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Amunet provides treatment and healthcare to the Refugees. She finds out that they need education. There are those who think this a good idea and those who very much disagree

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Not found on any map, Endrykas is a large migrating tent city wherein the horseclans of Cyphrus gather to trade and exchange information. [Lore]

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Education Comes in Many Ways

Postby Amunet on August 6th, 2016, 12:41 am

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34th, summer, 516 av
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Caravansary Refugee Camp


It was a quiet morning so far as Amunet prepared to check in on the refugees and see about a few health concerns. The Healer had pretty much ignored the gossip of how detrimental the refugees were to the welfare of Endrykas. This was fueled in part by fear, by prejudice, by those who spoke of racial purity and by just plain hate of anything non Drykas. She had received an ear full from the assistants and nurses in the River Flower as most of them was either afraid of going into the refugee camp at the Caravansary or didn’t think wasting resources on them was worth it. Amunet had volunteered for the task citing that they didn’t need the refugees to get sick and possibly infect the population. The health of these wayward souls from the mines was in their best interest to monitor for the greater good of Endrykas.

That was how it was colored. Amunet was shaking her head as she packed Shetanae and Gertrude with supplies to haul towards the Caravansary. There was much derision, division and dissension about this group of former slaves. None of them were there in the mines with these people. They didn’t see the desperate situation that no one of the nation that is of the Drykas would allow even a snake to live in. Semele saw to its cleansing thankfully. The Healer made a promise to quite a few of them that she would look after them. Now the lot of them was in a strange situation of no longer being slaves but at the same time not allowed to work or seek to learn how to work, it left them confused, angry and nervous. The red head didn’t blame them. There was little she could do with the council of the clan leaders divided till the other clan leaders reached Endrykas. The young lady hoped they hurried before Pratal did something horrible. The Ruby Clan Leader was getting bolder by the day.

The lead holding gertrude’s halter was held tightly in her hand as knee and heel weeded the mare through the morning people making their way to what business haunted their steps. All this musing of the current gossip did little to no good as the young woman shook those thoughts from her head as she looked up towards where she was headed. Still she worried of what effect this growing prejudice would do to her people. Again that great red mane of wavey locks shook side to side gently as she tried to clear her thoughts to focus on the care she was about to do. Amunet had sent word to the camp to have a tent cleared or available to perform clinic work as it was considered best to do medical checkups and treatments there amongst them then they risk going through the city to the River Flower.


Amunet thought that lessons in how to live the life of one that existed with tents was in order. The items that became clear needed to teach ranged from general cleanliness, tent care, basic cooking from basic things that can be gathered within a half to a mile from the city in the Grass. If one knew how, one would never go hungry in the Sea of Grass. The nod from Thomas Heartsong of the Opals solidified her movement to do bravely what no one else in the River Flower or the other clans would want to do. Rather it was to avoid the refugees for fear of being associated with the issues the poor souls did not start or it was their own true prejudice kept most from lending the hand that should have been given. Nehrar Tenderbloom gave her precautionary advise which he prayed would stay peaceful as the elder Doctor also prayed that she kept control of her tongue. The later was probably a futile prayer but one he dared to put forth anyway.

Out of the Drykas there was that again three times of unbonded. This made up the bulk of their work force and society. The Drykas were on the top of their society having bonded with a strider successfully. It was instant clanship and their version of ‘nobility’ if one believed in such fairy tales. Those with windmarks proudly displayed them. All Amunet had on her body at all was the mark of her Goddess which was proudly splayed out on the right side of her face. The rest of her was well covered in contrast to the rest of her people that didn’t see modesty as a worrisome thing. Her family taken by the Pirate raid the winter before caused her current predicament with her little brother camped near the River Flower. No one in the Ruby clan wanted to take her in due to Pratal’s insistence that she should be with his Pavilion. It was not like Pratal could tell another Ankal what to do, but his influence was a strong one. The stubborn young woman fervently refused Pratal’s hospitality time and time again. Betrayal does that to a person.

