There was a brief mont of tension as both groups stood still. Then the leader of the visiting nomads laughed.
“I like your attitude northman!” He bellowed. “Nowhere does hospitality like beyond the pass! It’s a damn travesty!”
Sieg grinned. “You’ll have to forgive them, their culture is far too advanced for such things.”
Both n clasped forearms as if they were long ti friends. Johan spluttered in the background, he muttered dark words and stalked off.
With that the tension broke. The nomads, all on the younger side of adulthood, so with more prominent horns and so lacking them entirely, began to pull out skins filled with fragrant liquid. Drink, as it turned out, was a fantastic icebreaker.
Leif watched, an observer rather than a participant. He watched the golden trail of ti follow each gesture, he saw different groups as they moved around. With each mont they intermixed, their trails weaving together like a complex web.
With so many people it was difficult to accurately read their emotions and intent, Leif suspected it was because of his lack of experience with [Amber Sympathy].
Actually. He thought. Couldn’t my aura be of use? Leif focused, utilising his recently improved [Charisma] attribute. Control was never sothing he had really tried, other than expanding and retracting of course.
As the gathering morphed into a party Leif practised. At first he retracted his presence, pulling it around him much like the heavy cloak he was wearing. Then he tried to shape it, a tendril snaked out but he quickly lost control as he moved it too far away, the connection fraying.
He pushed and pulled, reshaping his [Aura of Nobility] like wet clay. Leif withdrew into himself, the activity letting him forget his loneliness. As the minutes ticked by his control slowly beca more deft, the complexity of forms he could shape his aura into improving.
Leif jerked in surprise when his focus was interrupted by a system notification.
Congratulations! Your [Noble] skill [Aura of Nobility] has t an upgrade threshold!
Would you like to upgrade [Aura of Nobility] from rank I to rank II? Y/N
He accepted the prompt, sowhat surprised at how easy the upgrade had been to obtain. His aura seed to tremble, then condense, like early morning mist pooling in valleys.
If before his aura had been blurry and insubstantial, now it had sharpened into focus. The difference was subtle but imdiate. Or at least Leif thought it was subtle. Several intents locked onto him from the party goers who were nearest.
All but one belonged to mbers of the expedition, but none he knew beyond the vaguest of details. One by one their focus slid away and back to the increasingly rowdy impromptu festivities.
I guess they felt the change in my aura? Leif thought. He patiently waited for the attention to slip off of him. Now that his aura skill had upgraded he could sense the auras of those nearby with a brand new clarity.
But it wasn’t just that. All of his esoteric senses beca slightly clearer, growing in fidelity with every passing mont. The lifeforce surrounding him, mostly blurry and diffuse due to the sheer quantity of people, beca far more defined. It wasn’t to the point he could pinpoint individuals, he would need more practice.
Then he noticed one of the intents hadn’t left him. He glanced up and t the gaze of a nomad woman. Her long cloud-like hair billowed down her back and her similarly bushy eyebrows were cocked in amusent. Small horns barely poked out from beneath the layer of fluff.
She looked him up and down, then smirked. Leif grumbled internally as he refocused on his aura. Is she mocking ? Does she find my isolation funny? Did she-
“Greetings.” A voice said, a jovial lilt to its accented tone. Leif looked up and saw the nomad approach. She held two wooden mugs and continued with a song-like tone. “I’m Liv, nice-ta-et-ya.”
Leif froze. She doesn’t know what I am. What if she finds out and it ruins the party? What if a fight breaks out? What if-
“So… Are you the dark and brooding type? Or the serious, self improving type?” She asked, the amusent in her dark eyes was matched by the flickering firelight.
The spriggan considered her words. But how could he respond? His voice was a dead giveaway. He ford his usual tongue with [Gold Iron Physique], the use of the skill in this way had beco second nature to him over the weeks since he had started talking.
Actually, now that he thought back on it. Hadn’t he learnt that ability abnormally quickly? Or was he tapping into dormant instincts while trying to communicate. Actually, why the hells hasn't he tried writing? What if- Focus Leif, focus.
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Leif snapped back to reality and tried to mask his voice, while keeping his response short.
“Both.” He half said, half grunted.
Smooth.
Liv laughed, it was a unique sound, it rolled from her mouth like a rounded stone down a hill. “Yeah? Not a fan of the atmosphere? I don’t bla you, my little brother hates crowds. He likes to hide away when things get loud.”
He nodded, then hesitantly took the mug she had proffered. He did so with a etherial limb of amber, not wishing to reveal his nature. She raised a fluffy eyebrow but didn’t comnt. “You not in with this lot?” She asked, gesturing to a group of Academy students.
