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Toki, his Feuereches flying a bit above him and enjoying the warm air of Eowyn, trotted across the dune sea’s towards home. His long fast flight across the oceans had hurt his muscles more than he was willing to admit. Even after the rest (broken by those pesky Mara’s and their stupid attacks) he wasn’t feeling up to another flight home.
After bidding Imoogi (nice lad) goodbye, he kept up the ground eating pace for a while before a scent on the wind caught is attention. Feline… foreign… The scent of fur was mixed with scale, definitely a feline of some sort though.
Interested, since he knew of no feline in the desert, he trotted off after the scent. After a while he could hear it approaching him… not slinking in the slow soft movements of a predator, but trotting openly. He sat down on top of a dune, wondering if what it would be. He gave a low whistle to call the Feuereches in so it wouldn’t do anything silly.

The creature stopped at the base of the dune Toki sat on and looked up at him. Toki couldn’t see the expression, but if he did he would be a bit worried.

The cat walked up the hill, paws closer to hands scattering sand everywhere as it struggled to walk elegantly but didn’t quite manage it in the shifting sands.

“Greetings divine cousin.” It hissed in draconic. Toki was surprised, it was intelligent! Could speak... not many creatures could do that. But... divine?

“Greetings.” He responded as he brought his head down to where it perched, taking in its scent and trying to figure out what it was. “Why do you call me divine?” The cousin comment must refer to the scales he smelled... perhaps it had draconic ancestry? Or maybe just wanted to be associated with Dragons?

“Because you were born from the dragons long ago. Dragons are the God’s of this world. You are not Dragon... but you are close. You are their descendants. One my people can talk and deal with.”

Toki sat back and up and thought on this. Dragon’s as Gods? What a fascinating idea..
“Even though Khehora kill Dragons?” he thought out loud.

“Oh, that is of course the Demi-Gods merely trying to achieve God status!” Came the purring hoarse voice of the creature. Toki smiled.

“Divine one… are you … blind?” Came the hesitant question. Toki chuckled.

“Yes. Have been for… oh… probably about 160 years now.”

Its ears perked up. That long? Then this one was an elder… living to a great age with such a burden must mean he was worthy of being divine!

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“A place to sleep, food, respect and honor with being attached to your lair,” came the quick response as Firroth rubbed up against Toki’s legs. “I can act as your eyes as needed! Fetch what you require, aid in hunting and gathering of supplies. Create things for you!”

Toki chuckled. “No need for being my eyes. I have several Fae’s back at my Lair who will object should you take their place. Ah.. how do you get along with Arricals?”

“Arricals?” The giogimar gave him an odd look. “I’ve never met one... I came from Ayr, snuck over here aboard a ship….”

“I have one that acts as a guard. Found him as a cub and raised him… Hopefully you can all get along.” He said as he stretched and stood up. “My lair is a good day’s flying from here… I wil be walking till my muscles stop complaining, is this fine with you?”

“… Arrical’s guarding, Fae Dragons, the little cousins? Most impressive! I can see you are indeed a worthy Wise one! And I can get along with them purrefrectly fine. More time for my crafting!” It muttered happily to itself before the last bit of Toki’s question hit him.

“You are not hurt are you Wise One?”

“Oh no! Just tired. I flew across the ocean too fast and pulled a few muscles. Getting old means you can’t do punish your body and be fine the next day.” He sighed and flipped his wings onto his back after stretching them.

“If you are tired, you may ride on my back, the weight won’t be an issue.”

“Oh thank you! It is difficult to walk in the sand… plus the heat is… not what I’m used too.”

“The desert is hot... but then you are furred.. Hide beneath my wing and talk to me. Tell me of your people, yourself…”

Setting off with the giogimar perched beneath the shade of his wings, Feuereches flying high above on thermals, Toki set off to a lively conversation.

They took their time, Toki teaching the giogimar about the desert, where to find water, food, shelter while he learned of this new creature and its new magic and its talents.
They met some hunters from his clan on the second day; happy to see their shaman back, and a Giogimar (which some of them had heard of) who could craft was just an added bonus!

They chatted as they escorted him back, catching up on gossip, a little amused at Toki’s muscle pains and growing collection of animals. Some were already asking about what types of jewelry could be made. With all the Mara killed in the past few weeks, there was a lot of extra rock, metal, and some pretty stones!

Toki gave permission (though privately he didn’t think that Firroth needed to ask it) for the Giogimar to accept commissions from other’s in the tribe.