As she sat once more on the beach on Thalasia, she saw the swooping approach of another large shadow in the sky and her spirit lifted...Sorath...she thought but...the form didn't shine quite as brightly, its colouring different and although it had great wings, when it finally landed, she realised it was a friendly celestial but it was not him.
He tucked wing behind back as he landed, then strode with long legs towards her, his head towering some three freet above her own.
"Barratiel" he introduced himself with a courteous bow of his large head, his voice deep and smooth "My name is Barr...." she stared up at him a little wide eyed, her lavender eyes holding his silver-grey ones."Hmm..." he chuckled "You are easy to recognise as his child even with the mark"
She acknowledged his words by inclining her head and asking him of his purpose.
"I am a general in Pelor's forces and good friend of your father...I offer you my sword m'lady...you may call upon me to stand as your guardian and right hand. Sorath sent me to support you as he cannot be here himself."
"I also came to give you message from the Shining One...he.... knows of your intentions and bids you look to your heart and mind...deep within your soul...and under his favour you will find the divine resources to also help you for what you are considering...you will find your own way m'lady...but Pelor is caring and merciful and also tries to help his children"
They spoke a while then and she learned a little more about him, this planetar and of his service and abilities. The time was short however, shorter than she would have liked being another connection to her father. He unfolded his wings and made to leave...attempting to explain...
"A last word of warning m'lady Naya...." his expression became serious then "....my presence to serve you at each calling is limited...use the power of touch to your mark and call upon my name only at times of great need and I will be with you m'lady for as long as I can be" and with another bow he turned on his heel, beating wings, took off to the skies and she was alone once more.
"Where Angels Dare"
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Naya'il and Piri on the beach of Thalasia, Elysium.
The one...contemplating the far distant island wistfully...the other, wondering if there are any fun sea creatures to play with (or is that torment?) on the shore.
A rare sight these days to catch them together.
Naya'il, alone there again the next morning.
The one...contemplating the far distant island wistfully...the other, wondering if there are any fun sea creatures to play with (or is that torment?) on the shore.
A rare sight these days to catch them together.
Naya'il, alone there again the next morning.
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"Has Kelth spoken with you yet?" I asked.
"No...was it something...crucial?" was the monotoned reply from the yellow-skinned warrior.
"Um no..." I didn't like to admit to Karath'rok the things on my mind and let it go.
..and we both turned and walked towards the stone door of that cavern, scythe and axes in hand, to face the multitude of evils that we knew awaited us. While our missions were different the end result satisfied us both. The githzerai warrior trained and resourced, the divine warrior that I seek to be continued to fight for my calling of my gods. It was of mutual benefit and a fine pairing of purpose. Afterwards, we spent some time discussing his trade and craft and in exchange for a precious gem he agreed to fulfil one enchantment on the silver scythe and complete further enchantments for both in the future. Good...I have precious little coin left and only a gem or two to do trade. Somehow..I need to find a better way to make some jink or I shall soon have trouble paying my rent of room at the Inn.
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She managed to grab onto the end of the tail and hang on as it swished about in irritation.
"Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"
The high pitched cry of fun spilled out of her as she 'rode' the tail, giggling with delight. It was only when the male tiefling made threat to slice of her wings and sell them to the masked merchant in the bazaar did she let go of the fun to hide behind the more friendly male elf that stood by the fence. A clanking sound nearby heralding an invisible person caught her attention and its voice was raised up in support of the tiefling's. The fact that she hadn't 'paid' for the pleasure of the tail-ride making it without permission was neither here nor there. There were no rules that tail-rides were not free and even if there had been such rules, she'd not pay attention to them much anywho. The tiefling continued to tease her by ficking his tail in front of her, but something else distracted her then and she buzzed off and away from the Inn.
"No...was it something...crucial?" was the monotoned reply from the yellow-skinned warrior.
"Um no..." I didn't like to admit to Karath'rok the things on my mind and let it go.
