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Tangled Puppet Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Jan 08, 2015 12:27 pm
The walk back down the beach seemed to take ages as the three of them trudged through the sand in silence. Whether it was awkward or not, Rinn wasn’t sure. He kept behind Akara a few paces, gaze roaming over her as they made their way back to her uncels’ home. He had not seen many hybrids with skins such as hers. It was a very light purple color, mottled with dark purple all over her. The bathing suit she wore left little to the imagination as far as scales were concerned. The blue of them glinted in the sun and he couldn’t help but follow each winding strip of them to their ends.
He ran a hand through his hair and shook his head, as he tore his gaze away from her. It’d do him no good to be caught staring at her and so instead, he spoke, voicing a question that had entered his mind the second she had said ‘uncles’. “So...your uncles must be pretty close brothers to live together, hm?”
Kara stopped in her tracks, gaze turning back to narrow on Rinn. “Mmm, they’re not brothers.”
Rinn’s eyebrow quirked up. “Then if not brothers…?” Both eyebrows rose as it clicked in his mind. “Oh...Oh! They’re...lovers?”
Kara crossed her arms as Lyari moved up beside her. “Is that a problem?”
He shook his head. “Nope.”
Surprised, Kara let her arms fall to her sides and opted to turn away from him instead of commenting further. “There,” she said as she pointed towards the home. “That’s their place. Wait here and I’ll go get my uncle Lithian.” She turned to Lyari and crouched. “You too, hm? Keep an eye on him for me, will you?” Her words to Lyari were quiet, meant only for him. When she rose and moved off towards the house, without waiting for Rinn to agree to stay, Lyari plopped down and his gaze locked onto Rinn. He watched as Akara disappeared into the house and decided it was best to do what she told him, for now.
“Uncle Lithian?” Kara called out as she bounded up the steps and into the house. “I need some help, please.”
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Posted: Thu Jan 08, 2015 7:24 pm
The crab was large. Well, larg er than anything Ataya had managed to successfully make ‘move’ so far. About the size of his two fists held together. Its skitter was off. Stiff and clumsy, like a poorly handled puppet. But Ataya supposed that, in the great scheme of things, that was fairly literally what it was. For the moment, at least. Until he became a more talented puppet master. He felt the strain on his energy as he compelled it messily across the sand, but continued to let his magic seep out, a faint black-purple ‘smoke’ coiling out from around the creature as it fumbled, the points of its legs stirring up sand like sticks being dragged through mud. Ataya took a step back, tugging at his energy like a leash and attempting to encourage his current project forward. It swerved, twitching before shifting in his direction. He felt himself sway. When he moved to take another step back, the heel of his foot hit wood and he stumbled, dizziness sweeping upward. His hands flailed briefly, attempting to regain balance in vain before he was tipping back despite best efforts and then groaning, vision twisting blurrily as he crumpled back against the steps leading onto his uncles’ ocean-view porch. He fought against weariness, mentally shoving at his heavy limbs and willing them to work, trying to force his drooping eyelids up and his rapidly blackening vision to clear. Some indefinite period of time later, he woke up. He squinted, narrowing his eyes through the initial blinding bright of day until they adjusted. When he managed to force himself up and locate his ‘crab’, his lips pursed into a line. “Again. Why again,” he grumbled, pinning a sordid glower on the dark pile of now largely unrecognizable goop that once was a crab. After fetching a small branch of stiff driftwood from the beach, he prodded at the pile dejectedly. “Why do you always—” His sister’s voice drifted in through the open doors leading into the house, and he pushed to a stand, attention diverted. When his uncle’s voice joined her, their words too distant to make out, his curiosity got the better of him, and — rationalizing that there was nothing more to do here anyway — he moved to make his way into the house. •••
Lithian — who had been picking through a shelf of stored herbs, placing away several bottles and drawing down two from his stores to bring into his shop the next morning for the purpose of a client — stilled at the sound of his niece’s voice. Leaving his things to wait for the time being, he dusted his hands over his robes before moving out of the storage area and out into the main room of the house to greet her, smiling, but vaguely concerned. “Akara, are you alright? What is it?” She didn’t look hurt, nor did a vague, cursory ripple of magic indicate that she was experiencing anything out of the ordinary. That, at least, was comforting. “What can I help you with, mm?”
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Tangled Puppet Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Jan 08, 2015 7:41 pm
Akara returned her uncle’s smiles as he greeted her. “I’m fine,” she said as she felt his magic ripple out and wash over her. She wondered, slightly, if her magic felt like that to other people — soothing. She’d have to remember to ask someone next time she healed them. Remembering she had someone waiting outside, Kara took hold of Lith’s hand and tugged gently. “I was down the beach some. I’d been practicing with my bow and magic and then decided to relax. And Lyari was with me. And he smelled something. It was a guy. A dovaa.” Kara paused, letting herself take a breath before continuing on. “He was hurt. I healed him but what if I didn’t do a good enough job?” She stopped at the door and turned to face Lith. “He’s outside with Lyari. Will you please look him over?”
