05.29.3013: Come Around Here Often?
Summary: Flint and Johana meet for the first time in the gardens. Talk of weapons, training, and random photography ensue
Date: 05-29-2013
Related: None
Flint Johana 

Gardens of Erkwin
While the Arborenin may like their greenery wild and lush, the Gardens of Erkwin are carefully and precisely manicured, even if they are no less green for all the attention they have received at the clippers of gardening drones. Broad expanses of grass are trimmed to exactly the same height, grown to exactly the same verdant shade. Hedges are neatly clipped back into exacting shapes. Some form mythical creatures, others living statues of famous historical figures, and one section even rises in geometric patterns to create a hedge maze. Between the hedges and lining paths of crushed gravel are beds full of flowers from all over Imperius — and before that, from all over Old Earth.

As beautiful as the gardens are, however, all of the paths lead through them toward the stadium on the water's edge. A final parade of flags draws the attention of most onlookers up toward the bulbous blue shape of the stadium's half-roof, which is lit from within by the glow of the lights when a tournament is taking place or a soccer game being played.

May 29, 3013

The spring evening is a little cool, but it doesn't seem to stop a lone figure from wandering among the gardens. A cloak around the shoulders of the young woman bears the dual hammer sigil of House Ibrahm, the colors are black and red. The hood is pulled back revealing vibrant red hair, the color of sun filtering through honey. Her steps are unhurried, her gait graceful, her bearing confident. Pausing near a hedge trimmed into the shape of a dragon, she lifts a camera and snaps a photo.

Todays freight of ore has been brought in for the day, which has left Flint looking for something to occupy his time with, not needing to return to Ignis in any kind of hurry. Been some time since he visited the gardens, but it doesn't seem to of changed in the time since he visited. The former heir of Grantham sidesteps and errant drone clipping a bush shaped like a tiger before he goes in search of a bench to take a seat on. There's a peaceful countenance on his face, a man seemingly wholly content with where he is and what he's doing at the moment.

Once she turns from the dragon hedge, she wonders what the others appear as and Johana turns to explore what the shape of the next one would be and stops short when she realizes she is not alone at all. The heir to Ibrahm pauses to look over the unknown man stepping around the drone, watching him with unabashed curiosity, though not immediately addressing him. Pushing her cloak back slightly she walks nearer him now, her eyes barely flickering over the tiger hedge. Finally when she is near enough to not look a fool, she greets him with a somewhat friendly smile. "Good evening."

It looks like Flint had almost fallen into a trance, seated on that bench by the time Johana had greeted him. Sucking in a breath, his eyes flicker open slowly. "Good evening." he replies. There's a blink. "My Lady, how can I help you?" he voice carries, but it's done so with a softer tone, rather calm for someone who look to carry themselves like a knight. "Out for some fresh air, yeah?"

Finally when his attention is on her, Johana inhales softly, watching his eyes flicker open in what seems to be an attractive face. "I was only strolling out here for the fresh air, yes." Tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear, the Ibrahm heir regards him openly a moment. "I only saw you walking and wished to not startle you, so I wanted to make my presence known. I am Ana Ibrahm," offering a delighted smile to the man now.

"No need for worry, I'm happy to talk." Flint replies easily. "Ah, Johana Ibrhm now I can put a name to the face. You'll have to ignore my laspe in memory, I don't often venture out very far past the Smith's Tower. Sir Flint Grantham. To what do I owe the pleasure of the heir of Ibrhm?" Odd name for a noble, but then again, not everyone really understands the culture of the Granthams or Ignis. "What brings you here to Landing? Just needed to get away from Obsidia for a bit?"

"Sir Flint Grantham, I must admit it is a pleasure to meet you. I had only arrived to visit with some friends in a meeting. Once the meeting ended, I thought to come for a walk at the Gardens since I missed the tournament recently, I wanted to see them for myself. It has been far too long since I have been away from the Crescent." Johana clasps her hands together and glances towards the flowers lining the walk before bending down to scoop one up, lifting it to smell. "What is it you do in the Smith's Tower?"

"Do? Oh, nothing really. I was just helping the transport team bring a freight of ore, is all." Flint replies. "Since I had time and nothing really pressing to take me back Ignis, I decided to stick around for a bit. Most of the time I'm down in the barracks of the Pit giving weapon training, but I'm letting some of the other knights take care of that for the time being. Getting some perspective it all. And this is always a good place for meditation. Oh, that's right, the tournament. I hadn't the chance to really attend that either. Usually only show up for the melee, personally."

The chill from the air seems to have dissipated and Johana removes her cloak, leaving it over one arm. "Weapon training? What is your preferred choice in the melee?" With a sweeping motion of her arm, she indicates the seat he is on. "Would you mind too terribly if I joined you?" The question is accompanied by an inquisitive smile, her demeanor somewhat tentative.

Being a Knight, Flint always carries at least one weapon on him, that being his favorite one. The bar mace that's hooked to his belt is unhooked. It's made from a black metal from the forges on Ignis, powercoated with a graphic design that makes it looks like it was pulled from a lava flow. "It's called a bar mace, four square rods forged into one, gives it this sorta plus sign if you looked at it from it's end. And certainly, take a seat. Training in most forms of combat, but I prefer bludgeons mostly. I've been a consultant for combat scenes in a handful of movies over the years. Good fun, that."

