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[Tydus Tempest]

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She felt that our bond was strong?

The Svefra had no idea what the woman was referring to this time. She had powers of healing magic and strange phenomenon that the Svefra could not identify in her. She had spoken more than once about his bond with Vesh, something that the Svefra found off. Especially since most non-Svefra did not know their ways sufficiently to know the connection between man and animal. Several people in the past had called Vesh a pet, one even a Familiar (Whatever the petch that is...), others a circus display, and even a bondmate (Huh?), but none of these fit how truly unique the bond between Tavan and Svefra was. It was one of possible control, for Oceanus could allow him to override Vesh's mind, but he chose not to. It was a bond of friendship, mutual respect and understanding that the Svefra chose to never live without. Tydus felt Vesh's pain in a way, and vice-versa.

It was, by and large, the strongest bond he had ever formed. Even stronger than that with most of his Pod. Tydus' life was filled with rifts between himself and his pod. First, it was that of not fitting in. Memories stirred as Tydus remembered being completely incompetent at even the smallest of tasks when it came to sailing. Isolated and mocked for his idiocies, Tydus was bullied by those his age. As he grew, he turned into a man. Stronger, wiser and more able, at the very least, and the Magic Merchant had taught him the ways of Hypnotism and how to bring the pod to his side. But even then there was rejection to a large extent. His tavans of the past. The dolphin he had in his youth, released when they made their way out of its habitat and the penguin, Vesh, of now. Both influenced and shaped him, and the latter was his crutch and his saviour in ways that he couldn't quite put into words.

The man, reverted to a boy in his state of flipping through his memories, found that he was unable to sort out his feelings for any of the Pod. He was cold to it, stolen away, and the deadness was quickly beginning to fill his mind. Now that he was saved from the blindness, the despair that had distracted him from the true pit, he was at a loss, and needed another thing to fill the void with a distraction. He led the woman to a table nearby the bar, raising his hand to flag a waitress in order to draw attention away from himself.

The Svefra allowed a smile to grace his features as Janii made her way towards the Tempest and the Konti, a faint frown of recognition formed upon her features as he looked between Tydus and S'Essy, disapproval latched upon her expression,

"Yes? What is it?"

Her words clearly marked that she remembered Tydus, a soft chuckle escaping his lips as he looked her straight in the eye. He debated flickering djed into his words in order to calm the woman down and have her be more hospitable, the idea taking more and more prevalence in his mind. He wove djed into his throat and eyes, tapping into the tapestry of the energy that stemmed from his very soul as he layered a calming effect into his tone,

"T'is not very nice of ye, lassie. T'might make sense tah be mad at meh, but this Konti lass ain't done nuttin wrong."

The words had a small, but noticeable effect on the woman, spurring the Tempest to continue layering Hypnotism into his sentences.

"Perhaps ye should apologize. Then we'll take two mugs of ale, please.

He layered the suggestion into the next phrase, detailing:

He's right, that was rude... I should apologize.

The woman frowned for a moment before nodding a small apology, geared towards S'Essy before walking away.

The penguin tavan looked up to the woman, quirking its head as curiosity set itself into his eyes. The penguin looked almost amused at the woman's antics before he waddled towards her, attempting to and failing to climb onto the seat to take place with her. He decided to simply reach for her knee and place his wings on it, nodding his head up and down once to mark his approval.

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[S'Essy]

She was quite busy with the penguin. She adored him so much, she had never met a tavan. Her smile grew even wider when it accepted her request. The way he hugged her knee and as he nodded. How could she NOT like Vesh? "Then yer me friend, Vesh! And I yer friend, lad!" said, still trying to speak in the way Tydus did. But she quickly changed from that, she couldn't speak like that forever.

She looked up as the waitress came to them. She wasn't happy, in fact she looked really annoyed by seeing them. S'Essy didn't understand what was going on? Did she know Tydus? She looked at the svefra in confusion, didn't understand anything. She didn't like the waitress attitude though. The way she asked disgusted her and she would have slapped her for it. But she brushed those thoughts away, she had a great time, she didn't plan to ruin it... or let anyone to ruin it.

Tydus was still enjoying himself somehow. Talking to the woman instead of her. (It was better that way) Something was so unusual. He asked her to make an apology to S'Essy. The woman, who approached them in a rude way, did as he asked. She made an apology and went to bring them the mugs of ale. S'Essy was even more confused. "Wow... you easily changed her attitude and convinced her as easily. Impressive." She nodded and was grinning at him.

