It had been a while since her last trip to this particular tavern. It was so long, in fact, she couldn't remember when it was. It was before she learned to use music for spells, before she'd met a lot of the people she knew now- and, it was before the many battles that had shaped her in recent days. "It really has been a long time..." She mumbled her words into the thick silence at the bar of the tavern, sipping a glass of milk like it was a cocktail. It was warmed, slightly, and lacked any of the harshness of alcohol served in that same place. "I forgot how perfect the milk here is. I'd like to meet the cattle that produces such yummy stuff... And thank it, too." The barkeeper told her she sounded drunk, making the tiny girl laugh with a broad smile. She knew it was weird sounding, but she didn't care. "If I've learned anything, it's better to just be myself no matter where I am...Even if I'm still gonna try to improve myself while I'm here." Change was a scary thing, but in a place where it wouldn't hurt her reality, she could still try to, right? Finishing the last of her drink, she held up her glass like the random folks trying to get refills of beer down the length of the bar. "I'll have another glass please." She wiggled on the tall bar stool, enjoying the height while trying to find the foot bar for her short legs. Pressing her feet against the counter's footing instead of her seat, she sighed softly and waited for her drink. She mumbled and waited, her voice hidden the best she could try- which was pretty good, since she was used to hearing her own whispers as loud. "Maybe next time I die- if there is one- I'll try to make myself a little taller... Though not sure I can get any taller as a Faerin... At least make my legs a little longer to reach the foot spot..." A cheerful sigh as she got her new glass, she sipped once again, enjoying the warmth. "I wonder why I used to get mad when people ordered it for me. Warm milk really does hit the spot. Some company'd make it even better, though, I bet." It was, after all, the first time she could remember going to the tavern alone... @Ilya (My title skills really need work. xD)
CLASH! The loud sound rang through the city street. Ilya had been pushed by a rather tall man. It did not take a lot for someone to be taller than Ilya as she was rather tiny. The tall man was very muscular. Ilya narrowed her eyes, it was unexpected and Ilya had tried to talk him over using her feminine charms. However to her dismay it had not worked on him. Perhaps I need to train more on that... Ilya had been focusing on her body combat, mobility and rogue abilities.. She had not gotten very far as she had not had the time between her exploring habits and hard focus. She was rather unfocused during her training sessions. However, as Ilya was in the real world situation with the man pressing her against the building, it was about time for her to fight back. He had started to roughly try to take off her top, when Ilya lifted her hand. She grabbed the wrist of the man and stopped him. "If I were you, I would not do that." He started to chuckle himself as he told Ilya that she could not stop him before he ripped his arm free from her grasp pushing her harder against the wall. Ilya hissed with pain as she felt the stone begin to crumble around her. It was a flash of movement as Ilya bared her hands into fists. She drived her fist to the man's jaw punching him. He stumbled ever so slightly before rushing at Ilya. In a flash Ilya was away from the wall and the man ran face forward into the hard crumbled surface. Ilya lifted her leg into a circular motion before driving it down towards the man's stomach. It took the effort of jumping in the air, due to her height but nonetheless she pushed pure force into the man. It was just like training, she had worked hard to obtain the ability to punch and kick her target any way she pleased. She hissed with pain once more as the man backhanded his fist into her chest pushing her backwards. Ilya squinted an eye as she went flying back into the wall. She took note of her health meter. Damn it... It's somewhat low, I need to wrap this up.. Ilya decided to get slightly serious. Her eyes narrowed slightly and a small red glow seemed to beam off of Ilya's facial expression. She pushed herself up from the newly crumbling wall and formed two fists in her hands. She concentrated some of her energy (mana) into her gauntlets and fists, a skill she had formed while training. Ilya punched her left palm with her right fist ever so lightly, still it initiated her skill. Her gauntlets seemed to glow a shade of blue as the appearance of electricity buzzed around them (appearance, not the real deal though.. yet) She charged towards the thug before her, and drew back her right fist. She drove it forward with as much power as she could muster. Her punch found its way to her opponent's chest before she drove her left fist into him as well with just as much power. (Used: Electric Blur.) Her punches became so fast one would not be able to see them. Ilya turned her punches into another skill as she used her easiest combo on the man. (Used. Superiority.) Driving the man before her backwards she ran to him, punching him harder and faster as she went. The wall seemed to cave around him this time as he was driven farther into it. Ilya heard the grunt of the man which caused her to leap backwards landing on her hands and feet. She was crouched now, silently watching. A bead of sweat dripped down her forehead as the glow left her eyes. She stood to her feet as she knew the man was on the brink of following unconscious. "I told you that you should not have done it." With her last words, Ilya turned around. She