Wilderness for Miles, Eyes so Mild and Wise [open]

[seamus]

You know you're gold, you don't gotta worry none
Oasis child, born and so wild
Don't I know you better than the rest?

The atmosphere was a slightly yellow hue from heat and an impending storm, but Seamus paid no attention. He really didn’t appear to be paying attention to anything at that moment, but his ears were strained to pick up any sound, and his eyes would occasionally stray from side to side. He wasn’t looking for anyone in particular, he didn’t really know a lot of people and those that he did weren’t particularly worth meeting up with just to hang out, but he didn’t want to be caught unaware. The young man seemed to be concentrating intently on the ground as he walked; his brow was slightly furrowed and he kept his head down, no matter which way his eyes drifted.

Lightning illuminated a far horizon, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, he counted the seconds until the thunder; the storm was still far off. That was lucky for him, because as much as he was growing tired of the dusty ground with a few thirsty blades of grass and weeds struggling to survive that surrounded him, he really didn’t want to get drenched. Seamus twitched slightly as another clap of thunder, this time a bit closer, reached his ears. Un-phased by the storm, it was east of him and he was heading north, he continued on his way to… nowhere.

That was a little bit more phasing, perhaps. Seamus knew it wasn’t a good idea to walk off into the Open Lands with no destination, but somehow that’s exactly what he found himself doing. Sometimes he felt like he was walking in a dream, like the world moved in slow motion for a few heartbeats and he could create anything he wanted out of the universe. However, as much as this felt like some kind of dream (the sky even looked the same, the wind had the same smell), he knew it wasn’t, so he’d have to figure out where he was going sooner or later.

Seamus stopped walking after pondering where he should go for a while to take a better look around. The sun was progressing steadily toward the western horizon (or at least what was visible of it behind the growing cloud banks), and sooner rather than later it would be getting dark. The man became uneasy at the realization; if it got too dark to see well he’d probably get lost. Without any distinguishing landmarks out here he had no way to tell if he was going in a straight line when the sun was down.

The idea of sleeping out in the open wasn’t exactly a good one, but he’d rather do that than lose his way. Seamus resolved to continue on until he either met someone or it got too dark to continue walking. Maybe if he was really fortunate he would come to at least some sort of town before either of those events, but he wasn’t counting on it.

ooc] Sorry I know it’s not very good. I’m pretty rusty after a very long hiatus from role playing.

[arexy2]

Kallista wasn't a fan of many things.

She didn't like the perfect nation, or war, or even the heat summers brought. Winter had her freezing and fall was filled with dead trees and dead plants. But Kallista was a fan of thunderstorms, and so if one who knew her saw her taking a leisurely stroll across the deadened lands, they wouldn't be surprised. She seemed completely relaxed, every inch of her body from her head to her toes loose and without a care. Yet if someone who just happened to be a friend of hers saw her, they would see the signs of listening.

The healer was not stupid. Despite all the blonde jokes (that still lingered, even after twenty years), this was her home plane she walked across, and she knew every inch of it from the dead grass to the cracked dirt. And the rain. The beautiful rain that would pour and pour that night until it seemed almost empty of tears. When the lightning would flash, lighting up the sky with tousands of bolts of electricity, she would be safe inside her house or on her porch, curled up on a chair with a book. Because the healer loved listening to the lore her mom wrote down between the dusty pages, of how the sky was created and why the clouds cried.

But at the moment, she wasn't curled up in her favorite chair with a blanket covering her small form and a flashlight in one hand. At that moment, there was no lightning to zing across the sky, and at that moment, Kallista was on high alert listening for any signs of life, though her unusually crystallic blue eyes were closed. She didn't mind the fact that every clap of thunder sent a shiver down her spine and reminded her she had to make it indoors soon. She was enjoying the atmosphere, her atmosphere, and the freedom of not having anyone injured and broken complaining at her to help them.

It was one of the many downsides to being a healer.

That freedom was in jeapordy, as well. With the perfect nation biting at her to be a doctor (which she had no intention to accept), and having to save that silly war dog, Wulf's, life everytime he made a mistake...Maybe the last one she didn't mind so much, but it still tied her to her house for a week or two, and Kallista wasn't a fan of being tied up and locked in a small space. The air alone was enough to make her smile, just the feeling of the fresh, storm-filled breeze brushing across her shoulders and through her blonde locks.