"What's your secret? Your pretty eyes or your good-look or both?" She placed her elbow on the table and lied her head on her hand. She was staring at him. He just became more interesting to her. "You could tell me tales about your journey on the sea? And also tell a thing or two about Laviku. I can tell stories if you are interested in something too."She asked him while the waitress was bringing the two mugs of ale for them.

[Tydus Tempest]

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The woman continued to speak like the Svefra, a laugh escaping the man's lips in her butchery of what the Svefra perceived to be his unique, charming accent. Of course, he had no verification that it was such, but he considered it so nonetheless, taking pride in the Svefra undertones in his voice and making almost no effort to rid himself of his choppy, and perhaps strange pronunciation and grammar. After all, the Common tongue, or what Tydus and Kel referred to as 'a normal's rabble' was by no means a language he enjoyed speaking. It was a tongue he resorted to due to the fact that it was convenient to conduct business in.

It was also the language that most lovely ladies, such as S'Essy, spoke in.

The Tempest paused when he noted the Healer's demeanor when the woman addressed them, followed by the immediate shock when Tydus persuaded her to apologize and change her attitude. To the Tempest, the art of persuasion was one he was relatively versed in, having learned it alongside the magical art of Hypnotism, but the latter was what truly did the task of taming the frustration of the barmaiden. Tydus flashed the woman a smile before shrugging coyly, looking between the barmaiden and S'Essy before he allowed a reply to escape his lips, the djed fading from his throat and returning to its normal cycle through his body.

"I guess it's me charming personality, lass. Or as ye say, teh eyes. It's always been tis way fer me. Guess I'm jus' a nice guy."

He offered S'Essy another smile, leaving her question at that. If the woman stared into his eyes, she would find that they betrayed nothing of the hidden truths and misdirection, his smile off-set and nonchalant. He stared her straight in the face for several moments before reaching for his mug of ale, flicking into his pocket with his free hand in search of a small pouch of copper and silver mizas he kept with him for such an occasion. Tydus was by no means a great actor, but time had taught him to keep his emotions on a lid, the art of Hypnotism above all enforcing the fact that to share too much of one's self with another person was to give them power over the one foolish enough to impart the knowledge.

Hiding beneath one's personal self, obscuring the truth with masks of charm and nonchalance. This was how Tydus operated, for it was the way to keep himself isolated, and to ensure that he remained untouched in the midst of swirling emotions. He was meant to be the level-headed one of the Pod, the sealed gate and the voice of reason. Especially now that the 'pod' was merely Kel; a sociopath, Adney; an innocent, but rather naive soul, and himself. He needed to keep a balance.

S'Essy then decided to switch gears, and a question, more of a request, came up that was a conflict between prideful sharing and the stirring of the beast that was memory within him. He internally struggled with it for a moment before he decided to share from the far past, images flickering in his mind of the pod when it was in its full strength and recourse. Tydus felt a pang in his chest as he began to share, though his laughter was unimpeded, his words spoken with a hearty tune,

"A've got a story or two for ye, lassy. Teh sea's an expansive 'apestry of Laviku's glory, it is. He breathes life into it, and in me travels, A've seen so very much, yet nothin, as well. Saw the fin of some massive sea beast in teh distance 'un time, looming and terrible in its wake. Got ta feel the rush of excitement when teh Pod turned tight corners in the icy glaciers of Avanthal. That was teh best time in me life, gotta say. T'was when we met Vesh's mudder, too. We spent seasons up ter, exploring teh icy wastes, navigatin' the whole blasted world in search of treasure and bounty to be 'ad. T'were the best years of me life."

Vesh continued to look at S'Essy, obviously not paying attention to Tydus, for the tavan knew Tydus' heart better than anyone. Simply by his tone the penguin understood that this was not a situation to meddle in. The bird finally managed to leap onto the seat and onto S'Essy's lap, nuzzling his beak and face into the woman's shoulder.

