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“Well this is interesting.” Anivia said aloud as she looked over to Rhydian before letting her eyes rest back on Ilyas as he was just brought back to the small village they had set up high in the mountains of Evermore. “You said he still thinks he is a Phoenix? But how?” she asked as she leaned her head to the side watching the man from afar as he walked around the tribe members eyeing them as if they were foreign to what he has known. “I mean I knew he was difficult to find after all being locked away so deep in the jungle was hard for our people to find him but still he had to know he was different.” She mused aloud as she watched him closely. The male was large and very much a brute which reminded her of her brother Quilo who had died so long ago.
Maybe it was the way he reminded her of someone that had passed on that gave her the urge to help him as much as she could. Clearing her throat she moved from Rhydian side though she could hear his protest about her handling this on her own. She closed the space between her and the larger male before she leaned her head to the side looking up to him “How about we have a talk Ilyas.” She said as she placed a hand on his arm and motioned with her free one to her cabin that sat in the village. “I know you have many questions and I myself have plenty of questions. I think we could help each other out.” She offered a faint smile to him before moving towards her cabin.
As she open the cabin door her dark hues held his as he walked passed her inside, she moved to the living room area and then looked to the kitchen “are you hungry? Or would you like something to drink?” she asked as she moved sitting on the arm of her chair just in case he said he was. For a moment she watched him and then cleared her throat. “Well have a seat.” she said and waited for him to sit down before folding her hands together, her eyes studying him for a long moment. “My name is Anivia, I am like you, we are called Niveis a deviation of phoenix and initia alike.” She moved rolling up her sleeves showing him the tribal markings that swirled along her flesh. “I was born a Niveis but many in the tribe were turned into Niveis due to dying in ice, or water.” she watched him with her watchful gaze “How did you become a Niveis?” she asked softly. Some Niveis didn’t like sharing how they became what they were now.
Despite originally arriving in Evermore to find answers to what happened after his last murder and last rebirth; part of him was now apprehensive, even reluctant - his mind continued to race back to his family when he was not distracted by the modern civilisation. Frequently he wondered about his baby sisters, and how one would have definitely had their child by now; after all, it had months since he left camp to find food to never return. More often than not, his fingers would curl roughly into the palms of his hands as his mind reenacted his kidnapping to his deaths. Ilyas knew that the other men in his own tribe were more than capable to protect his sisters and if born, his baby neice or nephew. It was these thoughts than distracted him and Rhydian guided him up and through to the mountains to where there were more people that were like him, and he supposed there would be many answers there; yet he doubt that any of them spoke Turkish and could speak English perfectly - unlike himself. Ilyas followed silently after Rhydian as they walked towards the tribe; he noted that the man did not live with them which made him curious but he bit his tongue. The landscape before him was completely different to the environment that he was used to, not so much by the masses of trees but the temperature and the weather. He knew it was winter here, but nevertheless, the cold air was not familiar to him.
Yet, the Turk couldn't deny that he now felt somewhat comfortable and at ease in the chillier weather; he was so used to the sun of Turkey and the warm sands of the Caribbean. In fact, the cold hair that engulfed him reminded him of the ice like plague which filtered through his bloodstream on a frequent basis. Ilyas heard Rhydian's order to stay put, but the fellow brute was stupid enough to believe that Ilyas would follow such orders; following another's order came incredibly difficult to him. Ilyas took the opportunity to walk around camp which resided deep within the mountain top; he watched silently the different members of the tribe before going on to take note of the different buildings and structures they had built to defend them against the elements. Given these people had more tools than his own people, but he knew he could take some ideas from them for his own home; that was when the dark thought of stealing some supplies came to him. Eventually, he found himself leaning against the wooden fencing which secured some farm animals; who he watched peacefully despite feeling multiple of eyes, human and animal on him. After a few moments of eyeing a goat, Ilyas finally heard the soft footsteps of the woman that Rhydian had been speaking to; the large male eventually turned round to face the petite woman.