Yet the girl loved her people. She hoped they could see past their closed in view to the greatness beyond the tents that surround and shroud them. A great many think her to be foolish. A few think her thoughts fanciful and farfetched even to the point of being a fairy tale that would never be. In those stubborn blue eyes held a strange magic that those around her whisper. Not even the Sapphire mages or the Topaz historians have figured out what this was. The girl was marked by Rak’keli. The girl was bonded yet her windmarks was wiped away by the gods. Was this red head so God touched to be safe within the city? Those she had cared for and tended to would say a hearty yes. The murmurs countered by actions of the heart. It was this big heart that led her to the refugee camp.

The camp was a hodge-podge of tents in various forms. Whatever could be scavenged from top of the mine and what those of Endrykas could donate was spliced together with some of these structures. Those sky blue eyes bedecked with the golden shimmering starbursts surveyed the conditions making mental notes. She brought Shetanae up to a stop and dismounted smoothly. One of the slaves she had first helped up on that dreadful precarious shelf came up to clasp arms with her. The red head’s face lit up and smiled as they spoke of small things while she entered the open air tent she requested so she could set up.

“Hey listen. Carson.. I want do Teachings. People need know how tent life is. “ Her basic common making some ideas difficult but she was determined. “You think spread word and have them come say in two bells?”

Carson bobbed his head. He was a tall willow dark skinned fellow. “Miss Amunet, this will be so.” His dark head nodded once and once only before he sauntered his long and lanky legs through the tent poles and started weeding through the tents to do as she asked.

Amunet was glad the change in the man from the mud soaked skeleton she saw in the mines. He had become a liaison of sorts for her with the former slaves. The industrious girl started unpacking and arranging things on tables, while rearranging items for examinations and counseling in some cases. Some had come back pregnant from God’s only knows which slave Master. Though things were tough here, it was a far cry better than the mines.

The girl started seeing the gathered people to talk to them about if they had any coughs, unreported cuts, irritations, rashes or other ailments since the last she was here. This was a chance to make small talk with the refugees.

“Are you eating enough?” She asked one frail looking woman.

“We eat what we can. Rations are slim but it’s better than the mines.” This was a common response or similar throughout whom she interviewed and examined.

Amunet nodded. “I want to show you a few things of how to live out here. It be good. We will need all help come time to gather winter stores.” Her hand went to her shoulder as she checked her joints and complaints of bad tendons. “This will take time to heal. “ It was all she could say as she pondered their dilemma. The Drykas knew how to hunt and forage so not any one pavilion was a burden to the other. There were times that one gave to another in times of need, but every Pavilion pulled their weight. These new people needed to learn these things so they do not become a burden. Maybe some people will see them as a gift from the Gods instead of a detriment, parasites even.
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Educating the Refugees

Postby Jasmine Stormblood on August 6th, 2016, 3:58 am

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Jasmine walked to the ox while humming. She had started helping taking care of the herbivore as it clearly didn't like Ixzo very much. Grabbing the brush she worked the knots out of the coarse hair on the creature. The blonde received several snorts and a few bays at the sudden intrusions during its meal. With a soft laugh the woman patted its side continuing down the left side. After several chimes the hair felt smooth to the touch. Moving back some the woman patted the brush against her opposite hand dislodging any dirt from the bristles. Wiping off the hand she switched the brush around before beginning again. Though it was not a favorite pass time the woman found cleaning and caring for the animals soothing. They did not give her lip or attitude when she spoke to them harshly to hold still. Finally both sides of the creature felt smooth under a soft rub down with ones bare hand.

"There much better. Now off to town to see what all i need to pick up," Jasmine said with a smile and walked back.

Putting away the brush she walked over to Chaser with a smile. The horse snorted knowing what she wanted this early in the morning. Jasmine was never known to go to town late in the evening when everyone was getting back from hunting. Grabbing the yvas the woman got the strider ready before mounting up. Clicking her tongue the blonde smiled feeling Chaser moving under her with ease not bothered by her presence on his back. Riding in to the middle of town the blonde noticed that everyone seemed to be gossiping about the refugees. The blonde began to wonder about how the group was doing being cooped up in one place with nothing to do. The gossip mill began to buzz about Amunet looking for an extra set of arms at the caravansary. With a smile she turned and pushed against Chaser's sides. The stallion quickly made his way to the group of tents. Upon arrival Jasmine dismounted and walked over to the young red head.