Under the table, Tydus' left hand gripped his knee, the pressure temporarily cutting off his circulation as his eyes glazed off and store into nothingness. A hollowness filled his soul, cut into him and expanded, but it was a wound that no Healer could treat. He allowed a breath to fill his lungs as he hurriedly reached for the mug of ale, hoping to drown the sorrows before they welled up again in their entirety.
Common | Fratava

[S'Essy]

Unbelievable. This man was unbelievable to her, not in the wrong sense. She was staring at the 'sea' in his eyes. Full of suprises and wonder. And he was refreshing from everyone in Riverfall. But he was the man of the sea, not cities were his home but Laviku's domain. She reached out for her mug and take a few sips from her ale. Not bad, she liked the ale, was fine for her.

And then he told her a tale. And she was right, he was the man of the sea. She was trying to imagine in her mind what he was telling to her. Exciting life it was, which she was always hoping for and just like mates. Like his tavan. She was wondering though what's a Pod. She was trying to imagining the icy Avanthal. Pictures appeared in her mind and she was smiling. Best years of his life. "What is this Pod?" she asked the question from the svefra.

Then her memories of her best years of her life came to mind. Syliras, the first city she has ever visited in her life. Then a young squire in the forest was in her thoughts. She looked away, still smiling as she remembered that place and that man. Markus. The first person she was together with. She missed him, she missed him very much. Then the weirdest thing stabbed her. An urge... to leave. She was trying to ignore it, she grabbed the mug and was drinking a bit, just to do something.

She also noticed that there was something with him. Was he sad? Was he trying to ignore something as well? She put down the mug, and would reach for him but then she was distracted. Vesh made his way onto her lap, nuzzling his beak and head into her shoulder. She was laughing and patted the little penguin. "Cmon Vesh, your beak is tickling me! But you are free to stay on me as long as you want, lil lad!" she patted the penguin and her attention went back on Tydus.

She was trying to continue the topic. It was best for him... and for her. She placed her hand next to her gills, showing off her webbed fingers also. "I was born in the sea. All of us are born in there. This is the gift what Laviku gave us. We are his daughters in some way."

[Tydus Tempest]

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The woman's question again brought him back to the past, the culmination of his knowledge as to what the Pod was, at least to him, was staggering. The Svefra were a people who could not survive alone, they bred and lived in the midst of the sea, communion with Laviku and his bountiful oceanic splendor by far the easiest thing to associate, but there was more. There was a camaraderie in the Svefra that was undeniable, the presence of Oceanus upon each of their bodies and woven into the fabric of their souls the shared, woven presence that bound them all together. Eyes of ocean's blue, skin of sun-kissed splendor, hands marked by the wear of the ocean, and a heart blazing the trail of exploration, the Svefra were bound to the ocean and to one another. Solitude was the death of his kind, it formed fissures in the psyche and separated them from the sea. It weakened them and injured them emotionally.

The Pod, in the Svefra's mind, was no more and no less than the embodiment of what it was to be Svefra. A Svefra without other Svefra to share grace with the ocean and share their lives with as people was a dead one, from a spiritual and emotional standpoint. Even Kel, the former warrior of the Greytide Pod, who left his Pod and blazed his own trail to Riverfall, knew this. Even Kel, the sociopath, a man of his own heart and soul, knew for a fact that without other Svefra, he was dead. Tydus knew it, at well. It would be clearly expressed in his tone, an impassioned note in his voice, that he felt strongly about the matter. His accent even began to dissolve, slightly, in the wake of the importance of what he had to share,

"Teh Svefra can't live alone, S'Essy. We're inexorably bound to one another. We live and breathe the scents and tastes of the ocean's depths, but we live and breathe for one anot'er, as well. We take in the shared presence of teh ocean's splendor, we live upon it and work together teh survive Laviku's harsh and difficult existence for us, and we do it happily. To answer your question, teh Pod is, without a doubt, the single most important aspect of a Svefra. Without it, we are nothing. But with it, we are unstoppable."

The memories flared even deeper within his mind as the faces of his Podmates flared in his thoughts, the single pang that had pierced his heart with the mention of the Pod slowly turning to a fissure that ripped abound, opening the freshly sealed wounds within his soul with the deaths of his podmates. Their lives were given back to Laviku's, and Tydus' was spared, but he realized that they had the easy way out of things. It was the ones that passed that didn't have to mourn their deaths, they entered the embrace of death at sea and no longer had to worry themselves about survival without one another. Tydus and Adney, on the other hand, did. They had to worry about what it was to continue on the sea with no means of doing so. They had to perpetuate the Pod with no access to the All-Father Laviku's domain. It was a nightmare that the Tempest scion could never wake up from.

