[The storm rolls over the landscape, covering the sky in the darkness of the clouds, consuming then brightness of the sun and casting a shadow across the lands. It is not unsettling though and during the normal heat of the mid-day sun, it provides a comfort, a small chill to the air and a manner that cools down the Earth during the waves of summer. His home has open archways that greet the sky full force in which there is no shelter from the sound of thunder that rolls down from the overcast gray onto the earth and shakes the paintings on the walls while lighting dances amongst the rain; a downpour that feeds the hungry lands.
Walking through the walls of his home, Turkey has stripped down the numerous layers of his attire to something simple and holds upon one hand a tray of tea, the mint steeping within the ornate pot while the two singular glasses aside it compliment the beauty of handmade craftsmanship. His steps sound silently down the hall, feet bare as he turns the corner and spots the figure amongst the pillows and couches within the sitting area, someone that sticks out amongst the grandeur of the palace. A small smile on his lips and he approaches from behind, bending over the other and setting the tray down upon the wooden surface of the end-table that rested nearby.] Laurent.
I hope you didn’t get caught in them storm on your way over? Yah look dry enough. [Came the playful reply.]
that was so pretty ;; aeterno_armaDecember 25 2011, 02:45:33 UTC
[Storms always gave him a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach, not because he was afraid of the thunder, but because it broguth back really bad memories.
The earliest Laurent can remember of his free life was playing on the beach with his mother when he was seven years old. He remembered the beautiful flora, the snow-capped mountains, and all the different animals he could see in the jungle. Then strange men arrived on the land, carrying diseases and pain, and taking away lives and hope. When it happened, he was too young to even know what the term ‘slave raiding’ meant, but he learned soon enough that his race was hated on the rest of the continent.
It was conventional wisdom in the North that the best way to get a good servant was to raise one. That's why slave dealers and pirates traveled to the south of the continent to find more young slaves for trade. Laurent, along with many others, was separated from his mother, dragged to one of the ships and locked up in a cell. Confused and scared, he tried to ask the men why they were doing this, but no one seemed to speak his language or even bothered trying to understand him. That was the last time he saw his family.
The crossing was perilous and only half of the ships arrived safe to the City of Marsis. The Keltoi were treated like animals and given hardly enough room to breathe - the crew had packed on more slaves than they had room for, and this caused a lot of disease and malnutrition. The captains made the decision of throwing the sick Keltoi overboard, murdering them for the safety of the rest of the cargo.
He shuddered at the memory and distracted by his own thoughts he didn't heard Turkey approaching until he spoke. Laurent jumped at the voice.]
as was that ;;turkishlyDecember 25 2011, 17:09:48 UTC
[Pausing as the other jumped, Turkey arched an eyebrow beneath the cover of his mask and to compensate the lack of visibility to the other, gave a small tilt to his head. The others look of surprise came as it’s own surprise to him but still, while his smile faltered slightly a small one began to tug at his lips once more.] Ah--did I catch yah in thought, there?
Sorry ‘bout that, I was just bringin’ some tea t’ lighten up during the storm.
[Slavery had been presence since the dawn of man and while Turkey had not existed that far within, he knew ownership and he knew freedom. The life of a nation could be similar to that, in which empires consumed and owned, used and manipulated. Just now--he found his successes and could finally have his own freedom, his own lands, his own people could know what it felt like to be free to do as they pleased instead of possessed. He was not about to claim he knew what the other was going through but for now, he could at least do something to keep his mind off of whatever plagued him.
So, quietly he turned his body and moved to sit aside him as he took up the tea pot within his grip, tilting the spigot downward and allowing the amber liquid to fill the glass.]
Laurent's life sucked ;;aeterno_armaDecember 25 2011, 23:00:44 UTC
Yes, sorry I was...thinking about the past.
[Laurent gave him a sheepish smile, embarrassed. Turkey offered him a place to stay while visiting his land and he was wasting time focusing on bad memories. Laurent's eyes fell to the tea pot and the smile widened.]
You are the best guess anybody could ask for, you know?
/TAKES CARE OF HIM FOREVERturkishlyDecember 26 2011, 23:28:27 UTC
No need t' apologize. You act as if that's a bad thing. It's only bad if yah let it control your life. [Came the smile in turn as he looked to the other once he had topped off two of the glasses. The scent of the mint filtered into the stormy air, warming the environment despite the mild child outdoors that was brought upon the winds and the rain. In the distance, the sky rumbled.]
Am I now? Well now you're just tryin' to carm me, arn't yah?
