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 Posted: Sun Jun 21, 2015 11:07 am
Earth Sense
Mastery Solo
849 Words
Soldul was a beautiful place, of dusky colors and luminous shapes. It smelled of dirt and secrets, of things both beautiful and terrible lurking unseen in the shadows. It was dangerous but lovely, and Kekeovonnai had seen his sister blossom here. It had to be the dark energies of this land that had done it, had brought her to life in a way that their mountainous homeland had never done. It resonated with her magic, bringing a healthy shine to her blood red feathers and a keen ferocity to her dark eyes. This was her land, and the land of their father, and Keke was happy she had found a place where she so obviously belonged.
It was not, however, Keke's land. Though Gaili magic dealt with the earth, and the earth lay beneath all things, Soldul's flat forests and boglands were not kind to his magic. He had never been so aware of his instinctual sense of the earth as when he had left the complex topography of the Terra Expanse. Over sensitive to the ground beneath him, every step told him a thousand things about his world. He could sense every footstep – both his own and any that fell around him – every crackling collapse of a tree, every clatter of the cart wheels of the Oblivionites on the roads.
It rattled his nerves and unsettled his sleep, giving him constant pounding headaches that he could not get rid of. But, not wanting to worry Vazarri, he said nothing to her about it. He soldiered on on their search, pretending that everything was fine.
And, ultimately, it was. No dragon or Soldulan predator had been able to sneak up on them, not by the ground nor by the trees. He sensed their arrival long before they arrived, and he and Vazarri were always ready for any ambush.
He also never got lost, his keen sense of direction guiding them through the tangle of Soldul's forest. Between his abilities, and Vazarri's affinity for the dark magic, Kekeovonnai knew that they were well prepared to survive their journey. If their father, Oblivion, was findable, they would find him.
The overwhelming pressure on his earth-sense was also a blessing in disguise. Now that he was aware of it, he was also learning to control it. It was like hearing – he could focus on some sensations and ignore others, and he was getting better at it every day. He only had temporary control at the moment, but he was getting better and better with every day and he would master it – he had to, before Vazarri noticed anything amiss. She was worried enough as it was...
He patrolled the camp, sniffing at a patch of sunlight that had somehow filtered through the trees. Vazarri was nocturnal and they traveled at night, which Keke did not mind. It simply meant that his activity during the day was well spent keeping watch. He paced around the camp, wondering if he should go hunting or exploring a little before dusk.
A sensation caught his attention, something that crashed and rumbled to the ground in a sudden collision. Keke had never felt its like before – it was not the arrogant crash of a dragon, nor the creaking step of a Magescian foot, or even the industrious clatter of wheels on a road. It was not the swift leap of a bouken or the gentle clop of a prey animal. This was a thunderous sensation that set his nerves on fire.
He waited, hoping it would not reappear: a one-time fall, like a tree or a leaf, of no threat to him or his sister.
And then, it happened again; equally thunderous, equally sudden. Kekeovonnai growled quietly, warily – there were large beasts in these forests, some of whom would not mind eating a Khehora for dinner. The siblings had been fortunate not to run into anything that they could not defeat with teamwork, but what if their luck was about to run out? What if there was such a big predator? What if it was coming towards them now?!
Keke clenched his teeth to hold back his panic and, slowly, backed towards where his sister slept, waiting for the 'sound' to occur again.
He nearly jumped when it did, turning to face the very, very near place where the impact had happened. His senses told him that whatever it was should be where he stared, only a few feet away at a grove of trees, but he saw nothing – no predator, no beast, no fallen logs. He stared, confused, and then laughed as it happened again. He stifled his laughter quickly and went up to the source, sniffing at it in amusement.
It was a fruit, plump and ripe and nearly bursting out of its thick purple skin with sweet smells. More of the fruit began to fall in the forest around him, a series of sounds that were to his earth-sense like a powerfully thudding rain. He no longer feared the sensation, now that he knew what it was.
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Posted: Sun Jun 21, 2015 11:09 am
Silica Spit
Mastery Solo
724 Words
Hunting for food was a necessity full of many dangers, but Kekeovonnai was a – mostly - full grown khehora and, though he was alone and not a warrior by nature, he was no stranger to combat. He could hunt his own prey and defend himself if called to do so. However, a Diabi dragon, even a young one, was a little much for Kekeovonnai to deal with.
