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    But Oh, if I could save the earth -- just one space in time/ I thought that wisdom would be mine: love, and purity...

    ((TW: depression))

    Imagine dear readers, a blank, dull, pointless, overcast sky. There are no warbles, no dips or waves or variations. The sky here is featureless. There is no respite, for the plains stretch on and on, laden only with browned, soggy grass that pokes sharply whatever lies upon it.

    Lorialette sat on a bench in the dappled shade of fiercely flowering trees, her harp lovingly but pointlessly wrapped in an old worn cloth and settled between her drawn-up legs and her stomach. Her arms wrapped around her legs, body quaking silently while the world went on around her: the laughter, conversation, and even jeers in the square had direction. But her mind was not colourful today. No, today it sat in a dull, despairing hybernation, flat. Grey, brown, with neither cold of that flat plain nor the warmth of this beautiful summer day. That was the worst. There was just nothing.

    Yet it was everything, too -- her eyes as grey as that cold sky glazed over cobbled stones, children playing mumblety-peg, a fountain, scholars hunched over books, flowers, bold greenery and gardens, and she knew they were all beautiful, but the feelings associated with them were replaced with feelings of pointlessness.

    Earlier she had played some music, but had stopped before her throat could constrict with unhappy tears. She had walked, but nothing came of it. Thoughts of her dearly departed parents caused anxiety, her music felt empty, cats were making her cry, and yes, even the thought of her beloved Kupselion inspired nothingness within her. All those things she normally loved and adored, things which caused excitement and bright smiles, only made her feel more miserable for the aching hollowness of it all.

    Pleasure. What was the point when you were simply going to shrivel up and die someday anyway? What was the point of life? Death, even? No thoughts of suicide crossed her mind because that too was meaningless and wouldn't make the misery go away. Was there even an afterlife? Would she even enjoy it?

    She had come up with a veritable novel of reasons she felt so unhappy today, trying to solve the mystery and hopefully move on with her day, but her withering heart would not have it and there were no solutions. She hadn't slept well last night either, which certainly contributed, but the thought of sleep now made her panic, for whatever cock-and-bull reason.

    The muscles in her back and abdomen were aching horribly with shaking. She had breathed deeply until it subsided, but now all her anxiety was replaced with such depression that surely nothing would fix. Lori, an enthusiastic smoker, hadn't even touched her pipe. She sighed and dropped her face into her knees, her face screwing up with the effort not to weep in public.

    What was the point?

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    Darlen wandered, be it in a town in the trees or on the road he didn't know what else to do but wander most of the time. Now was no different, all through the town he bumbled his way around aimlessly. With light pockets and heavy shoulders he was hoping to find himself an area to just curl up for a night where he wouldn't need to worry about bandits out on the roads trying to rather roughly make a mess of his kidneys.

    Many people would move aside as he walked, he may not have been a wicked man but he didn't look to be the most friendly. The fact wasn't helped by his helm, looking like that of a man fresh from battle it made him look brutish and unrefined with dents dings and marks all across it's surface even rust coating the surface of it in places. Care helped but weeks out on the road without any proper oils or tools to fix or repair it left his helm and breastplate looking to be a mess of rust and damage.

    To him this was a normal day, he had been in the heat, and in the cold, the wet and the dry. To him this was a blessing, something that wasn't trying to hinder him for once. Even in the times when the road smelled sweet and clean from the recent rains the mud would cover his boots and cake his legs with one wrong step. In times when it was without rain for too long his through would crackle his voice a wheeze and his lips like the slag off of freshly forged steel. Cracking flaking and falling apart when moved and struck. But this was blissful nothingness, all the better he was in a town, a large one at that.

    Meandering into the square looking around at the various people, the children playing and people reading he continues on his path through. Finally dropping the pack with a loud clatter of its contents shifting and various metallic items giving the ground a sharp bwong he sits sliding the long linen wrapped object under the bench. With a small groan echoing a bit in his helm he leans back into the bench arching his back as much as his breastplate would allow.

    Turning to his fellow bench-patron he looks at her, from the outside looking quite strange with a downed plume and a helm over his head only the flesh of his wrist and a small area of his neck on either side. His head cocking to the side ever so slightly he shifts forwards a bit as if to look.

    Returning to sitting with his back pressed to the bench again upright and relaxing himself Darlen can't help but feel as if something was off. Reaching over and placing a hand on the girls shoulder he tightens it a bit and then lets it go dropping his arm back to his leg.

    “Little miss somethings not quite right is it?” He questions his voice dropped and echoed somewhat comically by the steel between her and his mouth giving it a metallic almost robotic tone.
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    But Oh, if I could save the earth -- just one space in time/ I thought that wisdom would be mine: love, and purity...