"Hey, Amunet. Word is you need an extra set of arms," Jasmine said with a smile.
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Postby Amunet on August 7th, 2016, 1:31 am

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The medicine woman was lightly wrapping an arm and provided instructions in its care. It Mostly consisted of instructions to keep it clean and not to scratch it. When that seat was emptied, the little lady passed a hand over her abdomen briefly, seemingly without thought as a sad little smile came across her face. It was quickly replaced by a startled expression when the bubbly blonde came up. That head framed by delicate locks streaked of fire turned towards the sound of her voice. The young woman hadn’t seen much of Jasmine since they came home from the mines, but she put it off to being busy. Hunting and taking care of one’s family takes time and commitment. The red head provided a genuine smile.

“Yes, I think I could use as much help as possible. These refugees need to learn how to live as we do. Most of them do not have any rudimentary knowledge of how tent life works. What to forage for food, start fires, tent care, basic hygiene. “ Her pavi was coupled with the elegant and graceful little fingers laying out the dilemma. ‘Teach, instruct, make better.’ The last was said with a raised eyebrow and widened eyes. “If these people are to help with winter stores come fall season and not burden Endrykas. Maybe some of the clans will back off and see their worth.” Those gold starburst decked light blue eyes became hopeful.

“We need to start teaching them as soon as possible, the sooner the better. “ The girl said with a bit of a sigh. The next patient was standing a bit off wondering if she should sit or not. The young Healer looked up and smiled as she stood up and beckoned the skittish girl forward. Amunet started asking basic questions in common as she looked at her eyes, her mouth and teeth, her hands and the skin at the wrist for general health. The girl whispered in her ear a few moments. “Ohh” Then nodded and began asking her additional questions which related to pregnancy. “We birth a lot of babies here. Just got to make sure you eat right and drink enough water especially now its warmer. “ The arm was around the dirty shoulders as she nodded and Amunet provided counsel of her condition. A bit of ginger root was passed to the hands with instructions for the morning sickness. The girl said her thanks and departed. It was times like this that solidified her descision to do this for these people.

“If we don’t start teaching them…” Her fingers moved quietly towards Jasmine. ‘Loss, sadness, more fights, death.’ It wasn’t hard to read into the general feeling the refugees were experiencing. There was a bit of a sigh from the little red head. “The Drykas can do better.”

Pratal was one that loved to make an entrance. He had two well-armed clansmen from his Pavilion behind and to either of his flanks. He stopped a moment to see the center of this assembly with a lift of one side of his lip in scorn. She was technical ruby clan, but with no Ankal he had to deal with her himself. Something he had tried to avoid since she returned from her unfortunate time out in the Grass. He took a deep breath in and exhaled before moving forward. She was just a woman and she held no power in Endrykas. Yet she had the annoying habit of having the respect and love of enough people. That fiery tart had not the sense to leave man’s business alone and be guided by a man. The arrogant man breathed in deeply in preparation of getting this girl to see reason with mingling or providing any kind of aid to useless outsiders that lacked purety.

“Amunet. It is lovely to see you this morning. The sun brings the most interesting shimmer out of those lovely locks of your hair. “ He signed elegantly ‘greetings, beauty, shining grace.’ He spoke in Pavi on purpose to keep the crowd ignorant. His tone was cajoling and complimentary. It was a schooled and calculated tone. He motioned for her to move away from the crowd.

His very voice raked across her nerve and since the burden beneath her heart had become greater, her patience has gotten thinner. She tried not to roll her eyes at the flowery words he spoke. The red head surmised that it was for show as how could he possibly mean any word he said. The Healer didn’t trust a word that came out of his mouth. Her eyes narrowed as she took a breath and exhaled. “Carson. “ Her finger motioned for the tall willow dark skinned man. He bent his head down as she whispered into his ear. “Do what Jasmine needs you to do and keep the people calm.” He nodded once in his stoic way and she walked away from the group. Her shoulders tensed exponentially.