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Posted: Fri Jan 09, 2015 3:24 pm
Lithian tilted his head, watching as he listened. By the end, he had a small slew of his own questions, but those he supposed could wait. Asking the boy himself would likely be more effective for the majority of them, regardless. So, he nodded.
“I am sure you did well,” he said, “but show me to him. Perhaps he would benefit from a rest and a meal, if nothing else, and I am…curious as to what brought him to this area to begin with…”
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Tangled Puppet Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Jan 09, 2015 3:32 pm
Kara hesitated a moment, her lip disappearing between her teeth. “I...didn’t ask him. I should have asked him.” She glanced back towards the door and frowned. She had been more worried about healing his wounds than finding out his reasons for being on their beach. She should have asked him questions before even bringing him to the house. She took a deep breath and pushed open the door. It was too late now — he was already here and waiting for them to come back out.
As she stepped outside her eyebrows flew up at the sight before her. Nesrinn was crouched, with Lyari on his back and tail swishing back and forth as his belly was scratched. It surprised Kara to see him as such. Usually the khehora was very picky about who touched him on his stomach. It made Kara smile a bit. Maybe the dovaa wasn’t so bad after all — if Lyari trusted him. Kara whistled and Lyari’s head popped up. Instantly Nesrinn was forgotten and Lyari was rolling over to his feet and bounding off towards Kara. She laughed when he bumped his forehead against her hip and let her fingers rub over one of his horns.
Rinn blinked, mildly surprised at being abandoned so quickly. When he looked up and saw Akara and a man, he stood. He automatically assumed it was her uncle, since that was who she had said she was going to fetch.
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Posted: Fri Jan 09, 2015 6:24 pm
Lithian’s gaze flicked over the boy, assessing him at a glance and looking for surface injuries as well as signs of less obvious ones as he moved. Firani. Not gravely injured, which was good. A year or two older than Akara and Ataya, from the look of it. While once upon a time, Lithian tended towards trusting all comers immediately, that habit had been worn back over the years, damaged not only by the way he had witnessed others approach and treat Casseth, but also the ways he had watched his adoptive niece and nephew be treated. Nonetheless, this boy threw up no obvious flags of danger, and was too young to be more than he could handle even if he were not what he seemed.
Lithian offered the boy a reserved, but warm smile and gestured him into the house. “Come,” he said. “Rest a moment and let me have a look at you…you can tell me how you came to be here while I do.”
After they made it in, Lithian wasted no time going to work. He stepped up, pausing and watching to ascertain that he had the boy’s consent before reaching out.
“I’ll just be checking over my niece’s work,” he said, talking to keep the boy up to pace as he let his magic pulse lightly out and search the other’s body for sources of damage. “She’s already quite impressive for her age and I am confident she did her work well, but it never hurts to leave a second round of finishing touches to another healer so as not to exhaust oneself…”
Minor scrapes and several large bruises dotted the boy’s skin, quickly swallowed up and mended in the wake of Lithian’s spellwork. He also gave a second pass over the areas where Akara had already focussed her attention, seaming together the last inner bits of damaged flesh and closing over the rest. Midway through the process, though, Lithian’s brow furrowed a fraction. While he never would have noticed it before — perhaps not even several years ago — the contrast in his experiences with healing people of all sorts that came through his shop, as well as attending to both Casseth and Ataya and Akara as they grew, had provided him with a wealth of active background in recognizing the finer details of different magical signatures. Particularly, as in this case, the subtle inconsistencies between those of a pureblood line — which had only one source or ‘current’ of magic, whether it be a clan or the outside bond of an imprinted weapon — in contrast with those of hybrids, who had two.
Lithian’s gaze flicked over, studying the boy for a long moment and debating before smiling a bit. “Akara…fetch me a vial of ground olvic leaves, would you please?” Glancing sidelong to eye the ‘shadow’ that had managed to slip into the threshold on the opposite side of the room, he hummed knowingly. “And take your brother with you.”
Ataya narrowed his eyes. “Uncle—”
“Please, and thank you. I want a brief conversation with our guest.” Lithian tilted his head a fraction, eyes back on the boy. “Who has, for the record, yet to introduce himself to me…”
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Tangled Puppet Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Jan 09, 2015 6:40 pm
Kara blinked at Lithian’s request and opened her mouth to protest. When he spoke again, this time outing Ata’s hiding place, her gaze jerked to her brother. She grinned and stuck her tongue out at him as she moved towards him. “C’mon,” she said as she took hold of Ata’s wrist. “Help me find what Lithian needs?” She lowered her voice as they moved away from Nesrinn and Lithian. “What do you think?” Kara asked as she motioned, discreetly, back towards Nesrinn.
