6. Wisely spent time... (Revan)
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05-15-2011, 02:37 AM
Niesara
Nisa wandered back in from her morning sweep of the gardens. It had been a few days since her arrival and her routine was beginning to set it.
Every evening she ran in the area around the Keep. Sometimes within the Keep itself. She was learning the floor plans as well as the grounds.
Sometimes, late at night, the dark haired beauty could be found on the roof writing in the journal she kept. She knew datapads and personal recorders were available, but there was something almost therapeutic about placing a writing utensil to parchment and scribbling without programs to check your spelling or grammar. Or even a program to tell you that the events you were relaying were not factual. She remembered her assignments in school. She would be writing about some planet or city or war and suddenly the staccato sexless voice would tell her some sentence she had created was incorrect. A date was wrong, or some person wasn't actually in said place. It troubled her... No, pen to paper was the best.
In the early morning hours, one could find her in the gardens around the large central rose bush. It was here she had truly become part of the family. Here that a rose fell from grace in a lesson hardest learned. That one cannot force change or quicken knowledge. And to kill for no gain, was pointless. Sure, if you killed for a greater good it was all right. But the rose that had gone to ashes in her hand, or the one following it that had merely withered and blackened, had died for no purpose. She had quickly been called to task on such a useless waste and had sworn from that moment on to see to the garden as payment for her lapse. She would see to it the garden never suffered needlessly again.
Today, as she wandered back to the steady coolness of what she now called home, she decided to head down a lesser known hallway. She had gleaned from the staff that Lord Revan was down this one particular hall. She hoped it was late enough that she would not waken him and early enough to catch him before some important event of the day claimed him.
Not barefoot this time, though often she was, her soft boots echoed as nearly silent bumps to the floor of the Keep. While she made no noise it was not hard for those aware, to take notice of her. Her racing heart, shifting clothing and boots were not all that gave her away. The constant practice of trying to maintain and blank mind was almost an audible shout of newness and untrained skill to those who listened for such things. She had been called to task for nearly shouting mentally on her early morning arrival here and tried her best to keep her thoughts silent since that morning. She doubted it was going well.
Turning the final corner she headed towards Revan's door and wondered if it would be open or she would have to make the decision to knock. Her pace slowed as she ran her hands over her hair, her blouse and her hips, smoothing invisible wrinkles and hoping she wouldn't appear looking like some orphaned waif. She had a question to ask... a boon to seek.... she only hoped her voice and words did her thoughts justice. After all, a stammering child was rarely taken seriously.
***
06-15-2011, 08:13 PM
Revan
“Come in.” He called through the door to his awaiting guest. His Force Sensitivity was the only thing he needed to inform him someone waited outside, and judging by the presence he felt, she wouldn’t be too surprised by being found out before she even knocked on the door. He assumed she would enter given his invitation, and so he busied himself with rubbing a towel against his head and in particular his brown hair.
“Always a welcome start to any day, when I wake up to a woman’s presence.” He playfully added. The towel was tossed aside, and a white long sleeve taken up and pulled on, loosely resting against his torso without the ties done and bottom hem tucked in. “To what do I owe the pleasure of this visit? Company? A request? Or news?”
***
Nisa
06-17-2011, 10:01 PM
Nisa heard the voice a moment before her hand rose. Remembering that she was 'heard' by others on the first night she was here. She bit her lip and opened the door as she tried to imagine a hard stone table in her mind. But as he commented about a woman in the morning, the image was lost and her mind whispered towards him, "Then perhaps I should knock every morning." She instantly snapped the table back in place. A table covering all thoughts. Seeing his face covered with the towel as she rubbed his hair gave her a moment to compose herself and drink in the sight of him. His body was nearly perfect in her eyes. The slight scars she saw seemed long healed, for the most part, but only added to his realness.
“I, it's me, Niesara, Lord Revan.” She heard her voice crack a moment, then stood straighter and composed herself swiftly. “Forgive the early morning intrusion.” She watched him don the shirt and smiled pleasantly. Stone table, stone table, stone table... “I came to ask a boon of you if I may. I don't know anyone in the manor yet, and I truly want to learn. Will I be out of place to ask you to teach me some till someone takes me as apprentice? I mean... if you aren't too busy. I am sure you have lots of commitments and don't need to be bothered with me, but I mean, just to start with so I don't feel helpless and useless wandering the gardens.” She suddenly stopped and bit her lip. She was rambling again and her hands were suddenly playing and twisting between one another instead of being clasped calmly before her.
