Kauata - Meets Jeyra
Description: Kauata meets Jeyra.
Kauata waves at Jeyra.
Jeyra eyes Kauata up and down.
Jeyra narrows his eyes. Kauata pauses taking a bit out of the apple in his hands, a satisfying snapping crunch sound occurring. Eyes lighting up he moved to offer the apple to the other. “Wait… ummm.. not bit one.” He paused and began to rummage one handed though the bag at his side.
Jeyra looked poised to speak, but stopped, his brow raising as the elf searched for another apple.. Clank. Clink. Sounds of glass, metal, and other materials chime as he digs in the bag. Finally he pulls out a beautiful smooth red apple, that lacks the half eaten quality of the one in his other hand. Darting up the stairs, almost prancing, he presents the apple to the troll in his gloved hand. “They are good!” He speaks tilting his head back and fourth from side to side as he looks the troll over with a warm fascination. Long golden brown wisps, having escaped his messy tie, follow the gesture falling in his face. Jeyra gaped, but slowly reached out to accept the apple. He squinted at the elf, or rather, whatever it was.. The boy appeared to lack all of the stuffy qualities and mild mannerisms of the other denizens. His free hand reached for the hilt of his dagger and…drew it, bringing it up to slide off a hunk of apple, the motion quick and precise. He stabbed the severed piece and poked it into his own mouth, munching away at it for a long moment, before rendering his verdict. “Quite good indeed, thank you for this.” He held the apple up, gesturing to it with a tap of the knife, before another hunk met the same end as the first, first by blade, then by tooth. At this point, with their position on the stairs, positively -loomed- over the would-be elf. Kauata was practically beaming the deep golden hues twinkling with complete delight as he watched the other cut and eat the apple. Lifting the half eaten one back to his own lips, he began to take bits out of it munching away happily. “I know! Dela gave me a whole dozen and three. She must really like pointy things. I liked the the pretty knife thing Kan gave me… but I guess she liked it more.” He rambled a bit and none of it was likely to make sense to anyone that was not the elf or someone else directly involved in what ever the babbling was about. “You are big.” He said with a grin as he turned the apple and began to eat the core of the apple, seeds and all. Upon finishing he plopped himself down onto the stair, and lowered his bag into his new found lap and proceeded to dig though it humming to himself. A few moments later he pulled out a beautiful rich royal purple strip of cloth that looked to be some sort of silk. Jumping to his feet, causing the bag to fall to the ground, and some of the contents to scatter: little glass orb, a crushed flower, and half a scarf, he moved towards the troll seeming oblivious to the bag now. He rose to the tips of his toes and attempted to tie a bow around the left tusk of the troll. “Color!” He exclaimed seeming rather happy with himself and his addition to the troll’s outfit.
Jeyra’s face contorted into a look of confusion at the mention of names unfamiliar to him. What in the fel.. As the elf chomped down on the seed he recoiled a bit, the move not something he’d seen or dared to try himself. Confusion returned as the elf collapsed and dug through his possessions, spilling all manner of things in the process.. He began to point out the little orb rolling away.. “You seemed to have droppe-” But paused as a strip of cloth was fixed around his tusk. He crossed his eyes to look at it, but didn’t bother removing it. “Yes, colorful.. It’s quite lovely, but..” He stopped himself again and eyed the man more carefully this tim,e just now noticing the wide array of styles and unmatching things draped around him.. “You are a strange one, aren’t you..” Jeyra had finished the apple, but had cut around the core carefully. Looking from it to the elf, he held it out curiously, figuring he might enjoy it.. Kauata didn’t seem bothered by the look he received due to the apple. Perhaps he didn’t notice it or perhaps he was just so use to reviving similar looks that they registered as normal. Clapping his hands together with the other agreed with him about the ‘colorful’ part, he took a step back. “You want it?” He said having noticed the pointing digit prior. Scrabbling after the little orb, he swooped it up in his hands as it clinked down the stairs. Returning to stand in front of the towering troll he extended the object in both hands. The little orb seemed to be glass but something was off about it and a little magical silvery-blue shimmer rippled though it every few seconds. “Don’t think it does anything anymore but it is pretty! I have lots. You can have this one.” A hand reached up and the fingers worked themselves though his own golden brown hair as he let out a small chuckle.