Chocolate hues roamed over her, analysing her as he did so - she must be the boss lady that he had heard of so often; both from Rhydian and Valeria. Naturally, his head tilted somewhat to process the English words - he was slowly getting better at this second language but not enough to for him to speak at all fluently. Yet from his understanding, she would have most of the answers - but what she wanted from him in return was unknown. Ilyas nodded once and glanced down at her hand upon arm before he followed her to the cabin; it reminded him a little of home, just more advanced. “Ale” Ilyas grunted as he finally took a seat, and if she didn't have any he would simply suffer until he got back into the city - if he was not at Valeria's he was certainly causing trouble at the bar. Ilyas leaned back casually as she informed him of what she was, and what she was; which couldn't stop an amused, husky chuckle to vibrate in his chest. “Me? Phoenix!” He responded, despite knowing in his heart something had changed, the fire was now ice cold. He glanced at her tattoos and nodded in approval, he had a few himself which his crew had imprinted on him. Upon hearing her question, flashbacks appeared in the forefront of his mind; the constant torture, tainting and death. “I, murdered in sea” Ilyas muttered, his eyes darkening at the thought of someday getting his revenge for himself and for his Father. “Korsan Kadri” In that moment he had to stand, and began to rummage her cabin for alcohol.
Anivia had to admit Ilyas was something new to her, every Niveis outside of her village had been adapted to the new world. Her tribe had been thankful to have the help of the outsiders that wish to help the tribe. She looked to him as he asked for Ale, the one thing that ties many people together, the love of alcohol. Alcohol offered a burn that many of the turn niveis claim to remind them of the time before. She looked over the large male, he was much larger than most in their tribe. While Rhydian was rather tall he was not as tank like as Ilyas. Anivia had found herself staring far to long for her own good, studying his features as she tried to put together how he could have even died, he was strong and sturdy. It was becoming clear by the way he used short words to get his point across he didn’t speak english very well. Though Anivia was skilled in many languages from the outsiders that had come to the Island, she was not sure if she spoke his langage. “You are Niveis.”she simply stated again though she could tell deep down he knew he was no longer a phoenix.
“A the sea be a harsh mistress that has caused many phoenix to turn into a niveis.” She said as she followed behind him and opened a bottle of rum that had been gifted to her and poured him a glass sitting it in front of him before moving around the counter “Korsan Kadri? Is that the name of the man that murdered you at sea?” She tried her best to speak clearly giving long pauses for him to think about the words she said and give her an answer “I feel so rude.” she said as it dawned on her “My name is Anivia.” she said softly and then held her hand out to him “May I ask what is your name?” she said softly as she leaned her head to the side, she could tell he was no one that that trusted easy. She closed her eyes and when she opened them again they burned a bright icy blue as she opened her psychic link she had been blessed with some how to the other Niveis. She leaned her head to the side as she read the swirl of emotions and a slight grin came to her face as she closed her eyes again letting the link disconnect.
“You care deeply for your family, you are unsure how to get back to them I can tell.” she said as she poured herself a glass of rum. “Though if you want something from the tribe I would prefer you ask for what you need, after all you are one of us. We help our own.” She said as she picked up the glass and raised it to her lips taking a sip from the glass and then answered his unasked question. “I am not sure it is being the chief our because I was the first pure born Niveis.” she gave a shrug her dark hues resting on the stone counter she had placed into her home, leaning on it softly “I can feel everyone of our kind and if I open myself to it I feel them and what affects them emotionally, what drives them.” She looked up to him with a slight admiration in her eyes. “For someone in a foreign land you would think you would be driven by fear and yet, you seem to leak an appreciation for the adventure while wishing to return home to see your family.” touching his glass frosting it along with her own “Is there any way I can help you?”
Ilyas knew that he would need more than one pint of ale for the memories of what Kadri had done to him to disappear; of course, not many would assume that a brute like himself could ever be traumatised, but when he sat alone at night, he could not stop the memories from triggering uncontrollable fear. This fear was not necessarily for what could’ve happened to him, nor the idea that Kadri could have been successful in killing him, no - Ilyas was more afraid that Kadri now had possible access to finding Ilyas’s family and crew; if they were still alive. That was what scared him the most, and more often than not, Ilyas grew angry with himself that he chose to get answers regarding the cold fire which now lived within his blood rather than going straight to his family; they needed him more than he needed answers. After all, he was sure they could have travelled together to Evermore, even if his Sister had given birth; his family were well adapted and well travelled - they had traveled in worse conditions than having a baby on board. Nevertheless, alcohol solved any thought processing he became victim to. Ilyas could sense that she was following him towards the kitchen and she reiterated that he was now this Niveis, he couldn't help but mimic her. “You are Niveis” He copied, but a grin found his lips as a alcoholic looking bottle appeared.