..and we both turned and walked towards the stone door of that cavern, scythe and axes in hand, to face the multitude of evils that we knew awaited us. While our missions were different the end result satisfied us both. The githzerai warrior trained and resourced, the divine warrior that I seek to be continued to fight for my calling of my gods. It was of mutual benefit and a fine pairing of purpose. Afterwards, we spent some time discussing his trade and craft and in exchange for a precious gem he agreed to fulfil one enchantment on the silver scythe and complete further enchantments for both in the future. Good...I have precious little coin left and only a gem or two to do trade. Somehow..I need to find a better way to make some jink or I shall soon have trouble paying my rent of room at the Inn.
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She managed to grab onto the end of the tail and hang on as it swished about in irritation.
"Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"
The high pitched cry of fun spilled out of her as she 'rode' the tail, giggling with delight. It was only when the male tiefling made threat to slice of her wings and sell them to the masked merchant in the bazaar did she let go of the fun to hide behind the more friendly male elf that stood by the fence. A clanking sound nearby heralding an invisible person caught her attention and its voice was raised up in support of the tiefling's. The fact that she hadn't 'paid' for the pleasure of the tail-ride making it without permission was neither here nor there. There were no rules that tail-rides were not free and even if there had been such rules, she'd not pay attention to them much anywho. The tiefling continued to tease her by ficking his tail in front of her, but something else distracted her then and she buzzed off and away from the Inn.
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The pain....has dulled to an achy throb now provided I stay still. It is not the piercing fire that was driven into my very soul from their hammers to the wing bones. I lie on my front on the bed, prone as instructed, lightly clothed, wings in bandages..the robes and armour placed to the closet. I dare not move much else that fire returns with an intensity that brings tears to my eyes.
The ache of my head on account of imbibing that firewine has receded also. My faith in Pelor's merciful nature tested but twas my weakness not his lack of support that caused me to reach for that bottle of firewine. I am....part-human after all and not infallible...and ...that pain....was...excruciating.
With their help...their combined help...Kelth, dearest friend...Karath'rok, Piri...Pelor and the power he gives to help me regenerate the bones...I will mend.
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"I will begin....tae explain tha procedure.....I crushed tha gem...intae poowder...an' made a mixture o' it..accordin' tae wha I read...after Karath an me break 'em.....'aving them boound wiv clean, bandages.....drenched in holy wa'er.....an' mixed wiv me mixture in between...on yer wing itself an' tween tha bandage....will alloow yer bone structure tae reform as t'was meant tae become from yer birth.."
He had drawn out her wings on the chalkboard and demonstrated his theory to them both.
"They be needin' tae be broken....-'ere-" he marked the spots in symmetry
"After tha'...me an' Karath will begin tae apply tha mixture I prepared..followed by tha application o' tha holy watered wrappin's ...I 'ave a large stock o' fresh, holy wrappin's fer tha aftercare.."
"What..should I...I mean...how do you want me.....where?"
"Hmm..that is ..a good..question...'ave reason tae believe....under tha watch o' tha sacred statues 'ere.."
They agreed that the would-be altar would be suitable.
"Oour deed might actually......find blessin' from yer deity....my dearest friend.."
"I need tae knoow.... this will be...-extremely- filled wiv pain lass..... an ye kin nae coount on tha mercy o' me.....or Karath......if ye want us tae do it proper..... "
Naya closed her eyes briefly "I am..fully aware of that..but...know this.. I have lived with some of this pain...all my life...I do wish you to do it....proper"
"Thar be a way tae..... 'ave ye feel less thoough.... ahhh allrooit.... I broought tha most 'eavy bottle o'me collection o' firewine thoough..drink 'alf o' it.....and ye will be sure tae feel....t'least 'alf tha pain."
