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Desperoux released a vary quiet breath.

'Okay, he could do this....'

The thought whispered ever so quietly though the Tahtil's mind. He was trying to reassure himself, just like he knew his great Magus, Mlinzi would do. Desperoux after all was paw choosen by Senpi to gather and find useful trade for the scales he had collected.

How heavy the little pouch that rested on his hip felt now. Well, as it was...most B'alam didn't actually know how heavy the scales were as a collective. He was just as sure that not meny knew of their uses. That and as conflicted Desperoux was, he was to trade such precious of a comodey, he knew his Tribe needed more resources. Mlinzi, had told him so and was why this journey had to begin...he was after all the leading expert in light scales.

Desperoux, the scale connoisseur; and this was the start of his journey.

It was suggest that Desperoux should start with their Sister tribe of the Dark. Another uneasy breath left the Tahtil. The Dark...why did those b'alam have to be called 'Dark', darkness was such a scary thing...especially for a Light b'alam.

Anxiety rippled down to his paws as the shook with a first given steps down the roots of large trunk of one of the mighty crystal trees. He was making the first few steps of a long journey

'He could do this...'

Another reassuring breath shifted though the air as Desperoux he felt his claws nerviously stretch out for a better perchese on the roots. His scales he felt they could quiver with the racing thoughts of how he might fail, if he let his thoughts dwell on such things. It wouldn't be a problem, if his thoughts wherent so determind to set themselves on such things.

'Good things. Good things...'

Timid nails touched down on smoothed crystal gravel. As paw touched down, it quickly retracted as the pads touched down on the surface of the sun.

Eyes shot wide open, as he felt his heart jump and lodge its self in his throat. It had been sent there by one vary real and -frightening- thought: This was going to be the farest he had ever been from home. Making a tight swollow, Desperoux, the sent the heart back down in to chest.

'Easy now, Dezy...'

Taking his paw back, Desperoux's hunches lowered themselves down on the bark under him. Yellow tail shifted behind him to curl around his paws.

Look up from the gravel, golden eyes peeked past cornflowered colored bangs. They peered past the whispy strains of his mane. They could peek at the thin lines that hinted at a world past the glass like trees.

Raising his paw, Desperoux gave a few comforting laps along his fur. The comforting motion was followered by a raffle of a pur, as his paw raised to groom at his mane. One could, and most did choose to groom themselves with more telakanic means, but Desperoux found it more consoling to do so manually. Perhaps it is the vary reason why his mane was so disheveled at times.

A few more strokes annnnd Okay, that was better.

Releasing, yet another breath. Desperoux did his best to raise his maw, his weak chest puffed as he tried to conjure the courage that Sensi seemed to believe he had. With Tail tip flicked, and with one more reassuring thought, Desperoux stretched out a still timid paw. But this time, the quivering paw flexed out and fully rested on the crushed crystle of his home land. However, unlike last time, a second, then a third and finally a fourth paw came together in stride to joined the first.

'This was it...'

It however it wasn't like it was going to be the last time he was going to see the the beauty of the crystals of home. More importantly home.

Yeah! They traded with the Dark Tribe before, they had living Crystals as well....not what his heart ment, but it helped reassure him a little....

Desperoux, as much as he needed to be he was not a wanderer. Perhaps with time, he could hope such a thing would change.

Swallowing, he knew he was going to be on his own. Being on his own however wasn't going to be something that bothered him. He was use to be alone, he actually perfered it, it was just easier. What actually filled him with so much and anxiety and doubt was the fear of not doing a 'good enough' job and that Senpi wasn't going to be there to make sure he was. He didn't want to disappoint his Magus, and without his guidance he was sure it would be something that would happen.

Slow careful steps guided the distracted B'alam through the crystal trees. Yellow eyes looked about the new scenery, with the help of a subtle turn of his head. Maw couldn't help but open a little at the wonder they was around him. He had seen the trees before, of course...but always from treetops. The new perspective cause the Tahtil to turn his head and his eye widen at such a new splendor. How the sun reflected on the crystal at this new angle, and even more how it then inturn shown brightly on his scales. It was amazing.

Perspective after all was a wonderful thing....

Perhaps, he really could do this....

Blinking, Desperoux's golden gaze awoke to the relization that he was almost at the edge of the light tribe's Crystal forest.

Strangly the walk hadn't taken him as long as he had thought. It was only his thoughts that had seemed to make the journey long. Tail shifted and flicked, his ears bounced as he felt a wave of reassurance.

Yes, perhaps if he thought he could actually succeed, it would better his chances in actually doing so!

