Responding to Kavala's comment regarding Izurdin and his gifts, "Izurdin graced us with our arms out of love but his other gifts indeed come only to those who prove they are capable of handling them. As for Istaris, there is indeed more to that story, perhaps to be shared a bit later."
When Kavala spoke of the fragility of humans both mental and physical, Emaneus could not dispute anything she said. The history of his people was wrought with examples of the influence human flaw has had on the world. When she spoke of how the zith were also a threat to her own home, Emaneus took note and told himself he would try and help Kavala with some manner of defense against the beasts.
Kavala's questioning comments about the lack of sunlight in the area caught Emaneus somewhat by surprise. "I guess I've never really thought much about it. We are in the foothills and thus covered by the shadows of the surrounding mountains for an extended time. So yes, you could say altitude does play a role in it. Syna's touch lasts for quite some time at my clan citadel. It's built atop one of the taller peaks in the region and the perspective is hard to put words to." When Kavala followed up with mention of the pillars, Emaneus was quiet for a moment before speaking.
"The pillars are monuments. You see, when my people traveled here during the fallout from the Valterrian, things were far darker and more dangerous than they are now. A scouting party made there way up here while searching for a refuge from the terror that surrounded us all. It was one of those terrors that they discovered instead. There was a great battle in this very clearing. Twelve of the thirteen scouts fell in battle before the terror was defeated. Their sacrifice allowed our people to continue forth in their quest for sanctuary. The pillars were erected to remember those who fell and the hut was constructed in the center as a symbol of the scouts battle to protect the people.
As they worked to prepare the hut for an overnight stay, Emaneus smiled as Kavala praised the lands that he called his home. "Kavala, as wondrous as you view my home to be, would it surprise you to know that I feel the same of where you come from. In the rolling hills and grasslands, nothing is hidden. Everything is open to everything else. To be surrounded by stars is to be surrounded by the sparks left over from the Father's forging of the world."
When Kavala offered to help Emaneus with starting a fire, he first asked for a few pieces of firewood followed by gesturing to a small shelf just above the stack of wood. On the shelf was a small clay bowl. Though made from clay, the bowls form and shape were flawless and it held an almost mirror-like finish though no outside pigmentation seemed to have been used. The inner lip of the bowl was etched with a ring of tiny hammers. The contents of the bowl were far strangers. A pile of perfectly cubed pieces of obsidian, each roughly twice the size of the average gaming die were held in the bowl. Nodding to Kavala to toss him one, she would find the cube to be cool to the touch and other than its odd shape, unremarkable.
"A simple token of efficiency..." Emaneus muttered as he held the cube in the palm of his sapphire hand. He then leaned in closer to the fireplace and brought the cube close to his face. He then took a deep breath and slowly blew on the cube. As his breath contacted the surface of the cube, the stone began to glow red hot and instantly transformed into a shower of tiny burning coals that expanded forth into the fireplace and onto the wood. The wood ignited and a small but growing fire began.
At the mention of food, Emaneus realized just how hungry he was. He considered Kavala's offer to prepare anything he may be able to catch as well as ready any extras. "That sounds like a marvelous idea. I'm a little rusty when it comes to hunting but I may be able to manage something. As for the rest, this place is used by patrols who pass through the area. They've planted a few things nearby to help supplement their rations." When their things were unpacked and the hut was readied for the coming night, Emaneus walked outside. He was serious when he said he was rusty at hunting. Although he made occasional trips throughout the Kingdom for religious matters, he had little need to hunt on his own since Istaris was more than capable of acquiring enough food for both of them. For the moment though, he did not have the ixam with him as she was off doing her own thing. Having found a shortbow under one of the cots along with a small quiver of arrows, Emaneus left for a short hunt.