"Pelor is merciful he will ensure that I bear no more than I can manage"
She unfastened her cloak, unwrapped her wing-bindings and knelt at the altar, spreading the wings out with a slight groan across the width of it, herself to the centre. The two checked again at the chalkboard, to be sure of the location, now they had her wings before them. Kelth to her left, Karath'rok to her right wing. They positioned their hammers, pressing down her wings to the altar.
Naya'il mumbled a quiet prayer, head now resting to the altar, body tensed.
"Bless their craft and skill Shining One, may your guiding light, guide their hands true"
Kelth counted from three and in synchronous timing, their hammers came thundering down, each blow bringing a precise powerful hit to the exact spots on her wings. The eerie sound of breaking bones reflected against the walls of the ruins.
"MmmmaaaaAARRRHH" She cried out, feeling the wing bones break to their beating hammers, her fingers clenched tightly, she bit down on her lip and blood flowed from the cut. Steeling herself for more she held on to her silence from then forth as they continued.
Bones broken, they both used the vials of holy water and mixture, rubbing it to the wounds, along the edges, gently but purposefully.
She kept her face averted from them as they worked, kissed the altar, her lip bleeding from its cut and made another quiet prayer, her sobbing quiet.
After all mixture was spent, Kelth began to wrap the left wing, mindful of the feathers yet ensuring it covered the wound well. The process was time consuming. Karath'rok followed Kelth's lead to the finest detail, expressing no emotion, simply carrying out his part of the task cooly and dispassionately, with skilled precision.
At Naya's cry, Piri had turned from her guarding position to cry out her own shock." Naya! hang in there....ye hurtin her.....don be hurtin her..." she had pretty much given up her guarding, sobbing dramatically watching them at work on her angel-girl friend.
"We do it tae 'elp 'er....." Kelth glanced at Piri, his eyes moist again as he completed the final bandaging".. nae think we enjoy this..."
As they touched her broken wings, Naya inwardly winced again, the rest of her body now shuddering with the pain and her attempt to control it.....And then she gave up...
Her hand reached for that bottle...fumbled for it and with Kelth's help brought it to her lips, with another quiet sob, proceeded to gulp it down, choaking, some of the liquid dribbled down her chin. She coughed on the wine, pacing her swallows, felt the warmth of the firey brew flow down her throat and warm her insides, slowly, slowly easing some of the pain. Having probably imbibed more than the recommended quarter, less than a half, but it was hard to tell as she let the bottle fall and the rest of the liquid poured out on to the sand at the foot of the altar.
"Piri...." her voice rasped from her pain, but now dulled somewhat, with the occasional hiccup "...ssssalright Piri....be...fine....ssssweetheart...I'll....be able to fly with you after this.....play with you..."" Breathing hard now she laid one more kiss to the altar
Piri buzzed about maniacally for a little longer then tutting, reassured by her mistress, resumed her guard, still clearly upset.
"Ye kin nae sleep on yer back fer at least twa weeks.... be mindfull o' tha....sleep on yer stomach..."
They had both supported her to her feet and helped her back through the portal to an Inn room, this time one with a bath, Kelth saying he would sort it out with Gundul. She could barely focus, her words slurring from the impact of the firewine and she was drained of all strength...she remembered touching warm-smooth with her left, cool-rough with her right but lost consciousness soon after that. Kelth had instructed the pixie to help her with robe, told her it was her task too now to care for the girl, Piri thanked them both and waited for the two males to leave the room before tugging Naya's robes off of her as the girl lay now face down into the pillow softly snoring. Piri fluttered about more like an anxious chick than a mother-hen, seeing the angel-girl to right before catching up with the two outside.
The ache of my head on account of imbibing that firewine has receded also. My faith in Pelor's merciful nature tested but twas my weakness not his lack of support that caused me to reach for that bottle of firewine. I am....part-human after all and not infallible...and ...that pain....was...excruciating.
With their help...their combined help...Kelth, dearest friend...Karath'rok, Piri...Pelor and the power he gives to help me regenerate the bones...I will mend.