It hissed at him, bearing its long teeth. They shone, moon white, amidst its nearly ink-black scales. ”Leave, abomination.” it hissed, a low rumble echoing out from it's throat – not quite a growl. ”This is my prey.” It's red eyes glittered in the darkness, swirling with malice, ”Leave it, and I might spare you your worthless life.”
Kekeovonnai growled possessively, arching his wings over the plump beast breathing it's last on the ground. He had worked hard to hunt it, and it would feed him and his sister well, possibly even for a few days. The dragon apparently wanted it for itself. “No, it is my prey. I killed it, and so it's mine.” That was true – his claws had downed it, his claws had bled it, and – he felt it shudder and, finally die – his claws had killed it. It was his dinner. “Get your own...” Keke looked it right in it's eyes, emboldened by the kill. “Cheater.”
The dragon growled now, a true growl as it reared it's head back in surprise. It was clearly used to having it's own way with khehora and other 'lesser' creatures. Keke supposed he was lucky that he had found one who talked first. ”I gave you a reasonable offer, as if you were more than the filth that you are.” it said, it's voice darkly offended, ”Take it and leave, or I will have your putrid flesh for dessert.”
“I said, it is mine.” said Keke, bearing his own fangs.
”It is not yours, abomination. Not if I take it from you.” it began to advance, solidifying the shadows around it into a writhing aura that, coupled with a shattering roar that exposed all of its sharp teeth and the power of its lungs, forged a deep and instinctual fear in Kekeovonnai's breast. Instead of running, though, he stood his ground.
“Fine!” Keke howled, the sound of his snarl becoming strangely gutteral as his magic gathered in his mouth. As the dragon reared to strike him with its mighty claws, he released the magic into the world, spitting the collected energy at the dragon. Shards of crystallized magic and sand, like glass but stronger and more perfect than any glass of Magescian or Khehoran forging, sailed from his mouth, as sharp as any spear point.
They stabbed into the dragon, and it screamed, thrashing and rolling to try to get rid of the shards in it's body. Keke took advantage of its distraction to flee, lifting his prey onto his back and bolting back to Vazarri's campsite in a mad dash through the woods.
Finally, just before his footsteps would have woken his sister, he slowed. He could sense no pursuit, which meant that he had likely evaded the dragon cleanly. Pleased, he dragged his prey's carcass near his sister and lay down for a rest.
His magical spitting ability had improved substantially over the years; Once merely a spell creating fine, clear glass sand in his mouth, he could now compress his magic into crystalline structures that he could summon and propel in a damaging spit attack. He could even control their color, though that was more fiddly and he was still figuring out how to manage it. Perfect color or no, he considered them to be pretty. But, as now, he was aware that they could also be considered weapons, as dangerous and sharp as any arrow. Keke did not think in terms of weapons, however. To him, they were tools to keep him and his sister safe... or, alternately, entertained with their brilliant sparkle. Both uses, he felt, were valid.
Today, though, his crystals had served the purpose of a weapon well. He was alive, he was safe and – when Vazarri woke to share in his kill – he would also be full. He relaxed on the soft ground. Yes he thought, A good hunt, over all.
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Posted: Sun Jun 21, 2015 11:10 am
Sand Control
Mastery Solo
888 Words
It had been months, and after a few of their more promising leads had turned to dust and disappointment before Kekeovonnai's eyes, the young khehora began to wonder if he and his sister would ever find their father. What if Oblivion wasn't in Soldul? If not in Soldul, then where? Sometimes, in the depths of Soldul's night, Keke wondered if their father hadn't simply vanished into the shadows, ceasing to exist in the world they knew. There was no trace of him, no leads that went anywhere. Keke didn't know where to look next. Keke didn't know what to do.
Personally, Kekeovonnai would not have minded returning home. He missed the mountains and he felt a little bad about leaving their father Samael. He had to be horribly worried about them, and that was something Keke had not wanted at all.