It wasn't long until she came across another being, however. She wasn't one to distrust right away, and in this instance it was the same, although she did keep her distance. Brushing a hand across her forehead to wipe away the start of a rain, she lifted a hand in greeting. "Hello there. Beautiful storm on its way, why are you out here?"

[seamus]

We can slip through the holes
In the stories they told,
Take a walk through the ash and the acid rain.

A breeze stirred around Seamus as he continued aimlessly. A glance at the stormy horizon gave him bad news; the rain was making its way closer and closer to where he was. He didn’t really think that it would be that useful to try to get away from it, as he didn’t know where any kind of substantial shelter was, so he just continued on his way. He sighed deeply as he walked, hands in his pockets and posture slouched.

Unfortunately for the young man, it was just going to keep getting darker as well. He had maybe an hour before it got dark, and a lot less before it started raining. He shook his head, hoping that he would get out of this nowhere before long. After all, it wasn’t like there wasn’t anybody out here, and so he was bound to find a town sooner or later. Seamus shivered as a slight wind picked up, the gusts helping the storm along towards him. At least the steady breeze meant that the storm would probably blow over quickly as well…

Seamus could feel the storm approaching, the electricity in the air starting to tingle around him in that just barely perceivable energy that thunderstorms always carried. He looked up at the sky, blinking as a drop of rain landed on his forehead. He turned his graze from the sky (which was starting to drizzle more steadily now) and looked around in hopes of a shelter.

Instead of some sort of haven from the rain Seamus was surprised to see a woman approaching, looking as though she was glad of the storm that would soon be full upon them. Distrust made him feel slightly nervous, but her calm appearance made him a bit less on edge. He saw her brush rain from her face, lifting a hand to wave at him in the same motion.

” Hello there. Beautiful storm on its way, why are you out here?" she sounded friendly enough at least.
“Hey…” Seamus responded, nodding his head in greeting. “Uh, I’m just here, I guess. I don’t really have a reason. It probably wasn’t the best idea to come out here though.” Seamus said, speaking a little too quickly (although probably only noticeable to him) and grinning, slightly embarrassed. “What about you?” he added, more as an afterthought to bring the attention away from his mistaken wandering.

Seamus felt kind of ridiculous that he hadn’t noticed her approach earlier, but he figured it was from the energy and noise of the quickly-approaching storm more than any fault of his. In the moments between her first question and whatever her response would be the rain had started to come down a bit more, although it still wasn’t pouring. The young man tried to wipe water off of his face with little success.

ooc] fail post is fail. :c lol

[arexy2]

In a world such as this, many people wouldn't have trusted her for those words alone. She was surprised when he didn't threaten her, or yell, or even just ignore her and continue on his way. The only people who ever bothered reply to Kallista were the ones she had healed, and she was sure many of them only replied because it was polite and not because they were thankful and liked her. She rarely had people stay around long enough to become close with her, and even when she did have that rare case, the patient always kept their distance. Everyone expected betrayal in this world.

Not only that, but the rain had picked up slightly since she had first ventured out. More then slightly, actually, and it was now no longer bordering on a drizzle. A flash of lightning, followed by a clap of thunder, warned her it was about time to retrace her path back home for the night.

Lastly, she had been too startled by his reply to answer, and now finding the words, did so. "Not the best idea." She paused to laugh lightly, glancing once up at the sky. "The open lands tend to have uneven weather patterns. Are you close to any shelter? You don't want to be stuck out here when it starts to pour."

It was a simple piece advice that many people knew, but she wasn't sure if this man did or not. There were some people who had never been out on the open lands, walked across it's barren plains, or taken shelter under one of its rare trees. They didn't expect a girl such as she to have a house out here either, or to live off the cracked dirt she was supplied.

But, as her mom had been, Kallista was a girl of survival. Even if she were a fan of her books, and the old lore that survived and thrived in their pages, she was tougher then one would expect. But she wasn't about to tell this stranger her life story. It wasn't the most intelligent thing ever (you never know who's a psycho killer), and she never had company over unless they were broken, bleeding, or dying.

Or family. But she had very little family left in the world to invite over, so crossing out the last sentence, she only had injured people in her house that could rarely remember the path to her place.

(ramble-y post is ramble-y)