His smile didn’t leave his face as he spoke through that smile in stern harsh words in Pavi. “What are you doing? You know that our supplies and medical care are for the clans not for outsiders. “ He said to her trying to bore a hole into those frustrating blue eyes that held gold in them. They had hardened into blue topazes with gold streaks. It was beautiful.

“The tradition states that Drykas are first, unbonded second and then captives or outsiders. I have not violated that tradition.” She said in succinct words and precision. “If they are to survive winter,they need to be schooled in how to live like we do. If not we end up with a lot of dead people.” This was insupportable to the Healer. The girl’s tone was sharp but reasonable.

Pratal didn’t lose his smile but his eyes became like a demon. It was a look that often granted him what he wanted before his anger would come upon the person. Amunet had seen this side of him. The true side of what he was. “That is for the clans and not for a… a.. Walahk.” He said Walahk with such hate that it spilled over into the smile making the smile look rather sinister instead of friendly.

Amunet’s eyes narrowed slightly and hardened to blue topaz bedeckd with gold stars within those hard gem like eyes. The blue would lighten to the color of the palest of days or of blue lightning. The girl stepped back a moment and raised her voice rather loudly in Pavi. “Is there any Drykas that is sick or is in need of medical aid?” The girl looked around dutifully for a chime or two while Pratal cringed at the ghastly public display. “NO?” The Healer’s eyebrow raised a moment “Is there any Unbonded that needs medical aid or is sick?” The girl turned around and looked at the crowd. The refugees had no idea what she was saying, but was getting nervous.

Ater a chime or two she shrugged “No?” Her head turned back towards Pratal. “There are no Drykas or unbounded kinsmen in need. Upon tradition, aid can be rendered by the River Flower to Outsiders, to Walahk.” The young lady smiled up at him pleasantly while she danced along the edge of his finely chiseled nerves. This infuriated Pratal.

The Head of the ruby clan grabbed her forearm as she turned to turn her back around. He had a strong grip on her arm. “You insolent girl. What do you know of the law or of the business of Endrykas. What you do here is a travesty to our traditions. The way of the Drykas will be preserved and it will not be preserved by coddling outsiders.”

Amunet pulled back immediately. His grip tightened as she balled her fist to of the arm he had to get more leverage. Yes the little red head was insolent. When wasn’t she insolent when she her point of view came under threat. “Let me go. You’re hurting my arm.” She said boldly enough to be heard. The cold eyes of the snake of a man before her held a sinister menacing glare that grew in strength day by day. “There is no way I can make you understand what I do here. Neither will I stop doing this work. The teaching. “ The girl kept trying to get her arm away from the determined man. His clansmen kind of shuffled their feet not sure what they should be doing.
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Postby Jasmine Stormblood on August 7th, 2016, 3:11 am

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Jasmine smiled listening to the woman as she spoke to a frightened young girl about children. The blonde hated to think of how many would be born and never know their true fathers or even a father at all. The woman had been plagued with dreams of the mines as well as the truth about the man she once called father. To say the least the last several seasons had not been kind as if reminding the woman where it is she chooses to live. Looking to the small red head once more the blonde was ready to work.

"Just tell me what needs to be taught first. I have Chaser just outside and he is an excellent teaching tool for grooming and dealing with horses," she said with a happy smile.

A snarky voice calling out to Amunet caught the woman's attention. Turning her head the blonde was greeted by one of the head ankals. Something about the man put her on edge. He had a creepy smile while seeming to almost puff out his chest. The man reminded Jasmine of a male glassbeak trying to find a mate. The blonde pulled her hair back and ties it out of her face as the pair step to the side. Amunet getting stiff around him caused Jasmine to watch the pair closely, but allowing them space to speak. The woman snickered hearing her shouting to prove a point. Glaring when he grabbed her arm the drykas growled and stormed over not giving a crap who he was or what clan he was from.

