OOCOfficial Kuvan test thread! I wanna fit in to the perfect space, feel natural and safe in a volatile place. And I wanna grow old without the pain, give my body back to the earth and not complain. Will you understand when I am too old of a man? And will you forget when we have paid our debt, Who did we borrow from? Who did we borrow from? I have some business and a promise that I have to hold to. I do not care what you assume or what the people told you. I wanna have pride like my mother has, And not like the kind in the bible that turns you bad. And I wanna have friends that I can trust, that love me for the man I've become and not the man that I was. - Avett. Timestamp: 04 Winter 513 AV “It was with pleasure that I received word you decided to apply for Kuvan status,” Ismail Bahram, grand master of the Tuvya Sasarin, greeted Caelum. His shadow was stark against the threshold, breaking in the morning light. Sober eyes made their usual inspection of the ethaefal who had been his pupil for the past season, beginning at the very tips of what were now pine and gold colored horns and ending at the battered toes of boots. “Do believe yourself to be ready?” Caelum paused before the Akalak, golden eyes slanting up even while the line of his mouth twisted with amused self-deprecation. “Do you, grand master?” Ismail raised his eyebrows and stepped aside to beckon Caelum within. The dull thuds and grunts and echoing conversation carried from the center of the building into the foyer the ethaefal found himself in. “That is not what I asked,” Ismail reminded his pupil. “You have not improved in your answers, I see.” Caelum’s grin flashed, snapping out like sunfire, bright and unexpected answer to Ismail’s private humor. They had spent the majority of their time together in the fall performing a verbal dance along with their martial dance. The Grand Master possessed a hungry mind, a curious, prying sort of slant to it that had applied itself from time to time to Caelum and the mysteries he posed. As there was no malice in Ismail’s miniature investigation, Caelum had suffered it with good humor. Understanding that it was the puzzle rather than the picture it formed when completed that grand master enjoyed the most, Caelum had also ducked and weaved, deflected and dodged his way around Ismail’s second tier offense. Notably, he had displayed a great deal more aptitude for dodging questions than he had for dodging blows. “If I am not ready,” Caelum acquiesced, pausing just within the doorway to the main training room with Ismail. “Then it is unquestionably due to the limitations of my own discipline rather than your ability to instruct and to teach.” Ismail inclined his head to these formal words, accepting them in the kindness they were offered; but by his expression, he remained unsatisfied. “When you leave here today,” he told Caelum quietly. “You will either belong or you will not. But this belonging is merely physical. There is no test for your heart and your mind. Those only come in time and with hardship.” “You speak of conviction,” Caelum murmured, eyes low with thought. “I speak only what words knowing you have told me,” Ismail volleyed. “Our society is changeable.” The physician’s regard snapped up, but he found no answers to the new mysteries Ismail proposed to him in the Akalak’s sober countenance. “All societies are, grand master.” He smiled, faint and wry with his understanding. “You are a healer.” Ismail shrugged. “You know of what I speak.” “I do,” Caelum agreed, words heavy with consideration. He cast the Akalaks sparring through the sunlit room a long and lingering glance before sinking down to remove his shoes and lay them along with the rest. “Debridement. Sometimes you must wound to heal.” |