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Rhys Abernathy
 Posted: Jul 26 2016, 10:38 PM
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This thread is closed between Ryia and Rhys as it is actually taking place in the past. Once closed it will be considered part of a joined history no matter how brief the meeting. It takes place five years before the present in the forum.



It was a blissfully breezy spring day, not too warm, not too cold. The tall grass that surrounded the Abernathy house hold was parted only by a trampled dirt road that lead to the gates of the perimiter fence and the occasional game trail. This was the front of the property, the back was dotted with trees that grew into a dense forest some distance from the back wall and to the left of the property ran the river less than a mile away. The house wasn't the largest in the area but it boasted several rooms in addition to the usual that were purely to accommodate guests, ones which were usually other merchants or perchance passing nobility that were in need of temporary lodgings.

With two gardens within it's walls, one a courtyard with a well and the other with a short hedge maze, it was considered a beautiful property. To the right of the main house there were smaller buildings where thread was spun, fabrics woven, and leather's turned into beautiful works of craftsmanship by the people the family employed. The Abernathy's were well known for the fine bolts of fabrics they sold, some imported and others made local. Leather crafting was the secondary good the merchant family sold, their source of leather and furs usually came from both sellers in Geheim and Aerlion.

Today, on such a pleasant day, Rhys had found himself within the courtyard garden that sported the well. He had graduated from his studies at the Monastery and had taken the opportunity to visit his family. It was bright out, nearly mid-day, the smell of blooming flowers filled the air with each rustle from the breeze. The garden itself was thick with large and small plants alike and even fruit bearing trees that were able to withstand the winters in the local area. Elseware in the house his father spoke with one of the local trappers- they had a exclusive dealing with the family when it came to the furs and leathers.
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 Posted: Jul 26 2016, 10:56 PM
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At fifteen, there wasn't much to Ryia to shake a stick at. She wasn't even five feet tall, and was a skinny lanky thing. Usually she would have been left at home to tend to the house while her father and brothers made their delivery to the Abernathy house, but she'd begged to come along. Home was boring, though familiar. Ryia was desperate to get out, and take part in the trade with her father. She wanted to learn, and to just see things.

She'd behaved herself quite well, standing behind her father. Out of sight, out of mind, and children should be seen, and not heard. She knew that lesson well. However, the trade speak quickly got boring. She had a wall of brothers between her and her father, and it really was not hard to slip away quietly. Ryia was always silent in step, and quick of feet. Skittering out of the hall was easy.

There was respect and awe in the way she moved out of the room, and into the hall. She didn't snoop. Not exactly. There were other rooms to see, but that wasn't what she was looking for. She had seen a courtyard on the way in, with a tree that she was sure was full of ripe fruit. Being a bit of a wild child, she was positive no one would miss a piece or two from the yard. They were more for show, yes? Why else would it be in a space that was not clearly an orchard?

Finding the way into the courtyard was easy, the tree too, was simple to find. She made a direct line for the tree, pulling her small frame up and into the lower branches, reaching for a piece of fruit, oblivious to the fact that there was anyone else in the court yard. She could be single minded at times, more focused on her goal than her surroundings. There was much to learn yet.
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 Posted: Jul 26 2016, 11:30 PM
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Rhys would likely never be bulky in his life, but even at eighteen he had trained enough at Saint Antista's that, where he was once skinny at best, a layer of lean muscle had finally developed over the past years. His chance in appearance had amused and shocked even his eldest brother who hadn't missed the opportunity to tease his younger brother over it-- or his lack of facial hair. Honestly, at this point, Rhys doubted he would ever be able to grow a beard. But maybe that was for the best. He didn't need the hassle of keeping it groomed. It was a battle sometimes to keep the hair atop his head from being a mess constantly. Thankfully he'd learned to pat it down and run a comb through it and could rely on someone else when the time came to cut it short.

