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Pick a Weapon- Arick and Tilawen X

Sharing of Eyes- Esmeralda and Tilawen X

~ Reflections

Solo - Becoming one with the Firani Clan

There had been little choice in the matter, but it wasn't as if Tilawen opposed to the idea of her becoming apart of the same clan as her father. Some part of it just felt right. Though Tilawen never really had a chance to discuss it with Burrom as he was constantly leaving her alone as he went to collect a bunch of the firani orbs for the young girl. As she seemed utterly hopeless in battling dragons for herself he felt it was his job to gather them for her.

The collection was getting pretty large or at least was decently large and the young girl couldn't help but admire the sheer volume of them in their house. Burrom had declared that she would become one of the firani clan and that was were the conversation had ended. Tilawen hadn't really minded a she didn't know much about the other clans, at least this way it would be familiar to her. Burrom was firani and thus becoming one of the clan suited her just fine.

Though what did that mean? Becoming one of the clan? It didn't mean she was going to suddenly be accepted by the rest of the dovaa's. In fact she wasn't entirely sure how she was going to become of the firani since everyone frowned at her very existence. Still Burrom was ...up to something and him gathering all these orbs meant ..something right? Tilawen was taking care of the house chores when Burrom suddenly burst through the front door throwing the satchel in his hand down to the ground.

"All done. Finally." The large dovaa man grumbled as he reached down tot he fallen bag he had just...thrown and retrieved it sheepishly. Withdrawing from it another small orb that belonged to yet another firani dragon. Tilawen was watching him from the corner of her eyes wondering just was going on and why he seemed to be so relived about getting yet another orb.

"Come here Tilawen." The words were hoarse, it was easy to see the man was tired but there was a sternness..and slight urgency that caused the girl to not question him as she moved quickly in his direction. Looking up at him her glowing green eyes locked onto him causing him to look away.

"Tilawen...there comes a time in every child's life that they need to choose a clan and since your father is of the firani clan so shall you." The way Burrom spoke she wasn't exactly sure what to expect but it wasn't those words. She..was going to become a firani because her father was one? That...made sense, she had already surmised that information earlier. But it came as a shock to find her father saying these things to her.

"I have in your sted collected firani orbs, you have trained diligently under my instruction and thus I believe it is time for you to become one of the firani." The dovaa man looked uncomfortable as he spoke as if all this talk was too formal for him to really feel enjoy saying. As the norm Tilawen said nothing, she wasn't sure how she was suppose to react to this 'news'. Burrom went to stand in front of the young girl taking the one of the orbs in hand as he went to cup her hands around it. This was how he had been initiated...he only hoped it would work for her.

Once her hands were in position he cupped his hands over hers, they were large and calloused from years of training but it was the only hands she knew of and even then they were foreign to her. Taking a breath he gave the young girl a look, staring deep into her strange glowing orbs that were eyes before he spoke again.

"Tilawen Odsa the fire burns within you, will you accept it's warmth and realize its power?"

It was a question the green balls of light flickered in her sockets to indicate her blinking. Right she was suppose to respond, but she couldn't find the words so simply she nodded her head. But what she didn't expect what was going to happen next as her father used the pressure of his hands to squeeze her hands tight against the firani orb clasped in her hands. Any other person may cry out in pain as she was forced to crush the orb with her bare hands, blood mingled with shards of magic and her hands felt like they were hot and on fire.

Chewing on her bottom lip she writhed on the spot at the pain. But the pain would not end there...Burrom had released her hands only to go and grab another orb to repeat the process all over again. The evening waned into night before they were finally done. Every last orb crushed by the girls now very shredded hands. Burrom had done the same rights when his father had done the same for him, granted he didn't realize there was a different method of doing it for girls...

Going to wash her hands the girl finally gave a small cry of pain, though the water washed away all the blood she was...surprised to see her hands...were not cut up in fact they were whole but the pain remained.

"Soak you hands, then apply this salve. The pain will ease...it is a reminder of the responsibility you have wielding the power of fire. Then go to bed. We have a busy morning."

Lost and Found?- Ainsley and Tilawen X

The Kiandri - X

Taking a Sand Filled Walk. [Junjie//Tilawen] X

The start of a sad adventure -

There wasn't really much to say about her travels. After the entire episode with the strange puppet hybrid and receiving a medal of honor the young woman felt the need to...disappear. Perhaps this was just her nature, to be alone. Unlike others she didn't feel the need for companionship. What was the point of it? It only made for disappointment, irritation and a flurry of other emotions she didn't want to deal with.

But even as she readied herself to travel across the worlds she couldn't help but feel herself drawn back to Junjie. A strange emotion binding her to the young male as he was the most consistent thing in her life beyond her abandoning father. She was sure that having any emotions tied to this boy would only lead her to more heart ache and despair, and it was such an emotions she would never let herself experience again.

But they were just too different. He wanted to go save every person he came across whilst she had no such idiotic ambition. How could he just want to save people he didn't know? Didn't he realize that they would probably just stab him in the back later? Growling to herself at being distracted by thoughts of a boy ..(who really wasn't a boy anymore but a man, which rose other emotions in her that she instantly smothered), the young woman gathered her things. There wasn't many of them, in fact she didn't have a hard time gathered the few possessions she owned into a satchel.

Tilawen would need to change her clothes, she wore dresses all her life and that did not do well for her anymore. No she was going to travel and search out her father, and perhaps.....her mother. The idea hadn't really sank in yet, as it made butterflies in her stomach. Burrom never spoke much about her mother, in fact often changing the subject to something else or telling her bluntly to drop the subject. It seemed a futile task, she didn't have even a name to go by, so how was she suppose to find the woman?

Perhaps before she found and killed her father she would get the information out of him. Then she could go and find the woman she had never known and put an end to her too. Then there would be no one left to make her miserable.

As she mused on these things she looked down at her pack, it was not even half full, she would need to get provisions and it was as she pulled tight the drawstring her hands bumped into something. There was a ring to it...and it took her a moment to realize it was the metal peice she had tying a large amount of her hair up. Blinking, she fingered it, a nail touching the cool surface a moment before she went to pull it gently out of her hair. Looking it over, at the beaten metal she frowned and then using her magic heated it up.

Burning away any rust that lay on its surface once done it glowed slightly red, her fingers immune to her magical fire now started to ache at an alarming rate. Though immune to her magic fire, the metal that was heated could still burn her. Betraying no emotion she only gently placed the hair piece down before she finished getting ready to leave.

There was only one stop before she started out on her journey...and that was to Junjie's home.

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