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"I will begin....tae explain tha procedure.....I crushed tha gem...intae poowder...an' made a mixture o' it..accordin' tae wha I read...after Karath an me break 'em.....'aving them boound wiv clean, bandages.....drenched in holy wa'er.....an' mixed wiv me mixture in between...on yer wing itself an' tween tha bandage....will alloow yer bone structure tae reform as t'was meant tae become from yer birth.."
He had drawn out her wings on the chalkboard and demonstrated his theory to them both.
"They be needin' tae be broken....-'ere-" he marked the spots in symmetry
"After tha'...me an' Karath will begin tae apply tha mixture I prepared..followed by tha application o' tha holy watered wrappin's ...I 'ave a large stock o' fresh, holy wrappin's fer tha aftercare.."
"What..should I...I mean...how do you want me.....where?"
"Hmm..that is ..a good..question...'ave reason tae believe....under tha watch o' tha sacred statues 'ere.."
They agreed that the would-be altar would be suitable.
"Oour deed might actually......find blessin' from yer deity....my dearest friend.."
"I need tae knoow.... this will be...-extremely- filled wiv pain lass..... an ye kin nae coount on tha mercy o' me.....or Karath......if ye want us tae do it proper..... "
Naya closed her eyes briefly "I am..fully aware of that..but...know this.. I have lived with some of this pain...all my life...I do wish you to do it....proper"
"Thar be a way tae..... 'ave ye feel less thoough.... ahhh allrooit.... I broought tha most 'eavy bottle o'me collection o' firewine thoough..drink 'alf o' it.....and ye will be sure tae feel....t'least 'alf tha pain."
"Pelor is merciful he will ensure that I bear no more than I can manage"
She unfastened her cloak, unwrapped her wing-bindings and knelt at the altar, spreading the wings out with a slight groan across the width of it, herself to the centre. The two checked again at the chalkboard, to be sure of the location, now they had her wings before them. Kelth to her left, Karath'rok to her right wing. They positioned their hammers, pressing down her wings to the altar.
Naya'il mumbled a quiet prayer, head now resting to the altar, body tensed.
"Bless their craft and skill Shining One, may your guiding light, guide their hands true"
Kelth counted from three and in synchronous timing, their hammers came thundering down, each blow bringing a precise powerful hit to the exact spots on her wings. The eerie sound of breaking bones reflected against the walls of the ruins.
"MmmmaaaaAARRRHH" She cried out, feeling the wing bones break to their beating hammers, her fingers clenched tightly, she bit down on her lip and blood flowed from the cut. Steeling herself for more she held on to her silence from then forth as they continued.
Bones broken, they both used the vials of holy water and mixture, rubbing it to the wounds, along the edges, gently but purposefully.
She kept her face averted from them as they worked, kissed the altar, her lip bleeding from its cut and made another quiet prayer, her sobbing quiet.
After all mixture was spent, Kelth began to wrap the left wing, mindful of the feathers yet ensuring it covered the wound well. The process was time consuming. Karath'rok followed Kelth's lead to the finest detail, expressing no emotion, simply carrying out his part of the task cooly and dispassionately, with skilled precision.
At Naya's cry, Piri had turned from her guarding position to cry out her own shock." Naya! hang in there....ye hurtin her.....don be hurtin her..." she had pretty much given up her guarding, sobbing dramatically watching them at work on her angel-girl friend.
"We do it tae 'elp 'er....." Kelth glanced at Piri, his eyes moist again as he completed the final bandaging".. nae think we enjoy this..."
As they touched her broken wings, Naya inwardly winced again, the rest of her body now shuddering with the pain and her attempt to control it.....And then she gave up...