"Enough!" Jasmine said growled as he forced Amunet backwards releasing her arm to turn on the woman, "I don't care WHO you think you are. No man should ever touch a woman with any way but respect. You are nothing but someone using his power as leverage on any one that does not simply comply to your will. A disgrace to the Drykas people."
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Postby Amunet on August 11th, 2016, 7:14 pm

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His grip didn’t loosen as the Blonde started in. The scene was becoming more than he had anticipated. Pratal let Amunet go. The red head turned to the side in a defensive way. She crab stepped sideways away from him as Jasmine said her passionate words. Amunet absently rubbed the arm that was grabbed as the arrogant man turned his cold eyes on the blonde looking her in the eyes. The oily snake dark eyes of the Ruby clan leader regarded the upstart. His expression was unwavering and looked rather offended. The girl, frustrating enough, had windmarks and there for clan rights. He straightened his posture up more and lifted his chin to look down his nose at her.

“It would do you well, Drykas, to not speak to an Ankal in a disrespectful fashion. “ He said in disdainful tones to reprove. “This is what happens when a Pavilion lacks discipline, but no matter, I will advise your Ankal to the necessity and see you properly punished. “ He looked at Amunet. “This is a waste of time and these refugees are a menace. “

Amunet’s spine was straight as she looked up at the weasel of a man. “Good day to you too, Pratal. May the Gods see you’re rightfully rewarded. “ Those words were artfully said as if to remind him of what he had done.

The man returned her farewell remarks with a look of venom, as if that one look dared her to raise one bit of fuss about her unfortunate time in the sea of grass. Things could get much worse. His walk was stately, purposeful with great strides as once he had the name of the ankal or found out the blonde’s ankal’s name, he would surely speak to him. His voice carried weight and influence. Amunet stood straight and kept the stiffened guarded expression till he was well out of site. Her posture collapsed as her hand vaguely ran over her abdomen. It was brief before it went to her side and she sought somewhere to sit down.

Once sat down, she bowed her head. She didn’t need more trouble, but she was not going to allow suffering as long as she could help it. She had a poor way of explaining her position with this topic. No one seemed to see the benefits of these refugees. A lot of hands for fall foraging and harvest to build up good stores for winter. The girl stood up and moved towards the tent that worked as a make shift clinic to sit down again. A cup of water was put in her hand by Carson. The cup was put on the barrel beside he before she put her face in her hand as a couple of tears fell. Usually she can control her emotions but it was so difficult anymore. Pratal presented a clear and present danger to her and her little brother. For the moment she didn’t think about the teaching as the world swirled around her head as she tried to figure out what she was going to do? She felt so alone at the moment. Everyone around her might as well be miles away as she felt the grip of her situation.
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Postby Jasmine Stormblood on August 14th, 2016, 9:49 pm

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Jasmine glared up at the man not backing down. The woman had never bowed to any man, so what if he went to Azmere about her. She knew that the man would be appalled to hear of how he had treated a woman. Sticking her tongue out the blonde moved in front of Amunet to protect the young woman. Watching him retreat with his lackies the woman watched before turning to the red head. Surprise appeared on her face till she spotted the girl sitting down. Walking over the blonde knew from the younger's posture that she had a lot on her mind.

“Hey, don't let him get to you. He is just some blow heart that needs to be knocked down a few pegs. Az will not be mad about me standing up to him...... Amunet what's troubling you so? I haven't seen you so upset before,” Jasmine said a knelt down before her.

She gently took the woman's hand while letting her explain. A soft sigh passed through the blonde's lips knowing that not matter what causing trouble with the man was no way to help. A thought dawned on her causing a bright smile to spread across her face.

“Come with me to speak with Azmere. I'm sure he will let you and your brother join,” Jasmine said excitedly, “a healer around the pavilion would be a perfect addition.”

