[Adara Mires] The weather was nasty tonight. Thunderstorms, heavy rain, the stuff that kept people in side. But not her, not the young Fury Gallaird. She loved thunderstorm. That’s why she was out, getting soaked, enjoying the cold water on her face. She wasdressed in jeans, running shoed, tank op and light jacket. Her lnog black hair was plastered on her skull. She was having a blast.
She entered the church, stopping at the door. She took off her jacket, her shoes, her sock and squeezed some water out of her hair, head slightly outside so she wouldn’t wet the floor. HSe found a place to hang her coat and walked around, barefooted, smiling
“Anyone around?” She calls out.
[Rory] [for GPs sake..]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 1, 1, 2, 3, 3, 3, 10 (Failure at target 5) Re-rolls: 1
[Rory] [hahahah! HEY NOW. SHE CAN DO BETTER THAN THAT. Kahseeno you WHORE.]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 6, 8, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 4 at target 5) Re-rolls: 1
[Rory] The first indication that someone is indeed in the church as the Fury takes to wandering around barefoot, searching for anyone that might bee home, is the sudden POP and a SQUEAL and a CLATTER and SPARKS and muttering of WORDS that don’t make sense to anyone but herself as Rory tries to put the final touches on the generator to refrigerator hook up.
Something clearly went wrong.
Then? Moments later? Something goes completely right and not only does the generator start to purr satisfactorily, but the fridge kicks on too.
Rory sits back on her heels, and wipes a greasy hand along her cheek, leaving a smudge behind to join several others as she nods. “There.”
A beat, and she peeks at Adara through her curls as she wanders into the kitchen. “Hi.”
[Adara Mires] She smiled when she see her firend and hears the fridge “Hey you got the fridge to work”
She walked to Rory’s location and bent her knees to give the young fostern and a warm, slightly wet hug, with Rory’s back to her. She let her go after a brief moment and sit beside her, watching her
“How have you been beautiful? Working hard repairing things?” She ask, still smiling before looking at the generator and fridge.
[Rory] She smiles shyly, and blushes under the Fury’s hug and comment, but she nods, and scratches idly at the back of her neck. “I did.” She got it to work. It took several trips to the junk yard, and a lot of tinkering, but she finally has the little fridge running so that Kora, when she can drink beer again after having her baby, can drink it cold, and not out a cooler of ice. And if the baby’s here, the bottles can be kept cool. And Roman can have cold pop. And sandwiches. and…
“I did.” Pride there, under the words as she repeats them again, as if to confirm it to herself. So few know how much it takes for her to admit pride in anything…
She nods to the last question though, as she looks around. The generator has taken her the longest, but there are Rory touches in several places – from another hole in the roof patched, to a wobbly table that isn’t so wobbly, to one of her music boxes on the countertop. It’s what she does.
[Adara Mires] She smiled and reached to caress Rory’s hair gently and then her oil smudge cheek softly, the touch hadn’t lingered but it had been affectionate “You’re an amazing person” She said with honesty. Her hand moved to rest on her lap, like her other one
“If you keep it up this place will be really comfortable to live in.” She shiver slightly as some cold water drops falls from the back of her neck and lside down her spine. Her hands moved ot her hair and put the wet mass of it over her right shoulder
“The weather is gorgeous outside. Beautiful thunderstorms. I missed Greece where I could lay ourside, watching them. In the city it’s harder to do”
[Rory] She blushes, brightly, under Adara’s affections, and ducks her head to hide under her hair, blood red curls sliding along her cheek, her jaw. She shrugs her shoulders, absently, and offers a tiny smile. “Work on he thin house too. Mostly rew noof, with Roman.”
She’s just happy to feel useful, really. To be able to do something other than fight. To have a place to lay her head – even if Roman keeps threatening to give her a princess bed, complete with fluffy curtains (that she totally sorta wants to see/have but would never ever admit it to anyone, let alone Roman) – instead of her mattress on the floor.
She tips her head, looking up, listening to the storms outside, curiously. “Bever neen.” To Greece, of course.
[Adara Mires] She smiled when the Fianna blush “You look so beautiful when you blush you know that?”Not to say kissable, but that’s something else. “I’m glad that you’ve been able to work and do something you like. It was time people realize that you are incredible. More importantly, I’m happy that you seem to realize it as well”
She pat her knee “And you totally should visit Greece with me when I go back. It’s beautiful, gorgeous beaches, forests, scenery. And the Sept I was in was pretty private, away from humans. It was nice not to have to care too much about the Veil. And I could enjoy the weather, warm, even during storms. Dancing or laying naked during a htunderstorm is just wonderful feeling. Of course the best was to view the sky without anything to block the view”
[Rory] That, of course, makes her blush brighter. She shakes her head, slightly, but doesn’t argue. It just leads to Adara saying similar things, and her blushing more, an endless cycle.