Her hand reached for that bottle...fumbled for it and with Kelth's help brought it to her lips, with another quiet sob, proceeded to gulp it down, choaking, some of the liquid dribbled down her chin. She coughed on the wine, pacing her swallows, felt the warmth of the firey brew flow down her throat and warm her insides, slowly, slowly easing some of the pain. Having probably imbibed more than the recommended quarter, less than a half, but it was hard to tell as she let the bottle fall and the rest of the liquid poured out on to the sand at the foot of the altar.
"Piri...." her voice rasped from her pain, but now dulled somewhat, with the occasional hiccup "...ssssalright Piri....be...fine....ssssweetheart...I'll....be able to fly with you after this.....play with you..."" Breathing hard now she laid one more kiss to the altar
Piri buzzed about maniacally for a little longer then tutting, reassured by her mistress, resumed her guard, still clearly upset.
"Ye kin nae sleep on yer back fer at least twa weeks.... be mindfull o' tha....sleep on yer stomach..."
They had both supported her to her feet and helped her back through the portal to an Inn room, this time one with a bath, Kelth saying he would sort it out with Gundul. She could barely focus, her words slurring from the impact of the firewine and she was drained of all strength...she remembered touching warm-smooth with her left, cool-rough with her right but lost consciousness soon after that. Kelth had instructed the pixie to help her with robe, told her it was her task too now to care for the girl, Piri thanked them both and waited for the two males to leave the room before tugging Naya's robes off of her as the girl lay now face down into the pillow softly snoring. Piri fluttered about more like an anxious chick than a mother-hen, seeing the angel-girl to right before catching up with the two outside.
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That....tentative touch...tingled. I'd touched before, slightly, carefully...but this was different. What had changed?
I felt it through my finger tips and my reaction....was to explore it...that tingling sensation...to know it, test it, understand it. As I turned my hand over and pressed the pads of my finger tips, gently stroking, something reacted within me, opened up. The divine power that I have previously felt only through learning and prayer came spontaneously this time to the fore, surging through mind and body, channelled through the finger tips to flow past and beyond into that touch, taking the last regenerative spell I had recently used on myself and applied it to another...despite no spoken word, conscious thought or prayer....or need for that matter.
Curious....very curious. I would need to study this further...if not properly ...controlled and understood, only the gods know which spell might be brought forth against whom and when....hmmm. This gave me pause for thought. A puzzle to think about while I was recovering.
I felt it through my finger tips and my reaction....was to explore it...that tingling sensation...to know it, test it, understand it. As I turned my hand over and pressed the pads of my finger tips, gently stroking, something reacted within me, opened up. The divine power that I have previously felt only through learning and prayer came spontaneously this time to the fore, surging through mind and body, channelled through the finger tips to flow past and beyond into that touch, taking the last regenerative spell I had recently used on myself and applied it to another...despite no spoken word, conscious thought or prayer....or need for that matter.
Curious....very curious. I would need to study this further...if not properly ...controlled and understood, only the gods know which spell might be brought forth against whom and when....hmmm. This gave me pause for thought. A puzzle to think about while I was recovering.
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I'd had enough of the room and, wings still in bandages with the cloak barely covering them, I ventured out to the market to sell some items. I met Karath'rok there and gave him a few things for Piri, sold some vials and gems. I didn't stop around for long and having taken a light stroll, energy waning I headed back to the Inn to order a drink and some soup and sit quietly.
Vale arrived and kept me company as I ate and talked of his forthcoming retirement. A shame, I thought, and told him so, he talks of retiring when I feel I have only just begun on my path. We spoke of his resignation from the Harmonium, his struggles with superiors and demon, the scar to his face (I took a look but twas vile damage and nothing I could help with)...he sounded...disillusioned and unhappy with his lot on the whole. A shame.
When he took his leave, Sondaal arrived and we both stood together at the musical box, something I'd surprisingly not played with before. We pushed buttons and chose tunes together, all the while looked upon by a newcomer. It was Sondaal in the end who agreed to sit with the man and allow introduction and I found the conversation in the end pleasant and untaxing given my still weakened state. I took the plunge when asked about the bandaged humps, I told the two that they were wings and owned up to being half-celestial...I was going to stand proud and strong, no longer hide and strap wing back anymore...as I had told Kelth and Karath'rok that afew nights before.