    So deep in wallowing misery was she, that she didn't even notice the clanking and clanging right next to her -- or, perhaps she did, but it didn't register. It didn't matter. Probably a trader, or traveler, or pots and pans, or...

    ...her curiosity getting the better of her, Lorialette peeked beneath her arm at her new benchmate and was astonished in spite of herself: people were staring at him (her??), eyes and sunlight glinting off of metal obnoxiously. Perhaps, had she been in a better state of mind, she may have taken the reflecting sun to be a statement of his virtue or somesuch... right now, she simply felt like a fool to even believe in such things, and buried her face again.

    A moment later, however, she was bowled over by the feeling of a hand upon her shoulder and looked up once more, this time in muted surprise. She fell a sentence behind when he spoke and simply looked at him for a few moments. What stranger, it occurred to her, would take the time to make such a gesture? Admittedly it unnerved her a little -- but she understood the sentiment behind the action. By this she was comforted, even if only a bit: a tuft of grass began to green again.

    Not quite right... She pondered his words with uncharacteristic thoughtfulness, watching the fountain in the square sparkle. "I suppose that depends on what right is supposed to be... yesterday I might have thought laughter was the only right..." It sounded weak even to her own ears, and she leaned her chin upon one of her knees. "Or... I don't know. What do you think?"
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    With a shift he leans back into the bench and up into the sky his hand patting her shoulder a bit rough for someone of her stature but natural to him. He really couldn't tell her if something wasn't right he could only help her to realize it and to correct it for her. He didn't know her history or her thoughts he only knew her surface emotion and her body language. Even if Darlen could have known everything with a single brush against the person he still had no way of dictating to them what was and wasn't right.

    ”My thoughts aren't yours miss... I feel something has gone amiss but I do not know what it is nor how to fix it... And even if I could a messy patch work from the outside is not what one needs... To plug a hole in a barrel it works best to do it from the inside...” he rambles seeming half helpful half like a lunatic, ”I laughter is both right and wrong... The reason for it is what dictates it... It isn't the action itself that should move you... The sentiment behind it should drive you... A laugh can be with you, for you, at you. It can be wicked, it can be hearty... You need to look below the surface...” Darlen starts to come to a point in his ranting.

    Stopping to let his point sink in he takes a small rag from his pack beginning to rub and wipe mud and filth from his armor before continuing. ”Now don't fret over the actions or their meanings all the time... It will get you nowhere... All you need to do is find something that puts a warmth in your heart, a fire in your stomach, it doesn't matter what turn you use for it... You need to find a drive... For some it is simple. Love, Life, Happiness, A certain person. For others it comes with more complexities... A group that disagrees to be together happily, no mater how hard the person tries he cannot have his happiness without ruining the happiness of others... To me that is wrong... But I cannot Persecute such a man as he means nothing wrong of it... He merely wants to bring happiness to the others... There is a grey area with all things nothing is fully right nothing fully wrong...” He offers more and then laughs shaking his head. ”Almighty I'm barely into my 20s and I'm sounding like my grandfather...” He chortles echoed and made metallic in his helmet as he starts to laugh at his own words.

    Darlen shifts and turns to face the girl a small smile hidden under the metal covering his head. ”I'm sorry I must sound like a mad man... Ranting about how I can't tell you and then telling you things... If I wasn't so daft I'd blame my own Naivety on trying to be a wise man who is young enough to be in school still...” He stops and then stretches looking into the sky again just watching the clouds idly as he waits to be told to get his head checked or something else for his mad mans rant.
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    But Oh, if I could save the earth -- just one space in time/ I thought that wisdom would be mine: love, and purity...

    I must sound like a mad man... Lorialette could only smile with the irony, not unkindly. It had been quite a tangent, but it hadn't been unwelcome -- anything to get out of her own head for a little while. "We're all mad here." She reassured him, helplessly.

    But his words made her think, about whether or not, by these tokens, she had been right or wrong to have done some of the things she had done in her life. It was subjective, many people said so, and this fellow was another. It only seemed to add to the validity of the idea, though as always Lori was unsure of her own actions and thoughts. Her mind drifted back to Lady Haven for the first time in ages.

    Haven had made her miserable -- had ruined everything, castrated her soul, fed her on hollow day-to-day existence. Because of her, the ebullient Saille Siofra had become the loony Lorialette, her mind and body ravaged by drugs and trained to love her tormentor. Because of her, she would never be the same. The life she should have had had not slipped through her fingers, but she herself had handed it away with a piece of her heart, and when she had killed the woman, she killed that part of herself as well. It would never be seen again. Had it been right to do? Could she have not just tried a little harder, one more time, to flee without harming anyone, without burning the house to the ground? If she hadn't, would she still be there?

