A different world...(open)

[Kanchana]

Fern de Sitadel

There will come a time when greatness is needed. Strength, passion - goodness. For in the land of Talamh an oppressor travels closer. Six is the sacred number, and it is only by looking beyond ourselves that we will find salvation, and only though love that we will defeat the darkness that threatens to consume us forever.
It is too easy to give in to sorrow - too easy to make a friend of pain. But sometimes this can only be learnt though those who can see us will all our beauty, and all our sorrow. Who can see us in all our splendour, and all our putrescene.

The man moved with a greatness, his movements graceful and full of life. A shock of brown curls rested on his brow, a slight indentation where a golden ring once sat. He was taller then your normal human being, at least a head above most. His eyes were the centerpiece. There warm grey colour so deep that it scared most, but he was easy to love.

He was on the run. From his people. Those from another world, but he knew he was safe here. No one of his kind wanted to enter this beautiful land, to many stories had been told. Though, he wasn't so sure anymore, everywhere he saw clues from his people. They wanted there prince to return once more.

"Bhí an duine a jolly d'aois, a bhí ar siúl suas agus síos .... fós an fear bocht sean nárbh fhéidir a fháil ar an talamh ..." he whistled to himself as he walked along the forests path. Tall pines edged the path, there roots causing holes and bumps in the dirt path, but Fern didn't fall. He doubted he could fall. He was graceful, his movements as fulid as graceful as the most successful dressage horse in the world.

By his shoulder, with lead nor rope, walked a small, pure raven mare. Her apperence was neater then the man's. Her small hooves padding lightly in the ground, the head bobbing slightly at the sound of his voice. Nuitdor he called her. An odd name for a black horse for it ment 'Golden Knight,' not many understood the meaning behind the name.

The grey eyes roamed, running though the trees until he finally found an old aclove and sat in the middle of all the trees.
"Beannachtaí na caill ulchabhán," he said, bowing his head to a hooting owl. Nuitdor snuffled her riders head before dropping to her knees beside him.
"Cailín maith Nuitdor, cailín maith," he murmred, brushing the mares fetlock with his fingers before leaning back against her stomach.




OOC:
Beannachtaí na caill ulchabhán: Greetings Miss Owl.
Cailín maith Nuitdor, cailín maith: Good girl Nuitdor, good girl.

Ok...well the plot is that he is new to this 'world' and pretty much knows nothing of here...he has never seen a fork, or lights etc. Soo...he needs someone to befriend him, show him the ropes but without knowing his story...they can guess but he wont say.
Also...in the long run...he will end up dying sooo yea..
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[Jenny Night]

Pollyana Caesar
Things here were so simple it amazed me. A good thing that I had done a bit of reading on the past's technologies. These people were like cavemen in comparison to me. I was used to a world where robots were abundant, sure there was one that lived with me at the moment, the only companion I had from my realy timezone.

All of this was completely stunning for me to behold. Their cars and trains moved along the ground, whereas I was used to hovercars and and things. There was nothing here that was even remotely like the place I called home. Yet this was my birth town, just a past version of it. I knew that these people would be a lot more simple that I was.

My robot freind never left the house, it would be unwise for people to see him. I sighed as I walked along one of the hiking tracks. This walking track was still there in my own time but these woods were not. They had been turned into housing, destroyed in about ten years from now for that.

Walking along them now gave me the idea that everything in my world was not that different to them now. I could hear the birds and animals in the woods, and it was a very pleasing sound.

Then I heard someone coming in my direction and I stopped, wondering if I ought to go back the way i had come.

[Kanchana]

Fern de Sitadel

"Sì, le stelle brillano luminose Nuitdor mio caro, facciamo passare la notte qui e vedere quello che la mattina porta con sé," he said, voice so beautiful it seemed like he was singing. The black mare nodded her graceful head at his words, as if understanding every word there. Maybe she did, the bond between master and animal was amazing.

He seemed at ease, in this world which he heard little more than a whisper about now and then. Of course, there was The Strangers, but the last one had been several decades ago. He heard a noise and looked up, staring at the dark shadow between the trees.
"Ciao?" he called, not standing but shifting slightly.





OOC: Sì, le stelle brillano luminose Nuitdor mio caro, facciamo passare la notte qui e vedere quello che la mattina porta con sé: Aye, the stars are shining bright my dear Nuitdor, let us spend the night here and see what the morning brings.

