Solo Stains of Red and Violet

[Taurina]

Morning of the 61st of Winter 516

Syna’s light was bright and shining over Endrykas. Though the day was hot, it was clear and the goddess’s brilliance was seen by all. The Lilacwind pavilion had the flap of the tent open, allowing the inhabitants of the tent to see that brilliant light. It also allowed the passerbys to see within and perhaps be tempted to draw nearer because of what they saw. Whether that be one of Jarorra Lilacwind’s flirty smiles and shining eyes or the bright colors of jars full of ink set near the front for all to see, everything about the tent full of artists worked to draw potential clients in.

Art of past works swirled across the scrolls of parchment that also sat at the front of the Lilacwind pavilion. Some liked to come in and look at the works, get a feel for each artist’s style of work and sometimes make their decisions based off of that.

Jarorra had the most sketches which one who knew her would expect. The female Lilacwind enjoyed sitting down with all of her clients, stretching out on the various pillows and furs meant for such things, and sketching out depictions of what they described to her. She really tried to get a feel for her clients and their stories and drew those stories out in charcoal before starting the process of transferring sketches into works inked on skin.

Injal had his fair share of sketches in the bunch as well. If they signed or marked the works in any way, Taurina did not know it. She just knew whose was whose by looking at the style. Each expressed themselves different in each sketch and in each work of ink. Injal preferred feeling his customers out as he worked and only truly sketched out basic ideas. The sketches presented for all to see were some of his better and more detailed ones, but even those were no great works of art. No, the art came when sketch was turned into windmark. That was when the man’s talent and artistry really shone through.

Keil did not have many in the pile, but he was still fairly new. His work took longer and he did not do much sketching. Instead he created basic drawings. Most of his work was that of flora and fauna. Drawings that took a long time for him to create and were made for practice rather than to be put on another’s skin. It was those that had been added to the growing pile of art.

Taurina stared at the various scrolls this winter morning, studying each and every one of them. The others were about the tent doing various tasks and Taurina had been tasked with sorting the mess that was all the sketches and drawings. There were some in the pile that did not look to even belong to any currently at the pavilion. Where those had come from was a mystery to Taurina, but she sorted through them anyway. After all, it was her job this morning to do just that.

The Ethaefal picked up the sketch of a lizard and the one of the sky. Jarorra and Injal had met while creating these arts. While they were not either of the Drykas’ best works, they remained here with the other works for they carried the weight of personal meaning. Taurina had been told the story and she had found it touching. Two people with artists souls, searching for inspiration only to find each other. Jarorra had even had the work marked on her body as a permanent reminder of that day. The two were interesting together, though Taurina suspected that they would not have it any other way. A smile formed at the thought and so the Eth rolled the two scrolls up and put them to the side for a time. They deserved just the right place and she would not know where that was until everything else had found where it belonged.

After those two sketches were picked out, Taurina moved through the rest. There were so many all of various things, depicting so many different lives and stories. Each Drykas, each person had their own unique story. The girl who bonded during a lightning storm. The hunter who found not prey but a companion on one of his trips. The young child who showed bravery and gained the attention of his strider by saving another life. Stories, adventures, the moment when one went from striderless to full Drykas. The windmarks and the sketches that came before them tried hard to capture those stories and store them on the body for all time.

“Oh, I like that one,” it was Jarorra’s voice the cooed over Taurina’s shoulder as she looked to the sketch in the Eth’s hands.

Taurina’s gaze drifted back and she smiled softly when her eyes landed on the one who had become like a mentor to her. Jarorra was always very kind and patient with the inexperienced Ethaefal. So was Injal, but Taurina always preferred the female Lilacwind. Injal was more intimidating to her for a reason not well known to even her.

“I remember the session, it was one of mine,” Jarorra went on further about the sketch in the assistant’s hands, “long time it took for her to find her first strider. She was so excited, no longer walahk.”

Jarorra’s hands told of pride, honor, and freedom. Taurina nodded, hoping one day she would feel those things. She did not feel trapped for unlike some, she was not seen as fully walahk. She was, but she was not. Once she was Drykas and she looked Drykas. It was only when they saw her horse that people questioned and some learned the truth, that she had not yet bonded to a strider in this life. Melody was no strider, Taurina could not and did not pretend that she was. She was also not a slave like some walahk were, she was just striderless. Hopefully it would not be that way forever.

“Some day, Taurina, someday,” Jarorra must have seen her face, the woman’s hands moved to say do not worry, one will come, give time.

