Far From Home (Kiyr)

[Lucien DeChain]

{OOC: Because.}

It was a sunny afternoon. The wind was blowing pleasantly eastward, and fresh sea air was being wafted over Long Beach. Some people might have said that the smell of the sea was calming, that it reminded them of home.

Lucien was not that type of person. No, having grown up in Colorado, the sea was a stark reminder of just how far away from home he was, how alien this place really was.

And even when he moved with the wind, his body being pushed east, everything still looked unfamiliar. More than anything, the concrete, the asphalt, the chrome and glass, it was these things that took him away from his memories of home. Those that came to him with the smell of sawdust, or the feel of unpolished hardwood, and the feeling of the trees.

It was nature the most that reminded him of home, which perplexed the slim man, since he despised mostly everything natural when he was a child. He wouldn't have even played outside, let alone go for a nature walk, or climb a tree...

He came across an overgrown park. He decided to climb a tree.

After a quick climb, he sat atop a fairly solid treebranch that was able to support his weight, and dusted the treebark off his hands.

Yes, this reminds me of home.

[Kyrie Blaze]

Lucien was not alone.

Not really, anyway.

True that his personal space was far from being invaded, but it didn't make him more alone than perhaps he first thought. Kiyr, the other person within the overgrown park, was sitting with a leg pressed to her chest, the other dangling almost haphazardly from her own branch.

She hummed softly beneath her breath, fingers spread out in front of her, fingers extending and curling rhythmically, moving horizontally, as though she were playing an instrument. A piano. And she was--though she had the option of going to play with Levi, at his abode, she couldn't yet face him. Her thigh twinged, and her gaze darkened, then eased as she refocused on her quiet task. She had songs to learn and memorize...and to re-familiarize herself with.

[Lucien DeChain]

Lucien smiled and sighed, turning his eyes towards the skies. After a moment of bliss, he lowered his eyes again, and, out of the corner of his eye, saw something like a hanging vine, dangling from one of the branches of a nearby tree.

Was it a vine? It looked kind of stiff... and too big to be a vine... And, wait, these trees didn't grow vines!

Lucien looked to it, seeing the supposed vine was actually more of a leg. Connected to a torso. A female torso. With arms and legs and a head and hair and oh! It's a person!

"Hello." He called, while trying to find her eyes.

[Kyrie Blaze]

The blonde's eyes opened, swerving unerringly towards Lucien. It was like she knew--though whether she had known she wasn't alone was debatable. Still, on her lofty perch, Kiyr lifted her blue eyes to stare towards him.

"Hello." She uttered in response, hands lowering to her lap, where she gently stretched out her wrists. She was watchful, but neither threatening or seeming to be intimidated.

Kyrie tilted her head, slowly.

[Lucien DeChain]

The girl's eyes pierced into his. As her head tilted, Lucien's eyebrow raised in response. As if trying to assess each other's genus subtype, they stared. Lucien was pondering what he should do. This girl was in the same situation he was, or so he assumed. A peaceful forest, inhabited by two, so close. As she was invading his peaceful alone time, he was invading hers.

Lucien shook himself out of the stare, a small sheepish smile replacing the blank expression on his face. His hand raised to his chest, palm towards the girl, a gesture of friendliness.

"I wasn't aware this spot was taken. If you want, I can move." He spoke with a voice that said, 'up to you, but, wanna be friends?'

[Kyrie Blaze]

Green eyes met - what would seem to be at this distance - pale gray, with the faintest tint of blue. Just as Lucien stared, so too did Kiyr. Gauging. Thoughtful. She didn't move as the male's expression shifted to something far more less-anxiety-inducing. Disarming, even. She blinked in response.

"I have no more claim to ownership over this place than you. You do not need to move." Came the quiet response, just a short while later. She straightened, slowly, even going so far as to lean her head back, peacefully, against the trunk of the tree.

[Lucien DeChain]

Lucien smiled, glad the girl responded the way she did. Truthfully, he was glad for the company, as long as it was peaceful. It was hard to find someone so appreciative of nature, especially in Crows. Mostly everything there was man-made, salvage that was made workable by ingenuity.