However, Kekeovonnai would not return home without his sister. He would not give up as long as Vazarri wanted to search, and he didn't think she was ready to return home quite yet. It fell to her big brother – to Keke – to encourage her and support her in whatever she did. But the long search for Oblivion was wearing her down - he could see it in her tired posture, in the relative dullness of her eyes and feathers.
So, as her brother, it was his job to cheer her up and support her. So, that was what he decided to do. Kekeovonnai knew that his sister liked elaborate things, especially if they were shiny or wearable. Color was hit or miss with her, but Keke knew that she at least liked contrast and bold shapes. Knowing this, Keke had what he felt was the perfect idea to entertain and distract his sister.
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Kekeovonnai snuck past Vazarri where she lay, sleeping away her melancholy in the washed out light of Soldul's day. He scrambled down the forested hills, careening into the soft sand of Korafiel's shore. He laughed at the spray of sand his movements created. He was amused by the ripples in the shallow waters where they landed and intrigued by the secondary ripples as aquatic creatures were disturbed from their lairs by his game.
But their secrets were for another time.
He cleared the debris from a patch of beach and concentrated on his magic. The soft sand moved at his command, the white bone-sand and the black obsidian-sand mixing and moving as he pulled it into shape. Sand grains stacked upon itself as he watched and orchestrated their construction. He shaped the sand into twisting towers and spires and marbled domes and walls. He was pleased as his idea took form, and he knew his idea was good.
He released his hold on the sand to prepare for further embellishments and, with a squawk of dismay, it all fell apart. His sand city crumbled into large, taunting piles. “No!” he yelped, trying to physically hold up the last of his buildings, but the sand only sifted through his claws, “No!” His gift for Vazarri was ruined.
Or, perhaps not: he just had to rebuild it in such a way that it stayed up on its own, without magic! But how could he do that? Maybe, he thought, if he used his magic just right, he could push the sand together to make sandstone. Then it would stand for near-to forever.
But he wasn't making a permanent gift. He wanted something temporary, something ephemeral and pretty for his sister to enjoy. Vazarri was simply too fickle for anything else to work.
But if he could not use sand alone, or force it into stone, what could he use? The idea came in a flash – or rather, a splash, as a lake creature flipped it's fin against the still waters of the lake. He could use water to clump the sand together! That would force it to hold a shape!
Because his claws could not hold water by themselves, he carved a branch into a spoon and began to awkwardly scoop water over the pile of sand. It took hours, and the maneuvering of the spoon made his neck cramp up, but soon he had wetted sand.
His efforts to make dampen it were rewarded when he tried his spell again; A fanciful magescian castle – mostly built from rumor, story, and glimpses from a distance – rose from the sand, marbled white and black and stood nearly up to his nose. It was detailed, a surreal and approximate sort of immense dwelling, scaled down to fit the small lake shore.
He was pleased at what he had made, and more still when he released his hold on his magic and saw that the water held it into the desired shapes. He began on the embellishments, gathering and crafting two-leggers out of leaves, flags out of twigs, doors out of shells, and glittering glass crystals from his own magic. He worked them carefully into the design, using his magic to ensure that he did not compromise the castle's structural integrity.
Finally, in the fading light of the late afternoon, Kekeovonnai stepped away from the sand construction and looked over his work. He grinned to himself and nodded, once, in pride. “Beautiful!” he exclaimed, humming happily. He was sure Vazarri would love it.
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Posted: Mon Jun 22, 2015 2:19 pm
Hunting Games
188 words
Keke returned to his clan lands briefly, staying only as long as it took to commandeer a saddlebag for himself and his scant worldly belongings – mostly dragon orbs at this point. His collections were too many to take with him, and they were best here, where the orakoi could learn from them.
He had to make arrangements with the other teachers. He had to notify the elders. He had to notify his own father, who was sometimes a little leery about letting Kekeovonnai out of his sight after his and Vazarri's adventure.
But when all that was done, when Kekeovonnai was packed up and excused, he was so ready to go that he felt that he could practically take to the air from a dead stop.
Serenia.
He was going to explore Serenia. He was going to go to a Magescian city and watch how they lived, and see just how different the land of light really was. He made a little stotting motion, squeaking in joy before he set off for his and Xenosa's meeting point at a fast trot.
