[Patchwork Port] O Brother, Where Art Thou? [Hasre]

[Ifran]

45th Summer, 511 A.V. A missive had reached him all the way in Alvadas, somehow working its way through the maze of illusions to reach him at the theater where he worked. Word of his brother's impending arrival, sent ahead from Riverfall. Family was a strange thing for Eypharians, especially those nobly born, and while love might not have been the proper word for what they shared, loyalty was certainly close. And so he walked down to the port every day, a statuesque figure waiting, hair and clothing whipping about in the breezes off the Suvan Sea, while Aru asked around with the dockmaster for Hasre's ship. Today was midsummer, though, and Ifran had high hopes that today would be the day. His mind was so steeped in his art that he saw symbols in everything, made connections where he could. But for now, he waited.

[Hasre]

The second son of the north wind, and desided to join his brother out in the world. He had taken ship in Riverfall to join his brother in the city of illusions.

The handsome stern face eypharian walked off the ship at the docs. His olive complextion seemed to glow in the sunlight. He moved with that confident that was common to all in his family. He knew who he was and what his family had done. There history dated back far into the recess of history.

His arms swinging at his side he walked the docks looking around. It only took him a few moments to find who he was looking for and he smiled as he walked over to his elder brother. "Greetings, it is a pleasure to see you."

[Ifran]

"Hasre," came Ifran's response, the Eypharian name welcome in his mouth after the endless Common he spoke with the locals. "Brother," he greeted as they embraced with more honesty and warmth than they might at home, at least on his part. This was the city of illusions, to be sure, but their home was the city of intrigues and Ahnatep had its illusions too. "You look well after what I know is a taxing journey," he said, his words full of shared suffering. His own travel clothes had been laundered and put away, and here he wore a cape and breeches of blue, having not yet found a tailor to make him proper clothes, although that would become necessary when winter came with her biting winds.

[Hasre]

Hasre smiled at his brother and returned the hug that was offered. He was glade to see his brother and was far more willing to show it here then he had been in other place, while still reserved this was a different place and the eyes weren't there watching them as they were at home.

He pulled back from the hug but left one of his hands on his brothers back. He looked around at the city and looked at his brother and raised one of his dark eyebrow, "Thank you brother." He said with the compliment. "You look well. I think being away from home and its games has agreed with you? How is the theater here though?" He asked. His voice calm and collected.

[Ifran]

Ifran laughed; Hasre always had been optimistic, idealistic. "There are games enough in any theater to keep an Eypharian busy," he informed him, and then led him, each with one arm around the other, away from the docks. Someone had been hired to follow with Hasre's things. "Unfortunately, one must play the part of the supplicant in order to learn from new masters. Inclusive of this, my small quarters. I have arranged lodging for you near enough the theater. We shall have a time of it, you and I. Now, what truly brought you here? Can it be that you weary of the games as well?"

[Fallacy]

XP Award! Name:Ifran XP Award: Rhetoric- 1 Lore: A meeting of brothers Notes: Name:Hasre XP Award: N/A Lore: A meeting of brothers Notes: Sorry the thread was cut short. There isn't much to award as far is xp is concerned like this. Any questions or concerns about the rewards gained please send a PM