Instead, she listens to the tidbits about Greece, and how it was to grow up there, even if it’s just a tiny bit. Everyone’s upbringing was so different from hers, and it’s nice to learn about them. And even tease – just a little. “You sure you’re not a ladow shord?”
[Adara Mires] That made her laugh, genuinely. “No I”m not, though I was told that I should join their tribe and I even would have someone who could speak some good words on my behalf.”She grin “I like nature. I used to run in the desert in Arizona, then the forest and mountains of Greece, swin in lakes, then enjoy the woods around Seattle. I vsit hte woods outside the city but not nearly as often as I woudl want. This is the first city Sept I’ve lived in”
She grinned “We definatly should travel on a moon path and take you to Greece. Not sure a plane would be a good thing for us both. I think you’d love the Sept of Bygone Visions. It’s a Fury Sept but they accept visitorsand if you’re with me, it’ll be fine”
She tilt her head “So what are your plans for tonight, now that the fridge is up and running?”
[Rory] She ducks her head, slightly, and shrugs a little. “Ruarc niked lature too. It’s… so green though.” She does listen to her talk, and it sounds nice… but Rory is not used to nice things. And she has duties here. A creature unused to dreaming, Rory….
She looks at the fridge, and touches the generator, giving it a little pat as if she’s proud of it for actually working. A shrug of her shoulder as she peeks at Adara from under ehr curls. “Practice, maybe. I knon’t dow.”
[Adara Mires] She smiled warmly “Nature is many things, many colors. If you’re interested, we should check with Kora and plan something, after the summer so we can have some nice weather while they freezes here”
She grin slightly “From what you told me about Ruarc, he semeed like a good person. I hope we’ll cross path one day” She passed a hand in her wet, tangled hair “So practice? Playing guitar or something else?”She ask, watching the redhead with her emerald gaze.
“Ican help you out if you want, or sing while you play” She say with a warm smile
[Rory] She shrugs a little, as they talk of plans made beyond the very next moment. Rory doesn’t understand much about that – she was not supposed to live past birth, she was not supposed to live through her Rite of Passage, she was not supposed to survive to make Fostern. While she has achieved all these – she still doesn’t think much past the next few minutes, the next couple hours, the next day.
But, for help while playing, she nods, hopefully. “Ok. There’s a tricky place in a sew nong. Can’t get my ringers fight…”
And she’s collecting her tools, and putting them away, so that she can scurry off to her little room…
[Adara Mires] She nodded and moved from sitting to standing in a smooth, fluid motion. Rory knew how graceful Adara could be, she had seen her dance after all. Maybe one day she’ll see her fight as well. She wasn’t the best fighter, but she wasworking on her skills and she was interesting to watch.
She offered a hand to Rory, either ot helpd her up, not that she needed any or to take some of her tools and carry them to the Fiannas room. “Which song is causing you trouble?” She ask, as they start heading to Rory’s small room. When they reach it, she gently shakes her head “Hun, you totally need a real bed. You deserve one”
[Rory] She leads the way to her room, and then blinks, and looks at her mattress, then back to Adara, confused. “…why?” She’s slept in real beds, sure. Many times. But this is just as comfortable to her. As is bare floor, and baked desert heat… It’s all the same to her, a place to lay her head. “Is softer than fle thoor..”
Which is enough. She shrugs, and puts her tools away and grabs her MP3 player, flicking through until it’s at the right song and hands it to Adara. She doesn’t know the name, just the tune, one with tricky chords she can’t quite figure out. As Adara listens to the celtic tune, she busy’s herself in getting out the guitar, before settling to sit on the mattress and look up at Adara hopefully.
[Adara Mires] She had smiled at her comment “I certainly hope that a mattress is more comfortable than the floor. Usually a bed is more comfortable than only a mattress. But if you’re happy that way, then that’s good.
She stays up as Rory hands her the mp3 player. She doesn’t want to sit on the mattress wearing wet jeans. She listens to the song, eyes closed, analyzing it, putting the sounds into notes, strings, visualize how ot play the melody then once it’s over, she open her eyes with a smile.
