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 Posted: Mon Sep 05, 2016 8:11 am
"What... Didn't your mother stay with you? How come you had to come here?" Before he could stop himself he softly questioned her. Ultimately, as is law within the Buhawi, it didn't not matter. She had a request of him, and was going to fulfill it. There were more important questions to ask here than why, he should have known that.
"What are their names? Where were they last seen? I can have my people try to find some information... And if we do find them, what would you like me to tell them?" It couldn't just be him asking around all willy nilly. Clearly the girl wanted to keep this a secret with how she seemed to constantly look about her. Was her father really that bad of a man...?
Of course he was. He was older Oban trash. The younger generation was always nice, from what he had learned. They grew up knowing the Matori as kind and gentle folk. But not the old ones. They were ex-slavers and masters who still saw the Matori as nothing more than free labor that they got cheated out of.
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Posted: Mon Sep 05, 2016 7:49 pm
Aaricia felt the emotions well up again as the questions hit her. Her hands clenched together, squeezing the little purse. She had to be quick.. "My home is in Zena. It's a small village west of Zidel about an hour's walk. My mother's name is Izchora. She's a seamstress. My friend is Frik. A little older than me. Both are Zenans." What should she say..? Letting out a long breath, she relaxed her hold on the purse and shook her head, resigning herself to her decision before speaking. "If you find them.. I don't want you to tell them anything. I can't have them coming here." Eyes lifting, she reached out to gently touch the other's hand. "Please, Xewai.. I just want to know that they're both okay."
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Posted: Tue Sep 06, 2016 7:21 am
Although Xewai had a memory would never forget a single detail, in cases like these where the names of places were unfamiliar he would find himself writing everything down. And that's what he did. From a pouch on his hip he pulled out a scrap piece of paper and a small charcoal pencil and began to write.
Zena, ~hour West of Zidel
Izhora - seamstress, Zenan
Frik - ~teen, Zenan
Status
Say nothing
He quickly put the note back into his pouch and smiled at the girl again, shifting his hands around to grip both of hers in his own, bringing them up to kiss her knuckles. How sad she was! How pained she looked... The young Matorian wouldn't let this continue.
"The Buhawi will find them, Miss Aaricia. It may take some time, but we will find them. Failure is not an option for us, just like in the days of old... And when we do find them, and have a report to give you, where might we find you again?" Xewai paused, considering if the next part he wished to say would be appropriate. Regardless, he would say it anyway.
"I do not wish to see you crying and alone again... Would it be alright if I came to visit you from time to time? We could be friends! I can show you the many great things that can come from this arid land, and maybe even one day show you my home and it's glistening shores! It may not be the same as your home, but... There's a different sort of happiness that can be found around here, if you'd like to see it."
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Posted: Tue Sep 06, 2016 1:28 pm
Watching the little pencil copy down her words, Aaricia felt a little lighter than she had in quite a while. Yes, she figured it would take time... but an answer would be coming. An answer had to come. 'Please. Let the answers be good...' She wasn't sure what she would do if she got bad news in return.
To find her again? Oh, how silly of her! With another peek over her shoulder, she chewed her lip again, her grip in Xewai's hands tightening. How should she tell him to deliver the news? It would have to be in secret... Xewai's offers made her head snap back around with surprise, eyes wide. Slowly, the shock turned into joy. "I would love to have you as a friend. You.. you can't come to where I live, though. My father.. would not take it well." Pressing her lips in thought, she brightened up suddenly. "There's a small garden near where I live. It's not much, but some of those able to afford the extra care keep it as tended to as they can. I visit it quite regularly. We could meet there." Telling him the necessary information, she flinched when a deep voice called her name. Her father's meeting was done...
Giving Xewai's hands a final squeeze, she started putting her project into her bag. "I can't thank you enough, Xewai," she said softly. "I do hope we meet again. ..May the gods watch over you."
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Posted: Tue Sep 06, 2016 1:47 pm
Xewai vaguely remembered a small garden that was often a meetup place back in the day for whispers in rumors... In fact, he used to sit there pretty often, just listening, hoping to get information about the those who needed the Buhawi... Yes.. He could meet her there, for sure.
"I would love to meet you again. Maybe then I'll have a gift for you. I make pretty good rock candy, if you'd like some. Flavored like the sweetest of fruits! Maybe then you could keep some and eat it when you're feeling sad. I know for SURE it brings a smile to my face!" The final squeeze of his hands was greeted with a small kiss to Aaricia's forehead. He knew the value of those little touches, and he was always willing to give them.
"No need to thank me, Miss Aaricia. I've hardly done a thing. I'm sure we'll see each other again real soon. And may Ubelia'ae hear your prayers and guide you." He finally broke himself away from the young lady and gave one last smile and wave before dashing away back to wherever he was originally headed. The Buhawi would need this information right away. He wouldn't let her down, no matter what!
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