/clings.aeterno_armaDecember 29 2011, 23:06:25 UTC
I try not, but it's hard to get rid of certain memories, liek it's hard to ignore the past.
[Laurent gave him a grateful smile and took one of the glasses. He looked outside, frowning very slightly for a brief second. The storm was getting worse. When he looked back at Turkey he was smiling one more time.]
Who knows...maybe I am. That doesn't make my words less true.
/all the love ♥turkishlyDecember 31 2011, 17:31:22 UTC
It is hard t' ignore the past, that is very true but it's what yah do with the memories that counts. [He gives a smile in turn, taking up a glass and pulling up his sleeve in the same motion.]
I think you might be, and you're doin' a good job at it! If I could make choice I would say yah remain here, but you have eager feet, don't yah Laurent?
[Laurent smells the drink, his smile growing when he notices the sweet scent. He waits until Turkey has his glass before taking a small sip and making a brief, pleased, sound.]
That's really nice of you to offer, but I don't really want to be a bother. [Laurent is so used to travel that he never imagined staying for long in one place, but that also implied that he never had a proper home. Turkey's place, whoever, is his favorites one to visit.] Do you enjoy traveling?
Walking through the walls of his home, Turkey has stripped down the numerous layers of his attire to something simple and holds upon one hand a tray of tea, the mint steeping within the ornate pot while the two singular glasses aside it compliment the beauty of handmade craftsmanship. His steps sound silently down the hall, feet bare as he turns the corner and spots the figure amongst the pillows and couches within the sitting area, someone that sticks out amongst the grandeur of the palace. A small smile on his lips and he approaches from behind, bending over the other and setting the tray down upon the wooden surface of the end-table that rested nearby.] Laurent.
I hope you didn’t get caught in them storm on your way over? Yah look dry enough. [Came the playful reply.]
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The earliest Laurent can remember of his free life was playing on the beach with his mother when he was seven years old. He remembered the beautiful flora, the snow-capped mountains, and all the different animals he could see in the jungle. Then strange men arrived on the land, carrying diseases and pain, and taking away lives and hope. When it happened, he was too young to even know what the term ‘slave raiding’ meant, but he learned soon enough that his race was hated on the rest of the continent.
It was conventional wisdom in the North that the best way to get a good servant was to raise one. That's why slave dealers and pirates traveled to the south of the continent to find more young slaves for trade. Laurent, along with many others, was separated from his mother, dragged to one of the ships and locked up in a cell. Confused and scared, he tried to ask the men why they were doing this, but no one seemed to speak his language or even bothered trying to understand him. That was the last time he saw his family.
The crossing was perilous and only half of the ships arrived safe to the City of Marsis. The Keltoi were treated like animals and given hardly enough room to breathe - the crew had packed on more slaves than they had room for, and this caused a lot of disease and malnutrition. The captains made the decision of throwing the sick Keltoi overboard, murdering them for the safety of the rest of the cargo.
He shuddered at the memory and distracted by his own thoughts he didn't heard Turkey approaching until he spoke. Laurent jumped at the voice.]
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Sorry ‘bout that, I was just bringin’ some tea t’ lighten up during the storm.
[Slavery had been presence since the dawn of man and while Turkey had not existed that far within, he knew ownership and he knew freedom. The life of a nation could be similar to that, in which empires consumed and owned, used and manipulated. Just now--he found his successes and could finally have his own freedom, his own lands, his own people could know what it felt like to be free to do as they pleased instead of possessed. He was not about to claim he knew what the other was going through but for now, he could at least do something to keep his mind off of whatever plagued him.
So, quietly he turned his body and moved to sit aside him as he took up the tea pot within his grip, tilting the spigot downward and allowing the amber liquid to fill the glass.]
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[Laurent gave him a sheepish smile, embarrassed. Turkey offered him a place to stay while visiting his land and he was wasting time focusing on bad memories. Laurent's eyes fell to the tea pot and the smile widened.]
You are the best guess anybody could ask for, you know?
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Am I now? Well now you're just tryin' to carm me, arn't yah?
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[Laurent gave him a grateful smile and took one of the glasses. He looked outside, frowning very slightly for a brief second. The storm was getting worse. When he looked back at Turkey he was smiling one more time.]
Who knows...maybe I am. That doesn't make my words less true.
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I think you might be, and you're doin' a good job at it! If I could make choice I would say yah remain here, but you have eager feet, don't yah Laurent?
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That's really nice of you to offer, but I don't really want to be a bother. [Laurent is so used to travel that he never imagined staying for long in one place, but that also implied that he never had a proper home. Turkey's place, whoever, is his favorites one to visit.] Do you enjoy traveling?
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