“That’s a lovely melody. And I can teach you how to play it. Show me what you know so far and I’ll help you with the rest”
[Rory] She nods, slightly, her hopeful look breaking into a pleased little grin as Adara says she can help, even as she ducks her head to test the tune of the guitar, and then with a deep breath, she starts to play the tune, haltingly, getting through the first few bars, the first couple of lines…
…and then hits the tricky chord sequence, and makes a face, before peeking up at Adara, hopefully… “Is hard…” Especially the way she has had to learn – training her ear, as much as her fingers….
[Adara Mires] She nodded. She had expected that this would be where Rory would have problems. She kneeled near the mattrres “Ok, do you mind if i borrow the guitar so I can show you?” She say with a smile. If Rory agrees, she takes it and then place her fingers to play the last few notes before the tricky part. It would be easier to sit then kneel, but she could manage it
“OK, I’ll play the notes leading to it, then will play the part you have troubles with once, regularly then I’ll do it again, but simply placing my fingers as they have to be, every notes, so you can see it”
If Rory is ready, she does so.
[Rory] She nods, and lets Adara touch the precious guitar – Ruarc’s guitar, always, to her – and watches carefully. She notes that Adara isn’t sitting, and gestures absently. “sit?” She doesn’t care about her damp jeans, at all.
Then, it’s all about watching the Fury Galliard as she plays up to the hard part, watching her fingers, listening to the way the notes come together, and memorizing the way it’s supposed to sounds. She chews her lower lip, absently, her entire being intent on learning it right the first time – even if she knows it’s impossible, and will take hours of practice.
But she watches, and absorbs everything she can even in these first passes. She notes the way the fingers are set, her own mimicing the movement, and noticing where at least one of ehr mistakes was.. “…Oh!”
Discovery, in a single syllable… followed by that shy little grin, again.
[Adara Mires] She smiled when Rory react, noticing things she did wrong. She hand her the guitar back “Ok, let me see you place your fingers on the cords as you listen to the music. I’ll correct you” She also hand her the mp3 player
“And are oyu sure you want me to sit on your mattress? My jeans are wet and I don’t want to leave a trace on your bed you know” She say with a smile. Once she has her answer, she will sit or stay where she was. Then she focus on Rory’s fingers, correcting her gently, never brusquly or with disaproving words.
She is a caring and pretty good teacher
[Rory] “sit.” She nods, and then takes the guitar as if it is something priceless – and to her it is. She puts on the earbuds and thumbs the song to start over, and goes through the first bit with a little more confidence, and works with Adara’s help to master the fingering of the next parts. She takes the direction easily, as if taking offense to anything would be unthinkable. She adjusts, and after a couple of more passes, makes it through the tricky part without help – if a bit slow, and ploddy for such an upbeat song.
She makes a sound lower in her throat, a sound of triumph, of delight when she finally gets it right…
[Adara Mires] She had nodded and sat beside Rory. She hadn’t be shy or afraid to touch the Ahroun to correct her. She smiled warmly every time she did better and then simply hugged her tightly, kiss on the cheek with a proud smile when Rory managed ot play the melody by herself.
“Congratulations, I’m so proud of you. You’re an amazident. It’ll be a delight to teach you again”
[Rory] She gets it right, and then is blushing brightly as Adara praises her, squirming a little bit, unsure how to take someone being so positive about her and her ability. She tucks her curls behind her ear, only to have them fal free again, as she lifts s skinny shoulder in a shrug.
“I try.”
It is the best she can do. Some nights, like tonight? It seems to be enough.
[Adara Mires] She raise a hand to touch Rory’s cheek, fingers caressing it very gently as she look into her eyes “Hun, that’s all everyone should ever ask of anyone, that you try your best and never give up. I’ve seen you work and practice and you never let anything stop you. I’m very proud to know you and be your friend.”
She smiled softly “And I’ll always be here if you need me. That’s what friends are for after all. Anything you want, you let me know. If it’s in my power I’ll do it for you”
[Rory] She doesn’t quite meet adara’s gaze, for all she’s the higher rank. She ducks away from the praise, clearly uncomfortable with it, unsure how to handle it, or anything else positive. instead, she plays the piece again, carefully, making sure that she’s remembered it well enough, that her fingers work the way they should…
and when adara says she’ll do anything she wants… Rory looks up, a hopeful glint in her eyes, curl at the corner of her lips…
“Ice cream?”
Sometimes, in some ways, Rory may never grow up… yet always, her innocence is honest, real. Refreshing. Just like ice cream.