We also spoke of the sensates and I discovered something more of Sondaal that made me smile at a potential connection and budding friendship...she is more wiser than I of the city and dealings with men having grown up in the Hive Ward. It was a relaxing and quiet evening but I tired quickly and headed to my bed soon enough.
Vale arrived and kept me company as I ate and talked of his forthcoming retirement. A shame, I thought, and told him so, he talks of retiring when I feel I have only just begun on my path. We spoke of his resignation from the Harmonium, his struggles with superiors and demon, the scar to his face (I took a look but twas vile damage and nothing I could help with)...he sounded...disillusioned and unhappy with his lot on the whole. A shame.
When he took his leave, Sondaal arrived and we both stood together at the musical box, something I'd surprisingly not played with before. We pushed buttons and chose tunes together, all the while looked upon by a newcomer. It was Sondaal in the end who agreed to sit with the man and allow introduction and I found the conversation in the end pleasant and untaxing given my still weakened state. I took the plunge when asked about the bandaged humps, I told the two that they were wings and owned up to being half-celestial...I was going to stand proud and strong, no longer hide and strap wing back anymore...as I had told Kelth and Karath'rok that afew nights before.
We also spoke of the sensates and I discovered something more of Sondaal that made me smile at a potential connection and budding friendship...she is more wiser than I of the city and dealings with men having grown up in the Hive Ward. It was a relaxing and quiet evening but I tired quickly and headed to my bed soon enough.
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This time....without even needing to touch...and not just a sense of the pain as once I had near felt from Kelth on speaking about his brother...but the reality of it...
I was linked to this person by a divine spell, attempting something new, a means to reach out to a man and test connection without commitment of actual physical touch...yet...to someone who was really only a bare acquaintance...that test would have to wait. I hid the spell within a mass of quietly muttered prayers...one simple one lost amongst the many...hoping it would pass unnoticed...just..one more protection...
I winced as I felt the painful affect of the burning acid that a dryad cast forth at his face and form...the abrasion of the claw-like branches swiping and thudding from a treant into him felt like a wallop to my own chest and I couldn't help but emit a quiet groan of my own. As I shielded him from the most of it, I let him make the fighting, only holding scythe protectively in front to fend should it be needed....I still felt unbalanced in moving too suddenly with the sore wings...
End result? Satisfactory. I am no martyr...I do this to try to help another, feel...needed...share something, make tentative connection without risk of repercussion of another kind of hurt I have no wish to experience again...I would try this prayer with him again or others increasing in difficulty over time, knowing that I could take on some of their defenses...it's....a start...until I feel more comfortable in their presence to reach out and...explore that puzzle.
I was linked to this person by a divine spell, attempting something new, a means to reach out to a man and test connection without commitment of actual physical touch...yet...to someone who was really only a bare acquaintance...that test would have to wait. I hid the spell within a mass of quietly muttered prayers...one simple one lost amongst the many...hoping it would pass unnoticed...just..one more protection...
I winced as I felt the painful affect of the burning acid that a dryad cast forth at his face and form...the abrasion of the claw-like branches swiping and thudding from a treant into him felt like a wallop to my own chest and I couldn't help but emit a quiet groan of my own. As I shielded him from the most of it, I let him make the fighting, only holding scythe protectively in front to fend should it be needed....I still felt unbalanced in moving too suddenly with the sore wings...
End result? Satisfactory. I am no martyr...I do this to try to help another, feel...needed...share something, make tentative connection without risk of repercussion of another kind of hurt I have no wish to experience again...I would try this prayer with him again or others increasing in difficulty over time, knowing that I could take on some of their defenses...it's....a start...until I feel more comfortable in their presence to reach out and...explore that puzzle.