Ilyas allowed her to take the bottle from him to pour themselves a glass; he was quick to down the first, before silently demanding another. “Sea is mistress. Me, Pirate… Sea, home” He commented as he leaned against the wooden counter, his fingers naturally wrapped around the bottle - he knew he would drink quicker than her and thus, would fill her up when required. “Korsan, errr is Turkish for pirate” He replied. “Kadri, Ilyas enemy” His words were laced with a growl until he managed to finally process her words. “Aye, and crew. In turns” Ilyas downed another drink and decided to slide the glass away and move on to drinking from the bottle itself. With his free hand, his fingers grasped Anivia's and shook her hand firmly. “Ilyas, hi” Knowing he had come across slightly aggressive, he offered her a somewhat more warm and welcoming smile. His chocolate hues narrowed suspiciously as hers reopened, only to be tinted with an ice blue; in fact, his head tilted a little - but he recognised the blue from his own. Ilyas furrowed his brows at the concentration on her face and only took a step or two back just in case she turned on him.
Ilyas was completely baffled as she continued to inform him of his current and overwhelming emotion of worrying about his family. His lips parted ever so slightly in confusion as he tried to comprehend how she knew those things; after all, only Valeria knew of his circumstances and she knew all too well that it was not her place to tell others. Just as he was about to voice his concerns, as if she read his mind, she answered his non-vocalised question. Ilyas widened his eyes and considered how awkward that psychic could be at times and suddenly turned to down more rum; what was this society like, good lord. “Witchcraft” He simply muttered and figured it was for the best he didn't ask anyone on the voodoo aspect. Ilyas was not sure what he wanted from her tribe, if he wanted anything at all; he originally wanted answers and Anivia was able to give him that but to have a larger crew and men who were loyal would certainly help him seek his revenge on Kadri and would certainly get his own family back to him in one piece. “I do not scare… Quickly” He knew the words did not flow but he hoped she would understand; at times he forgot others could not use magic to understand another language like the Dhampirs did. “My family, still phoenix. I want them safe, I want them here” He knew having them here would be safer, particularly for his baby niece or nephew. “And to learn, ice magic” Ilyas closed his eyes to focus on the freezing feeling beneath his skin.
Anivia could feel the internal struggle the young looking man in front of her was having, though she doubt it was all due to what he had become in his final rebirth. She couldn’t help the small smile that played on her lips as he repeated back to her what she had said to him. “You know I have a feeling you will pick up on English in to time.” She gave him the glass only to find him wanting more rather quickly which she gave though limiting herself to one glass as she knew that there was already a language barrier. “How is your bond with the sea now that you are Niveis?” She tried to speak clearly even clasped her hands together as a motion for bond. Waving her hand as a no for more than the one drink she had already poured and was nursing. “Korsan.” she repeat the word that he spoke for Pirate. Her eyes watching as he explained how he was turned into a Niveis. “So Kadri your enemy and his crew, placed you in the sea till you rebirthed?” She tried to ask back slowly in hopes that she was making sense to him. She knew in that moment she was going to have to learn Turkish in order to keep up with the larger male in front of him.
She felt his larger hand take hold of hers as she smiled softly “Ilyas is a beautiful name.” She watched him take a step back from her she wondered if it was in slight fear that took over his welcoming smile as she showed that she was like him just a tad different because she had yet to run into another Niveis that could connect with the others psychically like she had. Yet his gaze stayed upon her face as he seem to be taking in the display she showed in hopes it would help him trust her a little more. She stood perfectly still as she let him watch her closely, as if to say she understood he needed that moment, hell she could feel the waves of emotions he was letting off even if he didn’t know it himself. Though maybe bringing up that she could feel it was to much for the large male in front of him. As he just looked shocked as she spoke of knowing he missed them. As he muttered out that her extra skill was witchcraft she only chuckled at him. “You know humans would say that about you also Ilyas. After all not everyone can wield Ice, nor your former element Fire.”
She tilted her head to the side letting her hair roll to the side as she hummed softly, “Just because you don’t understand what something is or a skill one has that you don’t doesn’t make it witchcraft. Well, unless you run into a Instar Diviner cause they are Witches of sorts.” She reached out and took his hand in hers placing her hand over his gently as she looked to how small her hand was in his “I do not wish to scare you easily.” she gave him the word she knew she was looking for. “I want to help you.” It was almost like it was ingrained in her to want to help those her where of her species, she felt like she was the only one who should be unhappy and lonely. “Then I shall do everything in my power to bring your family here to be with you Ilyas.” She said as she smiled at his expression that he wanted to learn Ice Magic. “And I will teach you everything I know but I do ask for one thing.” she let a snowflake form between their hands before pulling her hand back from his leaving the snowflake there. “Teach me Turkish and I will teach you English so I can better understand you. I speak many languages already I should be able to pick it up rather easily.” She smiled to him “Anlaştık mı? (deal?)”
