25th of Summer 514
Coalinga Gem Mines
"I trust that you understand what it means to steal from us?" Typhus Chivan growled to the courier. The sound of toil and hard work and the flash of magic went on behind and presumably below him. "If you flee with this" He gestured with a leather bound package, "Well, life will get very unpleasant for you. Trust that we will find you." He turned as concussive blast echoed behind him, the handiwork of a powerful reimancer skilled with Air no doubt. "Keep things clean Navkola." The Akalak barked behind towards the entrance. "Anyways, deliver this and we might contact you again. Trust is hard to come by and you have been given a chance to earn it."
Xira nodded and bowed. "Of course milord. This is my livelihood at stake." He straightened up and bowed in deference to the man, a creature who could destroy him with a flick of a wrist, and accepted the package. "Do you expect any trouble then?" The courier inquired.
"There is always trouble on the plains. But no. We have gotten into a habit of not announcing ourselves, and by rotating our couriers. Like I said about trust, better to be cautious." The blue skinned man gave him a hard, inhuman look, those yellow eyes glittering lamp-like in the shade offered by stands of acacia trees. "Good bye Xira, I hope to see you again ready for more work."
The courier frowned at the man's back but nodded. It was exhausting giving these creatures perfect deference. Nothing could be done about it. Such was the social status of non-kuvan. Ah well, he was nearly to the point that he had the courage to take the test. Xira strolled off, tucking the package into his shirt, lost in thought. Akalak were a strange sort, they were the children of darkness and discipline, Akaji and Wysar, who walked among their children to this day. They lived for so many more years than his own kind. Snow, his horse, interrupted his thoughts with a neigh of greetings as she looked back at him, casually cropping the grass nearby. Xira patted her flank and came near to scratch under her broad muzzle. "What do you think? Do we belong among this descendents of gods? You are just a horse, and I am just a man. Maybe we are better off in Syliras with our own kind." Snow gave him a knowing look and snorted. "Ah... perhaps you are right, Kavala would miss us so. Still... Oh well. Lets be off my darling." He rested his head briefly against her great forehead before checking her straps and saddle. Best to keep his mount comfortable on their ride, however short it might be.
A moment later he removed the lead straps from the trees and slid his boot into a stirrup before swinging himself into the saddle. Xira momentarily wished he could get the hang of riding. Every time was the same, he wobbled in the saddle and could not seem to match her cadence, limiting the speed she was capable of travelling. She was fast, but only as fast as Xira was able to let her be.
On Xira's part, it was closer to clinging and clutching than actually riding. All the same, the man was determined to get the hang of it. So the set off, a leisurely pace that was still straining the limits of his skill.
Coalinga Gem Mines
"I trust that you understand what it means to steal from us?" Typhus Chivan growled to the courier. The sound of toil and hard work and the flash of magic went on behind and presumably below him. "If you flee with this" He gestured with a leather bound package, "Well, life will get very unpleasant for you. Trust that we will find you." He turned as concussive blast echoed behind him, the handiwork of a powerful reimancer skilled with Air no doubt. "Keep things clean Navkola." The Akalak barked behind towards the entrance. "Anyways, deliver this and we might contact you again. Trust is hard to come by and you have been given a chance to earn it."
Xira nodded and bowed. "Of course milord. This is my livelihood at stake." He straightened up and bowed in deference to the man, a creature who could destroy him with a flick of a wrist, and accepted the package. "Do you expect any trouble then?" The courier inquired.
"There is always trouble on the plains. But no. We have gotten into a habit of not announcing ourselves, and by rotating our couriers. Like I said about trust, better to be cautious." The blue skinned man gave him a hard, inhuman look, those yellow eyes glittering lamp-like in the shade offered by stands of acacia trees. "Good bye Xira, I hope to see you again ready for more work."
The courier frowned at the man's back but nodded. It was exhausting giving these creatures perfect deference. Nothing could be done about it. Such was the social status of non-kuvan. Ah well, he was nearly to the point that he had the courage to take the test. Xira strolled off, tucking the package into his shirt, lost in thought. Akalak were a strange sort, they were the children of darkness and discipline, Akaji and Wysar, who walked among their children to this day. They lived for so many more years than his own kind. Snow, his horse, interrupted his thoughts with a neigh of greetings as she looked back at him, casually cropping the grass nearby. Xira patted her flank and came near to scratch under her broad muzzle. "What do you think? Do we belong among this descendents of gods? You are just a horse, and I am just a man. Maybe we are better off in Syliras with our own kind." Snow gave him a knowing look and snorted. "Ah... perhaps you are right, Kavala would miss us so. Still... Oh well. Lets be off my darling." He rested his head briefly against her great forehead before checking her straps and saddle. Best to keep his mount comfortable on their ride, however short it might be.
A moment later he removed the lead straps from the trees and slid his boot into a stirrup before swinging himself into the saddle. Xira momentarily wished he could get the hang of riding. Every time was the same, he wobbled in the saddle and could not seem to match her cadence, limiting the speed she was capable of travelling. She was fast, but only as fast as Xira was able to let her be.
On Xira's part, it was closer to clinging and clutching than actually riding. All the same, the man was determined to get the hang of it. So the set off, a leisurely pace that was still straining the limits of his skill.