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Solo 002

It had been a while since he had seen Myrida or Jawaad or the outside of the forge even. Needless to say he was a lot bored and a little depressed. His employer noticed and let AI'in go for the day or "Until you get that spring back in your step." Apparently there was such a thing as overworking yourself who knew? SO he walked the streets of his little town lost, alone and forlorn. He was pretty sure that one should not feel this way in the heart of their homelnd, he was home so why didn't he feel that way? Was there somehting more out there? Perhaps it was time for a trip. He needed to feel Zen not just live in it but feel it viscerally, or maybe one of the other countries was calling to him.

He had heard about this restlessness, that many people got it at one point or another in their prentice stage. After the war he was sure that he never wanted to leave his town again but now the wind was singing through him, drawing him, pushing him, a strong guide. This was not his alkidike side this was his cie side and it had come to him much stronger and faster than he had thougt, his alk side had never caused him much stir, perhaps because he was male. Some of his mother's people did not do things that he was proud of. Not all alks did such things, his mother didn't, there were others who fought back. But the degree of hatred against people who had done no more evil than to not be Alkidike in origin...well icelings were not much better they had strong opinions and biases about other peoples but to his knowledge they had not gone to the extremes of the Alkidikes, perhaps that was why he gravitated to his iceling heritage, why he never went to Chibale. If only Aisha lived elsewere he would have no reason to visit whatsoever. He didn't want to go now either so he would take a trip in the ice fields instead.

He stopped at home and grabbed his fishing rod...well fishing log... they had big fish in Zena. he enjoyed fishing; the stillness, the quiet the feel of the first nibbled of the day. It was totally different from the forge which was all noise, heat and movement. Sometimes it was nice to slow down and when he slowed down he liked to go fishing.

As he walked he listened; to the wind, to the crunch his feet made on the blanket of snow, the trees groaning and the calls of birds and wildlife. He felt nature start to scab over the problems which arose when he was too focused on his work for too long. His ears ceased their ringing and his arms ached but it was a relief to hold something that wasn't a hammer or tongs. He sighed; contented and at peace. He arrived at the fishing hole and set up everything then all he had to do was wait for a bite. As he waited he felt his body temperature drop as the cold slowly leaked into his body. He wasn't worried he had a long time before frost bite or hypothermia would be a problem. Those who lived in Zena saw the cold first and everything else later. It was so integral to life here that everyone adapted to it and kept track on how they felt, while they were out. Ai'ian caught a little fish and headed back to town. He didn't want to push it with the cold. It was not smart to dabble that way with Mother Nature. He went home and cooked his little fish and thawed himself out. He picked at the pale flesh and wondered when such a longing would agian come upon him. Where would it take him? Sauti maybe? Oba? Matori? Maybe that new island?

Well he might have wanted to see Yaeli before they dumped all the mean Alks there, now the destination was quite the opposite of an attractive vacation spot. He wasn't overly eager to see Jauhar anyway what with its recent history. He wanted to find a place where everyone could just get along. No matter what specific species they were; mixed or not it shouldn't matter. He didn't descriminate he was interested in two pure bloods himself; one ice and one shifter. But which one should he choose? He had felt a strong connection with Jawaad, she was stead and sure. it made sense to him to want her but then there was Myrida an exotic shifter who confused the living ice out of him. She hadn't even held her most valuable secret from him that long. A secret kept not only for herself but for her family. Ai'ian had had a rough time deciding between his two paths but he knew he himself wasn't cunning enough to be a theif. He never knew what she was up to, she was unpredictable just like Zena itself. He wold never be bored with her. He just hoped that whichever lady he chose, the one not chosen wouldn't be hurt. He hated hurting people and he wanted to be a swordsman, he thought with disdain. What had he gotten himself into not only was he two different things, he was drawn between two different profession and two different women!

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Ai’iandaroch Class Quest

Something Lost
Ai had always said that he didn’t care about his alkidike heritage but that was before his mother started to sicken in the icy north. It had come out of the blue on the tail of the winter winds before the first warm touches of Spring; a flu, a cold, simple enough except this one was different; tough and hearty. It dug long claws into his mother’s lungs and aimed to strangle her heart. She was a tall girl, and healthy, initially no one had been worried, they all just suffered through the projectile sneezes and cleaned up as well as possible, but then the 24/7 coughing started and she became weaker, losing speed and strength at an alarmingly fast rate. Then everything changed. Ai and his father dragged every iceling healer that they could before her and despite their heraculean efforts and her recalcitrant grumpings and grumblings, nothing improved her condition.

Eventually his father pulled him aside and told him to go to Aisha to pray for hs Mother’s life. He had never planned on going, he was afraid, but the marrow deep fear of losing his mother out weighed the skin deep nervousness that had made the idea so unattractive so far. So he left helter, skelter for Jauhar and their last remaining hope for his mother. He had been in Jauhar once before, again under desperate circumstances and a part of him was unimpressed with experiencing the place again in dire need of life and death help.

The closer he got to Chibale the more Alks he saw and the more strange looks he gathered. It felt like there were eyes on him, glancing across his skin, making him itch under their scrutiny, there were plenty of people looking at him but it still felt like there were more hidden, potentially with indidious purposes. He took to the boat like he had a pack of Hell Hounds after him. By now he was being vicseraly tugged toward the island by Aisha herself he assumed. It felt like someone had hooked their fingers under the hem of his shirt and were tugging him forward. A part of him now at least felt peaceful as Aisha’s hold on him got a better grasp on him, this child she had not seen for years of a daughter likewise so. There was no one else in the glade when he arrived so the great tree let him explore among her roots for a little while before poking him to get to the point. He knelt in the rich soil at her broad base and canted his head up to catch the rays that filtered through the canopy.