For a brief time, Kavala was left on her own. Around the clearing as well as a short distance into the surrounding forest, she would be able to gather all manner of herbs to add to dinner. Although Syna's grip on the sky was soon to be released, there was still enough light to see by. Despite being alone in the middle of a strange mountain forest, the feeling Kavala got from the area was one of security. The only somewhat startling thing was when Kavala had just finished gathering several handfuls of berries and turned around to be greeted by the massive form of Istaris looking quizzically at her. The ixam tilted her head and stared at Kavala for several moments before slowly lumbering off.
Just before nightfall, Emaneus returned with a couple of mountain hares. "Their worthless as survival food but they will make a tasty stew." It was Emaneus turn to then offer aid with dinner.
During the preparation of dinner, Emaneus asked Kavala, "Kavala, I mentioned there being more to the story of Istaris. She is far more than just a gift from Izurdin. The Divine Father revealed to me her true nature soon after gifting her egg to me. I am telling you this because of your link with the Dreaming God. See, Istaris and I knew each other in a past life in quite differing forms. Although Izurdin did not tell me how we knew each other or what form our past lives took, he did say we were close and that we died together for a good cause. He said he felt it was only right that we were brought together once more in this life. While neither her or I know the entire story, we both feel the truth of it; a truth enhanced by our divine connection." Emaneus paused to finish cleaning one of the rabbits. After a few well placed slices of his dagger, he pulled the fur and skin from the animal with a quick, powerful tug.
Dinner was ready just after sunset. The sounds of the night filled the air and could be heard from inside the hut; insects mostly though punctuated by the howling of wolves. The fire burned strong, filling the hut with a pleasant warmth. The night grew deeper as the two enjoyed a simple yet nice dinner. Although Emaneus had made this same trip a number of times in the past, this one was different for him. Sitting in the hut with an outsider, a Konti even, enjoying dinner while traveling to one of his people's most sacred sites was not as awkward as he originally imagined it to be. The Father had told him this day would come and he would know when it arrived but it was no less unusual.
It was just as dinner was winding down when Kavala noticed Emaneus noticeably cringe for the briefest of moments. She then saw him rubbing a finger on his left hand, the same finger where he wore an Alarm Ring. With a heavy sigh, he calmly said, "It appears we have unwanted guests showing up late for dinner." With that he slowly stood, moved to stand just to the side of one of the windows and glanced outside.
When Kavala spoke of the fragility of humans both mental and physical, Emaneus could not dispute anything she said. The history of his people was wrought with examples of the influence human flaw has had on the world. When she spoke of how the zith were also a threat to her own home, Emaneus took note and told himself he would try and help Kavala with some manner of defense against the beasts.
Kavala's questioning comments about the lack of sunlight in the area caught Emaneus somewhat by surprise. "I guess I've never really thought much about it. We are in the foothills and thus covered by the shadows of the surrounding mountains for an extended time. So yes, you could say altitude does play a role in it. Syna's touch lasts for quite some time at my clan citadel. It's built atop one of the taller peaks in the region and the perspective is hard to put words to." When Kavala followed up with mention of the pillars, Emaneus was quiet for a moment before speaking.
"The pillars are monuments. You see, when my people traveled here during the fallout from the Valterrian, things were far darker and more dangerous than they are now. A scouting party made there way up here while searching for a refuge from the terror that surrounded us all. It was one of those terrors that they discovered instead. There was a great battle in this very clearing. Twelve of the thirteen scouts fell in battle before the terror was defeated. Their sacrifice allowed our people to continue forth in their quest for sanctuary. The pillars were erected to remember those who fell and the hut was constructed in the center as a symbol of the scouts battle to protect the people.
As they worked to prepare the hut for an overnight stay, Emaneus smiled as Kavala praised the lands that he called his home. "Kavala, as wondrous as you view my home to be, would it surprise you to know that I feel the same of where you come from. In the rolling hills and grasslands, nothing is hidden. Everything is open to everything else. To be surrounded by stars is to be surrounded by the sparks left over from the Father's forging of the world."
