Brennan Wulfe (brennanwulfe) wrote in thedas, @ 2010-10-09 11:23:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! thread, & before 9:45, @ brennan wulfe, @ imenry barras |
Backscene: Getting 'Friendly'
Who: Brennan Wulfe and Imenry Barras
Where: A little out of the way village in the Gamordan Peaks
When: 9:33, the day before Andoralis (Summerday)
Summary: Some training and then...some more training.
Rating: M for Mature
Everyone was excited for the festival on the marrow, or at least that was how Brennan chose to interpret the frenetic energy that seized their village. Other minds might see it differently, as Brennan was known to have a particularly unique point of view. It was the last training session before they would be dismissed for the festivities, which meant that he was eager to leave. Or at least as eager as he could be considering his relaxed take to life. His energy showed in his eyes, a playful light that lit them within and in the way his gaze jumped around even when he was still. Not being a overly patient soul, he was a bit fidgety, shifting his weight from foot to foot while trying to lean indolently up against the practice ground's outer wall.
Being a mere lowly mage student, and the youngest one at that, he had to wait his turn while the older temple protectors honed their skills. His mother was tossing lightning at the head mage, looking a touch gleeful at the chance to go all out. It had nothing to do with her own take on being a mage, the two of them had always clashed. More than anything else, they simply had the type of personalities that rubbed each other the wrong way. It probably did not help that they had been lovers once, although Brennan still shuddered to think about it. The encroaching grey in the head mage's hair shone in the bright summer light of late morning. Brennan only noticed because his mother had made a joke to the like of Ravin's approaching enfeeblement as second childhood took his mind away. The balls of fire were especially large today, as if to prove her wrong.
Or maybe to prove her right.
But he was not here to watch his mother fight, because there were far more interesting people to pay attention to. His good friend Imenry, for example, had grown up to be quite fascinating. A brief smile stole over his face at the understatement, fascinating did not begin to explain what he thought of Imenry, but it would serve. Clearly his future as a romantic poet was in jeopardy if he could not think of how to put his feelings into words. It was a gods send, then, that he was gifted with mana instead. Brennan was far more taken with action than with words, although any of his friends would attest to the fact he loved words as well.
Finally his eyes alighted Imenry, and his whole demeanor changed at the sight of her lithe form. He came to attention, his back straightening as he pushed off of the sturdy wall. His eyes followed her progress attentively, hungrily, drinking in economy of movement that made Imenry who she was.
He would recognize her anywhere.
But she would not if he lurked in the shade for much longer. He just did not want to be bothered by Iano, and keeping to the sidelines - a place that Iano would not be caught dead lurking - kept him from being suffocated by Iano's palpable ego. Although the older mage was much better than when they were in their teens, mostly on account of Imenry. Brennan waited for it, and was not surprised to see Iano beat a hasty retreat to the other side of the field when he caught sight of Imenry. Kel, the other mage - three years younger than Iano and seven older than Brennan - rolled his eyes while managing a fond smile and followed after Iano at a much more reasonable pace. Kel's retreat had nothing to do with a well deserved terror of Imenry, and more to do with wanting to continue the conversation he had been engaged in with Iano.
Although he considered Kel a friend of his, Iano was much harder to befriend, especially when it came close in time to festivals and other events. Iano became more and less pompous as the year progressed, and Brennan and Iano got on worse at various times of the year. Such as for this next week.
He was glad that Imenry and him had no such problems. Especially since they had been becoming...closer in recent months. Brennan walked outside of the shadow, the light blinding him for a second, before trying to catch Imenry's attention.