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Not found on any map, Endrykas is a large migrating tent city wherein the horseclans of Cyphrus gather to trade and exchange information. [Lore]

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Beginning of The Journey's End -- 29th of Fall, 515 AV

Postby Shadyn on September 10th, 2015, 8:39 pm

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The soft air of a southeast Cyphrus afternoon ran its gentle fingers through Shadyn's hair as Xarrt flew. He could see the eastern coast of Mizahar in the distance, and knew that he was nearing his goal. After travelling for twenty five days, he was quite sore. Still, seeing the end of his journey so close filled him with an excitement that drove the exhaustion from his body. He had seen much and learned more, and considered this the first step into claiming his position in the world. No longer was he just another young Endal at Wind Reach...he was the first Inarta to fly all the way to the opposite shore of Mizahar. When he returned...he would be famous.

"Xarrt, I see something moving down there...is that a person?"

Turning his head slightly to follow Shadyn's pointing finger, Xarrt evaluated the object for a moment. It is indeed. Looks like a young lady. She is accompanied by a dog and a cat. Do you want to go down?

"Of course! I can't very well travel much farther east, so we must be somewhere near Endrykas...I'm sure she could help us, anyhow." He chuckled slightly. "Besides...you know me, Xarrt. A young lady all alone...my chivalrous nature insists that I provide her with my humble protection."

Protection indeed...very well. Xarrt dove down sharply, swiftly closing in on the ground. At about a hundred feet up, he spread his wings and glided done to a gentle stop in front of the said person on the narrow foot path. Shadyn dismounted nimbly, straightened his attirements, and strode around from behind him. He addressed her in Pavi.

"Hello there. I am a traveler, as you can see...one in need of guidance to Endrykas. I speak very little Pavi, however...do you speak any Common?"


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Postby Amunet on September 10th, 2015, 10:27 pm

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She needed time alone. She needed time to sort the tumultuous circumstances rolling through her head. She needed a way out of it. The girl found solace in one of her jaunts out into the sea of grass keeping more or less to The Run. With the glassbeak hunt proceeding and the large olidosapai moving in their herd she did proceed with her foraging of herbs and her own food stores.

The dog was a silkena female. A sleek sight hound that was in her beginning stages of learning to hunt. The act of chasing down and catching was not so much the problem as it was Amunet’s challenge to get a whole kill, not a half rabbit or game bird. She wanted to move the dog up to gazelle or deer, but didn’t want the dog to damage the hide till she was trained up more. Her thoughts ran along wild pig then.

The cat was a four to five month old hunting cat. She was sleek and had promise to grow into a fine hunting cat. The predatory feline was in a growth spurt and in a gangly clumsy stage. Amunet was exposing her to Hunts as often as she could. The girl tried to hunt when she went foraging to maximize her outings. Her appointment as midwife with the River Flower had her busier. That was just fine as it gave her little time for her family’s shenanigans with attempting to arrange a marriage for her.

Nearby was a sixteen hand dark dun Strider mare. She spotted the large bird first. The girl shivered more or less in the same time the Strider gave a shrill cry of warning. Her eyes narrowed as the woosh that caused the shiver was not normal. The girl turned in time for the great bird to land as her eyes went wide and her hand went to the slingshot. It was quickly loaded with a stone shot and pulled as her breath was quickening. Amunet is five foot four of a slight figure of maybe 100 to 110 lean pounds. The long red hair fell in waves that cascade down her back like a fiery waterfall. There were braids at the top to keep the bulk of it out of her face. Those sky blue eyes were scared but she kept herself between the bird that landed deftly in front of her and her companions. Those sky blue eyes looked right into the bird’s eyes and meant business despite the fear. There was a fire in the eyes that matched the hair.

The odd and remarkable thing was that a man dismounted off of this bird. It took several moments for her to realize the bird was not attacking and the man was approaching her. The slingshot was now on the man who then started to talk to her. He was fairly tall but then just about most everyone was tall. His Pavi was not that good and then asked her if she spoke common.