The young man was so absorbed into the book that lay flat on his lap, open, that he had entirely missed the entry of another into the garden. Though he could not see more than a tanned blur stretched out the darker brown background that were his trousers lap, Rhys' gaze had been set on the book. His brows pinched together in concentration as his left hand slowly swept down the pages. He couldn't make out words, could barely tell where the embellishment of heraldry script ran the length of the page, but by using his ability of a specialized Retro Cognition he was able to call up the text to his mind. The book whispered it's secrets within his mind, a task that took most of his concentration to accomplish.

What had finally pulled him from the world of whispered words was a sound that was actually audible. The sound of something, no, someone, climbing up a fruit tree near by. "Ciro?," He assumed it had been one of his younger siblings, his first youngest brother to be exact. He closed the book and rubbed his temples with both hands, clearing away the mental fog that always seemed to accompanied the whispered text. It took him only a moment before he continued, "You're going to fall. Again." And likely blame me for distracting him., he thought to himself with a small frown. Ciro , sixteen at the time, never missed a chance to make Rhys' life a nightmare in one way or another. It wasn't often that Rhys spent time with Ciro and maybe that was one reason he was always at the center of the young ones' mean spirited pranks when he was around.

Or, He thought to himself, It's because he's unstable. Rhys was well aware of some of the....crazier things his younger sibling had done.

Where Rhys sat, on a stone carved bench, he was two trees away from whoever was in the tree. Beside him a walking staff, the bottom worn until it was dulled and greyed, leaned against the back of the bench. Besides the book upon his lap this was all he had with him.
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 Posted: Jul 26 2016, 11:48 PM
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As the trip was a simple one, so Ryia had brought nothing but her own self with. No bow, nothing else that would be important or take up space. She had little on her that would make much noise either. All straps and ties, buckles were something that her father disliked, as they caught on things, caught the light at the wrong time. Troublesome things they were. Ryia took after her father like that. She'd take the extra time lacing up trousers and vests than worry about keeping a buckle all fancy and in place.

Ryia had made it three branches up, with the fruit just brushing her fingertips when she heard someone nearby, speak a name, and she froze. She reached over, pressing gently down on the nimble branch to find herself looking down at a man sitting on a bench, a book in his lap. Oh, oh dear. She hadn't realized anyone was here. Now she was caught, but... hmm. She wasn't this Ciro. She considered that a moment before snatching two of the fruit from the branches, and crouched before hooking a leg around the branch and letting herself slip backwards.

She hung there by her knees, peering at the man on the bench, "I won't fall." She reassured him, but said nothing more on the mistaken identity of who she was. She hung there, vibrant hair hanging loosely in waves from her head towards the ground as she bit into her fruit, mindful of leaving herself with a trail of juice running up her cheek. one hand hung loosely towards the ground, gently holding that second fruit. She found herself chewing thoughtfully, curious about the unique feeling she got from this young man. She could see he wasn't much older than her youngest older brother.

"Who're you supposed ta' be?" She asked finally, tilting her head to one side, eyes taking in him, the book, and the walking stick beside him on the bench. To say manners were not her strong suit, would be an understatement. Honestly, if there were proper introduction or even just a suggestion of the Abernathy children, Ryia hadn't paid any attention. Ryia shifted her weight slightly, wedging her foot into a fork in a branch to be sure she was secure in her hanging there, looking at him.
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 Posted: Jul 27 2016, 09:39 AM
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The voice that responded to Rhys was certainly not Ciro and though his time spent with his father's other children had been even less than the time spent with Ciro, he was fairly certain the voice didn't belong to any of the young girls. "Uah," Rhys found himself caught off guard by the fact someone unfamiliar was in the interior courtyard. Though he couldn't see the girl he could tell by the voice that it was in fact a girl that had climbed the tree. Maybe she was the daughter of one of the workers his father employed? The noise she made told him she had remained in the tree, the smell of the ripened fruit carried on the breeze enough for Rhys to know she had plucked some from place and was eating it. This fact didn't bother him, the fruit was otherwise just going to go to waste, wasn't it?

