Timestamp: 10th of Summer, 517 AV
The Talderian Forest Cat was incredibly restless. The class today at the Panacea had awoken something in her... a thirst for knowledge she'd long left buried in the husk of what she'd become. A burning desire to better herself made itself known, rearing its ugly head and causing her to start to think beyond the moment and to actually plan for tomorrow. It was akin to when she'd started her wilderness survival training and had began to feel like a cat again, verses a broken thing just recovering from her ordeal in Ravok.
Syka had been incredibly good to Nya. She wasn't sure if it was fate, chance, or Zulrav's winds that had brought her here. But she did know that she was going to stay. She was slowly healing. Strength was returning to her ruined body and her skin actually glowed with health on her diet of fresh fruit, vegetables, and raw meat. Even with her parents growing up, she'd always been hungry. Here she got full at times, though sometimes what filled her up wasn't actual food. Sometimes it was knowledge or even rest. Sometimes she suspected it was the incredible good weather and the pale stone beaches.
Wandering, Nya ended up down on Swing Beach with an armload of firewood. Her lessons from Randal had given her the knowledge on how to start a good bonfire and keep it going. There was a pit of partially burned wood already in the center of the beach. She added a pile to the margin of the fire pit and gathered a load of tinder by taking her dagger and shredding one of the pieces of driftwood into fine shavings. The she used her flint and steel to strike up an ember and get the shavings burning. The moment she did, heat flared through her hands and they glowed. She tried to shake her hands to dispel the slight glow and more sparks flew off her fingers unhindered. Nya snorted, curious, and added kindling to the fire shaking more sparks onto it. The little fire never fluttered, flared, or sputtered. Instead it took off as if someone had poured a bottle of rum over it. Nya quickly added big chunks of driftwood and sat back, curled slightly on one hip, and studied her hands. The glow faded away slowly, but she knew she'd seen it there. It was nothing like reimancy and nothing like anything she'd ever seen. A breeze tossed her hair and Nya turned to the creature. "What is this? Have you seen it?" The breeze laughed at her, tying a long strand of brindled hair into a knot before it answered in a happy voice.
"Firestarter. Everyone's becoming one. Something is awoken here. Something that belongs to HIM..." The fire flared as the breeze circled around the flames excitedlyn. "Him? Zulrav?" Nya asked, her eyes tracking the breeze. The breeze danced for Nya, laughing, and swirled around. "No, HIM that burns brightest." Nya had no idea what that meant and before she could ask further, the breeze fluttered away.... gone into the quickly falling night.
The Kelvic sat longer, quiet, letting the fire coat the front of her with heat and turn her brindled hair flaming orange in the flickering firelight. She glanced up at the stars slowly popping into view, and then looked around remembering how Randal had told her never to stare into the fire. She did anyhow, feeling safe in the firelight and wishing the breeze would return to talk to her. There were other creatures there, small wisps and larger zephyrs, but nothing that wanted to talk. She missed talking... missed company. It had felt so good listening to Jansen today, learning.
Nya wanted more.
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