“I speak some common.” She said in a pleasant silken voice more used to talking to patients and not being intimidating. Her horse laid her ears back and gave a shrill warning cry. The cat was in the brown and beige of the grass as she should hiding. She was too young to protect anything. The dog was probably not far away from the cat. Her coat leant her some camouflage against the gold amonst the green of the grass that was fading due to the onset of Fall.

It was several moments before she put the slingshot down and with one hand she signed. “caution, startle, danger.” He kind of looked dangerous to her as he moved as if he was no stranger to life. The girl took a step back keeping a wary distance from the wayward man from the sky. “Man from sky, who you?” Her chin jutted up bravely in the demand.

The breeze made the ends of her hair dance which didn’t help her look like any kind of threat. Actually she isn’t really, but she was learning to defend herself somewhat. Amunet had never seen an Endal much less a large bird you could ride. Fire could be gentle and warm. It could also burn and ruin someone’s day.
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Postby Shadyn on September 11th, 2015, 6:33 pm

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The girl who stood before him was not just beautiful...she was breathtaking, far more a part of unadulterated nature than any Endal he had known. He understood her abrupt signage, and realized he had probably severely frightened her and her animals...after all, this was most likely the first Endal she had ever seen. Not to mention the fact that he had his tomahawk strapped to his waist, the two hilts of his Talon swords protruding slightly from under the katinu's folds near his hips, and his longbow and quiver on his back. Still, he admired her pugnaciousness, and could not help but allow a crooked grin to tug at the corners of his mouth. Fortunately, she knew common. The moniker "Man from the Sky," though, was something he would have to remember.

He tossed back his katinu's hood, pulled the mouth cover down from his face, and tugged off his sontav's, tucking them under his belt. He addressed her in common. "Though I am a man of battle when war is waged, I am a man of peace when peace be offered. My name is Shadyn Xarrt. I hail from Wind Reach. This is my Wind Eagle, Xarrt...he's telepathic, just so you are prepared. Anyhow, I seek conveyance to Endrykas, where I hope to find the welcome fitting for a time of learning and adventure. I am pleased to make your acquaintance, miss."

Xarrt settled down his feathers to look as peacable -- though still majestic -- as possible. He added in perfect Pavi, There is no need to fear, daughter. This man is a man of honor, one you could trust with your life. And I, as well, will offer no harm to those who do not threaten him.

Shadyn noticed that Xarrt must have also said something to the animals, in that arcane language that only nature knows, for nearly all of their fright seemed to vanish in a matter of moments. This was why he was so thankful for his companionship. His timeless wisdom and abilities continued to amaze him, as well as serve helpful and vital functions in his life. Shadyn did not doubt that the day would come when Xarrt would save him from catastrophe with the same ease with which he mediated this little exchange.


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Postby Colt on September 11th, 2015, 9:11 pm

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Frost. It was unusual and worrisome; while the thin layer of crystals over the morning grass was weak and soon gone by the time morning got fully underway, the chilled winds remained and instilled a vague sense of uneasiness throughout Endrykas; not even halfway through fall and winter was already taking vicious snaps at them. There was talk of the weaker zibri mistaking the cold for the next season, and growing their hides too thick too soon before tightening up their milk and refusing to give any, even to their calves. The Dawnwhispers were eyeing their own herd uneasily; with so many calves in relation to so few milking cows, it was already a chore to distribute food evenly, not to mention little Mantali’s aggressive refusal of anyone that wasn’t Naiya. If the cows dried up early, they would have to find a different food source for the calves that hadn’t been weaned yet. The rest of fall was looking to be a difficult one.

Snow was also beginning to present difficulties of her own. Even thirty days into the season, less than sixty days after her mysterious arrival, she was quickly becoming massive. She had hit her growth spurt barely a day after appearing, and was now an easy three and a half feet at the shoulder, outweighing any hunting dog Shahar had seen. There were some Imperial Watchers that could equal her in size, but while Snow seemed to have achieved the larger part of her life mass, it was relatively clear that she was still not finished growing.

If she continued much farther, Shahar would have to begin measuring her height by hands.