[Jenny Night]

Pollyana Caesar
I sighed as I continued down the path. Then I heard someone's voice from ahead. There was not anyone else around so it could only be me they were saying that to. I walked into view.

"Ciao. Parlate la mia propria lingua. Quella è una punta di una sorpresa. Che cosa è il vostro nome? Sono Pollyana."

It was a man, a man that I would not have known before. I smiled though as I spotted the mare. She was pretty.

OOC: Ciao. Parlate la mia propria lingua. Quella è una punta di una sorpresa. Che cosa è il vostro nome? Sono Pollyana - Hello. You speak my own language. That is a bit of a surprise. What is your name? I am Pollyana.

[Kanchana]

The eyebrow rose, staring at the young beauty with suprise. Was this world really what he had been told? Full of uglys, pityful people...so far, it seemed, his old life had been full of lies.
"Parlo molti lingua, cinese, irlandese, italiana.." he paused, wondering if he should mention the others but decided against it.
".... ce ne sono altri" he finished and rose gracefully to his feet. For such a tall person, he moved quickly and sharply though not enough to ever scare someone with it.
"Fern de Sitadel al vostro servizio," he said, sweeping into a bow and taking her hand, kissing it lightly. He smiled into her eyes, lingering his touch on her hand before finally letting it go. Back home, he was known as a bit of a ladies man.

OOC:
Parlo molti lingua, cinese, irlandese, italiana .... ce ne sono altri: I speak many a language , Chinese, Irish, Italian...there are others.
al vostro servizio: at your service.

[Jenny Night]

Pollyana Caesar
I smiled at him when he spoke my own language again. I only ever spoke Italian, I knew nothing of the other language's in the world. Not even English.

"L'italiano è l'unica lingua che ho imparato mai. Deve essere più facile per voi, Mr de Sitadel. Lo trovo un piccolo duro affinchè la gente lo capisca, vedendo come insignificante di I delle loro proprie lingue. È raro affinchè me trovi qualcun'altro che conosca la mia lingua, posteriore in questo tempo."

I paused.

"Quando dico il tempo, significo che non provengo realmente da questo mondo, più a partire dal futuro realmente. Ci è una certa specie di potere circa voi comunque, quello che posso percepire alcuno come. Non lo capisco comunque."


OOC:
L'italiano è l'unica lingua che ho imparato mai. Deve essere più facile per voi, Mr de Sitadel. Lo trovo un piccolo duro affinchè la gente lo capisca, vedendo come insignificante di I delle loro proprie lingue. È raro affinchè me trovi qualcun'altro che conosca la mia lingua, posteriore in questo tempo - Italian is the only language I have ever learned. It must be easier for you, . I find it a little hard for people to understand me, seeing as I naught of their own languages. It is rare for me to find someone else who knows my language, back in this time.

Quando dico il tempo, significo che non provengo realmente da questo mondo, più a partire dal futuro realmente. Ci è una certa specie di potere circa voi comunque, quello che posso percepire alcuno come. Non lo capisco comunque - When I say time, I mean that I am not really from this world, more from the future really. There is some sort of power about you though, that I can sense some how. I do not understand it though.

[Kanchana]

Fern turned his head to look at her from another angle. He noticed the way the light hit her features, highlighting the best parts to share to the world.
He liked her soft hands, the tight blonde curls and the deep grey eyes. He smiled, grinning with dimples and all. He seemed boyish in an odd fashion, yet handsome and brave.

He bent down, knees caving slightly as he pulled something from the ground. It was a dead seed, covered with dirt and dead roots hanging out the bottom.
"Observe Miss, nothing up my sleeve," he said with a grin, covering the seed for a moment before removing his hand and dropping it to his side. In its place sat a beautiful flower, a deep royal purple rose. Small droplets of water were littered over the surface, as if someone had watered it day in a day out.
He rose his large hand, tucking it behind her small ear gently.
"There, beautiful," he chuckled pale intellgent grey eyes flashing from one place to another.