Blonde locked bounced around the woman's face as she talked excitedly bouncing some on her curled under legs. She wanted so badly for the red head to join her and the rest at the Stormblood pavilion. With a younger brother following behind there was no way that Amunet was going to make it on her own for long.
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Postby Amunet on August 16th, 2016, 1:42 am

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The Healer tried a little smile as the other hand went on top of Jasmine’s act of consoling. It endeared the young woman to the Blonde. So much to say that crammed into her head wanting to spill over, yet caution was clearly on her tired face as she let the cares of three seasons worth of worries show. She took a deep breath and exhaled.

“I don’t mean to worry you Jasmine. Thank you.” The little hand patted jasmine’s hand. The little diminutive woman’s hand in comparison to jasmine was evident in the difference in their stature. “And don’t go angering Pratal needlessly. He has influence and his word holds a lot of weight among the clans. He can make things hard for Azmere. “ The girl said with a sigh. “As if I havnt caused him and the watch any more trouble. “

There was a huffed soft chuckle. It was a tinged a little with bitterness. “That is my trouble Jasmine. I don’t know when to not piss that Man off. Rak’keli, Zulrav all know that I don’t want to ever have anything to do with that man. He is poison, trust me.” The last part she said softly as she closed her eyes for a moment. The girl missed the sudden smile and light come into the blonde’s eyes.

“Come with me to speak with Azmere. I'm sure he will let you and your brother join,” Jasmine said excitedly, “a healer around the pavilion would be a perfect addition.”

The blonde pulled the red head out of her seat and looked to rather in a determined fashion, search for Azzmere. Her steps dug into the earth. “Jasmine, wait.” The thought crossed her mind to tell her the more pressing matters of her heart. The doctors of the River Flower didn’t even know yet. She fought with this for a chime or two as the imploring eyes of a growing friend was hard to resist. Those light sky blue eyes looked into Jasmine’s own as she blinked back a couple of more tears. “There are complications that I don’t think Azmere will be able to deal with or want. I am markless, shunned by my clan and husbandless. What ankal is going to want the trouble of any of this with a young boy in tow. “

The tears came up as she fought with herself as she looked this way and that before taking the blonde’s hand and placing it on the volume of oversized linen clothing onto her usually taught and athletic abdomen. She let that tell the story. “I can’t ask an Ankal to take on such a burden as what I bring. “

There was a point of fact she had no idea how she was going to deal with the upcoming heavy foraging and harvest season, prepare medicines for the winter, stock up her own stores, hunt, take care of a little boy and her growing cadre of animals with a new circumstance staring down the tunnel at her. “I don’t know what I am going to do.” The girl said honestly with a shrug.
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Postby Jasmine Stormblood on August 16th, 2016, 4:49 am

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“There are only two things different between us Amunet. You have a little brother following you and your marks are gone. Otherwise we are both in the same boat, at least you know how to do things other than piss people off and be a burden,” Jasmine said knowing she knew little to nothing about what all goes on everyday around the pavilion site, “please Amu, you have been strong for so many others. Let others in to help, let me help.”

The blonde took both her hands looking her in the eyes wanting to just drag her all the way to Az and demand a place for her. But there was something else bothering the young red head; and Jasmine wanted to know exactly what she was hiding. Though she did not pry the woman for answers knowing it could have the opposite effect. Pulling her more towards the pavilion the blonde smiled gently hoping she would accept the help of a pavilion, of a home.

“You don't need to be alone trying to forage, take care of a brother, and work all at the same time. With our pavilion I could take Drak with me to work or out foraging when I have time off. I'm sure the others will help as well. Besides Azmere doesn't care about who you are or what you have been through. He accepted me just two days after I had been in a fist fight with my previous ankal. I am not proud of what happened by any means, but I will not hide from my past,” Jasmine said opening up to the woman.

The blonde wanted the red head to know she was not the only one with a bad past amongst the clans. She would deal with Pratal when it came time, besides she needed to tell Azmere about the argument before the man could get there. Blonde tresses blew in the wind behind her head making her appear younger than she actually was.

“Even if you don't ask to join, will you at least come back me up while I warn him about Pratal?” Jasmine asked hoping she would come planning on asking Az for her anyway.

