A Shaman Must be Dressed Appropriately
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After his talk with Firroth, he and the Giogimar had decided they would need a greater supply of metal if they were to try and make some light armor for the hunters... and more gems and pretty things for Firroth to use in other crafting. Toki was realizing that as much as Firroth tried to deny it, the Giogimar just liked working with shiny things. He claimed he was doing it at requests, but Toki noticed he always took greater enjoyment if the work involved metal or jewels. And the draconic feline loved to create clothing and jewelry for his “Divine Master” to wear. Divine master indeed... Toki was working on the whole master title, and had finally gotten Firroth to just call him Shaman. Firroth was, Toki thought wryly, quite the vain one… and loved to attempt to dress his ‘master.’
So now Toki was wearing a different outfit that the simple one he normally wore. His old clothing consisted of his belt of amber orbs with a simple white cloth belt and tattered grey shorts with the odd half shirt that was really only a single sleeve. He wore it to protect his arm from his creatures as they landed upon it. But now he was wearing far more fancy clothing, cloth that was light yet tightly woven and slid across his scales like satin. It was linen he was told, best for desert clothing and apparently took to dyes really well. Though he could not see the colors, others had told him the cream cloth with the red and soft emerald green looked very appealing against his brown and bronze scales. It was comfortable and he did like the feel of it so he wore it without complaint. Plus he could bury his face in the scarf wrapped about his neck and take a nap. Lovely thing that! The whole reason for the new clothes was his visit to the Magescian town a few days trip away from the clan.
Firroth, once he’d found out Toki was going to venture into a town to purchase the metals they needed, had gone into a panic.
“Oh no! Shaman you cannot go like that! It will not do at all!”
Toki raised an eyebrow curiously;
“Why not?” The Giogimar sighed and shook his head. “The Magescains place great faith in personal appearance. Your clothing is… okay…but not fitting of a Shaman of a large tribe! No, to get the respect you need, you will need a better outfit. I will not let you leave until you allow me time to create a suitable set of clothing!” He’d kept it up until the clan, eager to see their Shaman all dolled up, had over ruled Toki.
Now he wore a necklace of amber orbs instead of a belt, something he had insisted upon. Within the amber he stored magic; amber was an excellent container for lightning magic! With this he knew he would not run out of power should things of wrong. He had bands of bronze and gold upon his legs and arms that chimed softly as he moved. Golden décor was placed upon his wings, something he knew was just going to get lost if he tried to fly. Waste of good metal that! But he kept silence since the clan and Firroth were enjoying themselves.
The murmurs of the people nearest him told him they approved of his looks.. not that he really cared as he was long past caring how attractive he looked. He did realize that appearance could make the difference, and a more elegant and clean set of clothing would gain him less… hostility hopefully.
Now, after two rather long days traveling with his Giogimar and Arrical, he sat perched upon Bural as his Arrical enjoyed walking through the cool morning air towards the closest town to his clan. He did not know its name but hoped they had a good market. From the reports of wagons coming to and from, he felt there would be, though you never knew what was in those wagons until you looked inside. Firroth sat perched in front of him, observing and relaying information to Toki. He would be Toki’s eyes today, as the Khehora had decided against bringing his excitable fae’s along.
He was stopped at the gate; as he expected.
“Uh.. Sir.” One of the guards said as he stepped in front of Burla. “You ah.. That is an arrical… sir.”
Toki was amused by their reactions: sir huh? Guess the clothing and mount garnered him extra respect!
“Indeed. And he is trained I assure you,” Toki said with a grin. Firroth hissed a chuckle and murmured to Toki in the draconic tongue.
“These dovaa are suitably impressed! Wary though.”
Toki already knew that, the scent of a Magescian changed slightly when they were afraid, happy, worried.. just like it did for Khehora. The sounds of the voice also did.
“They also understand Dragon.” Toki said in amusement to Firrroth,
“So do be polite.” Firroth glanced at him and back at the dovaa who were now eyeing it. A creature that spoke the tongue of Dragons so fluently? It was unusual!
“Fascinating.”
“Burla,” Toki said with a pat on his Arrical’s head, “
is trained to guard and knows how to behave. He will not harm anyone unless I am threatened. We are here to buy some supplies for my tribe. Things we cannot make ourselves.” “Ah.. well…” The guards looked at each other: how did one say no to an old Khehorian? They knew of the Khehorians, and knew that they were the strongest and most powerful of their people. And were not the Khehora and dagons cousin to the Dovaa? If you believed the legends… “Enjoy your stay… But… try to .. not cause too much panic.”
“I will be on my best behavior.” Toki said with a smile. “
Might I know the name of this place?”“Tukyere.”
“Thank you,” he said pleasantly as he nudged Bural to enter.
“You will have to direct Bural,” he told Firroth.
“Neither of us know where this market is… Since you can speak dragon, the dovaa should be able to speak with you, but should we apporch a mearchant who cannot understand, tell me what to say after you have picked out what you need.”“Of course Shaman… But what shall you pay with?”
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The orbs and coins that my people have gathered over many years. We keep finding bodies in the desert and strip them of anything of use. Most of the coins have been given to me… I hold them until someone needs them, usually to purchase from merchants in the desert, trading with the Wild Tribe sometimes or something of the sort.” Toki turned his attention to his surroundings. He could smell many things, different things. Food, people, animals, magic. And, he noticed, most of the magescians here happened to by hybrids… dovaa hybirds mostly it seemed, with a few Orderite Oblivonite mixes. This must be that place I’ve heard about, he thought to himself, the place a hybrid can live in peace without dealing with idiots trying to kill them. I wonder if my tribe could establish a.. pact with them. Like we do with a few other tribes. A pact to keep Khehora eggs off the market and in our nests in exchange for us not killing the hunters we see in our territory. It was something to consider.
He wondered what the tasty smells of food were, they certainly made him hungry!
“Once we are done,” he told Firroth
, “we shall go chase down what ever that delicious scent I smell is.” Firroth purred in agreement. He could hear the whispers, and kept his smirk to himself. Arrical mount meant no one tried to bother him. Bural is so useful! I will have to send him with whoever comes to town just to ensure they are kept safe!
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