Trinkets [Bree/Le-le]

[Leander]

For a long while, the two simply laid there, Leander feeling his chest beginning to burn, wondering if those pills were beginning to wear off already. Yet, once sure that he wouldn't immediately died, got to his knees and crawled to see if the secretary had followed, if she had made it through completely. Upon finding her there, he felt a sense of relief, and smiled to show so, before standing up completely. There were trees off at one distance, and the sea in the other, leaving the two with very little choice of travel. "Come on, we don't have forever to lay around," the man urged, his voice soft and patient, not quite sure what Robin was feeling. Perhaps she hated him for such an alternative, or perhaps she was numb, unable to comprehend. He truly hoped it was the latter, for this situation was just bearable with the young lady's company. If he had been alone, any determination to even escape would have long fled. Leander would have never even thought of magic to escape, would not have felt the grave desperation of getting her out.

Yet, for some reason, events had escalated, and he had used it. Not for the first time, and just as before, the price it asked of him was so elusive. Who was he to teach, and upon what? What, in science's name, did he know enough about to teach someone that another person couldn't do a better job of? Magic just made him frustrated, endlessly dejected by it's tight circles that meant nothing to him. It wound him about, toying with him as a pawn, and left him no option but to follow. Often, for a result that was none too different from when one began, if experience was anything to dictate. This made him mildly panicky, glancing over at Robin and silently swearing to keep her from any harm, any trouble. It was his fault she was in a strange land, wearing a prisoner's jumper, and running for her very life. Leander smiled, though it was empty, simply trying to make her feel a bit better.

It wasn't long until the trees were above them, giving a reprieve from the intense sun that bombarded the island. Here, the breeze was stifled, but not too badly, and Leander took time to pull off the top half of his uniform, typing it at his waist. There was nothing underneath, and though he had the somewhat bony, scrawny structure of a desk worker, it wasn't bad. Perhaps a bit pale, even for his natural complexion. Giving Robin some rest, he lurked about the light forest, finding out the direction of density, yet no pathways, not even any animal paths. When he returned, however, a couple of ripe fruit were in each hand. He handed one to her, and took a bite of his own, juice eagerly flowing out down his hands immediately. It was a common tropical plant, and so hard to use it to determine where they were, but perhaps soon enough a town would spring up, if they found good direction. "We should continue following the beach. There's more luck of finding civilization faster that way." He was a mess from eating the fruit, and had nowhere to wipe off his hands and mouth but his pants, staining the green jumpsuit.

Then the two were moving, staying at the edge of the trees, where they still had shade, and within the hour, they came upon boats dragged up on shore. A couple boats were being pushed out, and a few women were holding fish, their children helping to carry the large nets of catch. "Ah! See?" he said to Robin, grinning. The people all had a general appearance, similar skin and eyes to the Yuak, to Leander's race, though their hair was blacker than pitch, generally cut short while his was hung traditionally low. It was the only large change between the island folk and those of the mainland, otherwise their heritage was far too mingled to tell straight. Despite feeling tired, and thirsty and sun-burnt, he jogged over the beach, pulling his charge with him. "Hello," the man greeted, bowing gently at his waist, and looking at their either surprised or suspicious faces, it was rather hard to read. "I'm Leander, this is Robin. We... we... used magic to end at that end of the island," he gestured from the way they came, and the people became slightly more animate.

They drew closer, and asked too many questions to be sorted out at once. "I'll be happy to tell you everything, but my friend and I are desperately tired. And thirsty. Could we impose on your hospitality?" The people nodded, and began to lead the way back, several children running off ahead, obviously to tell the others of what coming. "May I ask where we are?"

"The small Isle of Trinn, sir. We're about eight islands out from the mainland, and are rather remote in comparison," one lady answered. "Where did you come from?" Leander laughed, softly, and promised to tell her later, after he had some water to dry his throat, and looked to Robin, watching her, wondering what she was feeling or thinking. It was such a surreal situation even for him, the one who knew of magic. But she... what could she be feeling?

[Bree]

Robin didn't listen to a word Leander said. It felt as though she was in a numb coma but she was awake. She could hear the Leander's words, feel the breeze ruffling her hair, smell the sweetness of the grass, taste the salt in the air, and see that beautiful blue sky; but none of it was registering in her mind. Her mind was a buzz with magic. She wanted to experience it again. There couldn't be anything in the world like it, ecstasy couldn't feel so great. Her skin still tingled as the electric rush of the magic coursed through her veins. She wanted so much to feel it again. Leander. He could use magic. If she want to feel… that incredible intensity that made her feel wonderful she’d need him. Of course she already needs him since he probably had a better idea of what to do then she did, but the magic was a bonus.

She kept her gaze on the sky, letting it slip now and then to the forest and Leander, as she contemplated the magic. She had been arrested for using magic even though she hadn’t. Did that mean she possibly could use magic. The thought brought a smile to her face. If she could use that magic, oh the possibilities. She could never go back to her old life so magic was probably the best way to go. She could get that rush any time she wanted. The very thought brought the sensation back. Tickling her skin softly and shocking her veins. I need it. The want for magic was over coming her like a drug. She had gotten that first taste of magic and she wanted more and more and more. How she could have lived without this feeling Robin couldn’t possibly understand. Everyone should feel like this, everyone should use magic.

When the sun had gotten overhead Robin squinted her eyes, eventually closing them. The sun began to shoot down on her and make her hot, a sheer layer of sweat on her skin. Panting slightly, Robin sat up. She stretched her stiff muscles and unbuttoned the top of her uniform. She still had on her slip for the beautiful floral dress she had on before the uniform. She let the top nest around her as the breeze made her sweaty skin cool. It was a relief to have some of the uniform off but now that half of her was cool the other felt like it was on fire. After some debated Robin slipped the rest off, having some brief trouble getting it over her hips. She didn’t feeling like getting up and undoing the rest of the buttons, and she was incredibly hippy. So after a few minutes struggle she was just in her under clothes and her slip, which thank god she wore a solid white one so it wasn’t see through.

In all the time Leander was gone she had skipped happily around the meadow, collected flowers, made necklaces, bracelets, anklets, and having so much fun. She’d always lived in the city and had never gone to the beach or mountains and she just found nature beautiful. In a matter of time she was covered in flowers. A necklace of little red ones, bracelets of big yellow ones, rings of pink ones, and all kinds of other jewelry of other colors. Her favorite was her crown of course. It was all of the flowers and made her feel like a princess. Like Frank did when they were dating. When she thought of Frank she didn’t feel that pain she had when she was in the prison. It was like he was just a boyfriend she had in the past, and that‘s it. She didn’t have time to ponder it much since Leander came back.

He didn’t seem to notice her appearance as he handed her the strange fruit. She noticed how juice poured out of it all over Leander’s chin so when she bit into hers she leaned forward slightly. It was certainly tasty, but she didn’t notice much since she practically inhaled it. She hadn’t eaten since the previous day when they were arrested. She simply nodded to him. She silently said good-bye to the little meadow as they began walking. It felt as though they were walking forever before they found the people. Robin had been enjoying the scenery, but after a while she wished she still had on her uniform to protect her from the sun. Her skin was pink with burns and she was painfully thirsty. She smiled lightly to Leander when he turned to her and tried to keep up with him when he began to jog. She stayed behind him mostly as he talked to them. Not necessarily hiding, but staying in the cooler shade of his shadow.