With size came Snow’s need for food, which piled up with Seirei’s twins, the calves, and now seemingly with Seirei herself––the woman had been acting somewhat strange recently, and ate more than Shahar had expected. So many mouths made meals a puzzle to be solved three times a day, which made hunting for other pavilions almost an afterthought; with Naiya spending most of her time with the zibri or her sewing, and Seirei spending most of her time with her children and carvings, the responsibility of hunting fell, for the most part, to Shahar and Khida. It was this responsibility that saw Shahar in the Sea of Grass now.

A shallow crater had long ago filled with water, and naturally had spawned trees at its shores that sheltered the water and kept the sun from stealing it away. It was minor, but enough to draw together all sorts of beasts that lived on the Sea of Grass, and it was where Shahar had chosen to stage his hunt. Snow and Tuka crouched at either side, waiting for his signal to actually rise and ready themselves; one of the advantages that had come with Snow’s large size was her vast usefulness on hunts. Although she wasn’t nearly as fast as Tuka or Akaidras, she was strong and extremely long-winded. He could also plan hunts alongside her in a way that he couldn’t with Tuka; her young mind was quickly sharpening, and she could offer insights into the minds of their prey that Shahar never could have imagined. She was a born hunter.

The target of his spears was a small herd of nabato cattle, animals that he had seen briefly on his visit to Riverfall but otherwise had not had much experience with. They seemed calm, and relatively slow––at least, slower that Shahar’s usual fare, and almost certainly slower than Akaidras. Slaying one didn’t seem like it would be much of an affair, although their size made Shahar worry somewhat about how to get it back home. If worse came to worse, he was in a stand of trees, and he had rope; it would be a simple affair to build a makeshift travois and attach it to his strider.

At least, it would have been a simple affair, had the cattle not been startled into running before Shahar had the chance to even begin making a plan.

What shadow! Snow said, barking in sudden distress. Both Tuka and Akaidras had seen it too, and were suddenly moving nervously, picking up feet and flicking tails in fear.

What event? Shahar asked, signing firm demand come close to my side to Tuka. To Akaidras he gave the signal to back up, then to move forward in tight circles; both were uneasy, and the first thing he could think of was to ask them to do something, to focus their nervous energy towards a specific task even if the task was useless. A useless task was better than a destructive one, and they needed to remain focused or there would be no controlling them.

Shadow overhead!

Trees?

Above! Huge fly scared don’t know!

Where?

Snow gave him her impressions: a massive, bird-like shadow flying over the trees, angled vaguely east. Shahar angled Akaidras towards its path, bidding Tuka to follow close.

Where go? Snow asked.

Follow see.

Danger!

See danger, home, tell danger, all home defend. Need.

Hope yes alright, following nervous.

The four of them left the cover of the trees for the open plains. A quick glance upward revealed nothing that would have made the large shadow Snow had informed him of; whatever it was, it had flown on.

Hear! Shahar stopped them as Snow halted, ears straining forward. On, big-bird shadow sound, down land heavy loud.

Close?

Close!

Snow led the way, through the grass until––what was that?

All four of them collectively stopped and gawked.

It was a bird. A huge bird. Larger than a glassbeak or grassbear, larger even than an Olidosapaux. Its sheer size was almost impossible to comprehend––even though, without the size, the shape of the bird was piercingly familiar.

Hooked beak. Divoted flight feathers. Curling talons. It was undoubtedly a bird of prey, in the same way that Khida was. The wings were broader, and not nearly as pointed as his bondmate’s, and it was obviously a different color, but… it was just so big.

That, a big bird, Snow observed, stunned.

Before their eyes the bird revealed that it wasn’t alone; a person made its way down from the creature’s back, bundled up in cloth and cloak. And as the person descended, Shahar came to another, just as jarring realization: there was a women there, too. And she was Drykas.

Snow realized it just as he did; the Drykas woman was face-to-face with the bird and bird-rider, woefully under-equipped with what looked like a slingshot as her only protection.

Defense! The surge erupted between the she-wolf and hunter simultaneously, and both burst into movement towards the scene unfolding before them. Akaidras threw his head in fear, but his hooves took Shahar forward.

