Post by *Nightwhisper on Dec 28, 2019 18:50:26 GMT -5
(I'm glad to hear it. ^^ )
"And I as well," Danir agreed. He was interested to learn more about this woman and the life she lead, about the world she lived in. While there were plenty of people who would scold him for such a thing, his natural curiosity over ruled long preached warnings. So far, Edlyn was the complete opposite of what he had heard of humans, and he was sure there were more like her. It was just a shame he wouldn't get a chance to find those people. He nodded his head to her in return and watched her leave. A smile was on his face as he settled himself as comfortably as he could, closing his eyes to try and rest while he could.
(Alright. I'm thinking maybe either that night or a day/two later. I also don't know what exactly you have planned with Danir and his brothers yet, so maybe we do something in that direction instead if you wanted. What are your thoughts?)
Post by *Nightwhisper on Jan 11, 2020 10:55:29 GMT -5
(Well, it would be four days before a search party reaches the edge of the forest, and perhaps another day to track him to her house. So I think we can skip a day or two have have some more interactions between them before introducing his brothers. That way, Danir might be able to get up and about some and help her with things. Or at the very least stay with her while she works and have conversations with her. Just enough to develop their friendship a bit more before throwing in some drama. XD)
It was midday. With the approch of autumn upon the land, it was also rather comfortable outside. Edlyn was working in her forge and had the doors and windows opened. It was in part so the smithy wouldn't overheat and because it was nice outside. For two long days and nights, she had been within the confinds of the building working on the various orders for waiting customers. She would be done with the work soon enough and would move on to other jobs, which hopefully wouldn't give her as much to do. For now she contiuned to work with with steel creating weapons and other works of metal. No one had come back after Tia and Marsh made their visit. It allowed Danir to join her in the forge from time to time. She enjoyed the company as it made the occasional mindless work exciting.
They talked about their lives some as well as what life was like for their respective people. It was all very fascinating and rather fun. When they weren't talking, the elf was helping around her house or resting. She was grateful for the help, especially because having someone around was nice. He seemed to have gotten stronger since the fight with the wampus days before, which was good. Although she liked having the company around, she also knew the longer he hung around the more danger the two of them were in. She wasn't looking forward to saying bye to her friend, but didn't dwell on it. She would think about it when it happened and that wouldn't be for at least another few days or so. For now she could enjoy learning about elven culture and getting to know her friend better.
Post by *Nightwhisper on Jan 23, 2020 21:35:23 GMT -5
The healing was slow, but it was coming along well enough. After two days, the fever and fear of infection were gone. All that was left were the bruises and cracked ribs that would heal on the own time. His shoulder as well was still out of commission, but he could live without it for a while. It was the fear of infections Danir had most been worried about, and, with no such thing happening, he could rest easy and make the most of his time with Edlyn.
While he wasn't able to do much, the elf certainly found plenty to occupy his time. On few occasions, he had joined the blacksmith in her workshop, observing her at work and inspecting her creations, both completed and in progress. For someone without the use of magic, the quality of her work was amazing. Sure, he knew of a few elves who worked as smiths without magic, but they also had a few hundred years under their belts. Edlyn, however, had much, much less experience but exceptional skill. The times when she wasn't in the process of making something, he was asking question after question about this and that, curios and eager to learn what he could. When he wasn't in the smithy, he was back in her house, doing chores to help her out, cleaning or cooking mostly, or resting. His health might be returning, but it took time for strength to be regained. Danir, however, didn't seem to mind much.
Noon was fast approaching, and the elf had just finished straightening up the house. Normally, he wasn't one for organization. Everything had a place, yes, but that place was usually in odd spots that would be considered messy for certain people. Here, though, he wanted Edlyn to not have to worry about picking up after him. So he took great pains not to let a mess accumulate in the areas of the house he had access to. It wasn't like it was a difficult task. The woman had been in her workshop all morning, even before he had rolled out of bed. He wasn't entirely sure if she had eaten breakfast, so the male had put together a light lunch. Once everything was cooked, he headed out to the smithy to convince his human friend to take a short break. The doors to the smithy were open, and the sounds of a hammer striking metal could be heard. A smile tugged at his lips. Hard at work, he thought, reaching the entrance. He stopped and knocked as loud as he could on the doorway to give some kind of warning he was there so he wouldn't scare her. "Hello in there," he called, just for added measure.
