Time Stamp: 40th of Spring, 506AV
Location: Thunder Bay and Unforgiving
Who: Arvo and Turrin
Leaning up against a leafless oak tree, Turrin keep his eyes on the road looking for a man named Arvo. Supposedly this man was supposed to be his hunting mentor till Turrin had a grasp on the terrain around Wind Reach. Turrin learned the basics of hunting and tracking from his father, but he his knowledge of hunting was primarily focused on the jungles of Falyndar and not the mountains of Kalea, so he was at a disadvantage compared to his Inarta peers. The Valintar told him that he was chiet, so if this Arvo was a Avora, he would have to listen to him without question. Turrin was never to keen on being a mindless lackey to anybody, so he would definitely be question his avora's judgment if he was a complete idiot. The avora who placed him with Arvo told him that he was mongrel, so he just had to look for a man with black hair, deathly white shin, and golden eyes. It couldn't be hard to spot him in a crowd full of gingers. Honestly, Turrin was relieved that the man wasn't a full blooded inarta because for the last four weeks, he had been singled out and harassed by the ginger barbarians for being a half breed. The black eye and bruises told were the proof that he wasn't going to put with the torment without a fight.
On the other hand, Kaya his twin sister had started to meld into Inarta society quite nicely. Never admitting to her, Turrin wondered if her comely appearance and outgoing personality was the reason that she had more success in her mother's homeland. Kaya looked like his inarta mother, Ceela, but she had the coloring of her father. It was odd combination indeed, but she definitely got a lot of stares from the ginger barbarians. Turrin knew his sister would rise the castes faster than him because she was a artist in Taloba, so she had past experience to land her apprenticeship as a glassblower in the city. Unlike him, Turrin knew Kaya was going to be someone important in Wind Reach. He just hoped that he was alive to see her achieve her dreams come true.
Turrin pictured her eventually catching the eye of endal, and she would move into a aeries in the skies. In Taloba, Kaya was considered useless because she didn't want to be a warrior; however, the daily beatings from Grandmother, who was clan leader, convinced his sister to at least try to act like a warrior, but in her heart, she just wanted be a artist, so she grit her teeth and trained how to fight like good myrian woman should. Turrin hated his Grandmother's for her treatment of his twin sister, and he would always have to protect his sister from his female cousin who often picked on her for her golden eyes and gentle personality. In Taloba, she was weak and pathetic. In Wind Reach, she was a Inarta with a bright future ahead of her.
Turrin wasn't faring well in his mother's homeland. The myrian boy didn't understand the Inarta culture at all especially a social system governed by men. All civilized people know that nations not ruled by women were doomed implode on itself. When he first arrived in Wind Reach, he was shocked and appalled that the most powerful person in the city was a man. At that moment, Turrin wondered if they made the wrong decision in leaving Lhavit. However, his mother was adamant that they lived in the city of her birth, so Turrin swallowed his pride and trusted his mother's decision even if he thought it was a bad idea. To make matter's worse for him, Turrin had the face and demeanor of myrian, so he was often singled out by his fierce features. If he was born a woman in Taloba, he could joined the Goddess' armies armies and make a name for himself; however, because of his ginger blood and his gender, he was cursed to be just a outsider in his father's homeland and a second rate hunter in a city of uncivilized barbarians. It sickened him, but to see the smile on his sister's face, he would endure the barbarian city.
Crossing his arms in boredom , Turrin looked down at his sister and said with a smile in common, “Didn't you volunteer to plant in the fields today. Shouldn't you be making your there instead of laying in the grass like a layabout.”
Kaya rolled over onto her elbows, stuck out her tongue at him, and said in Nari, “I was told to be there at nine bells. It is only thirty chimes past the sixth bell, so you will just have to put up with me until your instructor comes along little brother.”
Running a hand through his burgundy hair, Turrin gave his sister a flat look and reminded her, “I was born only thirty chimes after you. We are the same age Kaya...”
Turrin knew Kaya loved rubbing it in that she was born first before him. It gave her the excuse to act like a second mother to him. In truth, he didn't mind much because she was a woman, so he had to listen to her by myrian customs, but the real truth his mother mental condition was worsening since their father's death. Ceela, his mother, functioned well enough to keep her status as a chiet, but Kaya and him could definitely tell that she wasn't the same woman as she was in Taloba. In truth, it started to scare even him.
With a smile, Kaya picked a piece of grass out of her hair, started to tie it in a knot, and said in Nari, “Turri...you need to lighten up. Otherwise your going to just be the angry guy in the corner and alone the rest of your life. You have to admit Wind Reach is far better than Taloba...”
Taking a deep breath, Turrin didn't want to admit to his sister his true feelings about the ginger barbarians and their city, so he forced a smile and said quietly in common, “You sound like a bird.”
Kaya shook her head, started to laugh out loud, and said in common, “You better talk Nari to your instructor otherwise he might get all pissy with you!” Turrin watched her stand up and stretch out her arms. He noticed a few of the inarta males watching her, so he shifted his protective gaze upon them. Turrin had a good idea what the barbarians were thinking as they watched his sister. In his mind, none of them were worthy of courting a myrian woman. Eventually, the group of young men walked away, and he turned to his sister and said, “Can you help me keep a eye out for a pale man with black hair?”