“Aisha I have come to pray for my mother’s life, she caught ill unexpectedly and has not recovered, each day she deteriorates to my Father’s torment. No amount of combined muscle can aid her now, I am helpless, my father is helpless and the only strength she has left resides in her spirit.” His words were even, lightly touched by grief and regret until the end where his voice broke. Stuttering and broken he continued, “I d-don’t know what to d-do.”

Something Found
The great tree seemed to pulse, searching for her lost daughter, then seemed to sigh, it was a fatal illness from what she could tell from here, But what to do about her boy here? He would not makie it back to Zena in time.
Ai was overcome by a very strong sense of comfort all the more powerful because it was not generated by himself. Everything would be alright. The feeling was so powerful he passed out at her base in a daze, to be collected by his sisters later and snugged away in a cozy hammock, for once he was in a completely dreamless sleep free from worry or care.

When he opened his eyes, he was sure that his mother was gone, maybe if they had brought her here earlier, but no there was no use in regret, she was gone she was with Aisha now, and there she would stay. Ai rose out of the hammock, albeit awkwardly, nearly dumping himself out to many giggles from his sisters. Maybe it wouldn’t have been so bad living as an Alk, he thought as he made his way back to the tree. He brushed a hand along the bark and felt his mother’s soul brush against him, thus comforted he stayed under Aisha’s boughs for a long, long time. Now he knew he could see his mother anytime all he had to do was return to Aisha. In the meantime, his poor Father had no such escape, held by Alkidike tradition out of the sacred. Ai had to return to try and bring his father his comfort, this gift that the tree had given him.

The loss of his mother would change his life forever, one more tie cut, om more change. But now at least with Aisha’s newfound guidance he knew he could get through this. His Mother would be gone, his father broken in the pieces that remained but Ai’iandaroch would see to it that none of those still living got destroyed by this tragedy. Death was a part of life you could not have birth without death, sun without darkness, everything on Tendaji was meant to be in balance, always changing but still balanced. Their duty was to hold on to fond memories, lessons learned and strive to live a full life until tomorrow when the whole process would start over in an endless gyrating cycle. Life was unpredicatable, death a certainty, his mother would live on inside him and his own children and so on and so forth until the end of time whenever that may be. For now he would be himself, work through his grief with his Father once the Aisha induced nubmess wore off and he was back in his own home, motherless. But at the very least he would not be haunted, he knew where she was, most likely laughing with Aisha over their antics on Tendaji. He would make his father a sword based off his mother to hang on the mantelpiece, a fine silver sword, and when the time came he would make a sword that reflected himself, something he could take proudly into battle, a reminder to be true to himself as his Mother had been true to her last breath.
He would honor her, his Father and his sweet Myrida and anyone else he saw fit, he would have lost of grandchildren for her to watch over and carry on her dauntless spirit. That was her legacy, her body had failed but her spirit never would. He felt immeasurably lucky to have her as his mother.
Now it was time to write his own story, he would change, no long the shy hybrid of before, he knew who he was, accepted both halves of his soul, and was ready to take on the world, sword in hand. He would stay in Zena until his father was a) ready to travel or b) able to live on his own again, then Ai would leave to see new places, start a family, learn about new things, new people. Truly live, instead of hiding in small towns selling trinkets. He would not give up him smithing hobby, he didn’t think he was capable of it, but he would expand into his weapon, become a competent swordsman so that he would be prepared to take on more challenges. He would not worry about the things he could not change but he would fight sword, tooth and nail to change the things he could to give himself and his family a better life. And he would always be sure to make time for fun. Fun had been very much a part of his mother and so he would embrace it and make it a part of himself as well. He would still be himself, but better, stronger more charming.

Something Achieved
He could do it, he could pull it off. He mused over his plans, slowly and thoroughly on the long way home to Zena. He was already changed, more confident where others in the same circumstances would be destroyed Aisha was a gift, a creator, a well of knowledge and emotion as ancient as the stars. Without her he would be broken right now.

Before his departure from Zena he would also go to the Iceling elders and ask for their wisdom on how to lead a full and happy life; he was pretty sure that their opinions would be somewhere along the lines of stay in Zena and eat fish for the rest of your miserable life, but he wanted both sides of his story, not just the Alkidike side. Surely some of them had also traveled before and would therefore heave tips and tricks for keeling the average iceling happy. Not that he was average anymore or ever truly iceling but it was a part of his heritage and he took pride in it as well. He was not just on the others, he would always be both, not divided but one, a blend of two worlds, two abilities, to ideas. He was himself, who he wanted to be and that was what truly mattered in the end, the only thing that should ever have mattered to him. Not what others thought or felt but his thoughts, his feelings and his opinions.

But like his mother he would never forget those who guided him, his friends, his family or the lessons he had learned as a young apprentice in Zena. And so he was restruck from the crucible in a different shape but still holding close to the core values that had formed the basis of his being. It was time to seize the day and seize the moment to make the world feel his presence to bow before the new him. But he was never to forget his beginnings and always to remember to be humble, to not let his confidence become arrogance. To never loose hope.

1.1 Ai had taken a jolting step into adulthood with the loss of his mother, but instead of breaking, with the help of Aisha he gets to connect with his Alk side, become stronger and more capable mentally by looking ahead, not behind and by planning brighter things for his future. His mother inspired him not to hold back and her loss shoots him into the future with a promise to be truer to himself; more brave, more bold.

Dawn Horizon with Myrida