***
Revan
06-23-2011, 04:42 PM
“Not every morning. Often times I have that female companionship when I wake up, and it doesn’t come in the form of someone knocking on my door in the early hours.” He answered her mental suggestion, even if it hadn’t been intentional. “Nor would I dream of asking someone to wake up early every morning just to stop by, far easier if you find yourself here the evening before.” His way of flirtation was so casual. Not said with any form of smirk, and barely even said with eye contact. Instead during the whole time he sat on his bed and pulled on his boots.
With his second boot pulled on, his hands settled upon his knee, the positioning evolving to the point where his elbows found themselves instead on place, and his scratchy chin settled into his hands. “Teach you? I could manage that.” She’d only asked for a mentor, and it was within his personal policy to not turn down those willing to learn, unless they asked to be his Apprentice and he deemed them unworthy of the title. “I think one of the first things you need to learn is a touch of mental self control.”
***
Nisa
06-23-2011, 05:00 PM
“But I never...” She bit her lip blushing and suddenly found her fingertips extremely fascinating. He had read her mind. As he suggested showing up the night before, as if he were saying the garden was outside, it occurred to her that perhaps he was merely teasing her. Surely he couldn't see that much in her to make the offer seriously. She took a deep breath, tried to compose herself and looked back up at him as he spoke of being willing to teach her.
As he mentioned her mental self control, it wasn't a blush of embarrassment that colored her cheeks this time, it was the fire of anger in her eyes that lit her face instead. She dropped her hands and suddenly wasn't fidgeting as much. It seemed to add several years to her appearance. “I apologize. I should have remembered my first night here. I would like that very much. No point in embarrassing myself mentally before I can do so in physical form.” She raised an eyebrow trying to make a jest, but her mind still reeled with the thought of how she needed to control her thoughts before she found herself back on the steps unworthy of further training.
Niesara
Nisa wandered back in from her morning sweep of the gardens. It had been a few days since her arrival and her routine was beginning to set it.
Every evening she ran in the area around the Keep. Sometimes within the Keep itself. She was learning the floor plans as well as the grounds.
Sometimes, late at night, the dark haired beauty could be found on the roof writing in the journal she kept. She knew datapads and personal recorders were available, but there was something almost therapeutic about placing a writing utensil to parchment and scribbling without programs to check your spelling or grammar. Or even a program to tell you that the events you were relaying were not factual. She remembered her assignments in school. She would be writing about some planet or city or war and suddenly the staccato sexless voice would tell her some sentence she had created was incorrect. A date was wrong, or some person wasn't actually in said place. It troubled her... No, pen to paper was the best.
In the early morning hours, one could find her in the gardens around the large central rose bush. It was here she had truly become part of the family. Here that a rose fell from grace in a lesson hardest learned. That one cannot force change or quicken knowledge. And to kill for no gain, was pointless. Sure, if you killed for a greater good it was all right. But the rose that had gone to ashes in her hand, or the one following it that had merely withered and blackened, had died for no purpose. She had quickly been called to task on such a useless waste and had sworn from that moment on to see to the garden as payment for her lapse. She would see to it the garden never suffered needlessly again.
Today, as she wandered back to the steady coolness of what she now called home, she decided to head down a lesser known hallway. She had gleaned from the staff that Lord Revan was down this one particular hall. She hoped it was late enough that she would not waken him and early enough to catch him before some important event of the day claimed him.
Not barefoot this time, though often she was, her soft boots echoed as nearly silent bumps to the floor of the Keep. While she made no noise it was not hard for those aware, to take notice of her. Her racing heart, shifting clothing and boots were not all that gave her away. The constant practice of trying to maintain and blank mind was almost an audible shout of newness and untrained skill to those who listened for such things. She had been called to task for nearly shouting mentally on her early morning arrival here and tried her best to keep her thoughts silent since that morning. She doubted it was going well.