Upon hearing her words of assurance about him learning English in no time caused him to briefly exhale a soft laugh, a smile finding his lips as he shook his head. “English, long time ago” He confided somewhat. “But no use after death of person” Ilyas admitted, although even when Eleanor was around, his English wasn’t perfect but it certainly was better than it was now - yet, she was too, very smart and picked up Turkish very quickly; but when she died, he no longer had any use for the foreign language. He had no intention to visit the country, nor did he need to speak it with his family who only spoke Turkish themselves, although, now that he had found himself in such a predicament, he partially regretted not demanding more English lessons from Eleanor. Ilyas was grateful for the next comment that Anivia had thrown his way about his relationship with the sea as Eleanor was not a comforting subject for himself, despite no one else knowing about her in this world; thus he could only blame himself for allowing some aspects and subjects triggering such memories. Ilyas glanced down at the liquid in his glass as the topic of his other love was brought up. “Not seen, long time” He shook his head. “But always drawn to water” The brief smile returned, despite being in Evermore for a few weeks now, he had just to venture to the docks where the other boats and ships resided. “Maybe a trip soon”
His hold upon the glass tightened, there were too many emotions coming and going for him to truly comprehend how to cope with them; he was such a contradiction - he was a being who felt nothing but also everything at once and at times, it became unbearable where he would become physically violent to release them - thus it was no surprise that the pressure on the glass became too much, therefore, it shattered within his hand. The shattered glass fell to the floor, and the many tiny cuts to his palm caused blood to ooze from them; yet the alcohol gave the wounds a welcoming burn which caused him to hiss under his breath. Ilyas eventually looked up to Anivia and simply wiped his wounded hands on his trousers before replying to her. “He will die for what he did, Piç (bastard)” Ilyas took a steadying breath and eventually went to wash his hands from the blood under the tap, he had already got the sense that she would demand that looked after himself better. Ilyas glanced over his shoulder at her as she mentioned that humans too, would call what he could do witchcraft and he snorted in amusement and if he were honest with himself, he could not remember the last human he encountered, it had been that long ago. “Poor humans” He mused sarcastically as he returned to where he once stood.
Ilyas watched as she tilted her head, and how her hair cascaded gracefully over her shoulder as she contemplated her next few words - clearly she understood that certain words and topics triggered him. “Diviners, yes” He nodded. “Valeria told me stories” He chuckled somewhat, he was like a child in a new world, although the history of witches went as far back as he could remember, and he recalled one of his Father’s best men happened to be a witch, but they were not called Diviners then. He quirked a brow as she reached out to his wounded hand, and his gaze remained at their brief yet delicate touch for a small moment before he dragged his gaze back towards her. The words which drifted from her lips, were some that he could not easily understand, but from the tone of her voice and the simple act of taking his hand within her own, he understood that her intentions were pure and it created a warm and very forgotten feeling to return to him; it was unusual for someone other than Valeria to want to help him. “You help?” He quizzed, almost in disbelief - he never thought, for one moment that she would want to help him; in fact, he was sure she would hate him, see him as a threat to her Ambassador title as he too, was a leader of people.
Ilyas lifted his free hand to slowly touch the snowflake which appeared above their hands as he contemplated his response to her offer. “Anlaştık mı” He agreed to the terms of their alliance; and perhaps spending more time with her wouldn’t necessarily be the worst thing for him. “Even if they phoenix?” That was the first question he could think of, although he had a feeling they would need to rebirth to be welcomed to the city and that concerned him as he eyes finally met hers.
Anivia gave a soft chuckle as she smiled back at him as he seemed to be feeling slightly more comfortable with her. She was patient in listening to him talk piecing together everything that he was saying. “Well if you learned English once, I have no doubts you can doing it again and quicker then the first time since you have a base for the language.” she remembered her first few lessons with her mother for many of the different languages she now knew. “Learned it for a girl?” she smiled softly not picturing the pirate to be one to fall in love with a girl enough to learn her language and then give it up because she had passed. “I am sorry you lost her Ilyas.” she said gently. She had known much lost herself and refused to let herself get close to another again. She feared losing someone far more than anything. The change of subject was for the both of them. “The draw to the water is a Niveis thing, along with a pirate thing.” she gave him a gentle smile. “Well we have a lake up here that is frozen over that we like to go to when we want to be in the water.” she said softly, “It's not the sea but it may help the heart sickness.” she touched his chest softly.
