Melodia - Age 11
Taurin, the elder Miqo'te watched his newest apprentice, the blue haired Mqio'te girl, Melodia, playing with a small crab on the beach nearby She'd been tasked to him and he to her by the Captain and so he watched over her like a hawk while she did what children do. "Mind the wildlife, child. Lest you are looking to get bit." He said this in a gruff but instructive tone while he eased toward her and crouched, looking her in the eyes. "Besides...I'm not sure the Captain wants your hands injured by the likes of a crab if you're to be a proper thief." He chuckled and she grinned back at him.Â
Her expression grew a bit more serious and her heavily accented words flowed as she were older than her actual age. "Why d' old folks no' trus' anythin'?" He considered her question for a moment and sighed. "Us 'old folks' as you put it, have experience with things...with people. Trust is diminished over time. Almost like a mathematical formula." He smirked, but the expression was warm in nature, fatherly to a point. "In other words, little one, we can't help it. And one day when you're older you'll understand. Trust is hard earned...and not something easily given."
She noded, still unsure by her expression and she tilted her head, meaning to ask a question as a follow up only to suddenly yelp a the crab's claw had pinched her careless finger. As she began to well up and cry, Taurin shook his head. "No crying, child....I warned you." He gently took the claw and pried it open, shooing the little creature away. She took her finger in hand and inspected it before grunting. "You'll be fine....nothing permanent. Now run along.....get your play out of your system before we begin our actual lesson for the day." She wiped her tears away and nodded before running down the beach toward another section water. He smiled to himself and shook his head as he followed.
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Present Day
The doors were thick wood that she'd not seen before and as Aurrant knocked, awaiting them to open, he smiled back at Melodia. "We'll be inside soon, madame. Pardon if the owners don't greet us right away. They will be along shortly." The door opened and a young lady, a servant of some type, smiled. "Aurrant! You made it back safe." Her eyes flashed to Melodia and she bowed. "And you must be Ms. D'janz, the counselor?" Melodia nodded and bowed back to the woman, nervous and blushing a bit at this welcome. The woman beckoned them inside and she spoke as she closed the door behind them. "My name is Astrine. I'm the help around here...keep the place clean for the owners."
Melodia looked around the modest but well off enough interior of the home entrance and nodded. "Aye....pleasure to meet you. This...this is a fine home, indeed." Her eyes looked to Aurrant and she lowered her face cover, taking a breath. "Now...where are the clients?" She asked with a nervous smile.
Taurin, the elder Miqo'te watched his newest apprentice, the blue haired Mqio'te girl, Melodia, playing with a small crab on the beach nearby She'd been tasked to him and he to her by the Captain and so he watched over her like a hawk while she did what children do. "Mind the wildlife, child. Lest you are looking to get bit." He said this in a gruff but instructive tone while he eased toward her and crouched, looking her in the eyes. "Besides...I'm not sure the Captain wants your hands injured by the likes of a crab if you're to be a proper thief." He chuckled and she grinned back at him.Â
Her expression grew a bit more serious and her heavily accented words flowed as she were older than her actual age. "Why d' old folks no' trus' anythin'?" He considered her question for a moment and sighed. "Us 'old folks' as you put it, have experience with things...with people. Trust is diminished over time. Almost like a mathematical formula." He smirked, but the expression was warm in nature, fatherly to a point. "In other words, little one, we can't help it. And one day when you're older you'll understand. Trust is hard earned...and not something easily given."
She noded, still unsure by her expression and she tilted her head, meaning to ask a question as a follow up only to suddenly yelp a the crab's claw had pinched her careless finger. As she began to well up and cry, Taurin shook his head. "No crying, child....I warned you." He gently took the claw and pried it open, shooing the little creature away. She took her finger in hand and inspected it before grunting. "You'll be fine....nothing permanent. Now run along.....get your play out of your system before we begin our actual lesson for the day." She wiped her tears away and nodded before running down the beach toward another section water. He smiled to himself and shook his head as he followed.
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Present Day
The doors were thick wood that she'd not seen before and as Aurrant knocked, awaiting them to open, he smiled back at Melodia. "We'll be inside soon, madame. Pardon if the owners don't greet us right away. They will be along shortly." The door opened and a young lady, a servant of some type, smiled. "Aurrant! You made it back safe." Her eyes flashed to Melodia and she bowed. "And you must be Ms. D'janz, the counselor?" Melodia nodded and bowed back to the woman, nervous and blushing a bit at this welcome. The woman beckoned them inside and she spoke as she closed the door behind them. "My name is Astrine. I'm the help around here...keep the place clean for the owners."
Melodia looked around the modest but well off enough interior of the home entrance and nodded. "Aye....pleasure to meet you. This...this is a fine home, indeed." Her eyes looked to Aurrant and she lowered her face cover, taking a breath. "Now...where are the clients?" She asked with a nervous smile.