Jeyra blinked, and plucked the glass orb up out of the offering hands. He held it between a finger and his thumb and turned it this way and that, holding it to his eye in a scrutinous manner. Looking back to the elf he smiled and dipped his head in a half bow. “If you are sure you no longer need it, sure. It is pretty yes, and it seems to glow periodically..” The troll held it closer to the elfs eye, as if he needed to show the previous owner of the thing what it did. Jeyra’s head movement caused the ribbon affixed to his tusk to flutter and flip. “Tell me, what is your name, odd one? Kauata gave a vigorous nod, the gesture seeming to free more hair from the less than perfect tie in that held it back. “Yep I have tons. I like them.” He stated as though needed a reason as to why he had a bunch. Falling back to his rump, he gathered the bag up and began to dig though it. After a few moments he knelt down and lay a scarf out along the steps at the troll’s feet. As soon as the gray wool strip was presented he began to pull orbs from the bag. Each varied in size from the size of a grape to the size of an apple, and it became rather clear why his bag made so much noise. He lined them up perfectly on the wool starting from smallest to largest. Each time he found one that was out of place he fussed over arranging them again. There were thirteen in total or fourteen if you were to include the one he had given the troll. All of them had a similar effect but the 'shimmering’ colors in each seemed to change along with the shimmering. Some flashed, some pulsed, some rippled but none were very bright or strong flickers. “This one is my favorite.” He said picking up one of the smallest ones that was no bigger than a cherry. It remained completely empty for the longest duration of time but it flashed a brilliant flaming red when something did happen before fading again. As others passed he didn’t seem to give them any heed, seeming perfectly happy to clutter up the stairs with his collection.
Jeyra crouched down and placed a hand between his feet to settle himself, while he compared the orb in his fingers, to the lineup, finding just where it fit in. He smiled and looked to the elf. “They’re all very nice, did you collect them this way, or did you get to see them before they settled into this state?” He set his orb down on the cloth on his side of the row of them and plucked up the third largest, taking a few seconds to examine it before plaing it down and selecting the middle sized one.
Despite the proclamation of it being his favorite, when the stranger placed the other back he slid the tiny one into the troll’s hand. “I… collected them after the life left them. No other creature I have ever seen becomes something so beautiful in death.” He said smiling as he looked them over for long moments. Finally, he tilted his head back to look up at the troll finally answering the posed question. “Ka. I guess you could call me Kauata if you really want to be formal or something.” He said yet the second part seemed to be rehearsed as though someone had told him something about formalities and what was proper. Jeyra took the boys favorite one with much more careful care than the others and held it up to his eye. He waited for the flash of red.. and waited.. and waited some more.. Just when was about to look away, it happened, causing him to fumble the thing twice, before he managed to get it under control. “Ah, forgive me, here, best you take it, so that I do not ruin it..” He gave a meek smile and passed it back over, before plucking the one given to him back up. “This one appears to have a free spirit, and a desire to venture off on it’s own.. It’s rather fitting for me..” He nodded and looked down at his robes, finding a spot on one of the tassles that hung from his neck, where he could pop the thing into place inside of it. The leather stretched and held firm, showing off the orb that it entwined around. Kauata let out a warm laugh that seemed to come from his entire being as the flash took the other by surprise. “Well… if you are sure,” he said biting a bit on his bottom lip a bit of animistic look entering his features as he captured the beautiful flashing red on in his hands and watched the troll take the other one back. “I think it likes you.” He stated as he watched the other shimmer. With that he began to pack up the orbs one at a time humming as he did. “So do you have a name?” He asked as he put the last one away and stuffed the scarf in over them. He shifted just a little and moved trying to straighten out the bright green sash he wore at his waist and tried to keep the other four from causing it to ride up. What the purpose of wearing five belts was… was a bit of a mystery. Jeyra’s eyes moved to the sash, and then the belts, his brow raising further. He noticed the trio of belts he’d spotted earlier in fact multiplied, or rather, he’d mistakenly counted too few. He blinked at the question. “Of course I do.. Oh! Yes, of course how rude of me!” His back straightened up. “Just 'Jey’. And I like Ka. It’s not pointlessly long, or stuffed full of titles or pomp. It’s also nice to not have the only short name for once!” Kauata smiled up at the other hearing the apology and name. Something about the troll’s response seemed to trigger a relaxed response in him. Well it was hard to tell seeing he was not very tense to begin with. “I have more.” He commented, not actually stating what he had more of and instead began to dig in his bag. Finally he pulled out several pieces of colored cloth and set about ripping them into strips and then darted behind the crouched troll, taking to his hair without so much as a comment to what he was doing let alone asking.
