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 Posted: Fri Jul 29, 2011 6:17 pm
  Setting Bataar's home, he made her a promise. One that she is not letting him forget!
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Posted: Fri Jul 29, 2011 6:19 pm
She held her rod close to her, feeling butterflies start to flutter in her stomach. It was a feeling she had not had in a long time, it made her feel young again. She had the same sparkle in her eyes which existed the first day she started the Academy. He had run away so fast that day she did not even have time to arrange with him a meeting and for a while she did not know where to find him. However when she asked her spirits to play the role of spies she soon got her information.
Bataar's tent was different to any house she had ever seen before. When it came into view she cocked her head, a little bit confused at first but as soon as she thought about who the occupant was she realised that it made perfect sense. It suited him and the lifestyle he seemed to live. She wondered over, wondering how she could knock. "Hello? Anyone home?" She asked as she began to circle it looking for a entrance of sorts. For all she knew he might not even be at home... but she hoped he was.
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Posted: Fri Jul 29, 2011 6:29 pm
Her stupid son had been moaning all morning about how she was absolutely ruining his yurt, but she hardly cared. If he wanted to claim her as his mother he ought to keep a nicer living space, in Odval's opinion. He was, after all, making all Mongolians look like monsters with this yurt. She had just hung the last animal skin he'd been using as a blanket out to dry and was fixing to go inside and yank him out to run errands when she heard a voice.
Odval circled around, hands on her impressive hips and surveyed the girl that had come along. Mongolian, by the looks of it, but her legs certainly would not do. They looked weak, like sticks! A Mongolian woman ought to have powerful legs, in the shaman's opinion. "Why have you come?" the woman questioned, blinking her green eyes which were identical to those of Bataar. He'd mentioned another Mongolian, but she hadn't listened much further than that seeing as her son tended to have a few very far-fetched stories. Odval simply hadn't thought that they were really worth her time, but here was the girl she'd been told about-- a soul conduit, she supposed, by the look of her aura.
She thought it might be better if she didn't bring her idiot son into this just now-- let him whine and sulk all he likes about the fact that his tent now smells more like flowers than rats! Odval would deal with this one herself.
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Posted: Fri Jul 29, 2011 6:43 pm
"I am Sara, I met your son not too long ago and he told me about you." She explained suddenly going in to a very low bow, her teal strands falling her her shoulders and her heart pounding in her throat. "I am sorry for disturbing you, its just. There are so many things I want to ask you, I want to learn from you. I was wondering, if you would help me." She stated, Sara had always wanted to learn about her people, learn about others who were like her. She closed her eyes, the moment seeming to linger as she waited for the women to talk. She silently preyed that she would be understanding.
That she would give her a chance.
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Posted: Fri Jul 29, 2011 6:55 pm
Odval's one eye remained concentrated upon Sara and she nodded in confirmation. "Yes, I am Bataar's mother, Odval, and I was shaman of the Jaoret clan which fell apart with the coming of the war." she intoned, hands still upon her hips as she surveyed the girl. The truth was, she was just visiting her son to make sure he was behaving, but this could certainly take up some of her time as well.
The buxom woman nodded once again, in agreement. "I suppose I could give you an hour or two of my time, but you must be prepared to suffer for what you want." she murmured, a steely glint in her eye. She did not take training soul conduits likely, and first she would have to see if this girl was even worth her time. Odval was, after all, a very busy sort of woman but she was not about to agree to this without great sacrifice upon the part of her new student.
"Come, let's see what you can do."
She doubted Sarangerel was aware that she was about to be worked within an inch of her life, or that Odval refused to tolerate tears and expressions of pain. In short, she was probably about to experience a sort of hell-on-earth, orchestrated by the shaman. In Odval's opinion, that was how things worked.
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Posted: Fri Jul 29, 2011 7:09 pm
Though the light eyed girl felt her heart lift as Odval said that she would give her some of her time, but like a roller-coaster it sank when she talked about sacrifice. She did not know what she meant but it did not sound all too pleasant. Sara looked at her and then took in a deep breath, she wanted to do this - that much she knew but what would she willing to do? How far would she be willing to go to get what she wanted? She did not know what lied ahead but something deep down told her that in the end it would be worth it. 'Fear cuts deeper than any sword.' she heard her spirit guide whisper to her. Shinto was always watching over her and his voice gave her strength.
"I will not disappoint you Odval. I might not look like much but... I have a lot of heart. I will do whatever you ask of me." She stated as she stepped forward, it was true she had no idea what she just agreed to. Yet for now, she went into it with out letting her fear of the unknown control her.