Snow barked as she ran, seeking to alert both the woman and her audience to their presence; when Shahar was certain they had been heard, he commanded Snow to cut around circle; the two of them stopped, spun on a heel and split into opposite directions, moving as one to cover both sides of what was happening.

Fear defense protect danger! he sign-shouted to the woman. Join together come!
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Postby Amunet on September 11th, 2015, 10:27 pm

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The slingshot came down as the man unveiled his face. She stood straight and a bit sideways in a defensive stance. She was not a warrior by any means, but she has had some tutoring. A little. When the man’s face was revealed and he spoke, the words that poured out of his mouth were a bit more than she understood. He was a looker but physicality was not important to the natural beauty standing before him. The look in his eyes was another matter. Then the bird spoke.

At first she looked around and wondered who was speaking, but the man did say the bird was telepathic. The little woman had never experienced being talked to in the head before. It took her a moment or two to realize it came from the bird. Amunet looked into the bird’s eyes in a most direct fashion. The bird’s voice and words she decided she liked. Her hands motioned and conveyed, ‘Time, telling, maybe.’ Her attention was then on the Bird Rider who she now knew to be called Shadyn. Her head turned at the bark at that moment before she saw the Drykas man running towards her obviously ready to defend one of his kind. Shetanae, her strider mare gave a shrill neigh towards the stallion.

Her gentle hand went palm up towards the quickly advancing hunter as her head tilted and her slingshot was slid within the confines of the belt and her waist. The man named Shadyn had not drawn a weapon. ‘visitor, not sure, intentions’ was quickly signed to Shahar in fluid grace as her hands danced. The Drykas man running towards her looked to be prepared to draw weapons as this was escalating quickly. Truth be told she was more trusting than the others of her kind. The bird she could relate to. She put her hands up to both the Drykas man and the Bird rider to stand between them. The girl looked over towards the grass and trees before closing her eyes a moment. The breeze blew and swept against them as the cool briskness made the tresses of fire dance. When those sky blue eyes turned to look with the same directness as before into Shadyn’s eyes , she brought her arms down and provided her name, “Amunet.”

Tuka would see that Amunet had with her a cub similar to what she was but of 4 months which came to curl around the redhead's legs. The Silkena stood not too far off and then went off to the side as something on that side caught her attention. Her being a sight hound if she came across the other dog she probably be curious. The dog was still learning. Shetanae laid her ears back more to the man than the Wind Eagle as she did not suffer the shenanigans of a stallion lightly and that man smelled stallion. This was her companion whom she had protected since bonding with her. A hand on the neck of the sixteen hand mare eased her a little but the protective strider mare made it clear to the bird and the man that she was watching them closely.

“Wind Reach. Far away. Your common more good. My common good. Not that good. Some words not known.” The red head tried to convey. Her stance and expression was tense and still wary. Curiosity her bane she did wonder what the bird could teach her.
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Postby Shadyn on September 12th, 2015, 4:29 pm

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Amunet...the name was far different from the Nari names. It was apparent from her stance and position that she was trying to keep the situation from escalating between him and the other warrior. He did not want to fight, but he made a point of locking eyes with the Drykas man while at the same time sweeping his katinu aside, drawing emphasis to his dual Talon swords' fine glass hilts, his tomahawk, and the composite longbow hanging on his back. The next moment, however, he made a short phrase to both of them in grassland sign. "Peace, you peace give."

He shifted his attention back to the woman. Her common was clearly little used, and she had even said that she did not know some of his words. He ran a hand through his black and crimson hair thoughtfully. Fine speech had always been a habit of his...reducing his language to fit those who spoke it but poorly was new to him.

"Amunet...a beautiful name for a beautiful woman. I am a traveler. I seek rest in Endrykas. I was told to find a Drykas to lead me there. Will you help me?"

Noticing the young cat at her feet, he smiled and crouched down. He spoke to it in the trilling, fluid, tonal Nari. "Hello there, kitty. Who's a sweet little creature, hm? You're just a pretty as your human, do you know that?"