Jeyra’s lips parted to object, but soon he grunted and shrugged, opting to keep his croutched pose instead. He felt little tugs on his scalp now and then, but kept his gaze forward.. “Just don’t cut any of it off..” He warned, huffing and staying still. The mass of hair pulled back behind his head was oddly clean for his type, well looked after it seemed. For the most part though, it was uncut and jumbled together in a tie. Kauata shook his head vigorously, even though the other couldn’t see it. “Cut it? Why would I do that. It is pretty, kinda like the moon.” The comment left his lips in a tone that basically made up for the lack of Jey ability to see the nod. Ka took his time undoing the hair talking to himself. “Over.. and under… left… over.” The muttering continued as he undid the strands. Finally when it had nearly all been undone, he grabbed at the torn strips of cloth and begin fastening them around bunches of hair. There strips of ebony, a soft sea green, and a deep royal blue. When he had finished he began murmuring to himself again. If anyone had been able to keep up with his uttered words before and connect the dots they would have realized they were the exact same only backwards. Finishing what ever he was doing, he clapped his hands and threw his arms around the troll in a surprisingly strong bear hug before he let go and pranced around back to the front of the other.
Jeyra narrowed an eye at the elf cautiously as he came around into front of him again. He reached a hand back and patted his mass of hair carefully, feeling a few new ridges where the sections of hair were tied off. In general, the hair felt neater and better braided than before, much more so than his own hands could perform. His browline rose. “Oh, I see.. What colors did you add?” Kauata smiled brightly as he plopped himself back down with his bag, still holding torn strips of cloth in his hands from weaving in pieces. Dropping them down in front of himself, and between them both he pointed at the three colors in the lot that he had used. “Kinda like… the colors in it it.” He said as he leaned forward and pressed the tip of his finger to the orb that was now held in one of the leather tassels on the elf. “Well kinda.” he said scrunching his face. None of them were exact but they seemed to be the closest options in the selection of colors that he had to work with. Jeyra looked from strip to strip, then to the orb, following the gesturing finger. His face was skeptical, but he genuinely seemed to not mind the liberties the other elf had taken. “As long as they look good, I’ll keep them in!” He nodded firmly and reached out, giving the already messy, spilling head of hair on the elf a ruffle. Kauata paused and reached down and braid some of the strips together and he held them up towards the troll’s hair so he could see what they looked like. The way those beautiful golden eyes became huge was a sight to see. He looked thrilled beyond what words could express when the other had seemed like what he had done.. or at least he was okay with it and Ka obviously took the two to mean the same. He rose to his feet and threw his arms about the other’s midsection in an affectionate hug. “You like fish?” He inquired when he finally relinquished his grip, which had probably seemed like it would never end.
Jeyra , at this point, didn’t mind the hug in the least, and even closed an arm around the elf gently, returning the gesture. He nodded. “Indeed I do, do you fish?” He questioned, taking the remnant scraps that had been braided, and reaching up toward his own ear. The fingers dipped behind it and tied the little braid of cloth there, and when he’d moved his hands away, the lengthy, colorful accessory appeared, emerging from behind his ear and hanging down to his collar bone, finally ending where one might imagine the center of his pectoral was. 20:18:20 Arcane Guardian says: Remain strong. Kael'thas will - error - Lor'themar will lead you to power and glory! Kauata seemed to love the physical attention and relish the returned half hug. Feeling the cloth leave his hand, he watched the other curiously as he moved to work it into his hair. “I like it.” He said with a nod as he looked it over. What those words were worth were really up to the troll because what the
funny elf obviously liked… was something that most elves being nice would simply say was questionable. “I love swimming… and catching fish while swimming.” He quipped still close enough to the other from the hug that his breath could probably be felt and in what most would have considered their personal space.
Jeyra didn’t appear to care about his space, seeing as he’d let the other fix his hair up. “Ah yes, what I wouldn’t give for a swim.. It’s a shame there are no fixtures large enough in the city to take a dip in.. Other than the fountains of course!” He grinned and moved to a sit, but still had a couple of inches on the elf.