Rhys set the book aside before standing up and facing the unfamiliar voice and the body that, somewhere in front of him, sat in a tree. It was bright enough out that he could see a lighter blurr hanging beneath the shadowy branches of the tree. He approached with measured steps, leaving the staff behind, "Rhys Abernathy." Considering he was one of the only children who had not remained in the family home for the better part of his life, Rhys wouldn't have been upset or shocked to find a worker who didn't know him on sight. "And you are?"

Closer now he would have been easier to inspect. He was taller than her, likely close to his full height of five nine and not likely to get any taller by that point in his life. Narrow build, though it would have been difficult to tell he was leanly muscled beneath the style clothes he wore. His trousers were brown and tucked into mid-shin leather boots, belts about his waist with various pouches on them and a long sleeved tunic with a fitted vest over it. The tunic's sleeves had been tailored to keep them narrow without much fabric hanging down, this would help avoid having it snagged on things or smearing ink when he wrote. The sleeves were rolled just past his elbows. The vest was brown, barely broke in so it must have been new, and was tailored to fit. On his vest over the right chest was the symbol for Argents, it was also on the cap-sleeves of the vest, darkened in with stain to stand out against the brown of the leather.
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Normally Ryia would be entirely ready to bolt by this point, having been caught in the act of being somewhat indecent by climbing a tree, and technically stealing the fruit. However, she did not get the feeling from this man that she was in trouble. It was almost like she could tell that she was the farthest from trouble at this point. She was doing just what she ought to.

She watched passively as he stood, and moved closer to her, not entirely sure why he'd come closer. Eyes drifted to the left behind staff and book, then back to him, eyeing him and his manner of dress. He was much taller than her, nearly a foot. She still had a little growing to do, but not much. Despite the genetics of her family, she'd turned out to be a bit runty. Incredibly short, but still just as tough, or so she liked to believe.

Her own clothing was not that which was bought from tailors, but that from trappers who stitched their own. A leather vest, the inside of which was lined with the soft fur of some small unsuspecting creature, that in her current position hitched up a little. Her own trousers were well worn and patched in places, but snug on her narrow hips to avoid snagging while hunting. Boots were old, handed down from one brother to her, though well taken care of despite being worn thin in the toes. Sturdy but soft, perfect for hunting. The difference between them was very stark and obvious.

"Ryia Maelyss. My pa's inside selling to your pa." She assumed, though there was a fair chance he could have been a nephew or something. Her eyes lingered on the symbol for Argents on his chest. She was familiar with it, despite her inability to properly read. Taking a hold of her fruit with her teeth, Ryia reached up, caught the branch in one hand and dislodged her foot, before dropping out of the tree. Once on her feet she turned to him, offering the untouched fruit while she bit through her own.
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The vernacular, the hint of an earthy scent when the girl dropped from the tree, Rhys immediately concluded the girl wasn't from a wealthy family. The children of the wealthy, even if they were not nobles, were at least taught to speak clearly and properly enough. Where her earthy scent wasn't offensive in any manner, it was not a scent he would have expected from a 'proper' young woman. If he had to compare, he'd say his sisters honestly didn't have a scent that he could have easily detected with the exception of the rare occasion that they wore an oil of some sort.

If she were the child of a wealthy merchant, she must have been the oddity in her family. Every family had one. They had Ciro, afterall. Still his first impression of the girl didn't garner him any reason to change his attitude towards her. In fact he offered a brief, friendly smile after she had dropped down, "Ah." Maelyss. "I am familiar with the name." Though he couldn't recall ever meeting the girl's father, or any other member of the Maelyss clan for that matter. His memory was impeccable, so he was positive he had never encountered the family before, the familiarity of the name must have come from conversations he had sat in between his parents or his father and his eldest brother.