It would not understand him, but Nari had been crafted to be soothing and pleasant to all animals, though it was particularly tailored to avians. Still, both of these people had a horse, cat, and dog...they were obviously a strongly husbandry oriented culture, so he presumed that if he won the trust of the animals, he could win the trust of the Drykas. He could also tell who it was that actually held her attention, and it wasn't him. Looking over his shoulder, he fired a rapid -- though softly spoken -- burst of Nari at Xarrt.

"Since you apparently know Pavi a lot better than I do, would you mind explaining things to them? Also, I would greatly appreciate it if you made sure that the large warrior over there does not try to impale me with one of his javelins."

Xarrt nodded, then spoke in his impeccable Pavi to both of the Drykas, making sure his telepathy reached both of them.

I am Xarrt. My rider, Shadyn, desires no conflict, and seeks to do no harm. We have traveled nearly 3,000 miles over seas and rivers, through The Unforgiving wilderness of Kalea and The Sea of Grass of Cyphrus. We have fought Zith, dire animals, and the elements. He has crossed the entirety of Mizahar merely in search of new lands, knowledge, and peoples. We wish for a peaceful welcome, a place to stay were we can both learn and teach, serve and be served, help and be helped. Your hospitality will be met by willing aide in anything you desire on our part. However, if we be met by hostility, I assure you that I will crush any and all who threaten his life in my talons and beak. I hope, though, that it does not come to that, and we are given the kindness befitting weary strangers.

When he finished, Xarrt nodded to Shadyn, who stood from where he had been squatting. Shadyn squared his shoulders, then bowed, adding in his broken Pavi, "It is as my mount says."

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Postby Colt on September 12th, 2015, 5:22 pm

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The Drykas had with her a mare, who raised her head to call out to Akaidras… reassuringly? Akaidras snorted and stalled a step, slowing them down; the woman herself tossed off quick, uncertain signs to him, neither indicating danger or denying it.

The gallop became a lope and hunter and horse continued to circle, uncertain of whether the woman was in danger or even what they would do if she was. Snow moved opposite; in this goal, she and Shahar were almost of one mind, pouring a constant flow of information to one another. Each knew the other’s movement, what the other was seeing and hearing, and neither were seeing or hearing anything to indicate hostility from the bird.

The last thing either of them expected, however, was for the bird to speak.

I am Xarrt. Shahar fell forward in the yvas out of surprise, gripping Akaidras’ mane to keep himself steady. The telepathy came steadily and clearly, and reverberated through every part of Shahar’s being. From behind the eagle, Snow let out a terrified yelp as she heard the foreign noise in Shahar’s mind. Connection disrupted, she broke their makeshift formation and sprinted around the bird, suddenly blind to anything save her need to join her partner.

The eagle spoke of journeys and battles. Seekers. Knowledge. A desire for welcome. And then it spoke of beak and talon. Threats. Defense of its rider.

Stop! Snow didn’t shout at the eagle, but through Shahar, towards the unknown force that was occupying his head where only she was supposed to be. Fear let him go! Mine!

With a sudden lack of direction, Akaidras had slowed to a nervous trot, throwing his head and snorting nervously. The black-haired man spoke, and Shahar looked over in surprise; he had almost forgotten that the eagle was not alone. “It is as my mount says.”

Snow pinned her ears and nipped at the toe of Shahar’s boot worriedly, a piercing whine rising from her throat. She had not heard Xarrt’s monologue, and knew nothing except that there had been someone else in Shahar’s mind, in the place she usually occupied. He could feel her combing through their connection, trying to find the intruder––a strange thing to feel––but could find none. What event what happen inquiry safe safe why how protect, not supposed to be.

Shaky reassurance, I’m here.

To a traveler, especially one that had tangled their claws in Talderian flesh, Snow was more than clearly not a dog; if anything, she was closest in appearance to a small white dire wolf, already straining the upper size limits of a regular wolf and with more growth ahead of her. But with her ears back, her tail between her legs and an uncertain whine coming from her throat, she was nowhere near threatening.

It didn’t occur to Shahar that the black-haired man was an intermediary; he simply turned and replied to the eagle directly.

“Xarrt,” he said, rolling the word experimentally. His accent made the word short and clipped, although it retained the airy, lyrical nature of Pavi. “Your home, where? You come from where? Land here, why? What do you want?”

