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Amidst the embarrassing prospect of Drusilla's deductive skills somehow concluding who Khara was without him ever saying, and alongside the touching offer of aiding him in earning his windmarks - which reminded him so much of another sister he'd once had - there came that word. Zhol had no idea that Symenestra were capable of such things; it formed a paradox in his mind. Here he was, with quite possibly the most deadly individual he had ever encountered, and yet he couldn't think of anyone with a more open heart and a kinder soul. If there was ever proof that what you were didn't define who you were, here she was.
Something shifted in his demeanour; some new accepted truth that chased away the lingering doubts and insecurities - not gone forever, but at least gone for now. "I don't need to earn windmarks," he said, his words slightly less confident than he would have hoped. "I am not in Endrykas anymore; I don't need their approval or acceptance, and I don't need their signs and status. I have other things now. I have -"
He frowned, but the smile that had formed on his features didn't fade. "If I am Versda," he asked, "Then what is 'sister'?"
Despite all of Drusilla's efforts to lift his spirits, and those of the massage to relax and ease his tension, Zhol couldn't help feeling exposed as he abandoned the towel and slipped into the heated water of the pools. He shuffled uncomfortably, aiming his gaze at anything other than what he might accidentally see through the water. Almost as if she sensed how badly he needed distracting, his new sister began her questions anew.
"I suppose the name is poetic," he replied, smiling as she asked a question that had often bothered him as a child. "The heart of Cyphrus is a vast, rolling expanse of grassland. When the wind blows, it moves the grasses in waves, undulating like a vast ocean. It is a strange name, but one that fits, I think." He shrugged. "As for food, we hunt and forage what we can from the local area; because the city moves, each region has a full year to recover before we return. We breed livestock too, and herd it with us as the city moves; in fact, aside from a few small details, Endrykas is much like any other city you might visit. There are taverns, markets, craft houses, kitchens; they are just in tents made of canvas, rather than buildings made of stone. Or caves," he conceded, with a nod to their surroundings. "As for how they bathe -"
His voice trailed off. Not in giant exposed, all too naked bathhouses, that was for sure. He allowed his smile to take on a mischievous, teasing air. "I'm afraid that there are some Drykas secrets that I simply cannot share. It would ruin the mystery!"
Amidst the embarrassing prospect of Drusilla's deductive skills somehow concluding who Khara was without him ever saying, and alongside the touching offer of aiding him in earning his windmarks - which reminded him so much of another sister he'd once had - there came that word. Zhol had no idea that Symenestra were capable of such things; it formed a paradox in his mind. Here he was, with quite possibly the most deadly individual he had ever encountered, and yet he couldn't think of anyone with a more open heart and a kinder soul. If there was ever proof that what you were didn't define who you were, here she was.
Something shifted in his demeanour; some new accepted truth that chased away the lingering doubts and insecurities - not gone forever, but at least gone for now. "I don't need to earn windmarks," he said, his words slightly less confident than he would have hoped. "I am not in Endrykas anymore; I don't need their approval or acceptance, and I don't need their signs and status. I have other things now. I have -"
He frowned, but the smile that had formed on his features didn't fade. "If I am Versda," he asked, "Then what is 'sister'?"
Despite all of Drusilla's efforts to lift his spirits, and those of the massage to relax and ease his tension, Zhol couldn't help feeling exposed as he abandoned the towel and slipped into the heated water of the pools. He shuffled uncomfortably, aiming his gaze at anything other than what he might accidentally see through the water. Almost as if she sensed how badly he needed distracting, his new sister began her questions anew.
"I suppose the name is poetic," he replied, smiling as she asked a question that had often bothered him as a child. "The heart of Cyphrus is a vast, rolling expanse of grassland. When the wind blows, it moves the grasses in waves, undulating like a vast ocean. It is a strange name, but one that fits, I think." He shrugged. "As for food, we hunt and forage what we can from the local area; because the city moves, each region has a full year to recover before we return. We breed livestock too, and herd it with us as the city moves; in fact, aside from a few small details, Endrykas is much like any other city you might visit. There are taverns, markets, craft houses, kitchens; they are just in tents made of canvas, rather than buildings made of stone. Or caves," he conceded, with a nod to their surroundings. "As for how they bathe -"
His voice trailed off. Not in giant exposed, all too naked bathhouses, that was for sure. He allowed his smile to take on a mischievous, teasing air. "I'm afraid that there are some Drykas secrets that I simply cannot share. It would ruin the mystery!"
"Pavi" | "Common" | "Nari" | "Symenos"
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