Lusting for the unknown

[adris]

He found it different in Reave, mostly due to the lack of hiding places all about. He did have his tall collar though so people couldn't see his face. He usually could just be seen around town leaning against a shed, making a purchase, and even politely making conversation with the clear locals. He muffled his voice so it sounded far different then his true one, which was his only real odd habit. The entire time he scanned the surface thoughts of passerbys unobtrusively, until he found a certain someone that made him smile. Her thoughts said the word for it was Diamond, all he saw was his next target.

[whisper=admin]Hello there, a pleasent day we are having isn't it miss? I must say I am loving the way that the village is coming along since that horrible disaster with Damien. This rebuilding shows just how big a heart you people have.[/whisper]

[Kender Bard]

Diamond started, nearly dropping the basket she was weaving in the rare warm winter sun. She wanted to enjoy the warm streak before it ended and they were beset by snow.

Looking around for the source of the voice, she speaks aloud, softly. "Thank you, sir. It's good to know that there are other elementals who think so kindly of my people." He must be a Mind. Locke spoke in my head once in a while...

[adris]

Seraven held himself still, keeping the mental link between them strong. He found what he was looking for and luckily for him he chose the right words to break the ice.

[whisper=admin]I'm sorry for startling you ma'am, I just find this a more convinient way of speech for me. I do mean what I say though, persecution causes so many unnecessary troubles in this world. You can think what you want to say to me by the way, I can pick up surface thoughts without any trouble. For example, if you don't mind me asking, who is this Locke that this situation reminded you of?[/whisper]

[Kender Bard]

Diamond flushed at his question. She'd never hard to guard her thoughts before, and was having trouble doing so. Did Locke read my mind all the time? Oh forces... She shook her head, trying to focus. Locke is a Mind in the service of the Kingdom. He and I were... She consciously trailed off, trying to find an appropriate word, but her subconscious mind supplied Seraven with the truth. Lovers.

[adris]

A grin flashed over his face that nobody would be able to see, he was right about her when he first marked her. Now he just had to ease her into the position that he wished for. His long days of searching are now coming to fruition.

[whisper=admin]You were close, real close. He sounds like a good man, one that you could trust. Why didn't you ever go further with him? I hate to hear when something that sounds like it came out of a storybook fall flat.[/whisper]

[Kender Bard]

Something akin to a mental wall sprung up in Diamond's mind. It was weak, and flimsy to a true Mind, but impressive in its existence itself.

She visibly stiffened a little. "I don't see how that's your business," she muttered softly, quietly so nobody thought she was talking to herself and gone crazed.

[adris]

Seraven bit his lip, it had been a while since he met such strong willed opposition. Usually people just give in to the fact that they can't hide anything from a mind anyway. He noticed the wall pop up, but he wanted drilling into her thoughts to be a last resort... his subjects had to be willing participants in his experiment.

[whisper=admin]Milady, sorry, let me apologize. You are correct, I was out of line... This isn't the first time I started out a conversation awkwardly, I just tend to ask what pops into my head. If you find it in your heart to forgive me, perhaps a more acceptable subject? Such as, what do you do in this fine community?[/whisper]

[Kender Bard]

Diamond relaxed, and her guard began to slip again, slowly. She had a kind heart, and understood social awkwardness; she had a fond spot in her heart for such people, in fact. "I weave baskets and things. I was apprenticed to be a jewel merchant, but there wasn't much of a demand for that until recently. As it is, there still isn't."

[adris]

Seraven would have sighed with relief if he wasn't so guarded against making noises. He thought that he would take this slowly now, maybe the subject would naturally turn back to Locke if he was indeed the key to getting this job done.

[whisper=admin]Wonderful, so you are a practical artist of sorts. I have a keen interest in things having a purpose outside of just looking good. I am sure you do a wonderful job at it, and for a growing community like this niche markets might just be what opens up economy. May I ask who you apprenticed under? A world famous jewelcrafter perhaps?[/whisper]

[Kender Bard]

Diamond toyed with the hem of her dress and sighed softly. "My father. I don't know how famous he was. He was quite good, and fair, but we Clears do not achieve worldwide fame. Infamy maybe. He certainly had an eye for quality though..." Her hand went up to touch the dragon pin, her touchstone.

[adris]

He noticed her reach up, although coming out would reveal his position. Well, not entirely because he was in plain sight. The roof tops of this village were not exactally hiding material. The pin looked like jewelry enough that perhaps he could play on that.

[whisper=admin]I can't help but notice that is a beautiful piece you are wearing. Was that crafted by you? Or perhaps your father? Either way it is a very good work I must confess.[/whisper]

[Kender Bard]

"My father," Diamond sighed, running her fingers over the smooth, almost worn golden metal, caressing the small white diamonds that marked its 'scales' and the even smaller ruby eyes. "He told me to give it to someone who deserved it. 'Diamond, when you can find a man who will treasure you above real diamonds, then you may present him with this.'"

[adris]

Seraven was thinking now, he had to use this but he couldn't fall into the same trap that he did earlier by pressing to hard. If he could just get her to remember Locke as fondly as he knows she does the rest should fill in itself as she works up her personal confidence.

[whisper=admin]Your father was a wise man then, along with being obviously skilled. It must be terrible to find the man who has a heart bigger then his wallet these days though, someone like that would have to be pretty special I'd imagine. I don't even think I could count myself.[/whisper]

[Kender Bard]

"Locke was special," Diamond sighed, shutting her eyes and tilting her head back slightly in reverie. Against her will, memories began to flood her thoughts, color them, free for the rifling for Seraven if he chose to delve into them. "But he gave the pin back when we broke up. His heart was just too big I suppose. I didn't think it would be possible."

[adris]

That is exactally what he needed. It came around to Locke again and now she has him open and on her mind. He pushes a few memories forward strategically. Some moments of thier embracing, some private moments they spent together, a special emphasis on thier first kiss. This is the kind of thing he was best at, reflecting images in a persons mind.

[whisper=admin]Locke, he must be something special to have you trust him with that pin. And even more so for him to recognize what it meant to you. I hate hearing that you broke up though... I thought for once I would have heard about something that storybooks tell of.[/whisper]