was now feeling somewhat weak as she walked out of the narrow street they had been in. Her eyes befell upon a tavern across the street. I could use some rest. She limped over to the tavern feeling as if she had been hit a hundred times. She squinted her eye again as she opened the doors and slowly made her way to the bar. The seat closest to her by the time she got to the bar was one next to a tiny Faerin. Shrugging her shoulders she took the seat, "Can I have a cup of warm milk and some food that will increase health and energy?" She set her hands on the counter, noticing the crusted blood on her knuckles. She looked up at the bartender, "Also a damp rag and a bowl of water please. To wash all this blood off." Her ears and tail flicked with annoyance at the mess that had been made before taking a good look at the Faerin next to her, "Hi there, mind if I join you?" She gave the Faerin a wide grin to add to her request.
The redhead had gotten looks from some of the others in the tavern, but none seemed as worried as they were intimidated, or so Harveste had come to believe. She eyed around the room before shaking her head with a sigh. "Jeez, it's like they're not even used to a little blood at this stage..." Not that she wasn't queasy either, of course. She was a scaredy-cat, but she knew better than to judge people by how injured they were in this world, at this point. Whether it was actually the girl's blood or not, though, the Faerin wouldn't even try to guess. "Ah, go ahead and have a seat," She chimed soon after fighting her way out of a daze. Her words were now said more directly and with a mild smile. She made some rather awkward hand gestures to look through her inventory, finding some honey she'd gathered recently after attempting to settle her fear of bees. She was still scared of them, but she'd at least made friends with some beekeepers in Brisshal she met despite still resulting in an anxiety attack. Holding out the jar, she felt her meek smile grow just enough. "Here, put some of this honey on your wounds after you clean them. Honey's great for healing and protecting you when you're bleeding, and it's perfectly safe, too. Just put it on the bandaging after you clean them out, and it'll heal faster without any hope of getting infected." For once, she didn't have to thank her regular search engine and biology book research for stories- this was information she'd found long ago from real life experience. When she had another cup of milk, she opted to take out a secondary jar, having decided to give this one to her milk-drinking comrade. She slid the one she'd taken out first closer to the stranger with a cautious flick of the wrist. "You can keep that jar to redress your wounds later on, so long as you don't forget to be sanitary about it. You shouldn't need to more than a couple times a day. And what you don't use for that, you can eat. Again, just be wary of sanitary measures." As if to prove herself, she asked the bartender for a small spoon, which she dipped into the second jar and then moved into her milk, stirring it together with gentle strokes. "Um, if you don't mind my asking... What happened to you, anyway? You've got quite a bit of blood on you."
Ilya's ears pricked up at the sound coming from the girl next to her as she muttered to herself. Ilya cast a small glance around the room noting that each and every person was indeed staring at her and the girl besides her. Wait, except that one.. That one just looked... The person who had looked, faced away from them as they returned to their food. Having been handed her bowl of water and cloths, Ilya set one rag into the bowl, "Also, if you have some bandages? Those would be very helpful" Ilya did not need to be a healer to know the basics of first aid and sanitary. She took off her gauntlets and put them into her inventory, Hopefully I will not be needing those.. I will definitely have to clean them off later though.. Ilya then grabbed the rag she had set in the water and started to wipe her hands revealing no cuts on her knuckles. She then started to wipe off the open skin on the rest of her body. She froze on her back as she let out a hiss of pain, Yup, that is definitely where it is less.. She had to hand it to the system, very realistic. After hearing the girl's voice she grinned widely. "Thanks, I never knew that actually! How did you learn about honey?" She lifted her hand taking a spoon as well from the bartender and moved her hair over to one shoulder. Thus the cuts all along her back and shoulders were revealed. She dipped the spoon into honey before swabbing it onto a clean rag. She started to wipe honey all over her shoulders and back hoping she would get all the cuts, "Sorry for the weird request, but mind helping me out?" Her gaze turned to the girl as she put honey into her milk. Ilya had yet to touch the food and milk herself. She grimaced lightly at the question the girl then asked, "Well, you see I was walking along the cobblestone roads.. And this man intercepted me. At first he was trying to steal from me.. So I tried to talk him over with my obvious feminine charm." Ilya let out a laugh, "Okay, I did try to get away from him with use of my feminine charm buuut.. Obviously I do not have any... but that is besides the point.. So he changed his mind about trying to steal from me.. He tried to, yeah.. Anyways we ended up fighting and I beat him up, I must say.. You should see the other guy.. But he started it, so it isn't like I have anger issues..." She was very worried of the opinion that the girl would have on her as she admitted having fought someone prior to this meeting. After telling her story she took a drink of her warm milk and sighed with contempt.