He couldn't wait!
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Posted: Mon Jun 22, 2015 2:24 pm
Only for a Few More
Kekeovonnai and Xenosa
117 Words
Xenosa, Keke felt, was such a fun friend! Every time he had met her, he had gone on an excellent adventure. Field trips, dragon hunts, and now... this mysterious mission in an actual magescian town! Keke was beside himself with Anthropological delight. And just about any research-related delight he could name!
His curiousity propelled him as he wound his way to the dingy little town they were meeting in, propping him up whenever setbacks – such as wary travellers, unfriendly mercenaries, and small but toothy wildlife – came to face him. He was too excited to let any of that get him down as he traversed the Malro desert.
He was, after all, going on an adventure...
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Posted: Sun Jul 19, 2015 2:22 pm
Table Manners
Kekeovonnai and Xenosa
Kekeovonnai finished his dinner, thoughtfully confused. He had not, he realized, entirely understood any part of the dinner conversation. Was her husband jealous of him because of the time he spent with Xenosa? Was Xenosa jealous of Kekeovonnai's enjoyment of the food? Was Omard her husband's actual mate? Then what was Xenosa? Did her husband have two mates? Was she simply laying the nest? If so, then why was he so unpleasant to her, and why was she doing it? Even Kekeovonnai could see that they disliked each other.
The answer of 'Its complicated' was not satisfying to the inquisitive orakovan, and, his dinner complete, he started questioning the servants. It got marginally clearer – the marriage between Xenosa and Sythen had been arranged, they whispered to him, a contract between families. But no one seemed to know about Xenosa's family, who they were or what they did. Some of the servants had ideas, but they were mixed, varied, and Kekeovonnai was guided to his room with more questions than answers...
At least he had plenty of time to find it out.
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Posted: Sun Aug 16, 2015 7:29 am
One Last Time
HUNT: Xenosa and Kekeovonnai
800 Words
Xenosa's gift was surprisingly heavy in the small bag he carried it in around his neck. It was a dragon's tear, a crystal about the size of one of his talons, that glittered like no crystal cut from stone ever could. Even insulated by the bag, Kekeovonnai could feel it pulsing with energy, not unlike the dragon orbs that he had begun to collect.
Xenosa was out on an errand and Kekeovonnai was left on his lonesome in her vast and sweet-smelling Serenian lair. He had been given rooms to stay in, and they were well appointed and comfortable and, also, full of the lovely Magescian inventions known as 'books'. The concept of information, so elegantly stored, was appealing to the young teacher, and he was making an effort to shore up his knowledge of their language so that he could access that information and make it his own.
Currently, though, he was not reading. It was several months since Xenosa's gift, and he knew that it warranted scrutiny and true scientific investigation. It was a powerful thing, this dragon's tear, and he knew that he might have few chances to observe the properties of one. He hummed as he took out the tear and set it on a table, propping a magnifying glass against a pile of books to hold it steady.
He peered into the glass myopically, squinting at the amber facets of the tear - it scintillated in the light of the spell-lamps, as if it's inside was not actually solid. He tapped it with a claw, though, and it rang as if it was, in fact, crystal.
Fascinating
He doubled the magnification of the magnifying glass with another glass, this one pilfered from one of the accountants of the household (to Omard, the cook's, great amusement). He could see that the facets were perfect, too perfect to be done with a claw or even the the work of Gaili magic. Certainly, not by the work of Magescian chisels either. These crystal facets had formed naturally, he deduced, but how? As any naturalist knew, dragons did not cry true tears, and the Dragon's Tears were simply highly concentrated and solidified magic. Was this a consequence of condensing the raw magic into such a concentrated form, like coal into diamonds, or was it something else? Was there some other reason for the shape and uncanny nature of the crystal? And why did they only appear where dragons were present?
Kekeovonnai decided to extend his investigation, reaching out to the tear with a tentative sensory feeler of his own magic.
