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 Posted: Mon Aug 12, 2013 9:47 am
The StandsMETASathe joins her big sister, Aminah, at the fairgrounds and finds plenty of pretty things in the stalls; but ends up with bad news that has her in tears.
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Posted: Mon Sep 23, 2013 12:09 pm
New Places, New FacesSathe & ImeSathe went to Sauti with her Big Sister and ended up meeting a lovely new friend.
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Posted: Fri Sep 27, 2013 2:31 pm
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Posted: Tue Oct 15, 2013 12:24 pm
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Posted: Tue Dec 10, 2013 9:14 am
Snowball FightWinter EventZena was cold, but Sathe met new people and played in the snow.
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Posted: Thu Jan 23, 2014 2:34 pm
Plan B
Class Affinity Solo Sathe sighed in frustration, her fingers hurting deep down to their bones. It took a lot to put her in a bad mood, but this one was taking the cake. She squirmed in her spot, wanting nothing more than to jump out of her skin and be someone else. Someone who could do magic. She huffed and puffed some hair out of her face and looked down at Aminah’s old staff in her hands. It was practically useless the way she was going. She couldn’t even conjure a puff of air.
She sunk to the floor and leaned her head on her arm. She tapped the staff on the ground, letting her frustrations out on the dry sand under her body before letting go of the staff altogether and letting it settle in. She watched the sun bounce and shine off of the staff’s crystal before rolling onto her back and sighing heavily. The sun was warm. It felt nice on her skin. She closed her eyes and let herself fall into her thoughts. What was she going to do? She obviously couldn’t be a mage not matter how much she wanted it. She just didn’t have the affinity for elemental magic. She frowned, her eyes still closed. All her life so far all she had wanted to do was be like her sister. Aminah was a wonderful person, who was caring, smart, pretty, and good at magic. Her magic helped her help people. She made a whole garden with her magic to help keep it going so she could give the people in Yera food. Sathe grumbled in frustration. She hadn’t been in a mood this bad since the time her parents had told her she couldn’t go to Zena with Aminah as a youngling.
She picked the staff up from the ground and half carried, half dragged it back towards the town. What was she supposed to do now? She hadn’t really thought of a plan B, she had no other option that she wanted to pursue than magic. She put a palm to her head and let her shoulders slump. Now she had no idea. As if it wasn’t bad enough that she wasn’t any good at helping Aminah with her garden – she somehow managed to kill everything she touched for more than five seconds – she now couldn’t do magic. Shouldn’t it be genetic or something? She didn’t really know much about how magic originated, but it made sense to her that if her sister could do it, she should be able to also, right? She lifted the staff and tucked it into her belt. No use stewing for too long, it would just make her bad around others. She had other things she needed to do today besides sulking and crying over her useless future as a mage.
She had reached the town already, the walk seeming much shorter on the way back. Others were out doing their normal routines, fetching water, cooking meals, cleaning clothes. Sathe would have to get used to that as well. She was old enough now that she would need to help out around the house. She was looking toward the sky, lost in thought over other things now than just the woe of her future profession, when she heard a thud in front of her. And then the crying. A little youngling had fallen to the floor after tripping over an exposed root. He couldn’t have been more than three, just barely getting the hang of using their feet and he looked like he was in pain. The wailing was something that Sathe couldn’t stand hearing, and she rushed to the little boy. ”Shhh shhh don’t cry now. It’s alright. Are you hurt? Where did you fall?” The little boy continued to wail and rolled over onto his back. Sathe held a hand out to the boy, wanting to hold him and rock him until he stopped. But she could see that he had a bruise around his ankle already where he had hit the root, and scratches on his palms from where he fell. Sathe tried to sooth the boy while she brought him up from the floor and into his lap. ”Come now. We’re going to get you fixed up, let’s wash off those hands.” Sathe held the boy to her, his crying turned to sniffles and a runny nose. He tried to put his dirty hand in his mouth to suck his thumb, but Sathe gently pushed it away. He needed to get the sand flecks and pebbles out of his hands before he could do that. This caused him to just start crying again, it looked like he thought Sathe was being mean now. Sathe frowned and moved faster toward the water barrels in town.
She sat the boy down on a bench and used a cloth to wash the boy’s hands off. Then, rinsing the cloth, wiped the snot off of his face. ”There now, is that better?” The little boy sniffed and popped his thumb in his mouth. ”Now let’s take a look at that leg, huh?” Sathe used the cloth to get the dirt off of his legs before settling in to look at the bruise. She touched it gently and the boy cried out. It could be sprained. That wasn’t good. Sathe put her palm around the ankle, trying to see the extent of the tenderness. But as her palm wrapped around the ankle she could feel it getting warm. Much warmer than was normal. Worried and shocked, she lifted her hand; but there was no bruise there anymore. She touched the ankle gingerly, but the boy didn’t complain at all. ”…Does your ankle still hurt, Little One?” She asked the boy. He shook his head from side to side with a bounce, like he was feeling all better. ”Nuuh.”
Sathe’s brows furrowed. She looked to the staff still strung around her belt and touched the orb. It was warm to the touch. Her face lit up; she was putting the pieces together slowly and was ecstatic. She could do magic! She knew it! She lifted the boy up into the air and hugged him tight. He wasn’t quite sure what brought this on, but he laughed anyways, cuddling up to Sathe. He didn’t know what she had done, but he knew that he felt better. When Sathe released the boy he ran off to whatever it was he was doing before, and Sathe went back to walking home, a new bounce in her step.
(Word Count: 1,093)
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Posted: Wed Mar 12, 2014 2:31 pm
Hired HelpSathe & GaddokSathe finds someone to help her with a trip to Jauhar.