The woman seemed to notice someone, but Harveste opted to ignore whatever it was. Instead, she smiled softly when asked how she knew what she did, a nervous laugh leaving her grin. "My family is fairly clumsy, and my dad's been using a special honey for years. All honey can be used, really, but the really good stuff is the kind made from honeys that feed on tea tree. That stuff's called 'manuka' honey, and it's the best antibacterial you can get from nature, or so I was taught." Blabbering was her strong suit, but shutting up was certainly one too. She stopped and struggled not to gape when the stranger showed her roughed up back, leaving Harveste to rather quickly help tend to washing them with the rags that were brought out, waiting for bandages as she did so with idle, rather stoic movements. "These are pretty bad wounds... I wouldn't have thought they were there until now, though. You really got roughed up bad, didn't you?" She sat quietly while continuing her treatment and listened patiently to the woman's story. She'd gotten into a fight with a mugger? That sounded pretty scary, but also fairly admirable in its own way. Not long after she was listening to the story did she feel a slight irritation take her ears. "I think you have plenty of feminine charm, and I just met you. I don't know where you get any other idea from on that. You shouldn't try to excite a mugger anyway. If he was gonna be bad, he got what was coming to him." Pondering as she started to prepare the bandages for the woman's back, she added a bit of curiosity to her words. "But what'd you do with him once he was knocked out?"
Ilya's eyes seemed to gain a humorous tint to them as the girl seemed eager enough to share a part of her own life. "You know... You should tell me more. I like learning about people. Do they have this 'manuka' honey here in Terrasphere as well? Is that the honey that you gave me? What is your family like apart from clumsy?" Ilya's face turned bright red as she realized how many questions she asked the girl in a row. "S-Sorry.. I did not mean to be so.. imposing..." Upon the girl making observations on Ilya's back, she shrugged. "The system should not have them there for too long. A night's rest should do the trick." All Ilya seemed to know how to do was punch her enemy. She had no real useful skills.. Meanwhile this girl has honey, and a knowledgeable mind.. I admire her. As the girl then began to lecture Ilya, her cat ears pinned against her head. "S-sometimes.. My body and my mouth act before I can think straight..." Despite trying to excuse her prior behavior, Ilya still felt like a small kitten being reprimanded by a mother. Ilya's tail stilled from the flicking it had been doing as the girl asked about what she had done with the man. "It all happened so fast.. I can't remember whether I left him there or moved him.." Ilya certainly was not lying as she told the girl she had no idea. That is actually a very good question.. What did happen.. All I remember is ending up sitting here... Ilya groaned lightly, "Sometimes I get into this.. state.. Of likes, I end up forgetting things and not being able to remember events that occured.." Ilya looked at the food, Perhaps restoring some energy and health will help.. She took a bite of the seafood, and her ears lifted off her head out of content. Her gaze rested on the bandages as they were set in front of the girl. Ilya chewed and swallowed before speaking up. "By the way.. What is your name? I am Ilya." As soon as Ilya introduced herself, her mind went spiraling back to the time she was in Dunnstads... Eya-Kitty....