    All Haven had wanted, as this man beside her had alluded, was happiness. She had sought her happiness in stealing another's -- but still, Lorialette felt that could never justify her murder. She had not taken her life back as she'd thought. She just took someone else's.

    Her throat constricted and she focused on her new benchmate, forcing a smile to her face. "Don't worry, I know what you mean. I ramble too sometimes. Sometimes, we're just so full of words and thoughts that they come tumbling out... they all have to go somewhere." She sat up a little straighter, though her neck still hunched a little. She put out one of her hands to shake. "I'm Lori."
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    Laughter now erupted from under the helm, echoing in a metallic hum from inside with each heaving pulse of laughter. After a moment he relaxed back to normal, ”You know... I have rarely actually heard someone describe life so simply... We're all mad...” he repeats and sits a bit hunched over looking out at the kids around the fountain and the various people just wandering the square, some busy some lazing others somewhere in between, it only showed how right the girl was.

    Looking at his partner he can't help but sense tension some form of inner conflict, but he couldn't interfere with it, things that haunted you could only be fixed by you, no one on the outside could fully help you recover aside from support to continue it from the outside.

    Though his mind raced with the thoughts reminding him to keep out of her internal conflicts it only lasted a split second, nothing an onlooker could notice, half from the time it took half from the fact his head was encased in steel. It was a challenge to see someones emotion for most normally, but it was almost impossible when your view was blocked by a layer of tempered steel.

    Darlen nods and stretches, “I guess your right... For me it just build up until I feel as if I'm going to burst... And then I just rant like a mad man...” He mutters part of it was a reply but for the most part it was self reflection. He took a moment to notice the extended hand, with a quick movement he undoes a couple buckles up under the chain over his elbow, sliding the armor on his forearm off he reaches over and takes her hand. ”It's a pleasure to officially make your acquaintance Lori... Darlen” He replies shaking her hand firmly, his hand was nothing like hers, it was for one much larger, but it was covered in scars and wounds of various degrees, some were healing some looked as if they had just stopped bleeding the night before, all of them left scars and marks all dancing across his hands in various pin holes and streaks. His hands were rough, like bark or fine gravel caked with callouses and wear, even his forearm that showed above the hand had signs of wounds and marks but seemed to lose no function to it.
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    But Oh, if I could save the earth -- just one space in time/ I thought that wisdom would be mine: love, and purity...

    His hand dwarfed hers, and the difference between the two of them was readily apparent: this was a man of physical power, had likely spent his life working, fighting, and working some more; she had spent hers milling about without aim, plucking strings and dancing. It was an enjoyable life, carefree and harmless, but what good was it doing anyone, really? Once upon a time she would have felt that her stories and songs were enough to inspire, but during the time she had spent with influential, well-known and well-connected people, the tales all now felt empty and dishonest. Who was she to preach to others when she herself hadn't done anything noteworthy? There was only one person in the world she seemed to make a difference to: one person who would stand over her grave and mourn her passing, one person to inscribe her name and remember her. The thought chilled her heart. Had there really been a time when there was no one at all? Would she be the nameless, loony, pale bard forever? She suddenly found she couldn't bear the thought of anonymity. Worse still, of a life lived solely for herself.

    The feeling of cold emptiness coupled with curiosity about this Darlen, particularly the way the sun glinted off of his helm and shrouded his head in a kind of halo Lori was certain wasn't completely physical. The cold abated somewhat in its glow. Little by little her posture straightened -- it wasn't perfect yet, but it was certainly better than it had been a few minutes ago, and the pain of her bunched-up muscles became an afterthought. Once more she wrapped her arms around her knees, and in that moment a glimmer of her old self was promisingly reborn in her desire not just for a tale, but to know more about someone personally. Not all good stories, she would later reflect, were epic tales.

    "You have a lot of scars," She noted aloud, stating the obvious. "Where do you get them all? What do you do?"
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    Leaning back on the bench Darlen looks to the square and the people that seemed to pay no mind to him any more. Looking to his compatriot he shifts and stands to stretch his legs undoing the straps holding the plates over his arms in place. Slipping one then the other off he exposes his arm to the sun white lines tracing along it some almost invisible and others marking him like a brand with wide and mangled. Darlen holds a hand out to the girl shifting.