When the glass shattered in his hand she was there ready to take his hand yet it seem to calm the anger that had filled the Turkish man's chest. Though she grimaced as he whipped his bloody glass filled hand on his pants. She made a tsk sound with her tongue as she took his hand, her eyes turning blue as she used his blood to force the glass out and whipped his hand clean. She wrapped her kitchen towel to his hand, looking to him. “This Piç.” she repeated the word feeling dirty doing so. “Is he still alive?” she asked as she leaned herself on the counter behind her for a moment. As she kept the cloth to his hand for a long moment before pulling it back to see the wounds healing nicely. She tossed the rag in the sink to deal with later. She knew better than to tell Ilyas how to live his life, after all she had her angry outburst though they tended to be deep in the forest with no one around to watch her lose it.
“Yes poor humans.” she replied just as sarcastically. She had read the stories and seen many things first hand how humans destroyed one another along with many others with no pause. She took the moments she looked upon him to study his feature he truly had a unique look to him. She gave him a smile when she noticed that they both were studying the other like they had never seen another person before. While her hand held his in a manner to express that she was there for him. She could feel he was not used to someone being there for him in such away. She smiled softly as she nodded. “You deserve to find your family and be happy Ilyas.” she believed that it had something to do with more than he was one of them. As he touched the snowflake she made it spin and smiled as he agreed to the alliance. She nodded softly “Even if they are Phoenix, they are still your family.” She said softly with a smile. “They don’t have to change to have a place here. You are among friends.” she let the snowflake melt in his hand.
She didn’t drop his hand but rather pulled him to the door “Come with me.” she said as she knew the looks from the other tribe members as she was dragging the male who was much larger behind her. Though most of them knew her power so didn’t question it either. She dragged him through the small tree till they were at the frozen lake. She looked to him with a smirk as she moved onto the ice, the markings on her arms began to glow along with her eyes as the ice turned into water and she was standing there on it. She smiled as the snow that was falling danced around her. “You don’t have to miss the water it is apart of you.” she said softly as her eyes stayed glowing blue.
It was always such a harsh reality each time that Eleanor crossed his mind, or if the situation arose where he spoke about her, or at least things which they did together; thus when he briefly spoke about previous English lessons, he had to keep the emotions contained - he was glad that he didn’t mention any names which made it somewhat easier for him. However, he would be naive to think that Anivia would not put two and two together - no one, particularly back in his day would choose to speak another language unless it was to impress someone else and someone they cared for deeply. Therefore, when Anivia made the connection, The Turk simply nodded his response, his head hung low for a brief moment in time to collect his feelings - he was never ashamed to release anger and allow another being to see that side of him; yet, when it came to sadness and sorrow, that was a no go zone for him, especially in the presence of others. Once he had collected himself, and took a deep breath he lifted his gaze to meet the leader of the Niveis tribe here in and Evermore. “Yes. She are initia” Ilyas confirmed, and if Anivia knew much about the Phoenix past, she would surely understand where their story went to - nothing but a tragic love story.
The change of subject was welcomed, and the fact that it was about water of some sorts brought him comfort - the sea, in other words was his safety blanket; yes, it was the thing that eventually killed him, but to be killed by something he loved, he knew he died somewhat happily. At least Kadri gave him that. “Frozen?” Ilyas questioned with a quirk of one rather bushy eyebrow, it was not a word that he was familiar with and thus had no idea what it could possibly be, despite his mind racing for some form of picture that he had seen in his lifetime. “I stay at Valeria… But want home in sea” He commented his needs, and hoped that it would be possible - after all, in his adventures of the City, he had seen some home like boats in his time which were stationary and anchored down. Ilyas glanced downward as she placed a reassuring hand upon his chest - he thought back to what her brother had said when he met him, about the removal of one’s wings, and seeing Anivia today and how she was behaving around him; he failed to see how she could possibly do such a thing.