Timidity caught her throat as she felt the uncanny tension of too many questions to answer in a short time. Ilya was reminding her of herself, in a way- or at least, her tendency to be so curious she sputtered every thought in a single breath, often leading others to be uneasy about her constant questions and quizzical eyes. In a way, she admired the woman's thirst for knowledge- but it felt strange being on the giving side of it. Normally, she just was asking more than she could bare to hold back. It was kind of nice playing the teacher, she had to admit! "This is just common honey, I think. They don't really tell you what the bees make their honey from, what plants they gather pollen from. But... All honey can really be used like this, from what I was taught. Manuka's just high class stuff that's insanely expensive. You can find special bandages with it imbued in the pad at places like CVS. You'll see what I mean if you do." Finishing up with the wounds on the redhead's back, Harveste turned so her body was facing the bar once more- even if her head certainly wasn't. "It's true we heal pretty well over time here, but... I've died once, and it's still painful while you're injured. I didn't even put my sensors on full blast, and it was excruciating to me. I can't imagine those wounds being comfortable no matter what level, you know?" A laugh dipped in anxiety, her lips curling around her cup of milk to sip away the tension. Warm milk had a way of soothing the mind and the soul- meaning it was a great remedy for someone normally riddled with fear beyond all comprehension. "I understand memory lapses. To be honest, I go through them myself. But in this case... I would say it's not surprising no matter who it is, you know? In the heat of the moment, we're rarely fully conscious of our actions- and even if we are... It's fight or flight, you know?" It was then that she was reminded of something she'd well forgotten herself. This woman had to tell her she didn't mention her name! I love names, how did I miss that opportunity in the first place? Her face was lit with a mixture of interest and embarrassment, a reddish glow on her cheeks. "I'm Harveste. Ilya's a really nice name... Mind telling me more about it? How you chose it, I mean. I hope I don't sound odd asking, and you can tell me if I do. I just... really like names, actually. And it's such a pretty one, I can't help wanting to know more, y'know?"
As the sticky, yet cool honey touched Ilya's back, she could not help but let out a sigh of comfort. It for sure helped Ilya's back ease from the pain. She herself had wanted to make the game as life-like as possible. Having set her pain meter in between the "real" stage and the "fantasy" 'i barely feel pain' stage. Therefore, as her adrenaline wore off, Ilya could feel the stinging on the wounds on her back. Ilya's own pain flew to the back of her mind as the girl began speaking to her about the honey. A grin formed on her face as she listened, "I wish I were as smart as you... You know so much, and it is not useless things like what I know. I merely know how to speak and how to make tea.. And... other... things." Ilya grew a bit discomforted as her own words had made her fall into a spiral of thoughts of her real life. Terrasphere lets me become a whole new me.. I cannot let my real self stop me from doing things I want to do here... Ilya took a sip of the milk in her glass and a bite of the seafood. Her eating was interrupted by the words of the girl.. "I've died once..." It brought a whole new set of questions upon Ilya's mind.. Ones that she felt fill her entire mind, fueling her body.. Turning the gears in her head.. "If you do not mind me asking.. What was dying like? How did you die, and what penalties took place?" This time, Ilya left a bit of time in between her questions, as to not overwhelm the girl. "Sorry if I might be overwhelming you... Or annoying you.." Her ears pinned against her head once again as she felt her own self-doubt fill her... "Curiosity killed the cat..." Ilya this time mumbled to herself.. The name of the helpful, honey-keeping girl was revealed.. Harveste... I like it. A charming laugh came out of Ilya's mouth as she asked her of her name's origin. "I might ask you the same thing! What about your own name?" Ilya's tail flicked with contempt as she began her own story of the origin of her name. "Ilya is what my very first friend nicknamed me on the very frist game I played. It kind of is a different entity than the life I live in the real world. It is sort of, a new beginning. As the definition, Ilya means 'My God is Yahu' although I use my name based on the urban defenition of it. 'The sole embodiment of intelligence and beauty.' It is generally used to describe someone who has good manners. It reminds me to be the best I can be, to suit this new name I have emodied."
