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 Posted: Tue Apr 23, 2013 6:32 pm
He remembered it from a dream and then from waking.
It had been in passing, briefly mentioned, the name of it tossed carelessly out on the wind, and at the time Mengyao had not paid it much attention - he had not needed to, after all. It was a floating whim, a flight of fancy, and really, Mengyao had thought at the time, quite an absurd rumor.
But now he did. And now he could understand.
Or at least try to.
"Mahir, are you about?"
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Posted: Tue Apr 23, 2013 6:40 pm
Something rustled on the floor of Mengyao's main room, underneath a pile of heavy maroon fabric. A pair of round yellow eyes stared up almost unblinkingly, almost catlike. The fixation on being near others had seemingly increased twofold since before Mengyao had fallen ill, and the nomad seemed even less inclined to wander far from his friend's residence.
"Is sssomething the matter?"
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Posted: Tue Apr 23, 2013 6:47 pm
It was sad how having Mahir camp out on his floor was now completely and utterly normal. Mengyao sighed, thought what was his life, he wondered, not for the first time that day, or even that morning.
"What do you know about these...artifacts?
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Posted: Tue Apr 23, 2013 7:04 pm
The jewelry around Mahir's ankles jangled as he pulled himself into a sitting position. He tapped his heel against the floor rhythmically as he thought.
"Hm. Only the ssstoriesss they told us as foalsss in my hive." Mahir idly scratched behind one ear with a shadowy hand. "Lossst objectsss with great power. Ssscattered. Forgotten, by mossst."
The famine horseman cracked a small, toothy grin. "But sssuch things are mere younglingsss' talesss."
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Posted: Tue Apr 23, 2013 7:09 pm
Mengyao frowned a little. He sat down on the bed, idly running his fingers across the ancient, leatherbound book that he had been perusing earlier, though now it lay half open on his lap. "Great power," he murmured, eyeing Mahir. The Famine horseman could be...tenacious at times, even going so far as to be considered unstable, pun intended, at times, but Mahir certainly did have his uses.
"Tales, perhaps...these items...have you heard any that have been found...recently?"
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Posted: Tue Apr 23, 2013 7:24 pm
"In the lair, there is talk that the little children of Amityville have found itemsss of consssiderable power. Thingsss that creaturessss of such simple exissstence have no right to possesss. Artifactsss, perhapsss. But..." He pulled the cloak tighter around him and glanced from left to right and back to Mengyao, scooting a little closer. "I cannot remember more. The whissspering voicesss... it is ssstronger now than ever."
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Posted: Tue Apr 23, 2013 7:28 pm
The frown on Mengyao's face deepened a little. The thought of Amityville students having the sort of power that stemmed from these artifacts was a ludicrous thought.
He'd heard of one such item in particular, and had always thought it to be out of his reach. But perhaps...
The book in Mengyao's lap closed with a snap.
"Come, Mahir," said Mengyao imperiously, and without waiting for an answer, proceeded to head towards the door of his little home, stopping only briefly.
"We are going on a quest."
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