Still looking at the girl, he decided she was a peaceful creature, much like himself.

"The forest. What does it remind you of?" He offered. He wanted to hear her answer, if she had one, so he could judge what kind of person she was. Or, at least, any insight she could shed on his own conflicted feelings.

[Kyrie Blaze]

Kyrie blinked a couple times, leaning back in apparent relaxation against the trunk of the tree. She was considering his question. Obviously it was a testing question, much like the ones she used. And with all the trouble with spies and assassins, she didn't want to say too much.

"...of silence."

And so much more, but silence was a good baseline.

[Lucien DeChain]

Lucien nodded slightly at her answer. It was simple, but very thoughtful. Yeah, this could be a good friendship.

"It reminds me of home." He replied.

And, indeed, it did. He relaxed as well, leaning back on his tree, and let both of his legs hang on either side of the branch.

[Kyrie Blaze]

Kyrie nodded, slowly. It made sense it would remind others of home. Not everyone was bound to be from the coast, even if that was where they were now. The sound of silence was something she missed. Moreover the peace that came with it. And here she found just a little bit.

Her fingers flexed as she watched her companion-stranger relax, and the. Stretched her arms out, fingers and all before she relaxed and mimicked playing once again. Muscle memory was great, in that regards; she didn't necessarily need a piano to practice (though that was the best type of practicing) and she could clearly hear the song in her mind. The forest backdrop provided 'white noise' and an advance alarm system for most people that would pass by.

[Lucien DeChain]

It was silent for a time. The sounds of the forest were enough companionship to keep the silence golden, and in that moment, Lucien had all that he needed. But, after a while, he grew curious once again, and drew his attention back to the girl, who seemed to be playing an invisible piano. When it seemed like she was breaking in between movements, he spoke.

"My name's Lucien, by the way."

[Kyrie Blaze]

It was probably weird to see her; playing on nothing but air. Truth be told, the blonde didn't quite care if he thought she was crazy, or odd. Kyrie wouldn't let one of the few times she actually had to practice before the wedding be interrupted. So she paused through a particularly difficult transition, trying to remember exactly how it went--

And looked towards Lucien with a blink, her fingers stretching and hovering, but not freezing. She sat back, her hands temporarily finding a spot to rest upon her lap.

"Kiyr. Under these circumstances, it is nice to meet you."

[Lucien DeChain]

"Kiyr, that's a nice name. Galician, isn't it?" Lucien mused. There was no denying that the man was a sucker for old languages.

He turned his head back to stare at the sky once again, noticing the clouds float by, as carefree as they were. Unnoticing of the world they were in, the clouds did what they always did, and always would, and always will.

"Flow." Lucien spoke aloud, not noticing that he did so. For a moment he was lost in his head, and couldn't tell which was talking and which was thinking.

[Kyrie Blaze]

Kiyr just faintly smiled. She would never reveal that the origin of her pseudonym came from a book. And, to be honest, she hadn't actually known of the Gaelic connection to her chosen alias. She had chosen it for its meaning, but also for the fact that "Kiyr" was only a step or so away from "Kyrie" in pronunciation. Lucien had revealed something of himself in that moment. It was both an expansion to part of himself and told her he was very smart. She would need to be doubly wary, especially considering there were Barker's men about.

Always.

She watched him in silence as he looked up, and allowed her gaze to flick upwards briefly. Nothing out of the ordinary. The clouds. So when Lucien spoke, she could comprehend and apply her own understanding of 'flow'. It caused her lips to quirk upwards, briefly.

"Important."

[Lucien DeChain]

Lucien's gaze flicked back to Kiyr as she spoke. He smiled softly as he absorbed the word. Nodding at her, he spoke, voice light like a breeze.

"Yes, it is, isn't it? Without flow, we wouldn't be here. The planet, the universe, even our bodies."

As he sat and thought on about the wonderful flow of every living and non-living thing, contemplating the mysteries of the universe, he once again lost himself in his thoughts, his gaze returning to the sky. While waiting for the slight lady's response, his eyes closed.