    “Lorialette, lets go somewhere less crowded... You can stretch your legs some and get the stiffness out... Is there an area with hedges or something, I prefer to keep my helmet on in crowded places. I don't like to show my face too often.” He explains and turns looking around not really knowing the town and wanting to stretch his legs a bit. Darlen picks up his things and turns to face his conversational partner. “I do have many scars yes, sorry for forgetting to answer. I have gotten them in many different places and stages in life, some are from my child hood some are from my training. Most are from my own fool hardiness... I don't honestly have a job, I wander, hunt my food, scavenge what I can keep enough of my profits to maintain my armor and weapons while donating the rest to various places...” He shrugs thinking. “I don't really even know what I am. All I know is that people sometimes need help and all I can do is try my best to give what I can when I can... I can't save everyone but I won't give up on one simply because things are difficult... I still work here and there on farms and caravans to earn my meals but usually I have no more than enough for one meal, if that...” Darlen explains answering her question simply not seeing anything wrong with just telling her what she was asking. His past was not perfect and bleached white with purity but he followed his beliefs with all of his strength and fought to stay alive with everything he had.

    Darlen shoulders his pack and looks around hoping that his companion would have an idea of where they could speak. He wanted to remove his helm but knew it would cause an ample disturbance if people saw and spoke. So he kept it on when around groups of people and usually also people he didn't know well, which for him, turned out to be almost everyone seeing as how he was always traveling and never seemed to have anywhere to stay past a tent or a room in an inn.
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    But Oh, if I could save the earth -- just one space in time/ I thought that wisdom would be mine: love, and purity...

    With his suggestion Lorialette nodded and stood, gathering up her harp. Somewhere quieter would be nice, maybe. They could talk peacefully elsewhere without the confusing and sometimes conflicting emotions and actions of the other people in the square. Besides which it felt like some people were staring, likely at Darlen's uncommon attire. "I know a nice place in a garden," She offered, feeling a bit of excitement despite her dull, desolate mood. "Not many people go there, it's very nice. Follow me."

    While they talked she led him across the grass behind them, towards a little path framed by hedges where, at the moment, no one was walking. Among the hedges at one point there was a bit of an opening, and inside was a small space big enough for the two of them to hunker down and talk privately, with only the occasional couple passing by who clearly wanted some privacy also. It seemed perfect for Darlen's preferences.

    "It sounds... Simple, lovely, if hard." She mused aloud, picturing him in her mind's eye going through these stages of his life as he described them -- but still he was faceless, as she hadn't yet seen beneath his helm. That was all right, though. When she really thought about it almost all the heroes from her favorite stories were faceless, and she could relate a little to the sentiment. It felt uncomfortable though to think that maybe his life and wanderings had no direction. It wasn't exactly the most secure feeling, in her eyes. She decided to open up a little further, unable to resist asking a second opinion of the anxieties that plagued her these days. "It's hard not knowing what or if you'll be able to eat from one day to the next, but it's nice to have the freedom. Don't you... Wonder what your future will be like, though? I mean... Have you any plans?"
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    Darlen follows knowing how out of place he must have looked clomping his way through the space filled with various couples. He stood out more than ever in here following the girl through the hedges deeper into the garden a place he had never been. As she ducked into a space he followed without hesitating at all going straight in behind her.

    Moving into the small alcove he hunkers down next to the entrance leaning back against the hedges a bit putting his pack across from the entrance with his spear and other weapons with it. He seemed to be trusting Lorialette more and more as they spoke. The place was perfect for what he had wanted, undoing his cloak he folds it and places it on the ground on the other side of the alcoves entrance patting it and motioning for her to use it to keep out of the dirt. Sitting back in his place he relaxes his arms moving over his head in an exaggerated stretch accompanied by an echoing drawn out groan.

    A small pause follows her statement on how his life was, he had to think to himself about how he even felt on it. Slowly he nods very slightly,

    “It is, difficult at times, but it is lovely, I see so many people and so many things it never ceases to amaze me what lies in this land. I have been to more places than can be counted on a mans hands even with his toes...” Darlen half jokes as he watches the hedge across from his seat not facing Lorialette any more he just watches the wall of green. He pauses as she speaks about a future and plans. It made him stop fully for a moment to think if he had ever thought of something of that kind, and soon his usual response rose up. “I don't have any plans, honestly.” He pauses and undoes the clasps on his armor letting it fall off he collects the two plates into a pile and relaxes more. The shoulder and arm protection coming with it. “I fight aware I could die any time from anything, so rarely do I plan more than rationing food and gear for my trips to hot or cold or wet places.” He explains plainly. “I need to atone for things I've done and I decided to do that by dedicating my life to others who need it more... No matter how small they are, if they are kind of heart innocent and honest, even just an average working man, I will give my life protecting him just the same as I would a king or council...” Darlen states leaning back into the hedge his head still encased in the metal helm it had been since he had approached her.
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