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Piri, annoyed for the umpteenth time at being called "fairy" posts a note in the tavern:
Ta all you berks
A fairy has human-like skin, human-like hair, and butterfly like wings. They usually wear cothes. Fairies are generally kind & timid. Usually spend their time among flowers 'n bugs.
I'm a bleedin PIXIE! admittedly me hair's more whitish, the wings are more like a dragonfly's in shape 'n I bin told by me Unca Theo ta wear the lil dress 'stead of me skinny skin skin out o decency ta the angel-girl. Oh...and I'm as good as gold, no pranks me...nuh uh.
Got it?
Piri
Ta all you berks
A fairy has human-like skin, human-like hair, and butterfly like wings. They usually wear cothes. Fairies are generally kind & timid. Usually spend their time among flowers 'n bugs.
I'm a bleedin PIXIE! admittedly me hair's more whitish, the wings are more like a dragonfly's in shape 'n I bin told by me Unca Theo ta wear the lil dress 'stead of me skinny skin skin out o decency ta the angel-girl. Oh...and I'm as good as gold, no pranks me...nuh uh.
Got it?
Piri
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I could do it the easy way...or I could do it the Kelth McEwan way. I said "Yours" without hesitation.
It began with an examination of the wings and alot of encouragement just to try to take flight before handling a weapon as well. So I left the scythes, followed suggestion, closed eyes and listened to his voice. Barratiel could have helped but...this training was not really a critial situation to summon him to my side.
I scraped foot against Kelth's shoulder as I finally lifted myself the six or so feet off the ground, tilted at an angle to nearly reach a horizontal flying position and hovered forward, flying..yes..flying...over his head to land again some five feet on the sandy beach behind him. Much better..much more powerful, better than before when the wings were malformed and I was unable to do much more than lift my tall body a foot to the air. It was...a good start..no.....a very good start.
I rested and we sat together on the beach, Kelth seemed distracted and spoke of simpler times when there was no feelings of judgement and proceeded to share a childhood experience.
The feelings from the sensory stone and the power of the poem recounted by an elder, a mentor of his?...I saw as if through his eyes were warming, nostalgic, wishful from the eyes of a child...one word from that poem, in the last refain stayed with me....fairytale...the feelings that moment evoked brought a tear to my eye and I held the stone close to my heart.....
...it reminded me of my own wistful ones as I looked into that large shell in the Beastland cave and spoke to another about the contents or lack thereof...."a girl can dream can't she?"..even when you know in reality something is unlikely to happen, you don't want your childhood dreams and fairytales to be spoiled and lose hope...the sensate side of me thinks that I should keep hoping, keep looking and perhaps one day the dream will become the truth.
It began with an examination of the wings and alot of encouragement just to try to take flight before handling a weapon as well. So I left the scythes, followed suggestion, closed eyes and listened to his voice. Barratiel could have helped but...this training was not really a critial situation to summon him to my side.
I scraped foot against Kelth's shoulder as I finally lifted myself the six or so feet off the ground, tilted at an angle to nearly reach a horizontal flying position and hovered forward, flying..yes..flying...over his head to land again some five feet on the sandy beach behind him. Much better..much more powerful, better than before when the wings were malformed and I was unable to do much more than lift my tall body a foot to the air. It was...a good start..no.....a very good start.
I rested and we sat together on the beach, Kelth seemed distracted and spoke of simpler times when there was no feelings of judgement and proceeded to share a childhood experience.
The feelings from the sensory stone and the power of the poem recounted by an elder, a mentor of his?...I saw as if through his eyes were warming, nostalgic, wishful from the eyes of a child...one word from that poem, in the last refain stayed with me....fairytale...the feelings that moment evoked brought a tear to my eye and I held the stone close to my heart.....