Nodding to the air that had stood witness around him. Trembling steps tirned more do focused and reassured.

Eyes narrowed on his goal, just beyond the forest brake there off in the distance was the dark tribe's mountain....

His first goal...

It had been a honest morning with nothing too eventful happening among the clouds, It was still early however. This watcher, masked one, chosen chronicler had heard tell while in his journey of a land of reflective trees. It did well to impress it on his heart to observe such a place. There would be an important one, at the start of his own journey. One that was not unlike his own, one that he had been created for.

The chronicler's teals eyes spied on the rock path below him. It was interesting how the rocks actually seemed to glow. Perhaps it was actually 'crystal' and not rock. It dully glistened so...

~Thoughts made a remark on his notes to describe such a intriguing phenomenon. For the records. For description of this moment.

He had heard tell of the Dark tribe just south east of there to use such glass in there own tunnels to help those not accustomed to the dark to find their way. It was interesting.

~A more personal remark on this ideal was quickly scrawled on his own note pad. One that had been set apart from the one that was the masks work. One that carried his emotions and ideals, not the one that was mark for duty and tale for others -that could- to read.

A brown tail shifted behind him quietly in thought, he just had to wait. The gold and silver masked one, trusted that he would see the one that he was waiting for.

Then he heard it, ears perked and readied. Eyes widened as much as they could behind the mask. Head shifted ever so slightly to see better past the crystal trees branches. Ears twitched and shifted, as they caught the sound of claw on bark. Eyes quickly widened even more past the eye holes of the b'alam shaped mask. Maw parted as little as allowed in anticipation. It was like waiting for a rear creature and moment to capture it on paper, so one could know the start of this b'alam's tale. Even one's tale was important, but this one...this one was cause to be recorded. Why? Well, the Watcher didn't even know....Just that it needed to be done. If he could be everywhere at once, like the Grand Weaver, he would desired to do so. Just so that everyb'alam's tale could be told.

The golden pelt of the other finally reviled it's self making it's way carefully down the truck of crystal wood. Teal eyes focused on the yellow one's markings, and quickly made a note of it on the pages of his work. The other seemed unsure of himself, yet full of resolve. Determined. Yes, this is the one he was described to be.

The Masked one held back a chuckle, not that he could even so much laugh being bound by the mask that gripped his maw. He was just so excited. Yet, however this joy was not shown at all on the written documents, for it was with out bias or emotional description it was fact and only physical description. It was a must so not to skew the watcher's own author voice with actual events. Who ever was to read the work's was to have their own opinion about it. That was the job of a chronicler. To be the eyes of the Weaver, and the 'voice' of the events to 'speak' the events of the living b'alam.

However, teal eyes moved to the tale that was about to unfold....

It would be easier If only he could tell where this b'alam-Where This Tahtll was going. The Mask wearing one, wasn't told such a thing, But that was part of the fun, and so he would have to watch and follow. No matter, that was his duty, and un-admittedly it was rather exciting to see where this one would go. After all this Tahtll was pointed out to him, by the Weaver for a particular reason. What ever that may be...

The Chronicler's head tilted as he watched the Tahtll give himself a few reassuring laps on his fur.

Hmm...

A precious worn talisman lifted from the watcher's neck, thoughts guided and opened the journal as invisible paws had directed the movement. It was a curious gift that the Weaver had seemed to have blessed all b'alam with, it was very 'handy'. As writing did seemed to need a delicate touch....

Taking in a slow breath, the ink pen floated from it's hiding place. In a coupled flowing movement, the ink well floated off to the side of the journal. With a muffled, it softly was uncorked. Next the ink well of the precious 'pen' was filled with a gentle dab in the dark liquid, that rested in the coveted bottle.

Now then...

Releasing a slow breath, eyes remained on the scene before him and pen set it's self to the paper of the journal. He didn't want to miss a second, for he didn't want the readers to be robbed of what he was privileged to see...

'And so our light tribe in woven form, a cautious Tahtll, starts on his journey.....'

With a few careful guided strokes, the Chronicler began to describe every moment that unfolded before him. From the gentle sounds around him, the smell of the air, to the timid hesitation of a paw step that was made by their hero....

This one's story was certainly going to be a good one, Inspiring! if not that, then at least entertain.

A quite chuckle wanted to leave the watcher at his own clever thoughts, but it was not made for the strict grasp that was given by the white and gold mask. To his delight and burden. It was one he was made for, yet choose freely and at times the mask-though a cruel twist was helpful to remind him of his true purpose. He had to keep to his oath, after all he needed to be the one that remain on course should his siblings falter. The Library needed to be filled.