He Was Happy At How Happy She Was About The Gift, And His Ears Were Full At Attention As She Pinned It

He was happy at how happy she was about the gift, and his ears were full at attention as she pinned it on, his eyes dropping to the scarf and--

Scars. Or one scar, he couldn't tell. But he could see it. The white scar tissue, and in that moment, he understood why she wore the scarf. Her reactions, the hesitation, the hurt, it all made sense. If someone, or something had hurt her that badly...

The kind archer wanted to reach out, to let her know that it was okay, to mend those broken pieces, and for a moment, his hand reached out as she stepped out of her home, but he pulled it back, clenching a fist as he brought it close to his chest. For a moment, he stood there, watching her as he tried to imagine what pain she had gone through, what had forced her to wear that scarf, and his ears flicked back, laying flat, as he slowly followed her, his face fallen for a moment, before he let that easy smile win out, spreading slowly as he closed the door behind him and looked for a--

"No lock!?" Kaleh'a glanced her way, then back to the door, and promptly placed both hands on his hips and turned to her fully, his tail swishing behind him in disbelief and mock anger. "That won't do! How can you call a house a home without some security?" He nodded to himself, and the feather bobbed with him as if in agreement, the archer striking out for New Gridania. "First things first! A door with a lock!"

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New Gridania was a bustling hub of commerce, transportation, and greenery, the archer strolling through the gates as he called out a hello to the Wood Wailer guard, the spearman just staring at the feather waving behind him and muttering something about "too good to be true", which Kaleh'a took as a compliment and grinned widely, heading towards the Twin Adders grand company in the back of the area, humming as he went but keeping close to his new White Mage friend, his words jovial as he said, "Well, it shouldn't be too difficult to get you in with me as a healer. And the great news is, you will likely be compensated! If not by them, then by me! Oh, and if they try to get you to sign up, don't be too surprised, they like to jump on everybody."

She had been holding up the little trinket so she could see it while it was attached to her scarf. The total disregard for the purpose of the scarf left the delicate skin of her neck exposed for a moment as she silently admired the accessory. Her relaxed posture quickly resumed it's more rigid and stoic form at his suggestion to leave. Cyra took her staff from the nook of her arm, gripping it with purpose as she readjusted the cloth around her neck. She shook her head to answer his question, unable to find her voice after a moment of such joy.

All she could do was offer a smile. With a quiet sigh, she stepped past him and back out into the mossy landscape that carpeted her home. There was no lock on the door to her domain. Living this far away from civilization meant she had little to worry about by the way of burglars or ruffians seeking to purloin her valuables. Not that she expected ne'er-do-wells to travel that far out of the way of more profitable prospects, but it was a concern when she first moved in.

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For Both of your boys please! ;;; ""someone they view as a mentor"" (And why?)

Bryn:

He sits there for a moment, and thinks, and thinks, a look of consternation coming over his face, and then the tension easing with a sigh as his hand rubs over his beard.

"I can't believe I'm going to say the second one, so I'm starting with the first. First mentor was the Captain that led my scouting battalion. My parents and I, we had our differences. My father was a drunk, a firm believer that what he did in life would amount to nothing, so he did nothing. My mother did the best she could, but there is only so much a working woman can provide, especially when her work company was...less than scrupulous. Out of necessity I enlisted, and met that first real mentor, Captain Shay."

Bryn's gaze grew distant, his silvery eyes gleaming as he leaned against the table onto his forearms. "He was a gruff, no nonsense type of leader, and he whipped us all into shape quickly. He literally mentored us into warriors, into fighters, and took a personal interest in us all. For me specifically, he helped me become independent, shed that baggage of the past, and finally become...my own man. No longer the shadow of my father. He gave me a focus, a concentration, and when I showed affinity for scouting and rifles, he personally trained me. Even pushed me up to the rank of Sergeant so I could perform solo missions."

After a moment of retrospection, he groans again, and thunks his head down on the table, his voice muffled by his arms. "My other mentor would be Thancred." He lifted his head and grumbles out, "Despite his complete and utter lack of respect for authority or rank, he did a good job teaching me everything there is to know about spying, and blending into the shadows. His teaching methods were completely unacceptable and landed us in more danger than needed, but he did manage to get me to loosen up a little. I was a bit of a stickler for the rules back then and he taught me how to improvise."

He stares down the-layline-directory, his eyes gleaming, as he growls out, "If you even think of breathing a word of that to Thancred, I will show you exactly what he taught me in terms of interrogation tactics."

Kaleh'a:

"My mom!"

His answer was fast, smooth, and without a single ounce of hesitation, his feet swinging under the table. "She taught me almost everything I know! From archery, to Menphina, to cartography and trade. She wanted me to have a well rounded education, and she taught me so much.

"She also taught me how to be kind. To care and look out for those in need." His voice had softened, his eyes too, as his fingers interlocked in front of him on the table surface. "She taught me to look for the good, to always treat others with respect, and help wherever I can. It's always served me well. Even if I have been burned by it, and certainly had my kindness taken advantage of, I still wouldn't..." he paused, mused for a bit, and then smiled. "Yah I really wouldn't change anything. It is all what made me the man I am today. And I'm proud of that man."

He grinned, and chuckled out, "Oh and she taught me that too, self worth! She's a pretty great mom!"

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