Kauata gave another excited nod as he looked up at the newly decorated troll. “Fountains are okay… but they don’t have any fish in them. I like the rivers and streams.” He said as he reached up to attempt to tuck strands of his, now every messy hair after Jay’s ruffling, back into the binds. “The little silvery ones taste really good but the others are okay too.”
“Are there any streams around here? Perhaps we could go catch some sometime?” Jerya shrugged, but nodded at the thought. Kauata tilted his head from one side to the other before giving an enthusiastic nod. “Lots! I suppose you could also go out and swim in the ocean but I don’t like the salty water as much. Coats your skin and makes for a terrible itchy feeling.” He shook his head just a little then smiled brightly.
“Yeah, and sharks!” Jerya made his hands out to look like claws, all menacingly. It made no sense, as sharks had no such thing, but the effect sort of worked.
Kauata didn’t seem to care if the gestures made little to no sense. He was grinning and laughing as though it all made perfect, logical, sense. “Yeah. Sharks are to much work to kill to eat and they don’t taste very good either.” He spoke in such a way that it was easy enough for one to wonder if he had actually tried this.
“I saw one hanging in the bay down south, as big as that tree there.” Jeyra pointed off to his right… exaggerted a little, but he figured the boy would enjoy it more. “They cut it open, and a chunk of wood, from a passenger ship fell out! And, you know, guts and stuff, but the piece of wood was huge! Bigger than your whole body!”
Kauata listened to the story obviously loving the story even if it became pretty clear he didn’t believe it was completely true. Yet he didn’t catch on to the sarcastic part and thought the other had meant it literately. “You tell good stories… but you sure you don’t mean a whale?” He proceeded to rattle off some stuff about sharks and size and then he switched to whales. “But whales… there was this huge thing I once saw out swimming around the little land masses out about…” He paused and closed his eyes thinking long and hard for a name. “That new place they found a while ago… riddled with all the fishy people. It was the biggest thing I had ever seen.” He shifted turning to practically flop against the troll half leaning and half laying on him. “You have more stories? Happy ones?”
Jeyra cracked his lips to respond that it indeed had been a shark, when the boy began telling him all about the two and their differences. He rubbed his chin and thought about it.. “I mean it has a pointy nose, and a tail that went up and dow- Huh? Stories..” He began thinking again, and as he did so, he hook his hands under the elfs shoulders, and lifted him up and turned him about, setting him so that he could lean back into him comfortably… “Let’s see now… One time, I was in the jungles of Stranglethorn, and I saw a whole family of dark panthers wandering about looking for food. I hear it’s not good to interefere, you know, with them, but I couldn’t help it.. so I gathered up some small critters, and placed them about here and there, in their way. But the littlest cats started playing with them! Like, come on now, it’s food, guys.. or gals, I mean, I don’t know if they were boy cats or girl cats.” Jeyra smiled and shrugged. Kauata let out a warm laugh as the other gave his description of a shark. "Dolphins have pointed noses and tails that go up and down.” He said with a grin as he tilted his head backwards to look up at the other as he toyed with the 'cloth braid’. When the story of the cubs was told Ka felt silent and listened intently. His smile grew as the story was finished. “They made friends.” He chimed in at the end obviously very pleased with this short story. Jeyra nods, the cloth tied on his tusk bouncing lightly. “My brother has a cat, he’s had him his whole life! Fights along side him and everything.”
Kauata frowned just a bit as the staff dug into his back as he leaned against the other. Sitting up, he worked the strap free from his body and moved to grasp the length of it and removed it from his shoulder. Fingers toyed with the smooth polished wood before he let it clatter down beside him next to his pack. Eying it to make sure it didn’t roll away, he finally snuggled back into the far larger troll. “Oh? What kind of cat?” His ears pricked upwards as his curiosity was peeked. Jeyra placed a pat from each of his hands on both of the elfs shoulders, then let his hands rest there after. “It was a nightsaber. Years ago, when we were very young, only a few months old, a wandering came by our house, with a basket of kittens… He asked our parents if they wanted to buy one, but at the time they couldn’t afford it. So the man reached into the basket and pulled out the tiniest little kitten you’ve ever seen, and told them that they could have it, without cost, since it was the runt.” He pats the shoulders again. "Keep in mind, my mother told us this, once we were older.. And well, it took a liking to my brother. I don’t think the traveling man even expected the runt to live more than a few months. But they were inseparable. He trained it, and they both got stronger, together.”