Edlyn heard the knock and acknowledged it with a nod. She didn't look up from her work until Danir said something. Pulling up her goggles, she turned to him with a smile and motioned for him to enter as she paused the pounding of the blade. The hunting knife was taking shape and the first part of the process was almost complete. For now she set the metal piece down and turned her attention to the elf. The scent of food wafted in among the metallic smells. She could feel her stomach growl as the man approched with a tray. Edlyn's grin widen as she moved towards the forge sink to wash up. A bit of grime stained her face and arms. Her hands were more or less clean due to thick, leather work gloves. Once she was clean enough, she gestered to an empty table to the side of the room. It was one of the few surfaces that was covered in metal shavings, papers, equipment, or any number of other objects in the smithy.
"Good morning. Or afternoon. Or whatever time it is. How'd you sleep?" The woman asked as she settled in a chair. She paused for a moment and took a quick glance around through one of the open windows. It was unlikely anyone would come upon the pair, but one could never be too careful. She wanted to be sure their secret was kept safe. After a moment, she turned back to Danir.
"So, do you have any more stories for me?" She asked curiously. They had been mostly trading tales and memories between them for the past few days. She was interested in learning more about elf soecity and mythology and knew he had similar interests. Beyond that, she liked getting to know more about him as a person.
Post by *Nightwhisper on Jan 28, 2020 20:17:55 GMT -5
Seeing the woman look up from her work, Danir stepped into the forge. He was careful as he walked, mainly because his hold on the tray of food wasn't the best. While it was healing, his should still wasn't where he could use it or his arm properly, so it was taking a lot of will to keep his arm cooperating. Upon reaching the one cleared table in her workshop, he gently set down the food and smiled. "Good afternoon," he returned. "I slept well. It seems that my fevers have finally stopped, and I actually got a full night's sleep. I assume you had a good night as well since you seem to have gotten an early start to your work."
The elf took the other seat at the table, motioning for her to go ahead and eat. His breakfast hadn't been too long ago, so he could wait until she had gotten what she wanted before serving himself. To her question about new stories, his lips curved into a smile. "I might. Although, I have far too many still in reserve. You might need to help me narrow down the selections. What do you feel like hearing about today?" Edlyn had proven that her interested lied in pretty much anything he told her of his culture and his own childhood.
(Ah I didn't realize you replied. I'm so sorry for that! So, finally here's my reply.)
The elf carefully walked in, avoiding the messes she left behind in her shop. It appeared he was having a bit of diffculty maneuvering about, especially as he tried to keep the tray attentively balanced. Edlyn remained close and alert in case he needed help, though he never asked for it. Danir managed to get to the only empty table with relative ease and set down the food. She joined the man and sat across from him, asking about his morning. He answered idly as she settled in.
"That's good," she chimed as she reached for some food. "You've certainly gotten more active since the attack. And yes, as you've suspected I've also had a good night's rest." She had slept less as she got busier. However the blacksmith managed to get a food rest reguardless. She paused and began to eat. As she started her meal, the elf spoke up. She smiled as he left the decision up to her. There were many possiblities she could ask about. She knew about some of his childhood misadventures and a little of his ranger training. Edlyn never found out why he went down that path. Pausing for a moment, she posed her question.
"What make you want to become a ranger in the first place?" The woman asked curiously. She knew many things about her elf friend, but not why he went down the path he did.
Post by *Nightwhisper on Feb 4, 2020 9:42:42 GMT -5
(It's okay! You have to put up with my spacey replies all the time, so there's no worries. ^^ )
"I'm never one to sit still. My brothers will tease that I'm more energy than muscle," Danir told her to her comment of him becoming more active. Yes, he was still sore, but he didn't like the thought of lying about all day when he was still capable of doing things. Besides, he didn't have long to spend with his human companion, and the only times he got to talk to her was when he followed her to the forge or when she returned from it in the evenings. So he found things to do to not only be a useful guest as well as stifle his boredom.
Leaning back in his chair, the elf considered the answer to the questions posed to him. It wasn't one he had been asked before. For the elves, occupations were something that one could change whenever the fancy took them. No one questioned why they did what they did. It was a given that this was what interested them at the time, and they would either stick with it or change their mind whenever they grew tired of it. Now, Danir had to actually find a reason as to why being a ranger had been his first choice. "I have no head for the politics and games of the court," he told her. "I've watched my eldest brother move his way up in it, and, while I have learned a thing or two from it, found it more confusing and stuffy than I care to partake in. I've never been one to create or grow things, nor interested in fighting under the title of Royal Guard. A ranger just has a certain... freedom to it. Yes, we have limits and work under set instructions when the time comes, but we're not bound to the same strict lifestyles guards are. No one expects us to show up to fancy parties all the time and flaunt status, or gossip of petty things. We don't have to worry about or products being under the extreme scrutiny of everyone else. We're just hunters and trackers, tasked with making sure there's food a plenty and no monsters to attack the town. For a child such as myself, I guess I liked the idea of basically being able to run wild and play monster slayer."