When Kavala offered to help Emaneus with starting a fire, he first asked for a few pieces of firewood followed by gesturing to a small shelf just above the stack of wood. On the shelf was a small clay bowl. Though made from clay, the bowls form and shape were flawless and it held an almost mirror-like finish though no outside pigmentation seemed to have been used. The inner lip of the bowl was etched with a ring of tiny hammers. The contents of the bowl were far strangers. A pile of perfectly cubed pieces of obsidian, each roughly twice the size of the average gaming die were held in the bowl. Nodding to Kavala to toss him one, she would find the cube to be cool to the touch and other than its odd shape, unremarkable.
"A simple token of efficiency..." Emaneus muttered as he held the cube in the palm of his sapphire hand. He then leaned in closer to the fireplace and brought the cube close to his face. He then took a deep breath and slowly blew on the cube. As his breath contacted the surface of the cube, the stone began to glow red hot and instantly transformed into a shower of tiny burning coals that expanded forth into the fireplace and onto the wood. The wood ignited and a small but growing fire began.
At the mention of food, Emaneus realized just how hungry he was. He considered Kavala's offer to prepare anything he may be able to catch as well as ready any extras. "That sounds like a marvelous idea. I'm a little rusty when it comes to hunting but I may be able to manage something. As for the rest, this place is used by patrols who pass through the area. They've planted a few things nearby to help supplement their rations." When their things were unpacked and the hut was readied for the coming night, Emaneus walked outside. He was serious when he said he was rusty at hunting. Although he made occasional trips throughout the Kingdom for religious matters, he had little need to hunt on his own since Istaris was more than capable of acquiring enough food for both of them. For the moment though, he did not have the ixam with him as she was off doing her own thing. Having found a shortbow under one of the cots along with a small quiver of arrows, Emaneus left for a short hunt.
For a brief time, Kavala was left on her own. Around the clearing as well as a short distance into the surrounding forest, she would be able to gather all manner of herbs to add to dinner. Although Syna's grip on the sky was soon to be released, there was still enough light to see by. Despite being alone in the middle of a strange mountain forest, the feeling Kavala got from the area was one of security. The only somewhat startling thing was when Kavala had just finished gathering several handfuls of berries and turned around to be greeted by the massive form of Istaris looking quizzically at her. The ixam tilted her head and stared at Kavala for several moments before slowly lumbering off.
Just before nightfall, Emaneus returned with a couple of mountain hares. "Their worthless as survival food but they will make a tasty stew." It was Emaneus turn to then offer aid with dinner.
During the preparation of dinner, Emaneus asked Kavala, "Kavala, I mentioned there being more to the story of Istaris. She is far more than just a gift from Izurdin. The Divine Father revealed to me her true nature soon after gifting her egg to me. I am telling you this because of your link with the Dreaming God. See, Istaris and I knew each other in a past life in quite differing forms. Although Izurdin did not tell me how we knew each other or what form our past lives took, he did say we were close and that we died together for a good cause. He said he felt it was only right that we were brought together once more in this life. While neither her or I know the entire story, we both feel the truth of it; a truth enhanced by our divine connection." Emaneus paused to finish cleaning one of the rabbits. After a few well placed slices of his dagger, he pulled the fur and skin from the animal with a quick, powerful tug.
Dinner was ready just after sunset. The sounds of the night filled the air and could be heard from inside the hut; insects mostly though punctuated by the howling of wolves. The fire burned strong, filling the hut with a pleasant warmth. The night grew deeper as the two enjoyed a simple yet nice dinner. Although Emaneus had made this same trip a number of times in the past, this one was different for him. Sitting in the hut with an outsider, a Konti even, enjoying dinner while traveling to one of his people's most sacred sites was not as awkward as he originally imagined it to be. The Father had told him this day would come and he would know when it arrived but it was no less unusual.
It was just as dinner was winding down when Kavala noticed Emaneus noticeably cringe for the briefest of moments. She then saw him rubbing a finger on his left hand, the same finger where he wore an Alarm Ring. With a heavy sigh, he calmly said, "It appears we have unwanted guests showing up late for dinner." With that he slowly stood, moved to stand just to the side of one of the windows and glanced outside.