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Post by zuyuri on May 29, 2017 15:50:48 GMT -5
The country of Greece had been famous for many things. Mythology, food, and a rich history were what many associated with the culture. But one thing that always slipped under the radar was it's coastal beauty. And Gaara wasn't just appreciating the sands made from coral and shell that were almost a pristine white. He brushed his sand crusted hands against his bare chest. He would be needed at the cirque in a moment, but he wanted to see the one ancient nation he hadn't come across in his travels as a boy. Would anyone from the cirque be at this beach, too?
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Post by neverlandlostgirl on May 29, 2017 16:04:35 GMT -5
Suddenly, a shadow came up behind Gaara and blocked out the rays of the sun before speaking.
"Gaara?"
The voice was clearly female but the figure only came around to stand in front of the young man after a few moments. It was Mulan, standing on the white sand and looking down at him, her expression one of mild surprise.
She had left the circus that morning to do a bit of exploring. Never before had she seen as much of the world as she had upon joining the Cirque Mystique and it was all so new to the young Naga. She had already spent the earlier part of the day wandering around the streets, simply taking in the culture and language and architecture that surrounded her, so very different from the village where she had spent her entire life.
She had even paused to sample some of the local cuisine, a little cautious but curious enough to give the strange Greek founds a try. With that done, she had decided to go to the beach, having overheard other circus members stating how beautiful the coasts were and how crystal clear the waters.
She had made her way down to a local spot, thinking she might just sit and enjoy the sun. However, upon setting foot upon the sun-warmed sands, her dark eyes had landed upon a figure sitting close to the surf. And although she had only spoken to him on the briefest of occasions, Mulan had thought she recognized the startlingly red hair.
Now as she stepped in front of the figure, she realized she had been right. It was indeed Gaara.
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Post by zuyuri on May 29, 2017 16:30:36 GMT -5
At this point, only few people addressed Gaara by name. Mozenrath had disappeared, Hotaru was...doing something, and well, those he di deem friends had gone with Facilier on a quest for some antique vase. Point being, he didn't really have any friends. So when someone did call his name, he was, well, surprised.
He inclined his head back, aqua eyes slightly widened. Ut took him a while to register the beautiful woman that had addressed him. The last they spoke, she had been a snake, and only towards the end of their last conversation had turned into the raven-haired, dark-eyed woman now standing before him.
"Mulan..."
He said her name in relief, the surprise still evident but held with...pleasantness.
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Post by neverlandlostgirl on May 29, 2017 23:42:33 GMT -5
Mulan hadn't been certain as she stepped in front of Gaara that he would recognize her. After all, he had only seen her briefly as a human and the rest of the time she had been in her serpent form. However, after a moment of surprise his face changed into a look of recognition and he said her name.
She managed to give her own small smile back at him where he sat on the sand. Given the fact that he was shirtless, she assumed he had come to the beach to go swimming.
"Greetings, Gaara. Or should I say...."
Here she paused for a moment, a slight frown on her face as she tried to fit her mouth around the word she wished to speak.
"Yassou."
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Post by zuyuri on May 30, 2017 0:05:01 GMT -5
"Yassou?" Gaara repeated the word with hesitation. What did that mean? She was having trouble sounding it out herself. Was it a word that Nagas didn't use often? "Forgive me, I'm...not sure what that term means."
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Post by neverlandlostgirl on May 30, 2017 0:15:42 GMT -5
"It is hello in Greek. I have been trying to pick up a little of the language with each new place the circus travels to."
She said this simply enough, although privately she felt somewhat embarrassed and having mispronounced the word so badly. She had been raised speaking Mandarin and had been taught Cantonese. She had also learned how to speak English fairly well, but most other languages she found rather difficult to speak. Nevertheless, she was determined to pick up at least a few useful phrases wherever they traveled to.
"I picked it up from a friendly vendor whom I purchased some dolmathes from earlier this day."
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Post by zuyuri on May 30, 2017 1:38:55 GMT -5
"Ah. In my travels, I never had the luxury of learning Greek. Arabic was the one language I used in most situations. My English came over multiple excursions as well. Took me several years to add it to there," Gaara explained.
Somehow just talking about his life as a nomad had gotten easier. Perhaps because back when he had been invited to join the circus, he had been too wrapped in his own mind, and his own hatred of things he had done in the past. His time being married, and the untimely divorce he had done by his own hands, seemed to have freed him from the strange prison he put himself in. Maturity, some called it. He called it letting go, too.
"The dolmathes are quite good. They remind me of some of the meals I had during my travels. I have never been to the Greek islands."
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Post by neverlandlostgirl on Jun 4, 2017 22:59:58 GMT -5
"Neither have I."
Mulan grew silent after these words and merely stood before Gaara, the sand warm under her feet and the sound of waves crashing against the shore echoing in her ears. It really was a perfect, peaceful day and yet she was uncertain as how to spend it now. She had explored the city, tasted the food, seen some of the culture, but while she had enjoyed it she realized it would have been good to have someone simply to share it with. After a time, the silence between them grew to a point where the young Naga felt she had best say something so as not to appear rude.
"Might I join you?"
She gestured slightly to the patch of sand next to Gaara.
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Post by zuyuri on Jun 5, 2017 1:51:32 GMT -5
The only sound for the longest time was the sound of the waves crashing against the shore. It was like listening to the rumble of a metal drum go in and out. Gaara studied a shell get sucked in by the white foam before it vanished. As it was sucked away, Mulan asked if she could join him. She was pointing to the blank patch of sand close by. He gave his answer with a slow nod. No one had ever wanted to join him, not after what he had done...
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