Rather than surge in the depths of his misery, Tydus allowed himself to take out the anger on his knee, the pressure continuing to build until pain found a release from emotion, Tydus' left hand white and strained from the force, though he finally allowed it reprieve, the Tempest draining the rest of his ale before tapping on the glass with force with the hopes that the barmaiden returned to supply him with a second mug's full of the alcohol. In truth, ale was by no means his favourite beverage, but it would have to do.

The least he could do, for the moment, to take the edge off, was take a sip of rum. He did so, pulling the flask from the space created by the sash upon his waist before setting it on the table. The divine taste of the rum allowed the Tempest a measure of comfort, and he nearly scoffed at the notion that she was a daughter of Laviku. He felt no presence of Oceanus from her, and her scales and the likely set of gills to go with them labeled her as more of a fish than an actual, true daughter of the Sea God.

Tydus nearly pursed his lips at the notion, but managed to hide the expression behind a laugh as he decided to school her in what it was to be a born son or daughter of the Sea God.

The divine mark from Laviku swelled and ebbed upon the Tempest's shoulder, the whale making its way through the expanse of sea, disappearing from the mark in a wave of bubbles as a school of fish replaced it, the anemone gently swaying in the current as Tydus parted his lips to speak,

"Laviku's sons and daugh'ers are teh Svefra, lass. Yeh can be born with gills and never use them. Yeh can be born with scales n' never need them. Bein' able to breathe underwater don' mean communion with the All-Father. Yer kind is to be revered and respected, sure, but I wouldn' call ye a sister simply caus yer born in the water. What it is to experience Laviku's connection is to experience Oceanus.

Tell me, lass. When ye go into teh water, do ye feel the vibrancy of the ocean's life? Or do ye jus' feel cold water and waves? Do you see it in yer eyes and mind? Sense the fish in teh sea and respect them as they deserve? If yeh do, then I could call ye a sister, but jus' bein born as a creature o' teh sea and livin' yer life as a lubber means nothing. It doesn' make Laviku take store in yeh, nor does it earn you teh respect of teh Svefra."

The Tempest's eyes widened as he noted the almost severe intonations of his words, a cough escaping his lips as the darkness in his gaze flickered about and subsequently faded,

"... I'm sorry, lass. Didn' mean to take that out on ye. Yer me saviour, after all..."

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[S'Essy]

A family, which he understood from him. That was pod in her mind. A group of people who lived for one and another. Protecting each other, helping each other. Survive the dangers of the sea together. Amazing, by everytick she was more and more amazed about the Svefra culture. She was smiling at him, as she was imaging in her mind the Pod. Something which if they were missing, they would be nothing.

Then her mood went down, as he told him about Laviku. It was true, S'Essy wasn't marked by him. He didn't understand him fully, she couldn't experience Oceanous. She felt like a knife stabbed her heart with those words. It was harsh, really harsh. She grabbed the mug and was drinking from it. Was she deceiving herself? Perhaps Laviku really didn't care about her that much. She looked up at the Svefra. Looking at his eyes.

"Maybe you are rig.... No... you are not! " she started, a wild smile came back to her face. She wanted to prove her point. "Yes, I don't have Oceanus, yes I don't understand him as much as I would love to. But I do feel the water in my own way, I love the sea for what it is, I respect the creatures in there for what it is. I never wanted you to call me sister, I will never call you brother. We are different creatures, but you know what? My love and your love for him is not different."

"I don't expect you to respect me, but lad, if he thinks so, he will mark me. I can still love him, and I know he loves me back. I'm sure he loves every of his children, and that's enough for me. I'll learn more and more about him, till I can understand him."

She believed in that, she didn't let herself down. And probably the Svefra was right in some way, but that didn't mean anything. Then she reached her hand for his. She was smiling kindly at him. The fondness for this man grew. "You are right, not every of us use his gift. But I do, and I believe that makes me different from them. And I like you and Vesh."

[Tydus Tempest]

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Tydus was confused. The woman expressed that he had a love for Laviku, but this simply was not the case. He loved the sea. He admired the oceans and the Pods that sailed them, adored them beyond all possible understanding of the contrary. But there was no love in his heart for Laviku himself. Love was not what the God desired from his people. He demanded sacrifice. He demanded physical retribution in order to safely pass through his waters. He asked for fear and respect rather than love and adoration. Tydus had heard stories of Laviku taking a mate in the ancient times, and that was likely from where Laviku took love and gave it. The sea was rife with his creations, and upon it lived his children, the Svefra, but by no means did that mean that he loved them. Admiration, amusement, understanding and a foster to see one flourish, perhaps. But love was distinct.