Being told something like envy over her intellect was a bit unnerving to the smaller of the two. For as long as she could remember, Harveste wasn't actually that confident in her smarts. Sure, she knew some stuff, but most of it wasn't really handy outside of random character development when she wrote. Other things she just knew out of necessity, such as the honey. Waving her hand a bit with a timid laugh, she mused an awkward reply. "I doubt I'm as smart as you make me out to be. I just know a thing or two. I bet you know lots of things I don't, too. Isn't that part of the fun of meeting people?" It was part of it, wasn't it? Or did the sprite clearly have a misapprehension about why people socialized in the first place? "Death is... I guess it depends on how you die, potentially. I died in a church- as ironic as that feels. I think it was some sort of poltergeist that got me, but to be totally honest, I was so shocked I died that I didn't even really pay heed to how..." Still, there was plenty to tell despite that part. She'd do the best she could, as a storyteller. "When I woke up, I was in a strange darkness to me... And there was a goddess agreeing to give me a new life. She said I could change my face if I wanted... But no matter what, if I revived, I'd have to pay a price. When I woke up in my own body, I suddenly had an intense fear of anything related to religion. I found out that death afflictions are temporary, and tend to relate to how we die. My girlfriend- I heard one time, she died and got gynophobia because she was killed by a whacked out woman. Sometimes it's not a phobia, though, and some people don't bother getting it healed. If you want it healed, it costs a grand paid to the goddess. No matter what, she always will ask you not to return to her, but... I know that some people are revived a lot of times, or so the rumors say. I don't know how that works at all, though." She shook her head as she finished her citation of the events and what she knew, as little as she realized it was. Sipping again, she found her pallet moistened quite easily by the added sugar making her salivate. It was a nice change from cotton mouth she knew well. She took her time listening to Ilya and her name's background, intrigue clouding her eyes as she tried to take note of each word like a record. "I think I'd prefer the urban definition as well. Those can be quite fun comparatively. My name... Well, to be honest, I think when I first started using it half a dozen years ago, maybe more... It was because I usually used 'Harvester Berry' or something similar as a name on MMOs. Some games I tried to use that in didn't like more than eight characters, so I just lazily cut it off. It was because I love berries and have always admired the concept of harvest sprites. It's kind of silly, isn't it? But... Even if it is, I'm still pretty happy with it, in the end. Not as much as yours, though. I like the fact you use yours as a reminder to be of good intentions and kindness. And it's suitable too. You are, after all, very pretty."
Ilya had yet to experience death, yet she was sure that at some point she would indeed be a victim of it's unrelenting cold grasp. As the story unfolded before her, the intense feelings of longing were causing her to be lost with an unforgettable feeling of wanting to understand Harveste's own experience. One thing I lack.. May I be given a mind to understand, and a heart to receive... Ilya knew beyond a doubt, without a bat of her eyelash that she, herself, would one day understand the implications that death brought along with it. The pain that death would cause.. "I heard a rumor of a death affliction.. I presume that your fear of religion is the price to pay? Yet, I am once again here to assume that it is different, and based on the way you die.. The times you die.. And the system randomly selects it?" Ilya rested her hand on her own chin. She had only just finished her own meal and cup of milk. She did not ask for more, as she felt much better. The small scratches on her face had started to close up. Her health was almost full, as the boost that the meal gave her. I must admit. I appreciate this world. I can eat what in real life I never would have been allowed... That was one of Ilya's many inspirations to play the game. In the real world her own life had been spared from much pain, she had been born with everything she needed, and all of her comforts had been guaranteed. Yet in her own life, she never would move forward. She would relish on the fact that she felt confined. She indeed did not feel free in the slightest, like she should. The life she lived was not hers. "Forget your dreams and do as your told".. That was as she was raised. She was to inherit her family wealth, and she had. She was to continue the family name... Roberts Inc. The one thing that held her own wealth in the real world. It was not as if Ilya had to continue it, as over her parent's years they had accumulated enough wealth to last her whole lifetime.. But she could not leave the ideals her parents had fought to keep. The game gave her the strength she had been missing, the confidence that had yet to soar. Here, she could determine her own future. She could be "armed and ready".. Her own dreams and dedication would be a powerful combination when she decided on what exactly her dreams were.. Do I really just want to gain everything by effort...? Harveste seemed to make her question her own values and goals in her life in Terrasphere.. Could the world hear her efforts? Would they reward her? What would she do after? They were all questions Ilya felt burning in her vast mind. Shaking herself out of her thoughts, I will dwell on it all later.. "Your name is very beautiful as well. One to fit who you are." This time, Ilya left the next conversation ideal to be up to the girl.