When the fruit was offered out he seemed to fully ignore it, though this wasn't actually the case. Depth perception was his down fall even on a sunny day, so her simple motion of holding up the fruit went unnoticed. To Rhys, Ryia's body was one blur under the shade of the tree once she had dropped down. The tree shaded her enough that, against the background of greens and light that was scattered by a cloud drifting over head, Rhys all but lost the girl in the visual. Beyond knowing what he had so far gathered- her name, gender, her social class, Rhys could tell little. He could approximate her age based on her voice perhaps but that was generally a long shot. Even the blur that might have told him how tall she was did him little good-- people came in all shapes and sizes and it never necessarily matched their age.

Once she had dropped down and effectively blended with the background, Rhys' gaze moved searchingly where she had just been standing. It was strange considering his eyes were bright enough that it wasn't obvious he had vision problems. It would require a better look at a closer distance for most to tell his gaze was exceptionally unfocused,even if attentive. He was looking for just enough of her outline to decide where he should actually be looking--- because, let's face it, he's been slapped plenty of times by accidentally letting his gaze linger a little too low. "You're welcome to the fruit, by the way." He tilted his head as a sound from a bird fluttering out of a near by bush momentarily caught his attention, his hands moving behind his back where they clasped one another. "I'm sure we could find a basket if you'd like to take some when you leave."
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 Posted: Jul 27 2016, 03:20 PM
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It was well and good that Rhys did not voice his observations about Ryia. While nothing he was considering of her was entirely offensive, she would have not taken too kindly to any of it. She was a small creature with a great deal of pride in herself. Ryia had never been in any habit of perfuming herself, besides maybe carrying a bunch of wildflowers now and again, but that was not something that happened on this day. Today she had bounded out of the woods to accost her father and demand she be allowed to tag along, and he'd conceded.

This Rhys, he was strange. She couldn't quite place her finger on it. Something with the way he was looking at her. She didn't place it until he ignored the offered fruit, resulting in her dropping her hand casually to her side, and then his gaze seemed to drift. She was observant and sharp, and noticed that almost at once. She tilted her head, studying his face before she took a step closer to him, though it was a small step.

If his gaze lingered low, there would be little for him to stare at with her, as Ryia was as slight as a boy her age, the curves and softness that came with puberty seemed to be avoiding her as best as it could. In years to come that would change, though not by much. Slim build and her active lifestyle would see to that.

He told her she was welcome to the fruit, and rather than a spoken word of thanks, she hummed a pleased note, happy to know she wouldn't get in trouble for her thieving. His offer of her taking some home however, was met with a shake of her head, "Pa'd be mad. Don't like us takin' what we don't earn." She told him. She tilted her head, and took a step to the side, and then another, sort of circling Rhys. "What's wrong wi' yer eyes?" It didn't strike her as rude to ask, but the way he looked at her, but didn't, it was a little unnerving for the girl. She'd never encountered that before. Not with someone who was just reading a book.
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"Understandable," Rhys didn't mind his offer being declined, but when she began to shift around little by little, he didn't follow her movements until twigs or gravel crunched underfoot. Even then her footsteps could have been so soft that Rhys would have had to strain to listen for them over the sound of wind in the trees, birds chirping, and other sounds of the outdoors. As she began to circle him, however, and would eventually come further out from the shadows, his gaze drifted from the left of the girl to settle directly on her. And then she asked the question every child asked. His sisters had asked him twice fold since his arrival in the house hold- they had been too young to recall they had already asked him once before the last time he had visited, or perhaps the girls simply hadn't cared to remember.

Though her question caused him to draw in a deep breath, Rhys smiled politely again as he exhaled. Even if her question was considered rude he knew it was unwise to possibly reflect that mannerism to the girl-- he didn't want to offend the child of his father's trade partner. He wasn't privy to exactly how close their fathers were and wouldn't want to risk damaging a trade agreement should the girl become offended and take the matter to her father. There might have only been a hint of mild aggravation when he had been asked the question, one that was quickly snuffed out. He had been asked it so many times in his life that it offended him less and less each time.