To Tydus, Laviku was a negligent father that demanded gifts from his children in exchange for positive reinforcement. He was a patron to those who offered themselves to him. And to Tydus, this was enough. But, it was not love. Tydus held reverence for his deity, but love was beyond this. He held love for Laviku's creation and for his people, and perhaps, that was enough. He smiled as the woman smiled as well, a chuckle escaping his lips as he realized the drastic extent of her misunderstanding. She believed that simply because one created, that one had to love their creations. She believed that simply because life was given that love was guaranteed from its instigator. This was not the case. Tydus had seen many a member of his pod born from foreign fathers. These Svefra never saw an attempt from their father to learn their child's identity. The father never strove to understand or reach out to them. He was negligent.

Tydus was one of those that was lucky enough to be born from two Svefra, the birth mother stemming from the original Wavestrider Pod that the Tempests originated from, and... even he didn't know his birth father. The Pod became his family, and the Tempests, when they formed, became his life. Negligent was the word used to describe it, but at the very base of it all, it didn't matter in the slightest. There was gratitude from Tydus for giving him life, but he didn't love the father he had never met. Nor did he love Laviku whom he had only met in his dreams.

"Yer wrong, lass. I don't love Laviku. I respect him. I fear him. I know that every momen' I'm at sea, I'm likely ta' die. I offer him me sacrifice. Blood, gold, fish, offerings in whatever form I can muster in order to ask teh Sea God for his blessing to tread his waters, but never will I love Laviku. I don' think he asks for it, either. He asks for teh respect and teh fear. If ye've lived on teh sea, lass, you'd know this. But yer words make it absolutely clear that ye've lived the life of a lubber, which ain't necessarily a bad thing. Jus' a different one.

I've traveled all o'er this blue world of ars, teh oceans made me home for all of the years I've been breathin and eatin and living. I know more than most tat Laviku is ta be feared, caus he took everything from me. I know more than most that Laviku is ta be respected, because he kept me alive. And I know that Laviku is ta be revered, because he's ar Father and our supplier. But I won' love him. A'll love what he gives us, instead."

This was what Tydus believed was what Laviku wanted from him, and the mark of Oceanus, not turned yet into a curse or removed from his body proved to him that, at the very least, he was justified in his beliefs. Laviku was a deity who demanded from his followers, and love did not demand. Love simply... was. That was how Tydus was with the Pod, that's how it was with him.

That's who the Svefra were.
Common | Fratava

[S'Essy]

And the moment come when she felt dumb and embarassed. She was naive, too naive. It was really awkward for her as she embarassed herself before a Svefra. Her face was warm, very warm. She wanted to believe but now she realized she is arguing with him? He who knew better the God more than her. "I'm... sorry. You have the connection with him, I don't even know him.. Don't know what got into me... just forget what I said." She wished she could go back in time and erase that.

Yes she likes swimming, but she didn't anything good with it for anyone, just for herself. She couldn't even look at Tydus. She looked away, thinking a way to make this thing like it didn't happen. She was blaming herself in the head. No wonder she had hard time to get along with someone if she was that childish. She was drinking from the mug, didn't even notice that she drunk all the ale.

She felt kind of funny, she shook her head a bit. Maybe it would make her forget. But she was careful to not drink too much, she wanted to know where she is and what was she doing. And she nearly forgot. She looked down at her lap, Vesh was still there. The penguin brought the good mood back to her as she was looking at it. Maybe she should just accept the facts.

"Thank you!" She started. "For opening my eyes. I asked to get know him, and that's part of it." Then she laughed. She was laughing at herself, she was laughing at the whole situation. "I'm sorry Tydus, I promise I won't let my own stupidity to let down our fun time here." She was stretching, then for some reason she started her little tale. Maybe because of the ale, maybe because of she was daydreaming.

"I was born on the island of Mura. The island of the Konti. Peaceful and beautiful place it is, lad. Rak'keli chose to mark me, when I was born. Really peaceful place and I could help people with my power, to make everything more peaceful. Imagine that you are on an island, with your own race. And you look at each other and you know exactly what the other want. Nobody hurts each other, I don't think I even knew what violence is really, even as a healer."