Out of the corner of his eye, Shahar spotted the familiar movement of tawny spots through the grass. Tuka had followed them after all, and was making her careful way towards Amunet’s cat; she didn’t like this situation any more than Akaidras, which was to say she didn’t care for it at all.
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Postby Amunet on September 12th, 2015, 6:56 pm

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It was startling for Amunet with the telepathy in as much it would startle anyone at first. The young woman lifted her face to Xarrt and Shadyn both. It seemed the bond she shared with her Strider was very much like the man and the bird. “You must understand things. “ She said it in common and in a way that was both soft and very stern. This situation was still tense rather the Wind Eagle and His Rider realized it or not. Perhaps an odd combination but Amunet was an enigma of opposites sometimes.

“The Drykas are a cautious people. New people, not welcome lightly. “ The whole idea to visit just to visit was completely foreign to the Drykas. Her voice softened even further where one would need to bend an ear to hear her properly. “Drykas people protect fiercely their own.” The man chose to what she felt was a compliment. Her head dipped to politely accept the compliment. "Beauty holds own flame."

The words of the Wind Eagle caused Amunet to narrow her eyes at the bird as she looked him in the eyes. Pavi was more than a spoken language. Though the bird was speaking the words just fine, the other layers of the language was not so well conveyed. Amunet spoke again in soft stern words as her hands danced with fluidity and grace as she spoke that which she could convey with more eloquence. “Xarrt that is well. Do not doubt the Drykas’s strength. Violence will be met in kind as Peace is met with cautioned Peace. I am a midwife and not an Ankal. You and your rider’s majestic presence pose questions I am not qualified to answer. Peace cannot be kept by force. It can only be achieved by understanding. Our ways are not your ways so this requires patience. “ The sign with the words added layers of deeper meaning. The young woman’s voice would be pleasant to the ear. Perhaps it’s the talk of a girl ignorant of the struggles of survival and life as she was young, but it did hold with it compassion and hope.

The girl turned to Shahar who was on the dancing stallion. This leaves her more vulnerable than she was before as those innocent sky blue eyes looked into the hunter’s eyes as she signed with those graceful movements, ‘Watch, authority, need. Come stand with me, please.’ The girl’s head turned back to look into Shadyn’s eyes hoping that his bird would convey what she said. The girl knew enough that this matter was not hers to decide. One does not lightly bring foreigners into Endrykas.

Leia sniffed at Shadyn as the trills did get her attention. The cub did not move from Amunet’s side till she saw Tuka. The little bark of a cub issued as she moved towards Tuka. Camile the sight hound having come out of the gold grass where she had blended in to see Snow. Snow kind of scared Camile. The dog moved back to her mistress circled around and sat as she was taught. The mare nickered towards the stallion in a way of meaning, ‘I have my eye on the both of them.’ The ten year old mare was a veteran at watching out for her rider, other mares and foals of the general herds of the Drykas she mingles with. The pairing of this particular mare and the diminutive young lady had been a subject of the elders at times. To understand the Drykas was to understand the herd. The bonded riders were as much a part of the herd as the horses themselves.
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Postby Shadyn on September 13th, 2015, 1:01 am

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Based upon what Xarrt told him the young woman had said, Xarrt's straightforward manners and intensely protective nature might do him more harm than good. Shadyn glanced at him and made an almost imperceptible motion with his hand. The loyal bird hesitated only a moment, then spread his massive wings and rose into the sky until he was but a dark dot high above them.

He remained facing the two Drykas. The term she had used -- "Ankal" -- he presumed to be their equivalent of Endal. From he had seen so far, he realized that the Drykas most likely shared a good deal of their society structure with the Inarta, though they seemed far more reserved than his own out-spoken brethren. They were immensely curious, that much he could see, but they were also immensely cautious. Though unused to this trait, he decided to do what he could to rectify that.