...it reminded me of my own wistful ones as I looked into that large shell in the Beastland cave and spoke to another about the contents or lack thereof...."a girl can dream can't she?"..even when you know in reality something is unlikely to happen, you don't want your childhood dreams and fairytales to be spoiled and lose hope...the sensate side of me thinks that I should keep hoping, keep looking and perhaps one day the dream will become the truth.
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So I wear the warpaint..."None shall do that to you"..and I find myself marked now for openly supporting him, guarding him. Piri thinks me mad... Sondaal...understands.. as I understand her need to take the minimum of risk, though she helps in her own way and for that I am proud of her...and begin to think of her as a good friend, one I can open up to and trust.
She helped me in another way recently.. a test, a touch, a hug and I owe her much for taking time with me....I also had to shield her instead of Kelth the one time in the Abyss, the weaker needed me more and that is the way of it. I know Kelth would understand I had to do that.
I learned something else that day, a new battle tactic, a need to support at the rear of the group and I found that difficult but rewarding in its own way. My skills lend to that as much as they lend to being to the fore-front of battle and smiting those great evils with a resounding slice of my war-scythe.
Training with Karath'rok or Kelth, the partnership of our combined skills needs no words spoken, we are in sync, responsive, know our roles, know our strengths and weaknesses...it..simply works. With others in the group the roles are different, command is harder...I see the difficulty Kelth had to hold us together and I gave him my thoughts....but it is a learning process. New companions joined....a strong full-helmed warrior Dra'noth who puzzled me, promoting me to leader without pause, confusingly... I will get to the bottom of that one....an elf La'Feya...very skilled in her arcane magics and supportive from a distance....it changed the roles of the team, and led to some difficulties and compromises....but interesting nonetheless.
I am warrior....yes..but I am also healer, protector, sensate....I find out each day what else I can be, see and try...and...it is rewarding to feel myself growing. Like a petal unfurling to the sun I feel myself stronger, more capable, turning my face upwards to those rays, to more purpose and....daring to try things...slowly...I stand tall and proud, no long afraid...no longer so vunerable...but able to help those that find themselves in that position...Sondaal for one, Elrik also, Gwendyn another...and Kelth....less vunerable perhaps but no less in need.....sympathetic to their plight, their needs not just my own....understanding, giving, sharing......daring further than I have ever before.
She helped me in another way recently.. a test, a touch, a hug and I owe her much for taking time with me....I also had to shield her instead of Kelth the one time in the Abyss, the weaker needed me more and that is the way of it. I know Kelth would understand I had to do that.
I learned something else that day, a new battle tactic, a need to support at the rear of the group and I found that difficult but rewarding in its own way. My skills lend to that as much as they lend to being to the fore-front of battle and smiting those great evils with a resounding slice of my war-scythe.
Training with Karath'rok or Kelth, the partnership of our combined skills needs no words spoken, we are in sync, responsive, know our roles, know our strengths and weaknesses...it..simply works. With others in the group the roles are different, command is harder...I see the difficulty Kelth had to hold us together and I gave him my thoughts....but it is a learning process. New companions joined....a strong full-helmed warrior Dra'noth who puzzled me, promoting me to leader without pause, confusingly... I will get to the bottom of that one....an elf La'Feya...very skilled in her arcane magics and supportive from a distance....it changed the roles of the team, and led to some difficulties and compromises....but interesting nonetheless.
I am warrior....yes..but I am also healer, protector, sensate....I find out each day what else I can be, see and try...and...it is rewarding to feel myself growing. Like a petal unfurling to the sun I feel myself stronger, more capable, turning my face upwards to those rays, to more purpose and....daring to try things...slowly...I stand tall and proud, no long afraid...no longer so vunerable...but able to help those that find themselves in that position...Sondaal for one, Elrik also, Gwendyn another...and Kelth....less vunerable perhaps but no less in need.....sympathetic to their plight, their needs not just my own....understanding, giving, sharing......daring further than I have ever before.