Turning the final corner she headed towards Revan's door and wondered if it would be open or she would have to make the decision to knock. Her pace slowed as she ran her hands over her hair, her blouse and her hips, smoothing invisible wrinkles and hoping she wouldn't appear looking like some orphaned waif. She had a question to ask... a boon to seek.... she only hoped her voice and words did her thoughts justice. After all, a stammering child was rarely taken seriously.
***
06-15-2011, 08:13 PM
Revan
“Come in.” He called through the door to his awaiting guest. His Force Sensitivity was the only thing he needed to inform him someone waited outside, and judging by the presence he felt, she wouldn’t be too surprised by being found out before she even knocked on the door. He assumed she would enter given his invitation, and so he busied himself with rubbing a towel against his head and in particular his brown hair.
“Always a welcome start to any day, when I wake up to a woman’s presence.” He playfully added. The towel was tossed aside, and a white long sleeve taken up and pulled on, loosely resting against his torso without the ties done and bottom hem tucked in. “To what do I owe the pleasure of this visit? Company? A request? Or news?”
***
Nisa
06-17-2011, 10:01 PM
Nisa heard the voice a moment before her hand rose. Remembering that she was 'heard' by others on the first night she was here. She bit her lip and opened the door as she tried to imagine a hard stone table in her mind. But as he commented about a woman in the morning, the image was lost and her mind whispered towards him, "Then perhaps I should knock every morning." She instantly snapped the table back in place. A table covering all thoughts. Seeing his face covered with the towel as she rubbed his hair gave her a moment to compose herself and drink in the sight of him. His body was nearly perfect in her eyes. The slight scars she saw seemed long healed, for the most part, but only added to his realness.
“I, it's me, Niesara, Lord Revan.” She heard her voice crack a moment, then stood straighter and composed herself swiftly. “Forgive the early morning intrusion.” She watched him don the shirt and smiled pleasantly. Stone table, stone table, stone table... “I came to ask a boon of you if I may. I don't know anyone in the manor yet, and I truly want to learn. Will I be out of place to ask you to teach me some till someone takes me as apprentice? I mean... if you aren't too busy. I am sure you have lots of commitments and don't need to be bothered with me, but I mean, just to start with so I don't feel helpless and useless wandering the gardens.” She suddenly stopped and bit her lip. She was rambling again and her hands were suddenly playing and twisting between one another instead of being clasped calmly before her.
***
Revan
06-23-2011, 04:42 PM
“Not every morning. Often times I have that female companionship when I wake up, and it doesn’t come in the form of someone knocking on my door in the early hours.” He answered her mental suggestion, even if it hadn’t been intentional. “Nor would I dream of asking someone to wake up early every morning just to stop by, far easier if you find yourself here the evening before.” His way of flirtation was so casual. Not said with any form of smirk, and barely even said with eye contact. Instead during the whole time he sat on his bed and pulled on his boots.
With his second boot pulled on, his hands settled upon his knee, the positioning evolving to the point where his elbows found themselves instead on place, and his scratchy chin settled into his hands. “Teach you? I could manage that.” She’d only asked for a mentor, and it was within his personal policy to not turn down those willing to learn, unless they asked to be his Apprentice and he deemed them unworthy of the title. “I think one of the first things you need to learn is a touch of mental self control.”
***
Nisa
06-23-2011, 05:00 PM
“But I never...” She bit her lip blushing and suddenly found her fingertips extremely fascinating. He had read her mind. As he suggested showing up the night before, as if he were saying the garden was outside, it occurred to her that perhaps he was merely teasing her. Surely he couldn't see that much in her to make the offer seriously. She took a deep breath, tried to compose herself and looked back up at him as he spoke of being willing to teach her.
As he mentioned her mental self control, it wasn't a blush of embarrassment that colored her cheeks this time, it was the fire of anger in her eyes that lit her face instead. She dropped her hands and suddenly wasn't fidgeting as much. It seemed to add several years to her appearance. “I apologize. I should have remembered my first night here. I would like that very much. No point in embarrassing myself mentally before I can do so in physical form.” She raised an eyebrow trying to make a jest, but her mind still reeled with the thought of how she needed to control her thoughts before she found herself back on the steps unworthy of further training.