07.05.3013: Photography And Geology
Summary: Ellinor and Nikomachos chat briefly with Demos.
Date: 05 July 2013
Related: None
Demos Nikomachos Ellinor 


Gardens of Erkwin, Landing
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.

05 July, 3013

A warm day has nestled itself over the Landing, opening the scents within the garden to make for a joyful experience. While most who make it here are probably satiated enjoying the flowers themselves, or bypassing on their between the tourney grounds and the esplanade. Between all of this, Demos has found his way here and decides instead to take vantage to look out towards the water's edge, where in lies the Stadium itself. Somewhere between the flags the roof and the water. As if taking it all in, the bulb, the water, the Esplanade. After observing a moment, he makes a quiet mumble to himself as if adjusting some calculation that is floating about his mind. Then, that done, he looks about as if remembering the immediate area, seeing who might have passed by or is nearing his location.

Nikomachos is strolling with Ellinor along the path of flags, in the general direction of the stadium. His right hand crosses his body to touch the hand looped around his left arm, stilling his words as he points up toward where a flag has turned in on itself. "Look up there, see how it twists, the colors curled together…" And his hand drops to a hidden exterior pocket on his jerkin, pulling out a slim-line digital camera and bringing it up in one hand to snap several picture of the curl. He starts to step back to widen the angle of the shot, then realizes he is closing in on an occupied bench, halting his retreat and looking over his shoulder to bow his head slightly, "My apologies. I didn't mean to intrude."

With a good nature and patience, Ellinor does not interrupt the shutterbug from his obsession with shapes, colors, and interesting angles. She breathes out a soft sigh, though it is accented by a relaxed smile. She gives him the space to take a picture of the flag, and then her eyes drop to Demos. She brightens just a bit, her eyes laced with her own apology. "Nevermind him… he can't help himself."

Turning to look, Demos inclines his head into a bow, "My Lord and Lady, there is no need for the like." He comes up with a smile on his face, "I was simply enjoying the fresh air as I imagine many of us are that have the present liberty to …" A pause, he would come full circle in concluding with the words he began the sentiment on. A humble smile crosses his lips then and he looks at the camera, "Imagary for the sack of art, or rememberance of the day … I merely ask for it if is the latter I would be willing to capture the moment for you both." As in, get them both in the same shot.

Nikomachos turns the camera up toward Ellinor as she sighs, sort of aiming it from the hip, and clicks off several more shots, laughter bubbling up in his throat as he does. He sobers enough to respond to Demos, however, even as the smile still graces his lips. "Sir and Sir, my good man." He gestures to his companion, and then himself, "Sir Ellinor Sauveur, and Sir Nikomachos Cindravale." Which makes them Lord and Lady too, of course, but also emphasizes their status as warriors — even if he at least doesn't exactly look it. "For the sake of art, mostly. But thank you." Turning fully toward the other man, he offers out the camera, extending his other arm for Ellinor to step close.

Ellinor starts to laugh — warm and gentle as a summer's breeze. She shakes her head a bit as she allows herself to step forward at Nikomachos's encouragement. There is a hint of affection in her eyes as she loops her arm around his waist, looking up at him for a long moment before she smiles toward Demos. "What is it you are working on here, Mister…?" And she leaves the question hanging there so that he may too introduce himself.

"Sir Ellinor and Sir Nikomachos," replies the man, taking the camera while commiting the names to the faces in his mind. His hands point some, suggesting a little movement, turning to capture the light, some shadow play, as well as the wind. "Mr. Demos Osteros … but a humble scholar taking a moment to enjoy the day while awaiting a friend to return a post." Then he takes the shot when things seem lined up, throwing in a couple for good measure. As he moves to return the camera, "I suppose more than a post, I had scent some geological samples to him recently on a suspicion and I am hopefully awaiting the answers. Too much anticipation, I fear, my hunch might be suspect now."

Nikomachos smiles easily at Ellinor's laughter, pulling her close with the arm around her shoulder. He keeps his head tilted slightly toward her, showing the left side of his face to the camera, then nods his head and steps forward to take the camera back, "Well thank you, Mister Osteros." He turns the camera around, thumbing through the shots, "We have very few pictures together from further away than arm's length." Evidently satisfied with the pictures, the camera is tucked away once more, and one eyebrow lifts at the scholar's words, "A hunch about geology? Now I have to admit I'm curious. I didn't know that there were all that many more hunches to play out in that subject."

There is a genuine lightness on Ellinor's features as she poses for the picture, turning her head slightly toward his. Then she gives his cheek a soft press of her lips before she releases him from her embrace so that she can more easily regard Demos with those green eyes. "Hunches?" She asks, perhaps a bit confused. "What sort of hunch do you have, Mister Osteros?" She asks, politely using his name.

Speaking with his hands a moment, Demos turns points in agreement at Nickomachos. "Ah, I would concur, of the great mysteries of geology, they are either unfathomable or already understood." His palm turns up as if, opening the mysterious world of geology with his fingers. "And yet, the very walk we walk about still holds mysteries. We've not enough persons and drones to know fully the worlds in which we walk." As if that explains it, then he reaches for a pocket, "I have come across stonework from a merchant on the Ring, sold as presumably agate." He procures the piece, rather lovely, other than the part where he broke it in half and sent that chip off to his friend for analysis. "However, in this stone are tiny pockets, they seem as flaws. I presume, however, they could lead to plasma trapped in the crust. It could well be there is figurative buried gold we may find a use for, all things considered."

Nikomachos reaches up to his cheek in the wake of the kiss with what has already become instinct, making sure that none of that vibrant lipstick has remained on his cheek. He tilts his head slightly as he listens to the explanation, although as his brows draw down more tightly, a bemused smile touches his lips. By the end of the explanation, he chuckles softly, "You lost me after 'tiny pockets,' I'm afraid, Mister Osteros. I can see your interest, however, and it seems likely that if it is that interesting to a scholar, it could be very useful — or at least interesting. To your point of not knowing the world we walk on, I think that is actually a rather fascinating thought. There are certainly parts of the Plains of Ares who are not likely to have felt the tread of human foot…"

Ellinor does arch her brows in earnest interest, but before she can go much further than expressing that, she hears her comm go off. She breathes out an impatient sigh as she activates her wristlet, bringing forth a text-based message from the Citadel. She looks over at Nikomachos. "I'm needed at the Citadel." She frowns a bit before she looks at Demos. "Good luck with your… rocks, Mister Osteros." She offers a genuine grin.

"The pleasure was mine Sir Ellinor," responds Demos, turning back towards Nikomachos. "An even more resounding intrigue, that which we haven't seen, is it not? Is it that we are called to set foot there, or that we make it our goal. Either of which concludes the same, that some day someone will find those as of yet unseen places that no one has seen before. More interesting than rock, I might speculate, given the mood." The rock he took out doesn't go away, but rather he thumbs it idly in that thought.

Nikomachos shrugs his shoulders broadly at Demos' words, "I think that depends on the person, Mister Osteros. Granted I would undoubtedly find unexplored spaces more interesting than rocks, I have a feeling that a geologist might now." He nods over to Ellinor then, "Which means I can poke around enough to see if Father has gotten approval to actually do something." He offers out his arm to the Sauveur again, "Lead on…" looking back to Demos, he puts in, "Indeed. Do enjoy investigating your hunch." And then he's headed off with Ellinor, back in the direction of the Citadel.

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