(Ah okay! And don't worry about your spacy replies. It happens.)
Edlyn grinned at his comment before inquiring about his job. As he began to explain his reasoning, the blacksmith nodded along in interest. During his explanation, the woman had pulled out her necklace and began to mess with it. She played with an iron pendant around her neck, rubbing her thumb over the small object. It was a simple, even crude circular piece attached to a simple leather chord around her neck. Although she didn't look at the symbol, she didn't have to. There would be a small flame with a dagger in front of it making it rather simple. She didn't look away from the elf as he spoke. She didn't even notice what she did as it had always been a habit of hers. When he finished, Edlyn offered a smile.
"That honestly makes sense. I've spent enough time around nobles, knights, guards, and the like to be...not very fond of that lifestyle. As you've mentioned, it's simply too restrictive and. Honestly, I would even argue it's dull to a degree," Edlyn remarked. Of course she had some formal training as a knight. Her mother was a captain after all. However the freedom a blacksmith granted her was unmatched. She didn't have the skill to be a woodswoman similar to Danir or the care to be a healer. That made blacksmithing the perfect job for the woman. "Anyway, the sound of child you playing monster hunter sounds cute. Were any of your brothers like that too and indulge in your dreams? What about your parents? Or are you simply the only one to dabble in the path of a ranger?"
Post by *Nightwhisper on Feb 5, 2020 19:52:14 GMT -5
Danir, however, did take notice of Edlyn's habit. It didn't bother him, nor did it distract him. If anything, he just stored it away as an interesting detail of her personality. As a ranger, he was trained to pick up small details. It was more used towards tracking and whatnot, but he found himself applying it to those he encountered. He had a whole book worth of such details on his brothers alone. The woman tended to idly fidget with her necklace when listening to. This was not the first time she had done such thing, but, in fact, she had done in many times during their other story exchanges.
"Child me was a hooligan, more so than I am now," the elf admitted with a small laugh. "I have no idea how anyone put up with me. My brothers were a mixed reactions. Baltore, the eldest, he supported my dreams as any older brother would. The others, while never dismissing or putting down my ambitions, were too caught up in their own things to really give much care. Our parents," his words paused briefly there, but were soon continuing on, "they were as supportive as any parents. My mother started to dabble in it by the time I was born, which might have played a part in my decision to start with this line of work myself. But none of my other siblings cared much for it."
"But aren't all children hooligans in one way or another?" Edlyn mused. The blacksmith lightly laughed along at the comment, but swiftly quieted as he continued. She smiled as he mentioned his oldest brother supporting him. It reminded her of her own siblings in a way. Only they were more active in her life. It was probably due to the smaller age gap between them compared to Danir and his siblings. When he moved onto his parents, Danir hesitated for a moment. Guilt tugged at the woman's chest as she gripped the pendant for a second. Right. Probably shouldn't have asked about them, the woman thought. She gave him a small, sympathetic look for a brief moment. Only a few second passed before the elf managed to move on, finishing his thoughts.
"Ah, so you're the only ranger in your family then." She paused for a moment, curious at what his siblings did. She hoped it would give her more insight on elf soectit and perhaps even their day to day lives. "What do your brothers do then? You've mentioned Baltore chose a path in politics, but what of the others?" She felt a bit bad asking the man so many personal questions while revealing little about herself. Of course there was some merit to that. She didn't want to freak him out by revealing just how prominate her family was within the kingdom.
Post by *Nightwhisper on Feb 6, 2020 9:37:37 GMT -5
"In some shape, form, or fashion, I would believe so. If not, than what's the point of being a child?" Danir asked, giving her an easy smile. "But at the time, there were few children my age exactly to compare that to. So, by default, no one was as bad as me. Although," he added, his grin turning a bit mischievous, "I could see you causing some mayhem in your own youth."
