Log file from Jaihyn.
1/9/99 11:40:35 PM
City Park - Haven
A large, well-manicured lawn covered with soft green grass provides some respite from the daily hustle-and-bustle of the city. Along its perimeter, beds of blue myrtle grow underneath a row of willow trees to the northwest, with a small path leading back streetside. A hedgerow delineates the southern boundary some hundred feet away, and a break in the hedge allows a view into a smaller, more private garden.
This area is generally used for large public gatherings and social events, such as public performances or the huge festivals of cairds that flock to Haven throughout the year. At more quiet times, it is frequented by common folk and aristocrats alike, and most notably, the Sylvans seeking brief escape from the confining streets of Haven.
Contents:
Khalil
Nasri
Jaihyn wanders into the park looking a bit strung out.
Nasri is seated by Khalil under one of the trees. Her oversized kaftan is slung around her shoulders like a blanket.
Khalil looks at Nasri curiously. "Varati women are always with a man, or under protection."
"I'm not," Nasri points out. She sees Jaihyn and nods, smiling. "Shikmai, Imphadi."
Khalil smiles, "True, but you are not..." He trails off and his features become like stone. He nods politely to Jaihyn. "Imphadi."
Nasri murmurs something to Khalil; she looks amused.
Khalil raises a brow at Nasri and her words before he returns his attention to Jaihyn.
Jaihyn looks blankly over at the two. His hair is a bit wild and his face seems actually dark skinned... sort of, today. He wanders over and as he comes closer you can see it is soot and the tips of curly blond hair are singed. "Imphadi... Imphada... he says slowly, very slowly as if underwater or something.
Nasri blinks, startled. She smells the soot and the burnt smell long before he is close enough for her to see it. "Imphadi Jaihyn? What has happened?"
Khalil remains silently, observing the priest and waiting for his reply.
Jaihyn waves a slightly burnt hand limply and tries without any success to look all innocent and naive. "I had a slight accident." he murmurs with that slowness again.
Nasri bounces up to her feet, the motion easy and lithe. She pads forward to circle the Atarvani, inspecting him. "You did this to yourself, Imphadi? Did you fall into a bonfire?" She is curious, and wonders about his sluggish speech. Closer now, her nostrils flare to catch his scent in completion. Has he been drinking?
Khalil watches Nasri move closer to the priest and his expression becomes thoughtful. A hand strays absently to the sword laying at his side and he strokes the hilt slowly, his eyes never leaving Nasri or the priest.
Jaihyn focuses on Nasri, pupils oddly dialated. You scent no alchohol on his breath or on him anywhere. "I lost..." and then stops and sits down into the cool grass. "I became angry and lost a bit of control." he says with a little more speed, looking like he's gaining energy as he speaks.
Nasri's eyes widen. "Ah! You are m'farat. Blessed. You burned yourself."
Khalil allows the two to speak and takes up his sword, pulling from his pouch a black clothe. Unsheathing the weapon he begins to polish it, losing himself in the simple task.
Jaihyn chuckles at that, regaining a little more strength and humor with each passing minute. "Yes, although I do not know if I would call it a blessing." but his eyes are twinkling a little more.
"Not when you burn yourself, no, Imphadi." Nasri smiles and returns to her previous spot, settling down at Khalil's side.
Khalil looks up from his sword at Nasri, then at Jaihyn, "Do you mind if I ask what you became upset at?"
Nasri suddenly looks at the sky and blanches. She rises up and bows. "I must go. Please forgive me." Quick as a snake, she reaches out and tousels Khalil's hair. "Try not to burn yourself again, Imphadi," she advises Jaihyn with a flash of humor and a grin; she knows she's being silly. And with that she darts off, heading in the general direction of the Pantheon. Nasri heads along the northern path that leads back to the streets. Nasri has left.
Khalil watches Nasri leave, sheathing his sword and replacing the black cloth to his pouch.
Jaihyn suddenly looks rather unsure and then shrugs, not much more trouble he can get into. "There was a thug..." seems to be the only word he can come up with, "threatening a young woman-child. I stepped in to intervene and he tried to strike at me. I flared up and he ran and then lost it, a little..." and blinks at Nasri, bowing his head to her as she leaves with a "I hope not..." after her.
Khalil nods up at Jaihyn from his kneeling position. "It is good that you stopped the thug. A shame..." He trails off as he is wont to do. Sucking in a breath he shrugs, "At least you were not hurt."
Jaihyn shakes his head, looking much better and with much more energy. "Only singed a little bit, Imphadi." he grins, "But the look on that man's face..." and grins again, remembering.
