Brief description of The Ruins of Azreon.

Here stands the ruins of an ancient village, made entirely of stone. It was built thousands of years ago but stands tall to this very day. Vines, trees, even oddly colored flowers cover it, hiding it amongst the forest trees around it.  Pieces of stones are missing everywhere, giant gaping holes in the ceiling let in the rain, flooding the halls. It would take some work to make it livable, to have it thrive once more. On a normal rainy day, a lone wander ventured into to escape the rain. He explored the flooded halls and many floors. Finding a room, a massive room, filled with many chairs and a large table. Seating himself at the biggest chair at the end of the table, he rubs his hand against the table.  Declaring this pile of rocks, his new home. Which is rightly named “ Azreon”, after his birth city which was destroyed some years ago.

On the same rainy day, moments after he found the massive room, she would slowly enter the anceint looking ruins, wandering around gazing at the pile of rocks, and the vines that twisted around the buildings. She would make her way through the flooded halls. Her hair getting drenched, and her bangs would be sticking to her face. Finding a room that would cover her from the rain she would stand in there, watching the rain fall into the flooded halways and rooms.

She wandered through the woods surrounding the city, collecting the odd herb here and there as she went. She inhaled the crisp, fresh air of the area before coming to the opening of the city. She smiled to herself, knowing that nature claimed this once glorious city. As she wandered through the cobbled streets, she found a small, modest stone cottage facing the woods. She wandered in to find her mother perched on an old, broken down chair. Leaves skittered around her ankles as a draft blew through the house from a large, gaping hole on the northern wall. With two swift claps of her hands and a chantment of the strange dialect she spoke, ivy began to collect the stones and repair the wall, moss growing from seemingly nothing to fill in the gaps of the stones. Satisfied, she took a perch near her mother, stroking her feathered head. "It would seem this is our home, " she spoke softly, her mother cawing her reply.

He would be walking through the streets, seeing Mica and her mother walk inside of a building. Awe overcame him as while he approached, the magic worked to fix the home. His form would lean against the door frame as he peered inside to the femme. "Getting settled in then? Just passing through and saw you coming in here." He would glance around the place before his eyes fell back upon the femme. "Do you need help with anything?"

She turned around to face the male, gasping, her eyes wide. She struggled to find words, astonished at the lack of his presense she felt, normally so assaulted by the vulgar feelings of mortals. " I... Uh... Err.. Yes... Perhaps... If you could be so kind to... bring in the cauldron? " She stuttered her reply, fumbling with a large trunk she hauled in. She dropped it infront of her, staring at the man which enraptured her. She shook her head to rid of her thoughts. She glanced around her modest home before a slight flush crept into her cheeks. The crow that was her mother cawed, pecking her daughter against the temple with her strong, black beak. She shooed her mother away, annoyed, her mother fluttering away, making sure her wing hit Dom upon the head as she flew away. She glared after her mother after she was long gone.

He would duck the the wing, chuckling at the bird. Picking up the cauldron, he would carry it inside for the femme. Looking around the place, he found an open space and set it down. Standing up straight, he would look to the femme, trying not to stare. Helping her with various other objects, he would keep mostly quiet, not saying much. His form barely strained at the weight of the objects, he wouldn't even relieve himself of his armor.

Distracted by the man and his haunting beauty, she functioned poorly, dropping several items as they made the area more comfortable. Silently she scolded herself, forcing her mind onto several mental practices, going over ingredients to her various potions and elixirs. Despite her attempts, her mind kept wandering towards the male, much to her annoyance and shame. Excusing herself, she wandered to the back of the cottage where her mother stood in a ghostly apparition, the woman staring at her with scorn. " You know very well how I feel about men, mortal or otherwise, " her mother said, frowning her disapproval. She opened her mouth to reply, thought better of it, and closed her mouth again. The burning of her eyes dimmed as she felt the oppressive hand of her mother's spirit upon her, harshly whispering, " Why can't you just move on, you don't belong in this realm anymore. " With that her mother disappeared. She sighed, eyes downcast as she struggled to regain her composure, tears welling up in her eyes as she knew, deep down, her mother disapproved of her and her intentions.

The girl would be sitting in a stoned wall room by herself, thinking of thoughts that ran across her mind. Pulling her legs up on the chair, she would have her knees at her chest, and her arms would be wrapped around her legs, as she rested her chin on her arms, looking down at the puddles down on the floor from previous rain. Her coal black hues would be watching the reflection of the sky in the puddle. After awhile, she would let her arms slowly drop to her feet that are holding her up on the chair, bracing her. Reaching at the end of her black cloak she would be fiddling around with the edge of it. Playing silently with her cloak, just sitting there in silence.

The male would slide out of the area, walking back to his own property. Walking back up the hill without a sound.

She wouldn't mind the silence that flowed around the area that she was in, in a way it would be calming her, but then in a way it made her feel a bit lonely. She would let her legs go, pushing them off the chair and her knees away from her chest, standing up, stretching her arms and legs, looking around for something to do.