He nodded in confirmation. "As of right now, I am. Baltore is the political enthusiast, as I have mentioned, two are royal guards, and one is of a researcher of sorts. He's tried to explain it to me, but, if I'm to be honest, I usually zone out. I believe it has something to do with the creatures and environment in the forest, and I'm sure it's much more grander than I'm putting it. He's over there trying to learn more about them, while I'm over here learning how to hunt them. Not that funny, but it makes me chuckle thinking about it."
The woman nodded agreement, and chuckled as the elf continued. A michevious grin formed on his face as her own troublemaking. Edlyn cracked a smile. "I may or may not have been something of a scoundrel when I was younger myself. You know, not listening to authority, getting into fights...and egging people on to make the first move so I can beat them. It's a mystery to say the least one that may never be solved." There was a clear teasing in her voice as she spoke. Edlyn looked away for a moment, a bit of a proud smile tugging at her lips.
The blacksmith contiuned to nod along as he spoke. When he finished, she lightly chuckled at his last words. "Quite the diverse set of occupations then. Well not extremely diverse I suppose. There's overlap between scholars and politicians and then with rangers and guards. There can also be arguements made, I imagine, for similarities in other fields and...and I'm rambling. Sorry about that." Edlyn reddened slightly. She had a tendency to go on random tangents and either bore or chase people away with her musings. Of course it wasn't like there were many places for the elf to go, but she didn't want to overwhelm him either.
Post by *Nightwhisper on Feb 6, 2020 20:41:01 GMT -5
It might have been teasing, but it brought a chuckle from the male. "I can picture just the fights you described," Danir replied, fully believing that, fact or fiction, Edlyn would most likely win whatever fights she started. If not all of them, than a good majority of them. She was a resourceful woman, and he as sure that had always been the case. "Sometimes people need some help being convinced of taking part in some good old friendly banter."
"Oh, ramble on. I don't mind," the elf reassured her, and he meant it. He didn't find any problems whenever the woman found herself rambling. It was just another piece of her puzzle that made up the full picture. She wasn't rambling about anything offensive, so what harm was there in it? It also gave him a glimpse of her thought process. Many people were like her, who voiced their thoughts as they came across them in conversations, so it wasn't that noteworthy. It was more interesting to him because he liked learning everything about this human. Besides, this might be the only chance he would ever have getting to know a human, so he was going to take advantage of it. "You're right in your comments. There are a lot of overlapping in occupations. My father was a guard, not for the Royals, but one that kept the town safe. He and my mother, while both intrigued by the premise of keeping the town safe, leaned two different ways in how they wanted to do it. Again, I feel like the structure of the occupations played a part in it, but I also suspect that their personalities had a much bigger influence."
The light-haird woman grinned and laughed. "Well I can gladly say you have nothing to worry about. I'm not that way any more." Once more she took on a teasing tone and capped off her statement with a wink. "Anyway, you're right about that. Most of the fights or troubles I got myself into- whether or not I instigated them in any way -were almost rarely not deserved. Unfortunately some people need to be put in their place from time to time. Either their head's gotten too big or they're something of a bully. Neither are good." Growing up around court, noble, and royal affairs, the young woman had dealt with far too many of those types. Sure she gained a negative reputation, but it didn't bother her too much. She was never made for that kind of life anyway.
Edlyn managed another smile, relieved to hear he wasn't daunted by her words. "That's very interesting, though I suppose we human are similar. For example, the adventurous nature of a knight was interesting, but the ridged ranks and discipline is uninteresting to me. Me becoming a blacksmith was ultimately better. That and my dad was one so I followed in his footsteps. I also did it early enough to where I didn't have to worry about wasting my time and the time of the captains when changing my path. Unfortunately that is a luxury a few of us have. Sure as we come into our personalities we may choose occupations that fit it. However it's not always easy to know what's right, so once we have our chosen path, it's near impossible to go back. I suppose we only have one shot at getting it right early in life, or having to start over almost completely, which could take upwards of thirty years for some professions. Sometimes it's easier to deal with it than to change things."
By that time, the blacksmith had finished her food. "Thank you for the meal. I really appreciated it. And thanks for all the help around the house. It's nice to have the extra hands around for the short time being. Anyway, are you going to have anything? You haven't touched any of the food yet," she inquired as she gestered to the tray.