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Posted: Fri Jul 29, 2011 7:18 pm
At the end of the day, "heart" was probably not the best weapon to have. Odval wandered slowly past Bataar's yurt, poking at the walls with a fairly sharp stick merely to wake up her lazy son before she departed, which she did soon after she heard a yelp of pain. It was refreshing to teach, although she doubted she'd left Sarangerel in a very good state. In fact, she might be dealing with a powerful sort of possession for all Odval knew-- the woman simply didn't care. That student was going to have to deal with these things someday. She'd let her son deal with it.
Bataar, meanwhile, was trying to figure out why he'd been poked through his tent with a stick, and had resolved not to sleep so close to the edges. He crawled out and stretched, a mighty yawn escaping his lips as he glanced around the clearing groggily. "Momma?" he asked, but she was already gone. Confused, he sat down on the ground and ran his massive hands through his hair, sleep clinging to him.
Normally Bat would've gone back into his yurt, but something here just wasn't right. He felt a chill ripple down his spine and glanced around, unsettled. "Is anyone there?"
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Posted: Fri Jul 29, 2011 7:27 pm
'let me in'
A voice echoed into the deepest corners of her mind, she shook her head and then rolled over, trashing around back and forth. As if she could shake it out however it did not help, it just made her dizzier so instead she decided to lay as still as she could. At this moment in time she honestly thought she was dying. "Leave me alone..." She begged, tears starting to run down her face, maybe it was a good thing she was dying she could not take this for much longer.
The night was quiet, black and still. until it was disturbed by a loud and painful scream. Sara laid still on the dirt floor, her eyes slowly shutting and her vision failing her.
'let me in'
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Posted: Fri Jul 29, 2011 7:37 pm
From just outside the clearing Bataar heard a voice-- one that he couldn't quite place at first. He paused, barely allowing a breath to escape his lips and then heard it once more. He knew who that was, didn't he? He'd most certainly heard it before. Just not... so cheerless. "Sara?" he asked, as it hit him. What the hell was the student doing out beneath the trees?
Bat stood, feeling a bit clammy, and advanced towards where he'd heard her voice. Sure enough, there she was, curled up on the forest floor. "Hey-- what are you doing here?" he asked, crouching down and placing a hand upon her small shoulder as he bit his lip. This was one of the more unusual situations he'd ever come across, and it took him a while to figure out the cause of it. And then, from out of nowhere, it came to him.
Odval.
The Mongol paled considerably, recalling a few of Odval's apprentices from when he'd been younger. The majority of them had given up, which he was sure was due to his mother's harsh reputation. "What's wrong?" he inquired, a hint of nervousness creeping into his voice as he surveyed the girl on the ground. If his mother was involved with this, it couldn't be good.
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Posted: Fri Jul 29, 2011 7:50 pm
Yet the tears kept falling silently down her soft cheeks. "Bataar it hurts so much. I can't take it, I was not strong enough. I failed her test... It going to kill me." She stuttered, she was so scared. She did not want to die but she sure as hell did not want to linger like this. Shinto could not even reach her and she would have given anything to hear his voice, he would have known what to do. He always knew what to do. 'let me in.' She heard it again, however this time it was more violent and she felt a shock run down her making her scream again. She was fighting so hard but she knew she could not win.
"Please... kill me, before it does. Please Hero." She begged him to make it stop, she did not want to hurt anymore. Though before he could do anything, she exhaled and her eyes went paler than they were, emotionless, still and open. She looked like a corpse and anyone would have mistaken her from one, however she was just asleep and something more deadly was about to awaken.
She had lost. She had let him in.
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Posted: Sat Jul 30, 2011 7:40 am
Bataar stared down at Sarangerel, his brow furrowed. He was confused, to say the least, but he was fairly certain that he at least knew who was responsible for this. Did his mother know she'd left her newest pupil in this state? Beyond that, she'd left Bat to deal with it and he really didn't know what to do. He'd never touched anything akin to magic, never spoken to a spirit. He was, quite simply, confused.
"What?" the Mongol asked, swallowing and glancing around as if in an appeal for help. For one, he really didn't know how to deal with a crying girl and beyond that, well, clearly this was no ordinary crying girl he was dealing with. There was something wrong with her-- even he could tell that much. And even though she looked frail, he was beginning to feel terribly tempted to run away. Something here was most certainly not right and Bat had no idea how to diagnose the situation.
Well, this was a predicament. "Wh-what? I'm not killing you." he replied, retreating a bit. Maybe she'd be alright in the morning?
Maybe it was just that time of month?
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