Know the loom. Be the stone.

Independent Art/RP/Ask blog of Taliyah from League of Legends.

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*Slowly an injured Nasus traversed the Shurima Desert, the heat pounding down on his body as he bled out slightly throughout his entire journey only to stop and sit down at a boulder that had shade on it and groaned* "Brother Renekton, why did you do this? You have changed" *He said before he passed out behind the boulder, in the vicinity of The Stoneweaver*

@heavensstories

She swore she heard something, or perhaps someone, collapsing not far from the oasis she had been resting at. One of the few left in Shurima’s desert, really, and Taliyah is grateful that at least some parts of her homeland did not heed to the emperor’s call, despite the majority shifting to the man’s will, whoever he was.

She shouldn’t let her thoughts linger like that. The Shuriman girl crawled up the little stone she had been perching on top of to reach the water, and slowly made her way out the very needed respite from her travels. She’d follow the sound slowly, and as she approached, it sounded closer to the groan of an animal.. Or perhaps an injured person? It was hard to tell with how guttural it sounded.

Still, Taliyah pressed on, picking up stones on the way to one of the stray boulders that dotted Shurima’s sandscape. Upon approaching, she’d raise her hand, so very ready to attack should the thing lash out at her--

She stayed her hand, awe-struck by the view before her: A man bearing a canine’s head. Taliyah’s hand lowered slowly, her shock unfading as her eyes trailed down to the crimson liquid that trailed from the man.

She was unsure what to do. On one hand, she did have pressing matters to tend to, she needed to catch up to her family and protect them from this oncoming threat. Yet.. Curiosity pulled her closer, and her good-natured spirit insisted that she help. “H-hey,” Taliyah called out hesitantly, rocks still hidden in her sleeves, available to be used as weapons, “Are you.. Are you alright? Do you need help?” Her voice shook, no matter how hard she tried to calm and convince herself that this was the right thing to do.

“Can you walk? There’s an oasis right there, we can clean your wounds, but I’m afraid I cannot move you by myself.”

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There was that unusual tone of voice again, something odd about it. Something off-putting. The stones around her were silent, they did not protest, and she would trust their judgment. For now.

“A painter… I have never seen paint before.. At least not in a jar. Did you make them?” Taliyah peered curiously into the sack, holding her bundle of dry branches close to herself as if to make space for her sight. “They look so beautiful.. All these colors..” Her voice trailed as a smile slowly pulled at the corners of her face, softening her wary expression. It was rare to see half of the colors within the jars, considering her origins being in a dry, near-colorless desert.

“If you don’t mind, I would love to watch you paint, but only for a little. I still have to deliver this.” The Shuriman lifted said bundle briefly.

“Of course,” Jhin answered, having internally made the choice for her before she even motioned to agree. 

So far, not one person ever declined the invitation even if they were unawares of the semi-fame that “Yagami Hiro” accrued within Ionia over the years as a lovely artist of enigmatic tendencies and ambiguous heritage. Where did he come from? Why did he always give away the portraits he made on the road for free?

They were questions floating in the minds of the still living.

He bent over to lift one of the jars to the sun. A brilliant saffron flexed through the glass, an eye glanced at Taliyah as if to compare. Then he chuffed, set it down and reached for his easel and canvas.

“As for the paints–” He said, twisting a new paintbrush in his fingers, “–yes, they’re my own. The red is crushed from hibiscus, a flower.”

He evened out his gaze at her one last time before it flittered and stuck to the blank canvas. “Are there flowers that grow in Shurima? Perhaps in oases?”

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"Not very many, since Shurima has consistent sand storms and a harsh environment, it's no weather for anything as delicate as flowers to thrive," She responded earnestly, grinning briefly, "But there is one that comes to mind. It's the flower I was named after, called Ta'liyah. It blooms between the cracks of stones, surviving as all others do, and flowers beautifully. It's definitely a contrast, and is a rare beauty in the desert."

The Shuriman sighed as her mind continued to reminisce the days before her recent trials that took her far away from her home. She certainly wished to be back again, traveling amongst her tribesmen, her family... Babajan; all of whom she missed dearly.

Taliyah's expression fell, and her eyes passively stared at the canvas.

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“Yes, I come from Shurima.” A hesitant reply as her eyes trained up and down the man, whose frame honestly looked as thin as her own. She’s unsure what to think of him. He felt… Peculiar. Is he one of those ‘deviants’ that Yasuo had warned her about? That would be rather unfortunate. She didn’t want to be caught and sent to some sort of brothel, whatever that was. Yasuo never really explained further.

“I’m just here to learn from the people of Ionia. The ways of keeping control and a calm mind fascinated me, so I stayed.” The Shuriman struggled to explain herself, trying to leave out as many details as possible. It really wouldn’t be a good conversation starter in Ionia to mention Noxians.

“But.. You are an artist, right? Are you a painter? Sculptor, maybe?” Taliyah questioned with genuine curiosity. Something about creative activities sparked excitement within.

Something ironic, Khada Jhin decided, about searching for control and peace in a continent so fractured after the war it ought as well be a shattered mirror.

Hm. Or maybe he was being too pragmatic?

His smile ebbed and he reached for his pack, pulling apart the rope knotting it together at her question. “Painter, ordinarily,” he replied, looking down and pushing the fabric aside to unveil mason jars and blank canvases slotted beside an unassembled easel. “There are times I sculpt.”

Not this time.