Post by *Nightwhisper on Feb 7, 2020 16:31:27 GMT -5
"And who said I was worried about it?" Danir asked, giving her a smirk. "I might have been hoping you were the same now as you were then. Make things more interesting." As if she needed anything more to make her interesting. Just as Edlyn had been enthralled with his tales and facts, so had he been when the roles were reversed. "I understand your reasoning. Sadly, there are far too many people who just don't know how to keep their mouths shut and actions in line. I've put quiet a few of those characters into place, and many have done the same to me. It's embarrassing to admit, but there's no point in trying to hide it."
He listened as she explained how occupations for the humans worked. For the most part things were similar for them as the elves, but there was still one huge detail that made things different. "My first thought was that thirty years isn't that long to learn a new craft, but then I have to remember that you humans don't live as long as elves. Thirty years is pretty much a life time for you, isn't it?" Danir shook his head, a strand of his brown hair falling into her face. He hadn't bothered braiding it or anything, so he all fell straight over his shoulders. "It seems like such a waste being forced to try and guess what you want to do for the rest of your life. Sometimes one doesn't find that information out until one has started training or even been working at a job for years. But you don't get that opportunity to experiment and figure out what you actually enjoy doing, do you?"
When she had finished her food and asked about his own meal, the elf shook his head. "It was nothing. I'm glad you enjoyed it," he told her. "I had a late breakfast, so I was more focused on making sure you took the time to eat before I worried about myself. That, and I got so caught up in our discussion that I kind of forgot."
With a slight tilt of her head, she acknowledged his point with her own smirk. "Alright, that's fair. But I suppose that either makes you brave or foolish." She paused for a moment as he continued, cocking an eyebrow but keeping her smile. She wanted to make it clear she was simply messing with him, though wasn't sure how well she managed it. "Oh, so you're saying I'm not interesting then?" She teasingly accused. "Anyway, you've got that right. I'm just glad I'm not the only one with that expierence. Not like I expected to be of course, but it's good to know there's someone else who's dealt with those types. Even if you were like that yourself. I may not know you the best yet, but I'm glad your humble enough, I suppose, to admit you've been put in your place. And on the bright side, it seems you've learned from it."
"In all fairness, thirty years is a bit of an over exaggeration on my part. But only a bit, though. It's closer between twenty to twenty-five years to truly master something, specifically some kind of craft like blacksmithing. Of course there are various other factors that count to be considered a master like skill or who well someone can learn. Luckily for me, I've been mostly surrounded by it for a majority of my life, so I'm pretty much a master at this point. But yes, thirty years for us, especially of we're talking about starting something at ten, is a long time. If someone begins lessons at around the age of ten- many even start later -they would be thirty to fourty by the time they're considered master of their craft." She paused again as the man lamented for a moment about time. She couldn't help but nod in agreement at some parts.
"Ah yes, time. Humans have so little of it to work with. In my youth, I wondered if I did have the lifespan of an elf on a few occasions. What would I do with such a thing? What would I accomplish or discover or learn? As you've pointed out, some find their passions too late in life. We do tend to only have one shot or have to start over. Few chose to do that due to, well, time, age, financial situations, and pressure of the job among other factors. For people like me who were lucky enough to discover their passions." She stopped speaking for a moment, giving herself a chance to consider his last words. "Despite all that, I wouldn't say age for us is nessecirily a bad thing. I mean, we shouldn't give up finding our passions once we reach a certain age. If someone's foty or even sixty years old, there's still a chance to do what they love. I know it may sound like I'm controditcing myself to a degree, but age should never stop someone from trying...Unless it's for something like having children, of course."
As Danir answered her, the blacksmith noticed the lose strand of hair, glad she wouldn't have to worry something like that. Unlike her elf friend, Edlyn didn't have to worry about any lose strands of hair. She tended to keep it back in a tight ponytail or braid. She rarely had it down, usually only when she was going to sleep for the night. The woman offered a warm smile. "That was very thoughtful of you. Thanks."
Post by *Nightwhisper on Feb 8, 2020 22:23:12 GMT -5
"Yes," was the only response given to her statement, not confirming which option was the correct one. Brave or foolish, he liked to believe he was a little bit of both, depending on the day and circumstance. As she continued, he had to laugh. "I'm not sure if humble is the right term, but I will take it if you're giving out the compliments. Yet learn from those fights I have. Now I at least give two more seconds of thought before starting any fights." As much as he joked, Danir had learned from the stupidity of his youth. It took one too many people beating it into him before he realized it, but he hadn't suffered through it for nothing. Young as he still was to his own people, he slipped up every now and then, having many close calls. The difference now was that he had an idea of how to backtrack and handle those situations before a fight was necessary. Most of the times anyhow.