Taurina gave a hesitant smile. She believed that Jarorra was right, but she wished for one to come soon. She wanted to know that she had done right, that she was meant to be here. She had been accepted by the Stormbloods and was becoming one of their family, but still she doubted. She always doubted. Maybe this one more thing, this bonding to a strider. Maybe that would be her answer and validate all she was doing. Or maybe it would just be one more thing for her to question and have doubts about…

Taurina sighed, sometimes it felt like there was no winning this battle that raged in her head.

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[Taurina]

Though the Ethaefal had not asked for the help, she did not decline as Jarorra began to give it. The two shuffled through the various sketches and drawings. Jarorra liked to take pause and talk about some of them, especially if the client had been one of her own. Taurina watched as the woman’s face would light up at memories of the past. She liked telling the stories some of these sketches represented.

“This session was so long,” Jarorra said, expressing exhaustion, “but he earned those windmarks and wanted them done exactly right.”

Jarorra gave a smile, letting her eyes dance before handing the scroll over to Taurina. The sketch was more abstract and written in symbols rather than a singular scene. Symbols varied, much like the sign used among the Drykas to better convey the meaning behind what they said. While sign was very similar from person to person, each used it a little differently and made it unique to the person themselves.

Some things were easily picked out and understood within the symbols before the Eth. She understood bolts of lightning to mean storm and the angry symbols beneath the lightning told that it had been one that brought much destruction. After that, there was a solid black band that separated the storm from the other layers of symbols. Taurina did not know what the band was for, it was not shown again so it was not simply something to divide up the scenes. It was something else, something with meaning. Taurina did not ask, but instead decided to just enjoy what she could of the art. After all, she could not linger too long, they had more to get through and then there was figuring out how she was going to put them all back for people to properly see.

Taurina did not stay on the sketch before her much longer. Just enough to understand that there had been a light that came out of the darkness. Hope had come and a strider had been born from that. The man had risen from the ashes of whatever destruction had been laid upon him and things had taken a turn for the better at least for those short moments, however long they had lasted. Taurina gave a sad smile before rolling the scroll up and placing it with the others. All this hope, these happy endings.. a headache was starting to form along her temples.

“I wonder what this is?” Taurina’s attention was drawn over to Jarorra, distracting her from taking a moment to press her fingers against where it hurt.

“Hmm?” was the quiet request Taurina made for clarification on what Jarorra was talking about.

The Drykas woman heard her well enough and soon the parchment was turned for the Ethaefal to see. It was a sketch, but blooming across the scroll were stains of red, purple, and blue. What in Mizahar?

“Paint perhaps?” Taurina suggested, reaching out and taking the scroll from her mentor.

The headache was forgotten about momentarily as Taurina gazed at the blossoms of color that did not belong. This sketch was not one of Jarorra’s, but instead likely one done by Injal. It was all done in black lines that lacked the detail Jarorra usually added. The work was clean and easy on the eyes, mostly done in shapes and lines. Whoever the receiving Drykas had been liked the clear cut, almost rigid lines that came to sharp points. When one looked too closely at the work, without viewing the bigger picture, it just looked to be composed of lots of triangles all placed together to look like diamonds facing different directions. Viewed from afar, one saw the image of a geometric strider with Syna’s rays stretching along its back. It was pretty in a unique sort of way, but it was clear that the plumes of color did not belong.

“On the parchment?” Jarorra questioned, her hands signing her surprise and also there was some curiosity.

How had the marks escaped their notice before?

Taurina shrugged, looking hopelessly to her female mentor. She had no idea how such a thing had happened for she had not been there to witness the event that had caused such a thing. Perhaps two of the inks had spilled and mingled together across the parchment? Though, then there was the question of how it just got on the one if that was the case. The Ethaefal had not seen any others like the one in her hands which caused her to assume that it had likely not been something that happened while it was with the other sketches and drawings. It must have happened when it was apart from the others for some reason.

“Ask Injal?” Taurina suggested, inquiry, “his work, he might know.” Worth a try.

Jarorra seemed to take pause and think for a moment before there was a simply let’s ask. The female Lilacwind took the parchment back from Taurina’s hands and made her way back towards her husband. Taurina was not so sure if Jarorra was upset with this or if she was merely curious. The sketch did not have to stay out for others to see, it could be put away with others that had not made the cut. It was not really ruined, it just did not represent clearly what the tattoo had likely been. Taurina herself thought the colors of it beautiful and the way that they blended together across the scroll was pleasant to look at. She did not say that though, merely thought it as she followed Jarorra back toward Injal. She was curious to find out first hand if he knew anything.