He thought for a moment but decided it safe to talk to her, no one cared about him here at least.
"I...am powerful, as I can see you have some talent," he said, smiling so his eyes wrinkled up. There was a slight nicker behind him and he stepped backwards, giving the laying mare some room and bowing to her slightly.
"Yes my dear," he chuckled turning to Pollyana once more "she says I am rude, and that her name is Nuitdor."


OOC: cant be bothered pulling out books...he's speaking in Italian ^^
Oh and this is the pretty flower ^^
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[Jenny Night]

Pollyana Caesar
"Quel lo sorprende che potete dire che ho mio proprio potere. Nessun altrimenti qui sembrano realizzarli. Avete di idea che cosa è comunque?"

I was intrigued by this man, and I liked his horse as well. They were one of the animals that I actually liked.

I chuckled when he said that bout the horse. "Qualche animali sono quel senso."


OOC: That surprises me that you can tell that I have my own power. None else here seem to realize it. Do you have any idea what it is though? - Quel lo sorprende che potete dire che ho mio proprio potere. Nessun altrimenti qui sembrano realizzarli. Avete di idea che cosa è comunque?

SOme animals are that way. - Qualche animali sono quel senso

[Kanchana]

Fern smiled, the dark curls pressed tightly around his face. The grey eyes, rare in this world, seemed to show a hidden thought.
Who was this beautiful, mysterious girl? He liked a riddle, and this was one he was planning on solving.
"So..you are not from this world either?" he asked, motioning for her to sit across from the fire.

He waited for her to sit before being seated himself. A sign of respect in his world.
He frowned, concentrating on her greatly.
"You can...fix things," he said finally "but, it takes a great toll."
He paused, wondering why that was. He never had the same thing happen to him.

[Jenny Night]

Pollyana Caesar
"No one understands the reason behind that toll for me. At least I can easily recover from it when it strikes. Depends how hard the thing is to fix. If its something minor, I have to sleep for the rest of the day and wake up the following morning. If its something a lot harder, I can sleep up to three days in a row."

That was the tll I had.

"And no, I am not from this world, it and i are different things. I came back in time to this world, sent by my parents to try and figure out when lead the people here to settle on their planet. Something caused it and i cannot return to my home world until I have solved this and stopped it from happening as the humans here are not welcome."

[Kanchana]

He blinked and chuckled, shuffling to get more comfortable by the fire place. His hand rested on a pair of toungs and he pulled a foil package from the ashes.
"Prátaí?" he asked her, knowing she would be unfamilar to the food. Instead of waiting for a reply, he pulled a bowl like cup and place it in there, placing it on her lap.
"Try it, you will like it," he said, digging into his own while he thought.

So..she was from a future place? Another world? It seemed odd to think about, but he knew it could be true for he to was form elsewhere. He didn't speak about himself, he didn't tell her anything, for he didn't want anyone to really know.
What would they do? Knowing he was a prince from another world. Fern shook his brown mop of hair, munching quietly and hand fed Nuitdor half of his food. He would rather feed her and starve himself before he ate more than her.

[Jenny Night]

Pollyana Caesar
I smiled at him for a few seconds thinking. At least I could tell he was not like the other people here. I knew that much and it was something that sort of pleased me. I looked down at what he cave me with an interested expression.

For a few minutes I simply ate but then I said, "It is nice. You were right."

[Kanchana]

Fern looked at her, grey eyes peering out from underneith his hair and smiled.
"Of course I was," he chuckled at himself, shifting gracefully to his feet and washing the bowls in the river quickly.
"Do you have a place to rest? Or would you like to stay with me?" he asked, unsure what to do in this odd world.
He liked the outdoors more than anything, so he was planning on sleeping outside.

[Jenny Night]

Pollyana Caesar
"I prefer the peace of the forest in comparison to the crude housing that these people all use to live in. I can see why they left this planet and its going to take a lot for me to stop them from leaving. I cannot return to my new home until I have managed to succeed in this task as that may be."

I smiled at him. "I will accept your offer, Fern."

[Kanchana]

He chuckled good naturedly, running a hand though his mop of hair. The grey eyes flickered over her, noting that she had no blankets or any other material on her.
He reached into the saddle bag once more, pulling out a soft woollen blanket.
"For you."
He put it on her lap, rolling over with his back to the fire. Nuitdor huffed a sigh, watching as if to awake her master if need be.
But Fern couldn't sleep. He shivered, every part of his body was tense.