"You begin at age ten? That's so young," the elf mused. When he was ten, sure he was like human ten year olds, but he was still running about carefree and not worried about anything. Ten was such a young age, much too young to be trusted with any kind of training. Apprenticeships and schooling didn't start until a child was at least twenty. "I mean, I guess you do what you have to with your short life-spans, but I can't imagine any child of ten would be able to focus on anything long enough to learn much."
The more she talked, the more he tried to wrap his mind around the time frame of humans. It was difficult, though he didn't know why. Danir was used to having the days, months, and years stretch out before him, seeming longer than they actually where. In a way, time both passed by too fast and not fast enough, blurring together into a weird sequence of day and night, and shifting seasons. What would it be like if his past sixty years were suddenly to be all he was guaranteed? He had yet to spend a whole lot of time in adulthood as it was, so to him, it would be like dying far too young. For humans, sixty was well on the downward slope of life. How? He wasn't sure. Perhaps it was the lack of magic to influence their bodies. That was the only reason he could think of that made the most sense. "I'm not saying age keeps one from finding their passions. I guess I should have worded that better," he said. "After all, there are plenty of elves in their thousands years who start new projects. I merely meant it has one would have less time to truly enjoy the projects or jobs that were newly found."
Smiling he nodded slightly. "You are most certainly welcome. It was the least that I could do. Is there anything you would like me to do? Any suggestions for dinner?"
Edlyn let out yet another laugh. It was proving to be the most fun she had in a while, which only made the thought of her friend leaving worse. The woman sighed and pushed the thoughts from her head. Instead she chose to enjoy the time she had with him currently. "That's good. As I said, I certainly would've put you in your place if you needed it." She gave another wink, grinning as she continued to play with her necklace. The topic shifted towards human ages. She wasn't all that surprised, it would've come up eventually, especially because it was so different from elf aging. So she assumed at least.
"Yes, we do. Typically. It can be diffcult to keep patient and focused to properly learn everything. On top of that, most people also have to go through schooling. It can be a lot for a child to manage at such an age. But manage we do. It's something most people are good at, actually." Although there was a slight humorous tone to her voice, it was almost as serious. With only so much time, humans had to be good about how they managed it.
"Of course. You are quite right in that regard. The later someone finds their passion, the less time they have to do it. Of course, that's only one part of the puzzle. The physical aspect is another. I'm physcially quite strong, especially for a woman. I still have a good couple of decades before grows too sore to work. However I also can't predict the future. What if I break my back or my wrist or some other bone? My injury will heal with time, but the pain will eventually come back. Or even worse, the injury never properly heals. And then what? I'm forced to stop doing my work? That thought is truthfully scary to me. The fact is, one day I won't be able to do the things I can now. I'll lose my independence and the thing I love to do. That's not even accounting for the fact people start getting random body pains as early as their thirties. Some unlucky few may even start in their twenties. I'm sure eleves may go through the same concerns, but at least you have magic and a longer life," the woman noted. She paused for a moment and let herself catch a break from all the speaking. She was bothered by those thoughts, but didn't want to bring the jovial mood they had created down. Before she could continue, Danir inquired about the evening meal and if he could help with anything. Edlyn grinned.
"Well, there's nothing I can think of right now. I'll certainly let you know if anything needs to be done. As for dinner, I don't know. Surprise me." She offered another smile, curious to his reaction. After a few minutes, she changed the topic.
"Anyway, we've talked a lot about human aging. What about for elves? I'm twenty-four and I can imagine I'd be almost like a teenager to you, though perhaps more mature? I'm not entirely sure how it works," she admitted.
Post by *Nightwhisper on Feb 9, 2020 15:14:15 GMT -5
"I might have just let you," the male replied, chuckling. Who knows what he would have done had things been different enough for the two of them to known each other back then. Surely if that was the case, they wouldn't have to be worrying about anyone else finding out of his presence here. While the idea of it was nothing more that fantasy, Danir would still like to believe that the two would have been good friends had things been different, and, of course, if they even lived in the same area where they would run into each other on a regular basis.
"But wouldn't that deter some kids from learning?" Danir asked. "Or would that sort of help them figure out what they like to do? Like, if they don't like sitting through training and schooling for a certain occupation, then they can switch to find something else. Or do children have that option?"