A sword on her, though a small one at the moment, since she was traveling, Johana looks the part of the knight except for the dress she is wearing. A personal preference rather than the tunic and trousers most went for, though occasionally she does succumb to that mode of dress. Examining his weapon as he speaks about it, she can she can see the plus sign and cannot resist a tease. "If you turn it this way.. it makes a multiplication sign." The amusement in her eyes is light hearted, only trying to draw a smile from the Knight. Taking the seat, she nods her thanks, clasping her hands together demurely on her lap. "Movies? That sounds as if it is great fun. Have you met many stars?"

"Very true. Call it my math tool very large problems. The hard ones, that need to be subtracted." the Knight remarks with a light chuckle. "I like the weapon, always felt good in my hand." Flint says admiring it for a moment longer before setting it against the bench. "I've met a few actors. I work with Jane Wyre for awhile on one of her movies, I was her and a few others weapon consultant. To make sure they were fighting with props was at least looked authentic. It was nothing major, though I am proud I got my name in the credits of a few of them. Even got to do a bit one-line role for a scene or two in a few of them. It was good fun, but I don't think I'm much of an actor."

When he turns it into a humorous equation, Ana can't help but laugh with him. "Does it divide them in half if you hit them hard enough?" Biting her lip, the amusement still dances in her eyes. "It looks like a very solid weapon, is it terribly heavy?" When he rests it against the bench, she lifts her gaze to his, her lips curved up in a smile. "I have heard of her, she is very famous. That has to be a lot of fun, working around people like her." After a brief pause she tips her head to the side marginally. "Why do you think you are not much of an actor?"

"Oh no, it multiplies them into peices. But I suppose dividing is just as good an explanation." Flint muses lightly, shaking his head at the question. "When you train with it as long as I have, you get used to the weight and learn to work with it. And get strong enough, doesn't really weigh a whole lot. More than a sword, less than a polearm. And she was fun to work with. But kinda flightly, but fun. Pretty nice in person all told." Another light laugh at acting. "It's fun, but I don't think I could make a profession at it. I keep looking at the camera."

"As long as we remain at the simple mathematics, I can understand it much easier. It is when they expect numbers and letters to equal each other that I get confused," laughing with self depreciation, not afraid to have a joke at her own expense. "Would you ever give lessons in such a weapon then? To someone who was not an actor? Usually I use a polearm, so I believe that the weight would be manageable." Johana glances towards the weapon again, her camera hanging from her wrist is lifted thoughtfully. "I suppose since you like looking into cameras, you would not pose for a photo? It is a hobby of mine, photography, I mean."

"So long as we don't get too deep in the math. I'm a Knight, not a mathematician." the Granthem Knight remarks, appearing thought at the request. "Well, since my task usually revolves around training men-at-arms for the Legion of Ash, it is sorta what I'm used to, yeah? Polearms is admittedly my weakest area, blades and blunt weapons tend to be more my forte. Why, you asking for lessons, My Lady?" There's another blink, this one a bit more. "A picture? Of me? Sure, I guess, but why? I mean, I can't say I'm all that special."

"As am I, Sir Flint, as am I." With another laugh, she rises again from her seat and captures her camera in her hand, tilting her head this way and that. "I would adore learning more, and if you would like me to return the lessons with polearms, I am sure we could trade it out, if you would be interested?" Johana does not allow the question to linger long before she lifts the camera and considers him. "You truly think you are not special, Sir?" Without waiting for a practiced pose, Ana clicks the button on her camera, capturing his image only to turn the display towards him. "Perhaps you do not see what I see?" Pointing out a few things on the image. "Steel gray eyes, broad shoulders.." She pauses a moment as a blush heats her cheeks. "Your smile is nice, see?"

"I suppose we could work something out if you're that dead-set on the idea." Flint supposes. "Bludgeons for polearms? Hrm…yeah, I suppose we could do something about that." He holds still for the picture long enough for Johana to take it. Even smiles. "Humility was one of the first lessons I learned a long time ago. And ego was something we gave up at our funeral upon the completion of our training. I know what I am, and I know what I'm not, and I can say with certainly that I'm not what you'd call vain. But your compliments are appreciated."

At his agreement, Johana practically beams a smile of approval. "Then I would like to do that. I know perhaps I am getting the better end of the deal, but I think I should be a rapt student and learn quickly." Once the picture is taken, she turns off her camera, placing it at her wrist once again. "Modesty is an attractive trait, I admit that I am impressed you are not vain for surely you have every reason to be." Flirting is definitely not something she is accomplished at, too much time spent among her family in Obsidia has made her almost a recluse of late, yet it is also something she is trying to remedy… the recluse part. "Whenever you would like to begin on training me, please do let me know. I am eager to begin."

"You're kind, My Lady." Flint seems rather amused by the display. "Usually when someone finds out I'll be training them, joy is about the last emotion I see on their faces. It's a switch." Remark about modesty gets a handwave. "Grantham has little room for many things, vanity least of things we keep. Though death, there is redemption. Even for vanity." Patting his knees, he stands, grabbing his bar mace and hooking it to his belt. "Well, as lovely as your conversation is, Lady Johana, I must be getting back to my duties. Though I will get in touch with you about those lessons."

"I look forward to it, My Lord. Truly." Though Johana is not discouraged by his seeming disinterest, her smile is teasing when she nods in return. "I believe I understand." When he stands, she tilts her head back to look at him. "I had a lovely time speaking with you.. and I should get back as well. Thank you for your time. Have a lovely evening."

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