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Posted: Fri Apr 11, 2014 11:37 am
InvasionMETASathe is stuck worrying from the sidelines while her sister and Gaddok (and the rest of Tendaji) fight the war and she tends to the wounded.
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Posted: Fri May 23, 2014 11:45 am
Mud, Muck, and Spitorogs Sathe sprinted down the hill, into the dim darkness of the glowing orbs that sprinkled themselves throughout Jauhar’s forests. She felt energetic, nearly lighter than air. Her bare feet landed lightly on the ground, the dirt picking up as she went. Jauhar was soggier than Tale. It was always wet in the air and in the ground, and it left a wonderful smell in the whole place. Sathe stopped abruptly at the bottom of the hill and inhaled deeply. The sun was high overhead already, but Sathe was ready for the trip ahead of her. She had planned this – although rather poorly – for a week already and was waiting to be in the Jauhar mud again. She looked at the little sack at her side. She had only packed for a night, but that would be all she needed.
The last time she was in Jauhar she had found one of the best spots she knew of for clay. It happened to be the spot that she had taken Gaddok to, but she hadn’t realized until she used the clay back in Tale just how rich it really was. And that was after the clay had been partially baked out from the heat of Tale. She could only imagine how much better the clay would be fresh and damp and in its element. She skipped forward, jumping over roots and logs and pushing brazenly through hanging leaves. She didn’t feel like she should have anything to fear here. It was her place to get away and enjoy the mud. And before long she could hear the rush and clamor of the spring and waterfall that she was heading towards. The spring was shallow, and the bank was perfectly absorbing water and turning the earth into plastic, durable, pure clay. Any large pieces of sediment were dropped off further up the current, while the fine, fine clay bits were left behind to collect down on the banks.
Sathe took the last excited steps forward and came out on the other side of the brush with the bank in front of her and her feet sinking into the soft clay of the spring’s edge. With a sigh of contentment, she lifted the bag with her change of clothes off of her shoulder and hung it from a low lying branch nearby. She pushed her feet through the clay and splashed into the warm water, soaking her knees and feet. Refreshing. She pulled some water up to her face and washed the sweat from the heat away before walking down the stream and away from the small waterfall. She should be able to find a good hunk of clay somewhere along here.
She had barely made a dent in scoping out decent clay when she felt the first drops of rain. The way that they trickled through the thick canopy of leaves left them falling in large heavy drops from above. Sathe looked up and left another land on her face with a splash. She laughed in excitement and watched the drizzle turn into a downpour and let herself get soaked through. No doubt her change of clothes would be soaked as well, but who was she to control the weather?
She heard a croaking noise near her foot and looked down to find a single spitorog. "Hello there! Come to play in the rain with me?" She crouched down and let herself fall into the mud, soaking through her clothes and making her feel slimy. She laughed and the spitorog blinked unevenly before croaking again. It hopped once, closer to Sathe and she held out a finger to poke it. It inflated and stared wide eyed at her and she could help but chuckle.
She looked up from the spitorog to see one of the strangest things she had ever laid eyes on. Dozens of spitorog had come out of wherever they were hiding and croaked and hopped and stared into what seemed like nothing. Her laughing intensified and she rolled over in the mud, attempting a mud angel.
The rain in Jauhar was lovely, and she had the pleasure of sharing it with these spitorogs. They croaked and hopped and inched closer to Sathe, rolling over themselves and forming a mount around and over Sathe. Silly things. She giggled and just rolled over, spilling the spitorogs off of her before they just hopped on again, like it was a game.
It wasn't long before Sathe spent the rest of the day and the rain rolling across the bank and splashing in the mud with her new friends. She didn't even care that by the end of it she didn't have any more time for work. The rain had passed and with it the spitorogs had left and Sathe was left to wash herself in the stream and head home, enjoying a wonderful afternoon with her strange companions.
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Posted: Tue Nov 18, 2014 8:31 pm
Start of a New World Sathe spent most of the days with a smile on her face now that the war was over. New lands were open for traveling, places the people of Tendaji had never even heard of! It was crazy the things that they didn't know, and now it was all open to them. But there were other things that felt like celebrating to her too.
She hadn't been allowed to head off for the final battle, but now that it was over it was probably for the best. Aminah had stayed behind also, trying to tend to her garden, get over her terrifying experience with those creatures, and help out around the village as best as she could, and Sathe tried to join her. Her parents had been adamant about her staying, they had even considered leaving Yera and heading further east to safety, but Sathe wouldn't let them take her with them so eventually they gave up. She was waiting for someone. She didn't expect for him to just show up at her doorstep, but maybe a letter? Some way to know that he was alright. She had expected something sooner, it had been months since she had seen his face in Tale all that time ago, and when she didn't hear from him she tried to just keep her hopes up and keep waiting.
Now that the fighting was over, she knew that if he were to travel back to Sauti, or anywhere east of here for that matter, he would have to go through Yera first, and that gave her hope. She knew deep down that he would have been fighting in the war, and it was only a matter of time before she would see him again. Her heart beat faster at the thought and she felt giddy. She couldn't wait to see Gaddok.
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Posted: Thu Dec 18, 2014 8:30 am
Snowball FightSathe & GroupSathe goes with her sister once more to Zena for the snowball fight.
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Posted: Thu Jan 08, 2015 11:44 am
Class QuestHealerThe village is sick and Sathe needs to learn to use fire magic to help cure them.
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Posted: Tue Mar 10, 2015 8:45 am
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Posted: Tue Mar 10, 2015 11:52 am
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Posted: Tue Jun 23, 2015 11:05 am
Rising StormMeta[Finished]
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