"You presume correctly," Harveste explained in a surprisingly short response. She'd been watching a bit too much as Ilya was thinking before, and was trying to hide her staring moment by watching her milk as she replied instead. "I don't know how the affliction is selected, but it seems like it generally has to do with how you die, yes. On the plus side, there's a way to alleviate it, as I noted. It takes a while, but it's worth it, I think. I'm glad I can enter places like graveyards and chapels again. They're really good for inspiration, don't you think?" A soft giggle, a gentle movement to get the hair out of her face from her downward glance at the counter. She was used to worrying, of course- but she'd been playing to try to fight that, so her timidity was just getting in her way again, in her mind. The world was neither her enemy or her friend- it was a stranger she was still figuring out. Oh, how she both loved and hated figuring it out. "You know... You seem like the creative sort to me. Would I be right in assuming that? I just think that because... well, for starters, it's rare I meet people who know the meaning behind a name. While people choose their handles for different reasons, the name meaning is usually only part of it, I find, if the person is of a creative nature." Somehow or another, she felt her words came out rudely. She glanced to Ilya again, finding her stare strong but unable to be moved so easily this time around. She tapped the counter idly, a piano movement of her fingers making her feel a bit less uneasy being so still with her eyes. "I'm just curious to know if we have that in common. You're an intelligent girl, I can tell. You're inquisitive, thirsty to learn new things as much as you can. I just wonder what fuels your curiosity, I guess. Because mine's fueled too, by you."
Curiosity and wonder filled Ilya's body as she asked her next question, "Alleviate it. How?!" Curiosity killed the cat. Although it was not Ilya's fault that she was so curious, it was the fault of not having enough knowledge. Whenever Ilya encountered something she knew nothing of she would ask questions, or experience it for herself. In this case, it was much safer to ask questions, which was part of the reason she was so enthralled. The other was that Harveste was just a good person. Ilya would not mind being a close friend of the woman in front of her. She was not only nice, but exceptionally knowledgeable, and she had not only an exceptionally beautiful exterior but her personality was of excessive beauty as well. The giggle that had escaped Harveste's mouth made Ilya want to coo out of how adorable it was. Matched with the gentle nudge of the hair in her face, Harveste instantly had Ilya wrapped around her finger. "Creative? Yes.. I suppose I am, I love coming up with new ideas..." Ilya felt the question resonate her soul, indeed she loved expressing her creativity in the most creative ways possible.. No pun intended. "Are you?" Ilya realized how useless her question was as Harveste seemed to answer right away, unaware of her having asked the question. "Names make me happy too, I like origins and everything.." The tone of Harveste's voice had came off as quite rude, yet Ilya knew she probably did not mean it. Almost nothing would ruin her own thoughts of her newfound companion. "It is fueled by me?" Ilya was at a loss for words, "Why?" Setting her hands into her lap, Ilya looked at the floor, "As for me.. The unknown is no fear of mine.. I just.. I love learning. Learning things I otherwise do not know of.. It sort of. Inspires me.."