He would admit the girl was quick to pick up on it, though, it often took others longer to catch on. He assumed he must have missed something she had done, some sort of action he hadn't been able to see. "I was born with poor vision," He dropped his hands from behind his back, relaxing, shrugging his shoulders lightly, "Very...poor vision."
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Ryia had seen an old blind cat that strayed near the home before, and it's movements were very similar to Rhys' that it had felt oddly familiar when he didn't see her until she stepped out of the shade of the tree. For half a heart beat she was sure he was about to scold her or something, say something less pleasant, and maybe get her into some deal of trouble. He smiled though, so she relaxed slightly. He wasn't about to berate her, which was good, though she could tell he was not pleased, despite the smile on his face.

If there was any concern about someone tattling, it was her concern that he'd tattle to her father. That would put a stop to the trips quite quickly.

He admitted to poor vision from birth, and she nibbled at her fruit quietly and thoughtfully as he finlly completed the thought. Very poor vision. So perhaps he had not seen the offered fruit. She felt a little less offended by that, and insteand reached over to push the fruit into his hand. You know, the one she hadn't taken several bites out of, "Pa says the Angels challenge us wi' difficulties. His was losin' mama. Bet yours was your eyes." Ryia's father was likely the most religious out of everyone in the home, but he expressed lessons to his children. Among them were to take challenges as they were, and over come them. She could only assume that Rhys was doing just that.

"You were readin' though." She pointed out, looking over at the book he had left behind before back at him, eyeballing the Argent sigil on his vest.
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As Ryia came closer and eventually pressed the fruit into his hand, Rhys' gaze followed her until she stopped. He felt the fruit being pressed into his hand and smiled, "I would have to agree with him." With Ryia so close he could see her a little better. She was still one blur of colors but had the distinct shape of being human- her height was much smaller than his though the clothes she wore made her appear thicker than he'd expect. He immediately chalked it up to clothing, however, able to tell between the colors of her skin and garbs.

"Yes, I was," He raised the fruit and rolled it between both hands, "In a way, at least."

After a short pause he pocketed the fruit and scratched behind his ear, stepping backwards by half a step as he turned, "For me it's more like listening to the book than reading the text." His steps as he walked back to the bench were measured and evenly spaced, just as they had been when he had approached the tree Ryia had been in. He stopped a foot from the bench and picked up the book, sweeping his hand across the cover as if it had collected dust over the past few minutes he'd left it. "I am an Argent," he didn't particularly swell with pride over the title but saying it aloud made him feel pleased to an extent. "I have several abilities, one of which allows me to read without seeing the text." It could have been taken as Rhys boasting but his tone sounded more like a teacher than someone bragging on themselves.

Rhys was used to explaining this to people, it was something he had done so many times before, which was likely why he sounded borderline informative.
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Ryia had encountered an Argent or two in her time, though none really stood out to her. Just warnings from her father to keep quiet and behave. This was different however, as this Argent was speaking to her first, and was surprisingly calm, patient, and taking the time to explain things to her. She watched him move backwards, able to tell now that he seemed to know the area, like she knew the woods around her home, not needing to see, to walk.

He came out and told her officially that he was an Argent. She nodded a little, humming an affirmative, but not remarking that she knew because she could see the sigil on his vest. He was happy about it, she could tell that much.

The talk of reading without seeing the text was odd, throwing her off a little. Ryia herself couldn't read, but he didn't seem to be rubbing her face in the fact. That alone earned him more of her time, rather than her bolting right then. She was sensitive to shortcomings that might make her feel less. She belatedly followed after him, looking at the book, though she had no idea what it was even about, just noting that the cover was a pretty thing to look at.

