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When a man returns to his home after a long day of work, he hopes to find peace and comfort within his household, a place where he can rest and spend time with those he provides for. Much of the same can be said of a man who has traveled abroad, despite his adventures in wondrous lands, he never forgets the connect to the homeland. For Tienan the return to Novalius was one he had desired for years. Life choices had pulled him away from his home and had kept him away for so many years. Though learning much in the years, the journey home had been the most exhausting, physically and mentally. Age was beginning to catch up with him now, and he wasn't the boy man he once was.

Tienan had let his hopeful heart get ahead of him, dreaming of a homecoming that could never be. While travelling inland he caught rumors of Novalius' political struggles, stories and projections of a coming war. Peace was quickly being dismissed, Tienan wasn't returning the a home as which he had left it. The passage of time had shifted Novalius priorities, and it was beyond hearing the voice of a single man.

The Opale Gardens of the Eastern Region, Sendora was a sight to behold. Slavin could recall it as a famous site even before his departure. In honest, before his departure he had made several visits to Sendora, but had dismissed the garden's beauties. But now, as war seemed to be upon the arisen, the flowers beauty seemed all the more captivating.

His leather boots were well-traveled, worn and dirty. Held together only by the quality of the stitching, and the thickness of the hide. The weakened sole allowed the traveler to feel the breaks in the garden's stonework walkways, his slow paced stroll revealing a lack of purpose or destination. This man had either no where to be, or he simply had no desire to get there.

Tienan caught a sweet scent, a natural sugary aroma. Bending down to examine the source, the wander unknowingly put his nose close to a Venus Viper Rose. A cross breed of the Venus fly trap and rose, a flower renown for eating protein based life forms, mostly insects...or human fingers, whichever fumbled into its pedals. Like a snake the ever so still plant shot forward towards the wanderers nose, causing the man to retreat backwards. Losing balance and falling onto his butt, the man chuckled. "Oh my... aren't you fascinating."Gathering himself, the man got to his feet once more, dusted himself off to headed deeper into the gardens

It was hard to hide the sound of footsteps upon the stonework paths of the gardens, revealing the presence of the stranger as she approached. Turning towards the newly acquired point of interest. A female stranger lowered her head into a bow, and spoke in such a friendly manner before extending a greeting hand.
This was surprising to the wanderer on a number of levels, not being a man of high social standard he was used to people greeting him to respectfully. "um.." the man caught himself. "My name is Tienan, it is a pleasure to meet you Aya." he said as he shook the girl's hand.

"Rather bold of you to approach a stranger in such a fashion, what if i was a thief! I don't exactly look the part of the gentleman" The wanderer half joked as his garbs weren't exactly suggesting he was much more then a poor man. Admittedly he didn't know how to continue the conversation in another fashion, women were far better natural communicators. And Slavin was likely to be below average in small talk, asking a foolish question did serve him as a tool to quickly examine the supplies the girl had hastily left upon the bench.

His thoughts were distracted for but a moment, was that canteen filled with perhaps a hot beverage. Eyes shifting back to the girl, he clapped his hands together softly and made probably the most bold suggestion the girl would hear today. "Of course, ill join you for tea!" he said happily, acting like the idea was not his own. Honestly, opportunities for free tea didn't come everyday, had to grasp then with an iron clad fist.

OOC: Haha, i feel more sorry for Aya who has to deal with my crazy character xD

The sheer amount of energy and pleasantness eluding from this girl's aura was so potent, it nearly carried a physical scent. May sound silly, but it was how Tienan felt at the time. Women have always have a unique method of directing men to their will, so clever in their methods that the average man would be obvious to the fact his will was no longer his own. Though it was always Tienan desire to sit down for tea he had never expected to be dragged about like some kind of prized discovery. He frankly wasn't sure he deserved it. "Why Thank you", he said trying to figure out how to respond.

Aya, Japanese for design and art, quite the lovely name in its own right. Tienan felt a tug on his arm and he sat onto the bench. Opening his mouth to speak he was already presented with a cup of tea. He smiled leaving the past conversation as such, "Thanks".

He raised the cup to his lips, taking a short drink. The tea was quite good, and the temperature was nearly perfect. Timing is everything.

"what brings you to Opale Gardens"

Lowering the cup, Tienan's pleasant expression faded. "War..." he could image the word alone didn't serve as a answer, so he continued. "Ever since i returned to Novalius i have wished nothing more then to embrace the beauty and peace it repre....once represented. But the rumors of war have fallen upon my ears, and my mind cannot easily ignore them. I had hoped a visit to the Opale Garden would clear my mind a little." Tienan's smile return, "So far it has, very much thanks to your efforts. I am in you debt." He bowed his head slightly.

"Now, besides for the scenery in with you came to draw, what does one such as yourself come to gardens for?"

Thoughts of war drew out the dark inner struggle of Tienan, a tic that made him desire something harder then simple tea. He once joked that he had only a few weaknesses, women, tea and booze. The level of effectiveness to either not in that order. It was a poor habit used only to mask the regrets of past years.

Resting the tea cup beside him, Tienan placed his right hand over his chest, resting upon the heart he closed his eyes. "My deepest sympathies for you and your people, for the land to called home. I pray that those both living and dead may find peace." Tienan followed with an additional phrase in a language unlike those used in the Novalius. "Phystic Mal rin Quetec", a phrase from the dialect of archons, or language of angels. Something Tienan learned many years ago.

"I do not think i could be the one responsible for taking the dreams of children away, sounds like a painful duty to preform." Tienan looked towards the sky, "I have ambitions, goal that search as my dreams. But when i sleep i do not see any more then black. Entering the world of dreams was something i sacrificed years ago. Back when i served this country as a mage, i desired nothing but the magical supremacy. And so i reached for the fruit of the forbidden tree. God, doesn't favor such men, and he marked me for my actions. That is why i left Novalius, to try and find solace." He smiled despite the seriousness of the conversation. "Now i have return home."

He clapped his hands together in attempts to break the tension. "But enough of such sour talk. You say you are a kitsume? i have read books about your kind, but i myself have never had the pleasures of being introduce to one until today. It is an honor to meet those who know magic unlike that of men." Tienan considered the mankind to be simplistic in use of magic, the focus on war, blinding them from exploring the much wider possibilities. He picked up his tea cup and raised it to his lips. The tea had grown colder during the conversation, but it wasn't concerning. He was pleased to have company, his torn garments often kept people from taking the time to hear his tales from the lands outside of Novalius. And even of those who did, few believed him. Not that he blamed them, he didn't bare any proof of his journey, nor did he perform magic in this day and age. An ex-mage that no longer performed magic, what place did he even have in society now? Beggar, maybe story teller.