As Edlyn talked about the struggles of the human aging experience, Danir felt his smile fading a bit. To be honest, he couldn't relate to the worries she was voicing. Yes, age takes a toll on the body, even for elves, but, as she had mentioned, they had magic to help ease such aches and pains, giving them more time to live their lives with no hindrances. Of course, there were some injuries and illnesses that magic couldn't heal fully given the circumstances, but that was a rare occurrence. He didn't know how to respond to this information he had been given, so he stayed silent until Edlyn changed the subject.
"Then surprise you I will," he claimed, his smile returning to his face once more. "You would be right, about the age comparison. Our rate of growth is similar to humans, but we don't mature until later. So around twenty to thirty is when most of us reach that puberty stage. So technically, you're more mature than I am. You're in your twenty-four and passed the awkward teenage years for a bit now. Whereas I'm sixty and just have barely gotten out of that stage. No one will stop seeing me as a child, though, until I reach my first century, though, so there's that to look forward to."
The blacksmith smirked. "Well who knows. I'm always up for a little friendly sparring if you're still going through a troublesome treak," she teased. The conversation soon turned to humans, aging, and children. It was interesting and she was having fun discussing the topic with the elf. She considered the man's words for a moment before answering.
"It depends on the child. Education is valued within the kingdom. At least a basic understanding of things like math, history, and science. Reading and writing are, of course, also quite important. Most children go through some form of basic schooling for at least a few years, a majority into their early teens at least. Most who continue after that tend to become scholars or work in similar fields. They can also certainly switch to find their path or calling. Only restraints tend to be money, location, and of course time," the woman explained. Once more the conversation shifted to the problems of age. As Edlyn lamented about human aging, she couldn't help but notice a change in Danir's mood. His smile visibly faded some and she could see him shrink down into his seat slightly. The woman frowned, a bit of guilt tugging at her chest.
"Sorry. I didn't mean to bring the mood down with all that talk. It's just been something on my mind recently I suppose. Anyway, I can't wait to see what you do tonight." She quieted again as he continued with the conversation. "Ah interesting. So you rapidly age and mature for the first twenty or so years before it greatly slows down for the rest of your life then. Anyway, that sounds right. The maturity thing, not the hundredth year thing. Though it makes sense. Being seen as an adult is always something to look forward to. After I turned twenty, people finally seem to respect me more and saw me as a woman and not a girl. Sure there were some occasional drawbacks, and trust me there still are, but it was nice being respected and actually having my thoughts listened to. I'm still young, so it's not like everything changed in an instant. But there was a still a chance and I noticed more of one as time goes on."
Post by *Nightwhisper on Feb 14, 2020 19:46:42 GMT -5
"I would love to take you up on the offer, but I think I'll have to pass. At least until my arm is fully healed," Danir replied, laughing slightly. Now, there were plenty of elves he knew of that could easily fight with the use of one arm and in much wore condition than he, but he didn't care to test the limits of his skills right now. Although, he would have very much liked the chance to spar with her. It sounded like it would be fun. Sadly, that wouldn't happen. He would be leaving here in a couple of days, and the chances of him ever returning this far out of the forest were slim to none. His only time with Edlyn would be the days he spent with her now.
The elf nodded along to her words. Education was highly valued with the elves as well. While the levels of one's knowledge depended on the field, it was to be expected that everyone had basic skills as well. "Knowledge is prized among my people," he agreed. "So much so that the schools are opened to everyone. There's no money involved, no age limit. Of course, since children aren't born often, that means the lower level classes aren't used often. And when a child is born, there's usually only one at a time. So I guess we don't have schools per say, but tutors. Often times its the parents who teach their child as much as they can. Then when the child has learned all the basics, it's tie for them to choose a field of training anyway. They will get more specialized schooling in that area by their mentors, or, if it's a popular craft, classes will be taught by one or two elves who are masters in that area."
"I assume it's because of a survival need that it works like that. We grow and develop to learn how to provide, defend, and function on our own as quickly as we can, and once we are able to do that, our growth evens out," he explained. Then shrugged. "Or something like that. I'm sure there's someone who has dedicated the time and effort to know how and why that is, but I wouldn't know who that someone is. But, yes, the finally being listened to and treated with some ounce of respect is something I can't wait to have. Even if I'm drawing closer to the adult side of things, being the youngest of the entire village doesn't really help my case. I'm sure I could be 600 years old and still be looked at as an inexperienced youth to the rest of the village if no one else has a child by then. "
"Until then," Edlyn replied with a grin. She was curious to see how she'd fair in a friendly fight with the elf. Of course, it would depend on the parameters they would set. Would magic be involved? Or would it simply be a duel based on pure skill? The thought was interesting. The woman didn't have much time to dwell on it as the man's words caught her attention once more.