He glanced back up and looked her up and down, noticing first the excitement and then the hesitation. He agreed it was odd finding someone out in the forest, but he was minding his own business, and he could say the same of Taliyah.

Taliyah. Certainly no name he had heard before. “Would you like me to show you?”

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There was that unusual tone of voice again, something odd about it. Something off-putting. The stones around her were silent, they did not protest, and she would trust their judgment. For now.

"A painter... I have never seen paint before.. At least not in a jar. Did you make them?" Taliyah peered curiously into the sack, holding her bundle of dry branches close to herself as if to make space for her sight. "They look so beautiful.. All these colors.." Her voice trailed as a smile slowly pulled at the corners of her face, softening her wary expression. It was rare to see half of the colors within the jars, considering her origins being in a dry, near-colorless desert.

"If you don't mind, I would love to watch you paint, but only for a little. I still have to deliver this." The Shuriman lifted said bundle briefly.

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For a moment, Taliyah knew not how to respond. It was a stranger, clad in odd clothing. Yet, she’s seen worse during her time here in Ionia, as most of the attires–though vibrant–has been unfamiliar. She caught herself mid-thought, and shook her head briefly.

“It is I who should be sorry,” She manages to express herself in what little Ionian she knew, “I walked into you.” The Shuriman hefts the bundle of sticks in her arms, readjusting their position so that they wouldn’t fall.

“I am Taliyah of the Nasaaj.” One of the smaller branches falls out of her grasp as she performs a customary bow, as taught by her master. “It is a pleasure, Mr. Hiro.”

“What brings you out here in the middle of the forest? Are you lost?”

Jhin smiled at her, the corners of his mouth crinkling.

“Not lost,” he said. “Thinking of a scene.”

It could be any. The trees behind them. The sky just above. He knew of a stream not far away. But, right now? A composition was standing in front of him, cradling sticks and billowing apologies.

Beside him was a knapsack, beige-colored and distended in the belly. Not yet having set up either his easel or canvas, it lied at his feet while he glanced at her a second time.

“You must come from far.” His nose wrinkled. “Shurima?”

His smile grew a little wider, asserting something he already knew. “I hope you’re finding Ionia beautiful, for whatever reason you’re here.”

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"Yes, I come from Shurima." A hesitant reply as her eyes trained up and down the man, whose frame honestly looked as thin as her own. She's unsure what to think of him. He felt... Peculiar. Is he one of those 'deviants' that Yasuo had warned her about? That would be rather unfortunate. She didn't want to be caught and sent to some sort of brothel, whatever that was. Yasuo never really explained further.

"I'm just here to learn from the people of Ionia. The ways of keeping control and a calm mind fascinated me, so I stayed." The Shuriman struggled to explain herself, trying to leave out as many details as possible. It really wouldn't be a good conversation starter in Ionia to mention Noxians.

"But.. You are an artist, right? Are you a painter? Sculptor, maybe?" Taliyah questioned with genuine curiosity. Something about creative activities sparked excitement within.

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For a moment it struck Khada Jhin as odd that even wayward vagabonds could attract followers and students– but then, he doubted that Yasuo was ever one to put his ronin status on broadcast.

“Oh!” He twisted his head at the sight of the noise, glancing at Taliyah with a soft edge on his gaze. “My apologies. I didn’t see you there.” A lie; spoken still with impeccable innocence. Jhin couldn’t allow for anything less, could he?

He smiled at her, careful to keep his hands at ease on his periwinkle and white obi. “I am Yagami Hiro,” he said. Not a lie, but more misdirection. There was as much a Yagami Hiro as there was a Khada Jhin– one of those sounded far more appealing than the other. “An artist.” The truth– in more ways than one.

Hmhm. 

He hadn’t so far seen this girl in person, only faint rumors and gossip about that drunkard of an exile finding some solace in not only a child, but a child hailing from the deserts of Shurima no less. For as much as Yasuo wasn’t spared from passing interest by the Golden Demon, there was still much he didn’t know.

For example–

“And you are?”

–a name.

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For a moment, Taliyah knew not how to respond. It was a stranger, clad in odd clothing. Yet, she’s seen worse during her time here in Ionia, as most of the attires--though vibrant--has been unfamiliar. She caught herself mid-thought, and shook her head briefly.

“It is I who should be sorry,” She manages to express herself in what little Ionian she knew, “I walked into you.” The Shuriman hefts the bundle of sticks in her arms, readjusting their position so that they wouldn’t fall.

“I am Taliyah of the Nasaaj.” One of the smaller branches falls out of her grasp as she performs a customary bow, as taught by her master. “It is a pleasure, Mr. Hiro.”

“What brings you out here in the middle of the forest? Are you lost?”

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[It is absolutely life-changing to learn that Taliyah is 5'9" in height.]

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@eciled

[noooooooooooo-

Pleaaaaase nooooo-]

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“I-I-I... Erm.. I was just trying it out. I’ve never had this... Ice cream before! It’s like snow but.. Less bland?”

Taliyah pulls the icecream away from her mouth, clearly disappointed.

“But I’m..Guilty.”

@eciled

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“Guilty as charged! Pffttt-”

Taliyah starts laughing uncontrollably, recalling the memory with ease.

@missmononoke

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idk if it's only me or not but your text posts don't show up on PC (maybe it's a theme problem?)

[Sorry Anon for the late reply, but the theme itself mostly supports pictures. You’d have to click on the little timestamp on all the text posts in order to see them in full.

I intended this blog to be more picture-oriented but perhaps I should invest time in finding another that’s more text-friendly!

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