She was just babbling and babbling. She also started to keep patting Vesh. "But I went away from there. Probably my fault but everyday became the same to me. I wanted to see the world for what it is. Also something was driving away from there, a strange feeling. Mura was not for me." And that was where her naivety came from, but she didn't admit that, loud at least. Then she noticed what was she doing. She came back the tavern with her mind. "That's my small, exciting tale."

[Tydus Tempest]

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Mura? The City filled with Women, if he recalled correctly. Tydus had visited the place years ago, the details of the location hazy in the shake of alcoholic splendor and rusty details. But he remembered the name. And the lovely, light-skinned, light-haired scaled women that inhabited it. His memory of the city itself was blurred, but beauty had been everywhere. Surely, it was a paradise. But, it didn't matter. The weave of the past blurred the Svefra's mind and heart as he listened to the woman's tale, the hypnotized bartender returning with Tydus' drink, though the anger had returned in her gaze. The magic had long worn off, a single suggestion and a single emotional response with no reinforcement or further magic to layer upon it was a weak, fleeting thing.

Tydus took the ale with a smile, flashing the woman a wink, which spawned both a flustered expression and one of anger, a chuckle sounding from the Tempest's lips as he returned his gaze towards S'Essy. Her story was interesting, to say the least, particularly her regarding a world without violence, yet still finding a job as a Healer. The hypocrisy of it was amusing, but it was immediately followed by a declaration of some strange compulsion. She spoke of a want to do something that she didn't quite understand. She spoke of him imagining that he was on an island of those of his own race. The two concepts were two that he understood completely, despite the difference in culture.

Perhaps they weren't so different after all. The primary difference that he could see was that Mura was static, and open to others to dock in. The Sloop, the Waverunner's Fist, was not. That had been Tydus' island, comprised entirely of Svefra, a single, fluid family that lived on their moving island. It was a culture that some considered strange, a culture that adopted isolation and supremacy of the sea. One that brandished superiority and encouraged a fitness to survive or death. But, it was his culture, and the Svefra worked with one another to ensure that none would die unnecessarily.

"Ye speakin' in terms I understan now, lassie. Yeh speak of an islan' of only yer kind? Was raised with nuttin' but Svefra far as teh eye can se. The firs' time I saw a normal when I was already a young lad. T'was in Zeltiva, actually. Long time ago. Firs' time we were out ta land n' I was ol' enough to come off teh ship. Didn' even know he wasn' Svefra til... I don' even know."

A chuckle passed from the Svefra's lips as he raised his glass, tipping back his throat and allowing several sips of ale to pour down and settle in his stomach. A smile graced his lips again as he pulled his shoulders into a shrug.

"T'is so much differen' than other tales A've 'eard. More of an independence streak than a really exciting story, but if it got ye off Mura and to Riverfall in time to heal me up like ye did, I'm glad for it, lass. Ye did me a big favour."

The Tempest scion cast his gaze about, a flickering about as if he were searching for something to distract or amuse. He was not becoming bored with the woman's presence, but to linger for too long in a bar was a waste of time.

"Ye really wanna know what it's like to commune with Laviku, lass? We could go to teh beaches. I'll show ye how Oceanus works."

Common | Fratava

[S'Essy]

And he was not the only one she did a big favor with that. Memories of Syliras and Markus came to her mind again, bothering her. Why now? What was it that made her remember things like that again. She was focusing to make them go away. She didn't need them, she didn't want to ruin her own mood for the 10th times. She looked at the Svefra, and was confused for a bit. Was he looking for something or someone?

Then she turned her head down to the penguin. Like Vesh could give her any answer. But she didn't need to ask, Tydus told her exactly what he wanted. An offering to show her, Oceanus. S'Essy was thinking for a brief moment. After their talk she was really doubting herself, but then she got the courage to see the truth and nodded. "Yes, let's go there!" she said with a smile.

With both of her hands, she picked up Vesh. "Sorry me friend! Time for us to go." With that she stood up with the Tavan but she took him down. She was sure he would prefer to go on his own feet, not someone holding him. She looked at Tydus and she was heading out. "Shall we?" Found herself back at the streets, she would again follow Tydus wherever he wanted to lead her.