The moment he touched it with his magical senses, it exploded – at least, that was how it felt to him. Energy surged into him, rushing over his awareness with a roar like a landslide. He felt an overwhelming feeling that he had ceased to be himself, and was instead rapidly becoming a part of something greater than a single khehora, puttering along his life. He felt something vast yet finite, an infinite patience with a heartbeat like that of an earthquake. It breathed, pulsing in and out, bleeding fire into the great volcano. It was pocked and scarred, it's flesh raked through in places, wounds that caused no pain. Water and ice were held and anchored by it, and trees were nourished by it's steadiness. Storms rushed over it, their winds changing because of it. Searing electricity poured into it, seeking it's solace from its turmultuous birth. Dark and light fought over it, and ravaged it's surface with their wars. The mara carved themselves from it's bones.
But, despite all of this, it was enduring. This ancient, vast, power creaked and groaned, and Keke fell irresistably deeper into the sturdy darkness of it's power. And, for a moment or perhaps longer, he was no more.
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Kekeovonnai awoke splayed on the floor of the room, his head pounding as if he had struck it on something. His mouth was dry and he struggled to his aching feet, ravenously hungry. He struggled to remember what had happened and he became aware of a vibration in his body, a sort of distant rumbling that was both familiar and pleasant and painful. It perplexed him.
It was only when he saw the table – and the distinct absence of the dragon's tear - that he knew what had happened. He had heard of Dragon's tears being used to give one greater power, but he had never seen it in person. He must have encountered it.
Magic that now ricocheted inside his body, vast and potent, and knowledge now lurked, encoded, in the desperate peripheries of his mind. Dragons tears were indeed powerful things, and he knew that he now had to master that power and understand the secrets he had found.
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Posted: Sun Aug 16, 2015 7:30 am
Kekeovonnai Solo– Arcane College Letter
862 Words
Dear Arcane College,
I am Kekeovonnai, a Feral Gaili Khehora. I have been staying in Ashen City in the residence of Xenosa Yran and I am not actually her bonded. I recently came into possession of a dragon's tear, which I then used. I would like to understand the power it showed me, and I have heard that this organization can help me do that. Any organization in pursuit of knowledge is something I desire to be a part of - I am a teacher by trade, very familiar with geological processes and the natural world, and believe that, aside from my experience with the dragon's tear, I have much to teach to and learn from the others in the college. I would like to teach at your institution and add to the body of knowledge that Magescians and Khehora posess.
Signed,
Kekeovonnai, son of Samael
Dictated to,
Omard Demasquet
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Dear Kekeovonnai,
Although your offer to teach is appreciated and welcome, we regret to inform you that we do not typically accept non-Orderite members into the Ashen City college, and that we have never accepted a Khehora at any branch. While we are certain that you are perfectly capable of teaching, we have determined that we cannot accept your offer at this time. We also do not allow feral khehora on campus, but if you were accompanied by a trustworthy student, we would give you limited access to our resources.
Thank you again for your offer. Our regrets,
The Arcane College, Ashen City branch
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Dear Kekeovonnai, son of Samael the Traveller,
It has come to my attention that you have accomplished several unofficial yet sizable services to the Orderite nation. I wished to express my appreciation of your efforts and my gratitude that a feral Khehora has taken such an interest in our people.
I wish to speak with you about further services you may provide to the Orderites, preferably more within your true profession. Unfortunately, I cannot speak to you in person for some time, due to matters you need not worry about. However, if you attempt another letter to the Arcane College, you may find that they will be far more willing to accept you among their teachers now. Interesting, is it not, how a few well-written words on special paper by the proper persons can open doors that were formerly closed?
I recommend, however, that you do not do take on the teaching job in your present form. I believe that you can achieve a more Magescian form known as the Khehorian form, correct? This will be more conducive to your teaching, and also to your application and further services to the Orderite nation.
Pray, inform me if something goes amiss with your application. I hope that we may discuss other matters some day, but for now, go forth with Seren's blessing.
Her Illuminated Lady,
Mistress Aevah Avi
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Dear Mister Kekeovonnai,
As it so happens, an opening has appeared and we require someone specifically to teach geology and natural history at this time. Of all the applicants, you are the most qualified. Since you will be the first Khehora to be permitted, let alone employed or enrolled, in the College, there will be some paperwork, but if you are still interested in teaching here, we will be happy to have you. Please get back to us and we will be in communication about the paperwork and timetables.
