|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
 Posted: Tue Nov 21, 2017 12:08 pm
[8/10]
"I have theories on that." Mnyiri tucked her legs underneath herself so that she could rise up on her knees, giving her the vantage needed to reach for a specific book. "See, this one talks about a specific mystic that was old when my grandmother was girl. They didn't have much more information then than we do now." She flipped through the pages for the specific text, and showed it to Vermina.
"I hate to admit it, but I honestly think that this is it. We keep digging and digging, hoping for some kind of answer but I don't think our ancestors actually left us with one. My theory is that they didn't have anymore information the Dretch than we do." Which meant they were severely screwed.
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Nov 21, 2017 12:37 pm
Vermina felt her stomach sink a little. It wasn't that the information was hidden too deep... It's that the information wasn't there to find. Mina shook her head. "There.. there has to be something," she urged, voice rising desperately. "We survived them once before! Something sent them away back then! Even just a hint somewhere-!" Taking a deep breath, she sighed and shook her head again. "My apologies. I do not mean to get so worked up... sister," This one seemed to be truly intent on helping and being productive. Perhaps hybrids could be adjusted to yet.
"My name is Vermina," she said suddenly, dropped her face back down to the book in hand. So far, she only knew the other woman as 'the hybrid,' so at least a small introduction was in order...
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Nov 24, 2017 11:13 am
[9/10]
"It's very possible that whoever pushed them back before died in the process. If they sacrificed themselves for others then there's no way we would know what really happened." It was beyond frustrating, but Mnyiri had to admit when she was beat. She had searched through every scrap of information she could get her hands on, but nothing had yielded anything worth taking to the matron.
"Go home and rest, Vermina. Even if you did manage to find something now you'd skip over it, as worked up as you are." Mnyiri didn't want to tell the girl again that they were likely wasting their time now; better to just leave things as they were. "It's what I'm planning on doing." Carefully, she rolled the scroll back and sat it to the side. With an audible groan, Mnyiri pushed herself up onto her feet, instantly regretting it the moment her bones started aching. She had to remember not to sit for so long.
"If you do find anything come to me. My name's Mnyiri; I'm not hard to find."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Nov 24, 2017 8:14 pm
Vermina winced slightly at the suggestion. A long ago sacrifice that only provided a false peace... "If that is the case, the names of those lost should still have been honored by some mention," she murmured, suddenly wondering about the exiles of today. Many of the extremists had given their lives or livelihoods in the war. Misguided or not.. was there some way they would be remembered?
Mina couldn't help her cheeks heating slightly. Being reprimanded by a hybrid... but the woman was right. She was better than this; getting worked up wasn't like her! Folding the book closed reluctantly, the prentice sighed with a nod. It didn't feel like she had been at it long, but a glance outside told her otherwise. Licking her lips as her stomach made its hunger known, she turned back to the hybrid and gave a small nod. "Mnyiri.. thank you." Rubbing at her eyes, she turned to head home.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Nov 29, 2017 3:23 pm
Mnyiri paused, just catching the tail end of the teens murmurings. Perhaps they were. She wouldn't say it out loud, since Vermina really could benefit from some rest, but it was enough to make her think. Perhaps there was some descendants still residing on Chibale that had some sort of story about a grandmother who fought the Dretch....It was a long shot, one likely to end without results, but it was worth a try.
She watched the teenager leave with weary eyes. It was impressive, to see someone in the younger generations thinking outside the box. In some aspects, anyway. Vermina was still very much a result of the traditionalist lifestyle, but Mnyiri had to wonder how long she would stay that way. Age could change a person; herself included. When she was younger she never would have been able to stay in one spot for too long and now...now her body ached from it.
I need sleep.
Rubbing her exhausted eyes, Mnyiri turned and went in search of a corner she could curl up in for a quick nap.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