Slowly, he took off his katinu, along with the bow and quiver. He set them on the ground beside him. Next, he unlatched the two cross-belts that held his Talon swords, putting them in the same spot. The last thing he removed was his tomahawk, leaving him with only the waterskin at his side. He held his arms out to the side with his palms up, showing that they were empty. Since he knew his Pavi was not good enough to covey what he wishes, he merely spoke and signed the first word in the most sincere and kind manner the Drykas horse trader had taught him as a boy.

"My friends..." he paused to contemplate what he was going to say in common, then continued, "Forgive Xarrt's protective nature. I remove my weapons as a sign of my intention. I come from Wind Reach, of the volcanic mountain Skyinarta. This is in the far north and west of Mizahar, truly the opposite side of the lands."

He furrowed his brow on how to properly convey the next topic, then decided upon a mix of sign language and common.

"I come here seeking new knowledge" -- he accompanied this by pointing to his mind and then mimicking a blooming flower -- "and new friends" -- indicated by gestures to both of them, then to himself, then a clasping of his hands --" and nothing else. I journey because I love the freedom and life it gives me" -- with this he made the Grasslands Sign for bird then gestured hatching and taking flight -- "and for adventure." -- shown by gesturing inclusively to the world around him then smiling broadly.

In truth, he felt like he was playing one of his nursery games as a Yasi, but...maybe it would work. Maybe.

Just in case, he put on his most friendly face, and kept his hands slightly outstretched, palms up.




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Narration and Shadyn (normal text) -- Lanira (bold text) -- Thoughts and Xarrt's telepathic speech (italics)

NOTE: No matter what the language of conversation, Shadyn will almost always speak to Lanira in Nari, and she will use Nari with him, unless otherwise stated.
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Beginning of The Journey's End -- 29th of Fall, 515 AV

Postby Colt on September 17th, 2015, 5:41 pm

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The woman’s cub let out a noise at the sight of Tuka and moved closer; most of the Drykas animals appeared to still be uncomfortable, and although they would certainly not abandon their two humans for the safety of the grass, they seemed to be squaring up in preparation for… something. The mare nickered at Akaidras, who snorted to let Shahar know that he wanted to move closer; Snow, with her partner well, now turned her wary attention back to the bird, still not certain of exactly what had happened in Shahar’s mind.

The woman stood straight at the eagle’s words, refusing intimidation. Her strength drew in the focus of the group and tempered it, and soon all looked to her as she replied confidently.

Once her piece was said, the woman looked to Shahar and tossed off a quick, terse set of signs at him. Understood provide protect resilient. He pulled Akaidras closer and took up a stance at her shoulder, where he could observe any threats coming her way, and, if worse came to worse, haul her into his yvas and remove them both from the situation.

Inquiry task what is?

Protect her.

Snow obeyed and cut around behind the red-haired woman, drawing herself up to her full height and coming to stand at the opposite side. With Shahar on one side and Snow on the other, and with both keeping cautious eyes on the bird and rider, the woman was certainly not without defenders. Whether either of those defenders would be at all effective against a giant eagle, Shahar didn’t want to find out.

The black-haired foreigner glanced back at the bird. A tense moment passed, but then Xarrt spread his wings––an act that made both Shahar and Snow coil––before claiming the air and pulling himself back into the sky. He grew smaller and smaller until Shahar had to struggle to see him, but Xarrt wasn’t the only one Shahar was cautious of; the human-shaped stranger was still with them on the ground.

The man began to slowly and steadily shed his weapons one by one, each creation alien and unfamiliar to Shahar’s eyes. One, two, three implements, laid out on the ground until the only thing the man possessed was what the hunter presumed to be a waterskin. He then spread his hands and began to speak in careful Common, many words of which flew straight over Shahar’s head. My, I, friend, come, far, north, west, lands. Not enough for Shahar to comprehend the bulk of what he was saying, and he glanced at the woman beside him. No understand, he told her. I have different speech, not this one. You understand? She seemed to have a far stronger grasp on Common than he did.

The stranger continued on, and again Shahar was able to pick out specific words. Come here, new, friends, nothing, love, life. All a purposeless set of words that the hunter could not string together. But if the woman that he and Snow flanked was more versed in the language, he wouldn’t have to; she seemed to share his caution, and so he would trust her to synthesize what it was the stranger was telling her.
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