Sincerely,
The Arcane College
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Dear Mister Kekeovonnai,
Thank you for meeting us in person and discussing the paperwork and terms of employment and enrollment – this will expedite the paperwork considerably. We also appreciate you undertaking what we understand – in our limited knowledge of your kind – to be a dangerous ritual. Your reasons were impeccable, and since it will make you more suited to teaching, the board is willing to wait to employ you until the beginning of the next semester – indeed, that is about how long the paperwork will take. We will be delighted to have you with us, and wish you the best of luck in your ritual.
Sincerely,
The Arcane College
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Young one, you are not the first of khehora blood to step into the college's halls, despite what you might have been told, so I shall give you a word of advice from one who is old and wise: beware those who would seek to exploit you as a Khehora, and wary of those who would seek to exploit you as a person. You will find both of such at the arcane college, and you must weather their advances and cunning minds. But do not give up, for your work will be important to many people across many times. Your work in those halls will change the world.
But you are a teacher. You knew that already. Retain your sense of wonder, and you will do wonders. Teach the young, and you will influence the old; Remember the tenants you learned when you were being trained into your role, and cleave to the family you have here (Those you have found and those you have yet to find) – as they will be your sturdiest bulwark and sharpest blade. Some sharper than most, I expect.
Good luck.
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Posted: Sun Aug 16, 2015 7:51 am
The Teacher Becomes the Student
Response to The Rumbling Within
275 Words
Kekeovonnai needed to become a Khehorian: It was the only possible answer to the pounding and wordless question that beat with his heart and surged through his body. The magic inside of him, placed there from the activation of the Gaili tear, longed to be used. There was too much of it for his body, and his flesh felt strained over it like the skin of a balloon. He felt as though he would burst at the slightest tough, and yet his abilities with his magic took up so little energy that he could never use up more than he replenished through natural processes. No matter how many glass crystals he generated or sand gardens he sculpted, the energy remained, unendurable and amazing. The ritual would be it's only release.
He knew he was young, and not particularly powerful, but the more he thought about Aevah Avi's suggestion the more he knew she was right – he had to undergo the ritual, he had to become like the Magescians. He would understand more from the ritual, and Magescian youths would prefer a two-legged teacher to a four-legged one, just as an Orakoi preferred an Orakovan to a Khehorian. It was a simple matter of relatability, that was all.
And so, Kekeovonnai began his research, attempting to seek out Anodyne and undergo the ritual. IT soon became clear that he would find nothing from books, maps, or accounts and so he set off on the wing, following leads in Serenia until he tired, and then in Eowyn with Xenosa's companionship and help. Finally, though, he found her and her clan, and prepared for his meeting...
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Posted: Mon Mar 21, 2016 8:06 pm
All that Glitters
Kekeovonnai and Vazarri
312 Words
Keke remembered his adventures with his sister fondly, even though they hadn't found what they sought. He'd always been close to her, or so he felt, and their adventures together hadn't dragged them apart at all. Though they were separated now, too, and though he had given up on the quest to find Oblivion, he still felt that they had that.
Their ferry ride had been the start of a very important chapter in their lives, one full of discovery and growth. Indeed, both had attained adulthood abroad, in the shadowed land of Soldul. It had been hard, but Keke never regretted going there with her. Sometimes, he wished he could go back there, just to see it again.
It was so hard, though, to find a way there – he was now affiliated with the Orderites, and any contacts that he (or Xenosa) had were either unwilling or unable to take him. For the time being, Serenia was his stomping ground. That was fine, there was much to explore – so much anywhere, really – but Vazarri was not there. And he did miss her.
He stretched a clawed hand and picked up a pen – perhaps he should write her a letter... but no, it wasn't likely that she could read, and besides – he didn't know where she roamed these days. Soldul, still? Or Eowyn? Did she careen through the rocky crags of the expanse, or ride the winds of Ayr? Did her feathers fluff out against the ice of Aisko, or was she – perhaps – here, amidst the light? He doubted she was on Serenia, but who knew?
He would have to find a way to contact her and communicate with her someday – perhaps they could have another adventure one day. Perhaps not. Either way, it would be good to have... He missed his sister so.
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