“Hired help.”
“I bet they need all the help they can get.” She snickered, taking a swig from her mug. Leif eyed his own.
Can I even drink? I usually just absorb liquid into my body directly. He paused, then took a careful swig. The liquid entering through the narrow crack he had in place of a proper mouth. It had a warm, earthy taste, like soone had poured pepper over recently lit kindling.
It reached whatever Leif had in place of a stomach, or maybe his lungs. There it started to be absorbed into his body. It wasn’t unpleasant, he supposed it was quite nice. He let out a sigh, enjoying the mont.
“Good taste?” Liv asked, her mouth quirking into a smile. “We mix it with yak piss, really brings out the flavour.”
Leif gagged, so of the alcohol coming back up. The nomad laughed uproariously at his misfortune. Ah, a joke. He realised, finding it quite amusing. For a brief mont everything felt right, that there was no distance, no divide.
Then reality slamd back into place. If she had known who, and what he was…
A shout, followed by a cacophony of laughter pulled Leif from the downward spiral of negativity. He glanced up and saw two of the younger expedition mbers, a boy and a girl, confronting a pair of nomads of similar age.
Sothing had been said to start the altercation but Leif hadn’t heard what. He stretched out his newly enhanced aura and with it [Amber Sympathy]. Leif sensed the sparks of emotions, the flickering hostility and apprehension.
Leif sighed and pushed himself to his feet, Liv stood as well, her mug never leaving her lips as she drained it. Sothing else was said followed by another round of laughter. The faces of both expedition mbers went red. If the colour of their cheeks was due to anger, embarrassnt or the flush of alcohol it wasn’t clear.
“Kids.” Liv said with a sagely drawl. “Can’t hold their drinks.”
Leif put his mostly full mug aside as voices were raised. “You take that back!” The boy yelled. “Take it back or I’ll… or I’ll…”
“Do what?” Asked the nomad directly opposite him in a challenging tone. The boy was a head taller than his counterpart and twice as wide. Leif noted he seed to lack any horns.
“Enough!” Johan spat, his face filled with indignant rage as he stumbled to his feet from the sidelines. “This is why I didn’t want them here. Nothing ends well when monster blooded are involved!”
Everything went quiet. The man’s anger faltered briefly before returning with a renewed fervour. But before he could say anything else a new figure stood. It was a nomad who was sitting next to their well built leader.
His fra was lean, his hair shimring an iridescent purple, its shoulder length restrained by woven bands. No horns, in fact he seed to barely belong among the mostly homogeneous nomads as only his clothing matched. He stepped forward with quick confidence and placed a hand on the two younger nomad's shoulders.
“Sorry, sorry. Things got a little heated, how about we all take a step back and not ruin the night. I suspect we’ve all been told not to cause trouble. Forgive my little brothers.” He said with a placating, but friendly tone. Followed by a short bow.
One of Johan’s eyes twitched.
Leif winced. As did several other expedition mbers, Marcus and Sieg included. This won’t be good.
“You should be grateful to be in our presence at all. You should be honoured that we would give trash like yourself the privilege.” The coordinator hissed with a slurred voice, he pointed an accusing finger at the purple haired man as he got up in the man’s face. “Trash.”
The nomad’s expression flattened. All friendliness vanished to be replaced by calculating intensity. “Interesting words. You wouldn’t happen to be from the southern empire would you?”
“So what if I am?”
“You wouldn’t happen to have no hair at all?”
“What of it?”
“And you have an almost tallic gleam to your skin. In my experience people with those traits tend to have so dragon blood in them, a little hypocritical for soone who hates ‘monster blooded’, wouldn’t you say?”
The coordinator froze, his entire body tensing. The nomad smiled. Then Johan punched him.
Right in the face.
The observing crowd all ‘ooed’.
The nomad’s head rocked back, the coordinator’s expression one of barely fulfilled vengeance. Then a mirror sheen flashed over where the blow had landed and Johan’s head snapped backwards.
Unlike his own punch, which other than being surprising hadn’t seed to do much damage, the sudden and unexpected counter crunched bone and sent blood flying.
The crowd ‘ahhhed’.
The coordinator fell on his ass and raised his hand, three orbs, each a different colour spun into existence. They raced forward, each heading for a separate part of the nomad’s body. The man, standing but still off balance from being sucker punched, didn't have ti to react. Whatever the damage reflect skill had been was apparently activated automatically.
A golden shield snapped up around him, it thrumd with protective power. It blocked all three orbs with ease, each dissipating into motes of elentally charged light.
Leif stepped forward, amber arms crossed over his chest. Several people all looked to him before older mbers of both encampnts rushed in to break up the fight.
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