his labored body would let him, deftly stepping over the puddle of sick. His deep green eyes never leaving the wicked beast as it circled overhead like a starving hawk, only for his blood to run cold as it plummets towards them.

Releasing his charge Barlomieu placed the tips of his fingers together in the shape of a triangle elegant glowing scripture slowly scrolled across his hands. Which his clasped together and then thrust forward, the drakes decent halted as it slammed into a invisible mass.

The hastily made barrier cracking like glass under the beast full weight but managed to hold, the unnatural creature soft body sloumpinh off into a pile in the ground, dazed.

Turning and taking the bards hand in his gloved one he hurried into what protection the ally could offer, making his way to the station.

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The two were able to safely get to the transit station where they thankfully were able to catch a transit back to Precinct Three. On the way back, Theren finally felt he could catch his breath, even with the poison setting in more firmly. “Thank you. I didn’t thank you earlier,” he said with pain in his voice. “What is this poison? I have never been poisoned before.”

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Barlomieu moved next to the only other soul in the tram this late at night, from where he had been gathering his thoughts. Reaching out he gently place his soft gloved hands upon the elf, orbs of shimmering light dancing across his fingers, a spell to help relax his tightining muscles as he helped him lay down.

“I apologize but I do not know, this toxin is unknown to me” reaching into a satchel resting upon his hips he pulled out cloth and a jar of liquid with various herbs suspended in it. Wetting the cloth he placed it upon the bards forehead, the fabric becoming soothingly cold as it leached away his feverish heat.

“What I can tell you is I don’t believe it was meant to be a lethal, for what comfort that is.” Pulling a vile of what appeared to be honey he gathered some on his gloved fingers. Opening the others shirt just a little his gently spread the shooting ointment across his chest.

Barlomieu’s pale porcelain cheeks turning a deep shade of pink as he could feel the hair decorating the elf’s strong chest, though his glove. Finding it a little hard to look at him now.

“I’m afraid that small comforts are all I can offer at the moment, but I hope they help you rest for that will do you the most good.” The sweet citric smell of the ointment helping to sooth the elf’s breathing and keep his airways open.

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Theren smiled brightly through pain at the man. “They are help enough so far. I’m just happy to know we are almost back to Precinct Three. All I want is to lie down at this point. I think the poison is making me sleepy,” he said, his eyes drooping. He leaned his head of wavy hair on the man. As he continued to lean he asked, “I don’t think i catched your name, who am I to thank for the rescue?”

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Barlomieu was a bit caught off guard when the handsome elf rested his head in his lap, his heart thumping in his chest as the color on his cheeks darkened just a little. Before taking a deep breath to calm the bubbling emotion within him, smiling down at him with a simple comforting smile as he checked the cloth he had placed upon the bards head. “Aw, please excuse me, I had not intended to be rude there was simply never a time for proper introductions” taking off his dark wide brimmed hat that had somehow stayed on during their dash to the terminal, using it to give as best a bow he could in such a awkward sitting position. “Barlomieu Hawthorn Swan, a humble physician who is pleased to be your rescuer this evening.”  Adding a mix of chamomile and lavender oils to the cloth he reapplied it to the bards much cooler forehead. “Rest, it will do you much good monsieur”

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“Well thank you Barlomieu, I am Theren Everwood, Nyxborn Half Eld Bard and your current patient,” he said with a weakened smile. The transit arrived with a halt at the Precinct Three station in the Beast Haven neighborhood. “This should be the stop for my home. I live at the Oak Street Inn.”

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“The place I rest my head is not far from here ether, I would ask you to accompany me monsieur Everwood.” Rising from his seat, adjusting his robes and placing his hat back upon his platinum locks, before offering a gloved hand to the half elf. “While I’m sure the toxin was not meant to be lethal, your physiology is…. unusual and I would like to monitor you over the night.” Resting his silky gloved hand gently on Theren’s shoulder, giving his a soft reassuring smile. “Do not worry, I have a comfortable bed for you to rest in”

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Theren smiled at the man and took the gloved hand. “I guess it wouldn’t hurt,” he said with a more reassured look on his face. 

As he stood up his face began to smirk like a Cheshire cat. “Plus,” he added as he winked, “You are quite the charmer Dr. Swan.” 

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Barlomieu felt his breath catch in the back of his throat as Theren playfully teased him, he was quite certain his cheeks where turning red. Quietly wondering to himself why every bard across the blind eternities was like this.

Turning from the half elf and clearing his throat to compose himself once more, Barlomieu began to guid him off the tram.

“Your far to kind monsieur, I’m sure most would far prefer your company to mine.”

The trip was mercifully short, as Theren was lead to a small flower shop just a short walk from the station. Dipping down the side ally the doctor unlocked a side door and ushered his patient into a sparsely decorated room.

Other then a desk piled high with books and strange equipment, a cozy looking bed and a scattering of house plants, there was not much else besides the fading wallpaper.

“Please lay down and rest”

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Theren did as Barlomieu asked and lied down, too tired to protest in any sort of manner. As he began to pull the covers up to his chest, he looked over at Barlomieu, furrowing his brow. “Don’t you need to sleep too?,” he pondered.

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“It’s is very considerate of you to ask, but you need not worry, my quarters are above us” montining to a set of stairs cleverly hidden with a little stage magic and well lined up wallpaper. “That bed is for patients that might require overnight observation, such as yourself.” He mused as he plucked a small glass vial from the cluttered desk, before truening to Theren’s side.

Gently sitting on the bed he pulled the half elf’s arm across his lap and gently place the vial in the crook of his arm, tapping it gently. “While I’m confident whatever toxin that was used on you was only meant to incopasitate, when dealing with a phisioalogy as unique as yours it never hurts to be caucus.” As Barlomieu spoke three dark red orbs floated up from where the vial was pressed against his arm, floating under the glass like ruby beads.