"Wait..... You're pregnant? Amu there is no way you can do everything that needs to be done alone. Please I beg you at least ask. I know him, he would never turn someone away especially with a child on the way," Jasmine pleaded looking at the red head.
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Postby Amunet on August 23rd, 2016, 1:40 pm

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Jasmine’s intensity and gregarious nature was contagious as the little healer’s spark of hope received a booster shot it needed. The woman was trying to work out her options and how she was going to manage. The sheer amount of obstacles in her path was mounting day by day. She huffed a sigh and gave a tired little smile up at the energetic blonde that was pleading with her to come to Azmere’s pavilion for her to sanction the red head’s admission.

Azmere’s anger and disapproving face came to her mind as she swallowed hard. Jasmine didn’t deserve to face the issue with Pratal alone either. Her head turned as she pondered these details. Then the face of her little brother came to the fore. He needed a male mentor of some kind. Jasmine’s extrovert nature reminded the little lady of that six year old blonde boy. He needed this. There was a long intake of air and an even longer exhale from the diminutive woman.

“Alright, Jasmine. Let’s go talk to Azmere. He at least needs to know that Pratal is getting bold again. Don’t be surprised if he isn’t amicable about me being in the Pavilion though. We shall see. “ The red head said as she looked down.

The thing about Drykas society was that nobody was an island. Not one person could afford to be an island unto themselves. Their entire survival as a community and as individuals depended on each other. It was very much like the strider herds that they bond with. The herd rely on each other to work together for the survival of the whole. Those light sky blue eyes bedecked with gold closed as her head tilted up to the sky. “ Rak’keli, Zulrav, watch over me. “ The prayer came from her silken voice as she braced her self and girded her courage to face Azmere. She hasn’t so much as even looked his direction since the ride home.

She then let Jasmine take her hand and lead her to the Stormblood Pavilion. The anxiety mounted with each passing step coming closer to the young pavilion as her eyes ignored everyone else waiting for those piercing eyes to meet her own startling light eyes. The stubborn girl wouldn’t beg and she wouldn’t apologize for her actions that caused her current predicament. How could she know that some men are that deceiving of young girl’s hearts? That hurt enough, but to have her friend ashamed of her was even worse. That struck her more than anyone will ever know. If she ever found a man who could truly understand her and love her unconditionally, that would be a true miracle of the Gods. It seemed so far away in her mind. With hope renewed in her eyes with a fiery spark, she faced those hardened eyes of the Ankal of the Stormbloods with the steady gaze of the Healer that she was.
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Education Comes in Many Ways

Postby Jasmine Stormblood on August 28th, 2016, 5:07 am

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Blonde hair fell into the girls eyes as she spoke to her. With a giant smile she jerks Amunet behind her excitedly as her shirt slightly rose up showing the four slash scares on her side. Even though the woman had disapproved of what the red head did; she would never leave her to fend for herself. Everyone knew there was no way a lone Drykas could survive without a pavilion for long. The pavilions are what has made it possible for them to survive through everything. Running the woman soon found the white tents of the Diamond clan. Slowing down she weaved in and out of the different pavilions finally spotting Asher and the goats in the distance.

“This way!” Jasmine said and picked up her pace some with a smile.

Asher looked up hearing his name and spotted the exuberant blonde coming towards him. The man waved to her with a smile. Slowing down the woman took a deep breaths trying to catch her breath.

“Do you know where Azmere is? I must speak with him it's urgent,” the blonde said looking at him.

“Hm, check at the fire pit if not there his tent or at the Watch barracks,” Asher said trying to think of where the pairs ankal was.

“Thank you Asher!” Jasmine hurried off motioning Amunet to follow her.

“STAY OUT OF TROUBLE!” Asher called with a laugh.

Jasmine walked up to the fire pit spotting the man as well as Lodia. She was surprised to see the other Watch member at the pavilion as well. Signing a hello the girl turned to look at Azmere.

“May I speak with you privately with a moment?” Jasmine asked Azmere quietly.
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