The pain which soared from his hand was much welcomed compared to the emotional pain that he was feeling only moments ago; perhaps he had crushed the glass on purpose without truly realising it. Yet it was what happened next that threw him somewhat, and it was clear upon his features as the Niveis rushed to his aid to help with the bleeding - to receive care from someone else was somewhat foreign to him; of course, his sisters provided some level of comfort, but it was not frequent. In fact, it was normally him that gave the care and support. Yet as a leader, it was perhaps something that he expected. “Aye, is” He muttered some, with a shake of his head - he had already begun his sweet revenge on him. Much to his delight, the subject was changed, there was just too much emotion for one day for him to handle before hearing the she would welcome his family and crew in, even if they had yet to turn Niveis; it was what he wanted to hear as he was unsure if he wanted them to turn just yet, it meant that they still had time to live a normal life. “Teşekkür ederim”
Ilyas grunted when the woman grabbed his hand and dragged him out of the cabin. “Woman” He simply muttered as he followed after her, not that he had much choice in the matter; he caught some of the other’s gazes as they walked and naturally narrowed his eyes in a threatening glare at them - daring them, just daring them to say something about the sight they had just seen. Ilyas allowed his eyes to widen at the lake before him, and assumed this is what she meant by frozen as he watched her walk on it - instinctively, he reached out cautiously so that she could hold on if something went wrong on the ice… and then the water. Ilyas blinked at the glowing marks upon her arms and roughly ran his fingers through the lengths of his hair. “Fire, I miss... “ He muttered, still very unsure of the water and ice, however, he did notice he walked closer to the water’s edge.
Anivia remembered herself what that was like, falling for someone who didn’t speak your language pressing yourself to learn theirs. Just to be able to hold a conversation with them, and yet Caspian was still alive for her. Things were just different between them now then they were before. That was a whole separate can of worms though, one she didn’t wish to be thinking about in that moment. Her eyes focused on Ilyas as he hung his head, it was clear as it vibrated through her own chest how much pain the Niveis in front of her had been through, and how much he honestly didn’t wish to talk about it. “I’m sorry,” She spoke softly. “I know that things between Phoenixes and Initia never ended well. I will set a boat off for her, wishing her well in her eternal slumber.” Anivia meant it truly anyone who as able to find love among the chaos should never have to be ripped apart when it wasn’t ones choice.
Anivia knew the sooner she got to work learning turkish the easier it would be for Ilyas and herself. As the question what the word Frozen was she took a glass and placed water in it, touching it she turned the water to ice. “Frozen.” She stated hoping the demonstration was enough to explain what the word frozen was. “Valeria.” She repeated as she remembered the face, taking a moment to connect too. “Oh yes the Dhampir leader. She is lovely. Well the offer to stay here with the other Niveis still stands. I have a guest room if you like.” She pointed and then realized that she needed to slow down a little. “Your home is in the sea.” she gave him a soft nod that she understood. She wondered if the tie to the ocean had grown stronger after his final rebirth. She removed her hand after a moment as she was sure he didn’t want to be touched by her even if it was in a reassuring manner, he didn’t seem like the kind of man who just wanted to be touched by a stranger.
Anivia gave him a gentle smile, “you don’t have to thank me, I know how important family is.” She said as she let out a soft breath before her idea of taking him to the lake to let him connect with it. For someone who loved the sea, whos heart belonged to the sea it was the closest he was going to get in Evermore, since they were not a port city. She chuckled as he manage to have the word Woman remembered in english. Ilyas was actually much larger than most in the tribe, so the reason they were staring was due to what it looked like to have him dragged behind Anivia. Yet they all knew Anivia was a force to be reckoned with. Anivia turned the frozen top to mix with the water below her feet, keeping herself there as she moved closer to him. She knew the marks along her arms, along with the matching pattern down her spin and over her ankles were glowing ice blue. Her eyes glowing just as bright no longer the dark brown, she felt powerful in that moment being in such a large body of water.
“I have never known the burning of fire.” She admitted to him, “but I have known the bitter cold all my life..” She spoke as she moved in front of him, unzipping her jacket and tossing it on the ground beside him. “You love the sea. You love water just as much as fire.” She said as she let her blue wings come from the blue tattoos on her back. “Have you entered the water since your change? Fully?” she tilted her head to him, if she had been alone she most likely would have stripped naked it actually wasn’t uncommon for her to do that in the middle of nowhere to reconnect with her element. Since she wasn’t she just chose to slide off her shoes and throw them beside him. “You don’t know what you are missing while longing for something else.” She said as she lowered in the water and backed away from him turning, Diving underwater opening her wings fully underneath using them to guide her quickly under the water. Hoping he would take a leap of faith and join her, showing him he didn’t have to fear the thing that killed him.