"That's interesting and certainly different from us," the woman began. "Most children don't have tutors or aren't taught by their parents. There are a few homesteads so far from any town that children have to be homeschooled, but those are few and far between. In small towns, there tends to be only one school with older students being taught in the morning and children going in the afternoons. Though, there isn't a whole lot of disparity between ages. In larger towns and the cities, there is. They can accommodate more kids and have more people to teach more groups at various times. In cities are more diverse in schooling options. Most children attend with kids around their age and stop going in their late teens. Wealthier families tend to go with private tutors, though many still attend some type of formal schooling. Also, unlike elves, there's a much shorter window to have children, so we have kids more often. That means having classes where everyone is only within a year or two in age of each other."
The blacksmith nodded. "That makes sense, even if you're guessing." She paused for a moment and let out a small chuckle. "You're not wrong. I'll admit, I'm still seen as a kid and troublemaker whenever I visit home. Not that it's entierly unearned of course. But as I said, I'm twenty-four and have been providing for myself for the past three years or so. That doesn't matter, especially to my parents. I'm still their baby girl in their eyes." She paused for a moment, and smiled fondly. Yes, it annoyed her to be babied by her family, but she also knew it came from a place of love. Her hazel eyes drifted back towards Danir, and for a moment she wondered how he dealt with losing his parents so young. Edlyn pushed the negative thoughts from her mind. She didn't need to think about that.
Post by *Nightwhisper on Feb 20, 2020 20:22:12 GMT -5
The thought of being in a room with multiple other students sounded like a disaster waiting to happen. It might have just been because of the fact he had only ever been the only student taught by his mentor at this time, but he didn't imagine having more then two or three youths would be easy to handle. Especially if they were in their younger years. Children were harden to get to pay attention the younger they are, so he couldn't imagine how anyone would be able to handle a large class of them. "I guess that's one way to go about it," he said, still trying to picture what a normal human class would be like. "If it works, then there's not much I can criticize about it. You've learned how to adapt and meet the needs that your kind calls for. Of course, I still prefer my own mentor, but I guess that could also be taken as me being spoiled." As he said this, he gave a small laugh to let Edlyn know that he wasn't to be taken too seriously. In a way, he was spoiled, but he liked to think that he had learned not to act like he was.
"Aye, my brothers are always the first to point out how young and inexperienced I am with everything," the elf agreed, smiling at the mention of his remaining family. "They take every chance they can to tease and crack jokes at my expanse. Of course, I always retaliate, but I can't be too annoyed by them. It's kind of their jobs as older siblings. Just like it's my job as the youngest to annoy and get on their nerves all the time. I say that even things out some."
The woman grinned. "You're not the only one. A good blacksmith is hard to find, and one who's an excellent mentor who can focus on you is even more diffcult. I got lucky," Edlyn mused. Of course, that blacksmith was also her father. Sure he had a handful of other apprentices over the years, but Edlyn always had more time to learn with him. For a moment, memories of long days in the forge with her father flooded her mind. The warm scents of heated metal and burning fire made her smile while a memory of distant pounding of metal filled her ears. It only lasted a mere few seconds, but they were a fond few seconds. Danir began to talk about his brothers again, bringing her back to the moment. Edlyn grinned as he talked about them.
"My siblings have teased me too, though it's on a few rare occasions. Probably a maturity thing or perhaps they just don't like teasing me as much. Not sure we'll ever know," the woman joked. "Anyway, you're right about that. Youngest siblings are the babies of the family, we must deal with the teasing. But our older siblings also have to deal with the torment we bring them and the trouble we get them into. It's quite the fair trade I think."
(Do you think we should we do a time skip assuming you don't have other ideas, of course.)
Post by *Nightwhisper on Feb 22, 2020 20:48:50 GMT -5
Danir laughed and nodded. "That it does," he agreed. Then let out a small sigh as he scooted his chair back and stood. "Well, I do believe I've kept you from your work for long enough. I should let you get back to whatever it is you're working on. I'll come back by in a few hours to see if you need anything."
(Yep, a time skip sounds good to me. ^^ I don't have anything else in mind for this scene. When do you want to skip to?)
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