Location: Thunder Bay and Unforgiving
Who: Arvo and Turrin
Leaning up against a leafless oak tree, Turrin keep his eyes on the road looking for a man named Arvo. Supposedly this man was supposed to be his hunting mentor till Turrin had a grasp on the terrain around Wind Reach. Turrin learned the basics of hunting and tracking from his father, but he his knowledge of hunting was primarily focused on the jungles of Falyndar and not the mountains of Kalea, so he was at a disadvantage compared to his Inarta peers. The Valintar told him that he was chiet, so if this Arvo was a Avora, he would have to listen to him without question. Turrin was never to keen on being a mindless lackey to anybody, so he would definitely be question his avora's judgment if he was a complete idiot. The avora who placed him with Arvo told him that he was mongrel, so he just had to look for a man with black hair, deathly white shin, and golden eyes. It couldn't be hard to spot him in a crowd full of gingers. Honestly, Turrin was relieved that the man wasn't a full blooded inarta because for the last four weeks, he had been singled out and harassed by the ginger barbarians for being a half breed. The black eye and bruises told were the proof that he wasn't going to put with the torment without a fight.
On the other hand, Kaya his twin sister had started to meld into Inarta society quite nicely. Never admitting to her, Turrin wondered if her comely appearance and outgoing personality was the reason that she had more success in her mother's homeland. Kaya looked like his inarta mother, Ceela, but she had the coloring of her father. It was odd combination indeed, but she definitely got a lot of stares from the ginger barbarians. Turrin knew his sister would rise the castes faster than him because she was a artist in Taloba, so she had past experience to land her apprenticeship as a glassblower in the city. Unlike him, Turrin knew Kaya was going to be someone important in Wind Reach. He just hoped that he was alive to see her achieve her dreams come true.
Turrin pictured her eventually catching the eye of endal, and she would move into a aeries in the skies. In Taloba, Kaya was considered useless because she didn't want to be a warrior; however, the daily beatings from Grandmother, who was clan leader, convinced his sister to at least try to act like a warrior, but in her heart, she just wanted be a artist, so she grit her teeth and trained how to fight like good myrian woman should. Turrin hated his Grandmother's for her treatment of his twin sister, and he would always have to protect his sister from his female cousin who often picked on her for her golden eyes and gentle personality. In Taloba, she was weak and pathetic. In Wind Reach, she was a Inarta with a bright future ahead of her.
Turrin wasn't faring well in his mother's homeland. The myrian boy didn't understand the Inarta culture at all especially a social system governed by men. All civilized people know that nations not ruled by women were doomed implode on itself. When he first arrived in Wind Reach, he was shocked and appalled that the most powerful person in the city was a man. At that moment, Turrin wondered if they made the wrong decision in leaving Lhavit. However, his mother was adamant that they lived in the city of her birth, so Turrin swallowed his pride and trusted his mother's decision even if he thought it was a bad idea. To make matter's worse for him, Turrin had the face and demeanor of myrian, so he was often singled out by his fierce features. If he was born a woman in Taloba, he could joined the Goddess' armies armies and make a name for himself; however, because of his ginger blood and his gender, he was cursed to be just a outsider in his father's homeland and a second rate hunter in a city of uncivilized barbarians. It sickened him, but to see the smile on his sister's face, he would endure the barbarian city.
Crossing his arms in boredom , Turrin looked down at his sister and said with a smile in common, “Didn't you volunteer to plant in the fields today. Shouldn't you be making your there instead of laying in the grass like a layabout.”
Kaya rolled over onto her elbows, stuck out her tongue at him, and said in Nari, “I was told to be there at nine bells. It is only thirty chimes past the sixth bell, so you will just have to put up with me until your instructor comes along little brother.”
Running a hand through his burgundy hair, Turrin gave his sister a flat look and reminded her, “I was born only thirty chimes after you. We are the same age Kaya...”
Turrin knew Kaya loved rubbing it in that she was born first before him. It gave her the excuse to act like a second mother to him. In truth, he didn't mind much because she was a woman, so he had to listen to her by myrian customs, but the real truth his mother mental condition was worsening since their father's death. Ceela, his mother, functioned well enough to keep her status as a chiet, but Kaya and him could definitely tell that she wasn't the same woman as she was in Taloba. In truth, it started to scare even him.
With a smile, Kaya picked a piece of grass out of her hair, started to tie it in a knot, and said in Nari, “Turri...you need to lighten up. Otherwise your going to just be the angry guy in the corner and alone the rest of your life. You have to admit Wind Reach is far better than Taloba...”
Taking a deep breath, Turrin didn't want to admit to his sister his true feelings about the ginger barbarians and their city, so he forced a smile and said quietly in common, “You sound like a bird.”
Kaya shook her head, started to laugh out loud, and said in common, “You better talk Nari to your instructor otherwise he might get all pissy with you!” Turrin watched her stand up and stretch out her arms. He noticed a few of the inarta males watching her, so he shifted his protective gaze upon them. Turrin had a good idea what the barbarians were thinking as they watched his sister. In his mind, none of them were worthy of courting a myrian woman. Eventually, the group of young men walked away, and he turned to his sister and said, “Can you help me keep a eye out for a pale man with black hair?”