(using a mermaid gif to kinda show what I picture in my head. obvi not a mermaid and there are no gifs of an underwater woman with wings)
It was no surprise to him that she commented on the troubled past that the Phoenix and Initia species shared; it was common knowledge and he suspected that this information was something that young Niveis were taught when they were growing up and gaining some form of Education. After all, they derived from the Phoenix so it was important that they learnt who their ancestors were and where they came from; however, it was her final comment on the subject which made his dark eyes widen ever so slightly as well as having a curious brow raise in thought. It was awfully kind of her to do something such as that to someone who she did not know, which included himself and Eleanor; and the tradition of what she planned on doing sat well with him and he was sure that Ele would approve of it also, although he suspected her ghost would cause a fuss about not wanting to be fussed over. “Thank you” He spoke softly with a nod of his head; yet he wondered if she would still offer such kindness if she found out that he was the reason why Ele died. If it were not for his temper and reckless thinking, Ele could still be alive today, with a family of her own; yet that would never be the case, she would have never forgiven him for the murder of her family.
Ilyas watched curiously as she attempted to show him what she meant by frozen, and when he watched the water turn into ice, he nodded and lifted his index finger upward. “Ahh, evet, evet! (yes yes!)” He commented. “Frozen” He repeated to himself and hoped that that information would remain in the English language he had learnt thus far before speaking on the topic of living with Valeria. “She has.. Puppy, sweet” Ilyas felt a warm smile appear on his lips before a lost expression found his countenance as the woman began to speak very quickly, very suddenly. His eyes shifted before noting the point she made to the spare room, which helped him put two and two together - he was still very unsure as to whether or not he wished to live with the tribe; after all, it meant that he had to live under her rules and follow any orders she may give. For a natural born leader, that would be nothing more than torture to him. “Thank you.. I happy for now” He confirmed, he would need to figure out where he would live soon, he needed space large enough for his own family and crew if they wished to live here also.
The Pirate watched her for a brief moment as they entered the clearing where the frozen lake resided; and he had to admit, it was beautiful to see - he could only imagine what a sea could look like if dropped to minus temperatures. Ilyas stared unwillingly as she removed her jacket which consequently revealed the blue glow on certain points of her body and as he had yet to even try and use his ice powers or even try to fly - he had yet to see what his body would do when he channeled his supernatural power. He shook his head at her question, the last time he had emerged himself in water, in the sea was at the time of his death when Kadri was happily torturing him for his Father’s doings. Of course, there was a certain ache within him which brought him closer to the water; he did miss jumping from the side of his ship and into the crashing waves of the sea so when he watched her drive in, albeit fully clothed.
There was truth to her words, and as he stood there for a few moments somewhat awkwardly, Ilyas eventually removed his jacket as well as his shirt and shoes and followed her under the ice water. The chill of the water certainly took his breath away but it truly did not feel any different to the ice which ran through his veins; his eyes remained opened as he followed the blue glow which radiated from her.
Anivia kept the warm welcoming small on her lips, she gave a gentle shake of her head. “You don’t have to thank me.” She said as she truly didn’t believe that he needed too. If she was someone he cared about then she cared for them. Weather Ilyas believed it or not he was apart of her tribe and she cared deeply for those who where part of her tribe. As she managed to teach him what the word frozen was the Niveis felt proud of herself. As they spoke about living with Valeria she gave a chuckle at the fact that the Dhampir ambassador had a puppy he seem to enjoy as he had a warm smile now. She just nodded as he thanked her for the offer to take up the spare room she had. Their tribe was still building among the trees and snow on the mountain so there would be more than enough space for him and his family. Though she also knew she couldn’t force anyone to live with the tribe.
She only hoped that showing him the beauty of what she had created here in Evermore and the beauty of being a Niveis. Anivia had never known what it was like to be a Phoenix but she had heard their stories all her life. She knew disconnection from their fire element would have taken its toll on the Pirate. Yet the fact he hasn’t connected with ice was concerning for Anivia. She hoped if he connected with his new element it would help him feel more normal. Yet Anivia didn’t know his normal she just hoped that she could help him feel like less of an outsider. So as she took off under the water in hopes he would follow in she turned back to look at where he was. As she saw him coming into the water she turned around and made her way back to him.
As she moved to him under the water she took him in as he was shirtless now, she noted the tattoo on his left peck along with his Niveis mark on his side. She reached out and touched the Niveis mark on his side letting her glowing blue eyes hold on to him. She reached and raised her shirt up and revealed the Niveis mark around her navel to show him they were alike even more. She touched one of his deeper scars softly before pulling her hand back, moving her wings to pull herself back slightly from him as she nodded her head for him to follow her. She wanted to take him to a place she loved that was deep in the lake, it actually ran into an underwater cave using her wings to move her through the water but keeping a pace to match his.