Khalil nods, "I am sure it was priceless. How many seek out a child only to find themselves confronted with a man of fire?"
Jaihyn sighs a little, "Indeed, I would have been a bit surprised myself." and smirks a little. "How is Imphada Nasri doing?"
Khalil looks to where Nasri had been sitting and smiles, "She is doing well. Busy though, with her job."
Jaihyn nods, "That is good." and draws his sword for inspection, looking it up and down. It looks recently oiled, like today. "Now that I have my kit, I think I am keeping up better and avoiding countable marks on my body should I ever visit home!"
Khalil looks at Jaihyn's sword, "If you are still training, then you should expect plenty more marks regardless of the sword the sword's condition."
Jaihyn sighs and then laughs, "That is too true, Imphadi. And yes, I still am, but home is very far away. But he did tell me to find a teacher once I got here, so soon, I will be limping around again."
Khalil stands, holding his sword at his side. "Then you have found a teacher?"
Jaihyn shakes his head, "No, not as of yet."
Khalil says "Perhaps you could ask the Kaimakam if he has time to teach you. Until then, I am still willing to spar with you."
Jaihyn nods, "I would be glad to do that, Imphadi."
Khalil smiles. "Now? Or would you wish to perhaps clean up a bit?"
Jaihyn smiles, and shrugs, "I don't need to be clean to spar, Imphadi. Why not now? If you're willing." Jaihyn stands up and unsnaps his cloak, setting it to the side. "Shall we?"
Khalil nods, "As you wish, Imphadi." Bring his sword up in a guard position in front of him he begins to circle Jai, waiting for Jai to prepare.
Jaihyn settles into his guard stance, left foot first and slowly turns with Khalil's circling, his focus narrowing down pretty quickly to only his 'opponent'.
Khalil's eyes start to unfocus and a low humming of a lullaby starts to eminate from the Agni-Haidar. He continues to circle Jaihyn, no longer a man, but more fitting a lion on the hunt.
Jaihyn cocks his head a little, knowing that even with his training from early adolescence, he is no match for a fully trained Agni-Haidar, trained since childhood. He makes a testing feint before circling back again, not bouncing or dancing although he does look light on his feet.
Khalil never removes his gaze from Jaihyn and his circle begins to narrow, moving him closer and closer to the 'enemy.' Still the song continues, hauntingly beautiful and remindful of childhood. Steady in his hand, Khalil's sword barely moves, an extension of his body now.
Jaihyn sees the circle narrowing up and narrows his eyes, thinking hard. He edges out a little, trying to widen the circle and snaps into a thrust, aimed at the lower left abdomen.
Khalil's sword arcs down and sweeps away Jaihyn's sword, allowing him to take a step forward, his sword coming back up to attempt placing his sword at the priest's throat.
Jaihyn steps back, cutting under with his blade, snapping it up, protecting his throat with a half controlled semi-circle, no flailing here.
Khalil quickly steps to his left and his sword arcs down left to right towards the right side of Jaihyn's stomach.
Jaihyn blinks and has to hurry to drop the point down and sweep it across his body to make the block. Being left handed has some disadvantages but usually more advantages and does a whirl as he blocks and brings the sword sliding down the Haidar's blade to spin and cut towards the right side of the man's neck.
Khalil's sword arcs upward with speed to block the sword coming to his neck. Knocking it out of the way, Khalil punches foward with his left hand at the priest.
Jaihyn grins a bit, and stumbles back, but very clumsily. This is just what he's been needing to add to his 'fighting vocabulary' the ability to add hand to hand in with blade. He drops the sword point and has only a split second hesitation before making an almost believeable feint at the oncoming left fist and then twist a little, dropping almost to his right knee and making a straight thrust towards the belly.
Khalil jumps back, now arcing his sword down to sweep away the point headed for his stomach. Landing lightly he sweeps his right foot toward the priests left leg, hoping perhaps to put him off balance. His sword begins its journey back to the center ina defending position.
Jaihyn nods a little, watching every move and gets taken out by the foot sweep. He not only gets off balance but tumbles down to the grass, rolling to try to keep the blade between him and his opponent who will no doubt leap for this opportunity. But ground fighting is another he needs to add anyway.
Khalil does not leap at the priest. Instead he backs away slowly, wary of the man before him. Stopping a few feet away he merely waits, the song he hums becoming a little louder.
Jaihyn blinks and rolls back up and snaps to his feet again with a small flip. He brings the sword back to attention. "I do need to learn that adding in of hand to hand..." he nods in thought.
Khalil lowers his sword, acting as if he is sheathing it. With a bow he ends the sparring. "When fighting and not using forms, one may use whatever is at his disposal."
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