That was strange as a question, Harveste thought. Hadn't she already mentioned that giant fine she had to pay to be able to return to holy ground without wanting to die from panic? "You give to the Goddess of Death one-thousand gold. With that, she will alleviate the suffering you've faced from your penalty... For one only. I hear if you die again, you'll get another affliction and have to do it all over." Her gentle smile had become less awkward, her internal racing mind finally slowing down a slight bit- perhaps because of how soothing warmed milk could be on the body and spirit. When Ilya agreed to being creative, she clapped slightly, glad to be right. Her childish antics were innate, but the moment she noticed this, she wanted to hide. Good thing she hadn't quite caught on yet that she was being cooed over for tiny cuteness. "I'm a writer," She soon explained. "Well, in our world I am. Here I'm a nature sprite. But at home... I write, edit, things like that. I've always loved stories... And whether it's small or large, I always find something in this world to spark a new one in my mind." Her words were laced with a mild discontent- likely in her own self. Ilya mentioned not fearing the unknown, which had made the Faerin pout slightly. "I'm afraid of a lot more than the unknown. To be honest, I'm just really easily scared. You should've seen me the first time I went to my girlfriend's house..." Wait, this wasn't the place to talk about personal things, and not about real people either. Well, even if she stopped short, it should manage, right? There was more to talk about anyway! "The origins of names are one of my favorite things about them. There are some really amazing names out there that aren't really used anymore, but their meanings were so special, you know?" Giggles returning, her cheer surely back to average if not above average levels. It was a good change of subject. Especially with Ilya's surprise about the intrigue she was feeling. "Well it's not often someone asks me similar questions as I'd ask normally, you know? Someone with a curiosity to know the background of all sorts of things... It's not like I never meet someone who does, but it's not something that happens regularly either, you know? So it's really fun when I do, and really intriguing too. Makes me want to learn even more."
So that is what she meant by price to pay.. And that is the only way to alleviate any kind of feelings you might concur by the affiliation.. "I am sorry, you said that prior.. I was just curious if there was a separate way to alleviate the feelings.. And one thousand.. That is the price.. Hmm..." Ilya's mind thought to how hard it had been to obtain gold thus far. How could you easily come across one thousand gold pieces?! Ilya frowned ever so slightly before the girl went on about her own life. "You are a writer! Oh my goodness! I have always admired writers. They seem to be so knowledgeable. I could never write like they could.. I cannot ever seem to get actual words onto paper, my own creativity is more of an artistic drawing style. Along with exploring and innovating new ideas into play...." Ilya's own voice faltered as she thought of her own life.. "For my own real life job.. I HAVE to be good at coming up with new ideas and other stuff..." Upon fearing the nature sprite speak her own fears, Ilya smiled comfortingly at her. "You know.. I can be here if you are scared." Ilya's face took on one of determination, "While you are a nature sprite.. I can punch my way through everything, and I have a sharp mind to determine when punching is the right way to go about things... Apart from the incident today.. I may have not slept well last night..." Ilya grinned, "What was it like to go there for the first time?" Ilya only wanted to hear more as the girl spoke. As Ilya heard about the curiosity the girl held for her. With a wide grin she nodded in agreement, "I totally feel that! The wide range of curiosity mixes for some exciting knowledge and intriguing conversations to be held!"
Nodding simply when she had explained the situation and understood that, well, she was understood, Harveste merely watched and listened as Ilya moved on to show excitement over her career and spoke only vaguely of her own. She needs to be good with new ideas... But she also likes to draw? That's pretty interesting, though, isn't it? Still, she wanted to know more. To know more, she'd give more. "You say we're amazing, but I really don't think I am. I mean, being able to draw is a really amazing talent of its own too, to me- and I can't draw for my life. Pretty sure an infant could draw a better image than I can of just about anything. For me, words were always easier... If they're on paper. Honestly, speaking isn't my forte at all, on the other hand." A soft laugh left her as she tried to remember her last conversation with just about anyone. How many times had she had to re-explain herself? "I want to know more about what you do now," She mused softly, admitting her intrigue with wide eyes. "You have to come up with ideas a lot... Are you an inventor or something?" It wasn't long after that Ilya tried to get details on something she'd already said- something that, unfortunately, she'd wanted to avoid talking about. At least she wouldn't go into details. "I'm kind of a hermit, you could say. And she lives in a big city, so..." Yeah, that was what made it scary. She'd say it was that, anyway. There had been plenty of other awkward things to be scared of, but that was all for now that she'd say. Other players and whatnot being involved and all. Luckily for her, not too much later were they returning to conversations of easier topics for her- such as curiosity and where it led, whether for good or for bad. "Actually, mixing curiosities is really fun. One of my favorite threads on writer forums is the most recent searches we've done for researching for stories. It's amazing, the things you come to learn for a story. I bet it's that way for pictures, too. If you're someone who needs a visual stimulus, wouldn't you need to find pictures of your topic? Some things vary a lot, after all, so..."