Rinn watched as Akara and her brother exited the room, leaving him alone with their uncle. His gaze flicked back to the older dovaa in front of him and frowned. “Nesrinn,” he said simply. In the presence of an adult, and with Kara gone, Rinn didn’t feel as at ease as he had out on the beach. He rolled his shoulder slightly and resisted the urge to glance back towards the door — his way out. “Thank you for healing me. I should probably go now…”
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Posted: Fri Jan 09, 2015 6:55 pm
“Think?” Ataya repeated, sparing a last frustrated glance in the direction of the intruder. “About what? What’s he doing here? Did he not try to hurt you?”
As his niece and nephew left the room, their voices fading out, Lithian’s attention returned to the boy — Nesrinn — and he relaxed his posture at the words, giving a more comforting smile in an attempt to put the boy at ease.
“You are welcome,” he said. “And free to leave any time you please. I will not keep you…and no one here will hurt you. You must forgive my wariness. The man who shares this house with me is hybrid, as are my niece and nephew, as you have seen. As such, few of the visitors we get here are…entirely well-meaning. That is not why I wanted an audience with you, though.” He watched the boy, weighing his tension and uncertainty and debating the best way to state his point. “Magic is a curious thing, you know. It can tell us multitudes, but also occasionally reveal secrets we may not be so eager to have in the open. Having the mark of an imprinted weapon intertwined with the magic signature of your clan, for instance…” He waited a moment. “Do you share orderite, or oblivionite blood? And is this something you would rather me not mention? Or something you do not hide…”
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Tangled Puppet Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Jan 09, 2015 7:07 pm
Kara paused, outside of Lithian and Nesrinn’s hearing rang, and turned to face Ataya. “No. In fact I had my bow aimed at him.” She frowned, remembering the gashes in his stomach and the scars that had remained behind even after her healing. “He was hurt pretty badly. So I healed him.” She glanced back in the direction they’d just come from. “He doesn’t seem bad. He didn’t even comment about my being a hybrid.” ••• Nesrinn shifted warily as Lithian spoke, an uneasy feeling bubbling up inside the more the man said. He held back a wince as the man revealed what Rinn was afraid of. He knew he was a hybrid. At least, if what Lithian was saying about the other one that lived here, he knew that the dovaa held no ill will against those of his kind. His gaze flicked over to where Akara and disappeared. More than just that, too — the man had a niece and nephew of mixed blood. Still, Rinn didn’t completely trust the man. Not enough to actually show his wings — those he kept hidden away for the most part. If it were up to him, his wings would be out almost constantly. However, it made life easier on his mother to keep that side of his blood hidden. It was so easy for him to pass as completely dovaa, he hadn’t made a habit of having his wings out for quite some time. Rinn grunted as he looked away. “Orderite…” His gaze jerked back to Lithian, eyes narrowing. “I’d rather keep that to myself, please.”
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Posted: Fri Jan 09, 2015 7:52 pm
Mentally, Lithian winced at the admission. Though he had no preference, he knew that though Detraeus had grown more or less accustomed to Casseth’s highly limited orderite blood, the man was far less likely to extend the same ‘courtesy’ of his tolerance to another — young boy or not. Visibly, though, he only nodded. “You’ve nothing to fear. I know you have no reason to trust me, and I do not expect you to, but I will assure you, just the same, that you may relax in this house, and that your secret is safe with me…” Lithian’s attention flit to where Ataya and Akara had disappeared from. “You may be on your way, if you like — or, if you would rather, you are free to stay for a meal. What brought you to this beach?”
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Tangled Puppet Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Jan 09, 2015 7:58 pm
The tension in Nesrinn’s shoulders eased up, a bit, as the man spoke. Though, in all likelihood, he would never have the chance to fully trust the man standing before him, he was willing to give him a bit of his trust for the time being. He followed Lithian’s and he tilted his head. The girl had him curious, that was for sure. One moment she had been pointing an arrow at him, ready to attack, and the next she had stepped forward, heedless of any danger to herself, and healed him. “Hm?” Lost in thought as he was, Lithian’s question didn’t fully click with Rinn at first. “Oh...I was lost…” he shrugged and gestured to his stomach. “Got into a fight with a few dragons and got turned around.” He frowned at the thought. “Guess luck brought me to your beach.” He hesitated a moment before continuing. “I’d like to stay...if you really don’t mind.”
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