"How?" She resumed her nibbling at the fruit, very nearly finished with it now, save for the stone from the center.
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"Well," Rhys began as he turned to face Ryia, "One of my gifts, which had been bestowed by the angels as I came of age, is called Retrocognition." The book in his hands had a thick cut of leather for the cover that had softened over the years, a simple pattern carved into it's front. It's exterior showed signs of ware by the edges turning down slightly, water stains spotted one side of the book, and the pages looked to have yellowed with time. No doubt the book had either traveled a great deal or could have been very old.

"This gift allows me to see things that have happened in the past." Knowing how close he was to the bench, Rhys sat down after first finding it with his right hand. "In my case I have fine tuned it enough that by concentrating hard and running my hand over the book's pages, I can call up the ink's memory of the book being written." It had taken him years to perfect the ability to such a degree- some things came easier than others, some objects could whisper their past to him louder than others. Sometimes, even without prompting his gift, Rhys would find touching an object or person could result in his ability practically screaming within his mind. Luckily that didn't happen too often.

"At least," He motioned at the book as his brows pinched together, "That's the easiest way to explain it." The easiest he had found at least, though he couldn't possibly had explained how ink could have a memory. "If I wanted to read without using my gift I'd have to get the book exceptionally close to the end of my nose." A hint of humor tagged the end of his words, Rhys knew he looked quite the sight when trying to read without using his gift. He would have quite literally had his nose in the book during his attempts. One day he hoped to find a magnifying lense powerful enough to aid in his reading, but thus far his searching had been fruitless.
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If he was going to play the role of teacher, which his tone, and his offering of information certainly felt like, Ryia was going to be a somewhat decent pupil. She had no idea what Retrocognition meant, but she echoed the word after he said it, "Retrocognition...." It was a funny word, and not a part of it meant anything to her. Despite it's apparent age, the book was still beautiful. Leather work of any kind was something Ryia liked. She was really resisting the urge to reach over and touch it.

Rhys sat down, and Ryia shifted her weight, shuffling over to stand in front of him, not entirely sure if she was welcome to sit on the bench or not. She was happy to stand however. With him seated, they were now the same height, which said a lot. He explained that the gift let him see things that happened in the past, and she just kind of stared at him for a moment. That didn't sound like much of a gift at all. That's what history was for, hearing all about the past. She might have spoken up, and said as much, but he explained how it worked for him, allowing him to read.

"You must like readin' if you try so hard to do it." She observed, taking the final bite of the fruit, leaving her with the pit in her palm. She had half a mind to toss it, but thought better of it, stuffing it in her pocket. Maybe if she planted it at home, it would grow too. Wouldn't that be something to see?
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"I do," Rhys confessed, "For someone who struggles with traveling to hear the spoken histories of the kingdoms, reading is a safer alternative." While he could travel and to an extent liked to travel, since he had not seen much of the world in his years, it wasn't easy for obvious reasons. Being nearly blind as a bat made plenty of things difficult for the Argent. Some were easier to overcome than others.

Couldn't exactly detect a low hanging tree branch while riding a horse, now could he? Not until his head made contact with it at the very least.

He didn't go into further detail of the ability, or bring up any of the others. It seemed unless Ryai asked for more information the impromptu lesson was over. "Do you accompany your father to all of his trades?" It was his turn to ask a question, even if it were solely to keep up small talk. He had a feeling, since he'd found her plucking fruit from the tree with no chaperone near by (none that he knew at least) that she had likely grown bored with the trade talks and struck out to explore the household.

He set the book on his lap and moved his staff- where it had previously been blocking the rest of the bench it was moved to his other side, creating a unspoken invitation for Ryai to sit if she had wanted.
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Emeria is rated 3/2/2 by the RPGRating.com system. This rating means that, in addition to less intense scenes, we also permit the use of foul language, and some kinds of graphic violence and sexual scenes. But don't worry, that doesn't mean that that's all you'll find here! Threads which surpass a PG rating will be marked as such, which will prevent any accidents. However, we do request that all of our members are at least 16 years of age before joining.

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Open Since June 6, 2016