As the pair reached the underwater opening she looked to him and nodded her head again and swam into it. She swam through the short cave into an in cave lagoon that seemed to glow brightly among the dark cave walls. She broke the surface of the water and looked to him as he did so. She gave him a warm smile and looked around the cave. “I like to come here to think.” She said softly so the echo was low.
The water which now surrounded his being was a different kind of water that he was typically used to; for one, it was a lot more cold and if anything, it seemed to be more still and peaceful. The change in the water was welcoming as there was no fight of the current, it was tranquil; and much to his delight there were a few different animals in the water along with him - but they could by no means be compared to the many sharks that he had swam with in his time. Ilyas inhaled deeply as the water caressed his skin, it had been a long time since he had connected with water in such a way; there of course, was a lake/spring in the forest in which they lived, but it was nothing compared to the feeling of swimming in a vast amount of water - like this one. The sensation caused a shiver to run through his body until he witnessed Anivia swimming back towards him.
Ilyas quirked a brow as she reached forwards, his muscles naturally tensed a little as the pad of her finger tip came into contact with his newly found tribal tattoo; it was not a tattoo he thought much of - after all, he was a lover of tattoos and it wasn’t offensive to the eye so he did not care that it appeared after his rebirth on Kadri’s ship. He began to tread water for a moment as she revealed that she too had the same mark which confused him for a moment, considering he was not apart of the tribe, it baffled him why they had the same mark; yet that was nothing compared to the realisation that he had been under water much longer than his lungs should be able to keep him down. Ilyas found that he was not struggling for breath, nor was he panicking by not being able to get air - particularly when he looked upward to see the sheer ice which rested above them.
He was taken out of his amazed and confused thoughts as she reached and stroked one of his more deeper, predominant scars along his abdomen; yet the scars which lingered on his body were nowhere near as impressive as the wings which erupted from her shoulder blades and how they worked so perfectly under water. Ilyas nodded in response as he followed her through the water, his gaze remained alert at the different species which lived beneath the ice who were also casually minding their own business; he watched her resurface and despite loving the feeling of being beneath the water, he followed suit and popped his head out of the water. His hands went to push any stray strands of hair away from his face as he took in the scenery before them; his lips fell slightly agape not something he had ever seen before, and he had seen his fair share of caves. e at the beauty, it was something one could only generate in their dreams - and it certainly was
“Beautiful, very” Ilyas commented as he took in the light blue haze which lit up the cave before he gently swam over to the rocks which provided land for them and pushed himself up. “Why just think? Live here, away from people” He glanced back at her as she remained in the water; he cleared his throat for a brief moment. “What you think here?” Ilyas queried, wondered if she would share those thoughts with him.
Watching Ilyas connect with the water feeling the clam that took hold of his aura was always the feeling Anivia was chasing herself. She enjoyed the rush she got psychically when an Niveis connected with their element again after a long time. Though he tensed under her touch which was something new to her. She worried he may fear her, but with the language barrier that they had and the fact she understood what he was and how to be what he was must cause some fear. She watched his confused eyes take in many things at once, she worried she was overwhelming him with information. So much worry she held as she truly wanted to help him in many ways but soon she felt the amazement twirling within him and smiled as he agreed to follow her deeper.
As they arrived at the cave she pushed her own dark locks pack from her face and smiled as he took in the cave. She moved towards the rocks that were there using her ability to lift her up and sat there on them, She looked at the soft glow the cave held and leaned her head back against the rock wall behind her. Raising her legs to wrap her arms around them as her gaze returned to the dark brow they where. Her markings that laced around her arms, ankles and spine fading with the glow that it held. “Very beautiful indeed.” she agreed before she looked to him as he sat on the rocks beside her.
“Well for one my tribe is far to big. Many of us.” she held her hands out making the water dance as figures showing that not all of them would fit. Using her gifts. “We need more space, and while the cave and water is beautiful. We can’t live our lives in it.” She then made a solo figure with a headdress on it. “And well I like having a place I don’t have to be chief.” She had the figure take off the head dress, and sit in the cave. “So many people look to me, it's nice to have a place to be alone.” She showed before letting the ice fall back to the water.
Though being a leader was a lonely life, she gave up on finding someone a long time ago. She did what was best for the tribe always, this was the one thing she did for herself so she didn’t lose her mind. “Though if you wish to live here, I won’t kick you out.” she teased looking to him and them hummed for a moment. “I think about if I am doing the right thing for my people. I think about life. Sometimes cry.” She chuckled at the last part with a sad smile and ran her fingers through her wet slick hair. “Only place I don’t have to keep my leader face on.” she shrugged lightly wondering if he understood anything she was saying.