Taurina watched as the couple talked with mainly a flurry of hands. They moved fast so the Ethaefal could not easily follow from the angle she stood at from her place of observing. Neither seemed truly mad, just curious, and Injal looked maybe even slightly amused. Taurina wondered if he knew anything. She could not tell from where she stood, but to get closer would invade their privacy. Taurina did not want to do that so instead she debated just returning to the other works and continue sorting through them. This was just wasting her time…

“I do not know,” Injal’s voice was louder and startled Taurina out of her thoughts.

Dull brown eyes shifted over to find the male Lilacwind only a few feet from her with his wife behind him. Both looked amused and Jarorra’s eyes were dancing. At least they were not angry.

Mystery Injal signed unsolved. Taurina released a little sigh of unexpected disappointment. She had wanted him to know and now that it was confirmed that he did not, it was back to the beginning.

“Try Keil,” was Injal’s suggested, handing the scroll back over to Taurina, “we are all curious. The color does not belong.”

The Ethaefal took the scroll and nodded with a small smile. She would ask the more novice of the three artists, perhaps he would know or perhaps he would just grow curious as well. Taurina had some hope of the mystery being solved, but not much. Instead she saw this to be something else: a welcome distraction.

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[Taurina]

Keil was… less than amused when the mystery was presented to him. Unlike the others, he did not smile or allow his eyes to light up with curiosity. Instead he looked more offended that Taurina even ask if there was even a possibility of him knowing what had happened. His frown went so deep that wrinkles formed in-between his eyebrows. The Eth did not understand his hostility and internally shied away from it, wishing she had never asked him.

“Why would I know of such a thing happening?” his voice was not really angry, but it was not kind, more annoyed as if he was so busy with something else that he could not be bothered with this.

Taurina knew the whole “quest” was rather foolish and had little to do with what they actually did here, but it was something out of the norm. On a slow day such as this one it was okay not to be so serious and get a little off task. What was Keil even doing anyway that caused him to be so annoyed with the disruption?

“Sorry, I asked, just thought you might know something,” Taurina delivered shy words, her hands making apologies, did not mean to disrupt.

The Ethaefal sighed, the distraction this little discovery had provided had faded. Keil had destroyed the mood with his ever present serious attitude. Usually it was not this bad. Usually he was just quiet and introverted with more focus than most here because he had to make up for the lack of knowledge. This day, however, it was like he had woken up on the wrong side of the bedroll. He was just… mean. That was a good word to describe it. Taurina left his presence as soon as she could, his attitude causing her headache to begin to form once more.

The Eth retreated back over to where her piles of scrolls were, finding it safer there. There was no mysteries, no need to really interact with anyone else, it was just the art and her. Nothing else. Well, the illusion was there of there being nothing else. In reality there were the others in the tent, the possibility of a client coming in. Perhaps even a full windmarks session would begin to happen within the next bell. One never knew truly. They could only guess and go with what came their way.

Taurina sighed softly and put the stained artwork to the side. She would deal with it later… or never. She might just stick it in with the rest at the bottom or something, where hardly any would see it. The Eth sighed, it was pretty, but she would not do that. It was not a true representation of anyone’s work and so therefore it would be misleading to slip it in with the rest. No, it would go be stored somewhere else or perhaps maybe even destroyed. Taurina did not want that for she loved how the colors mixed over the canvas, but she would understand. It was technically ruined. If they kept it than it would most likely be for the mystery it held rather than the art scrawled out over the surface.

“No luck with Keil?” Jarorra’s voice announced her presence behind Taurina once more, but this time the Eth did not look over.

Taurina just shook her head. Her hands moved over some sketches that had been done by Jarorra. Some were very beautiful, but Taurina did not find herself able to appreciate the art in these moments anymore. Instead she felt the need to just get her job done so she could move onto the next task.

“I see… where is the scroll?” Jarorra probably threw some signs in there, better expressing her emotions and what she saw, but Taurina was not paying attention.

There Taurina signed over to where the scroll had been placed separate from the rest. If Jarorra nodded or signed anything, again, Taurina did not see. The Ethaefal heard as quiet footsteps moved away from her and when she looked, the stained scroll was gone. Maybe Jarorra was going to Keil to see for herself what his answer was. Or maybe she was just putting the scroll where she wished for it to be kept now that its blemishes had been found. Taurina did not know. She did not care anymore for the whole ordeal had upset her. She was wallowing in the disappointment rather than work her way out of it.

All the sketches and drawings had been spread out and put into different piles by this point. First they had been shuffled into piles of their creators. There was Injal, Jarorra, Keil, and a smallish pile of works done by people unknown to Taurina. It was possible that the works in the last pile belonged to one of the three or maybe they came from someone else. A previous worker perhaps? Someone who was just good at art and added it to the pile one day hoping that it would never get caught? Maybe even just earlier works of Jarorra and Injal? Taurina was unsure, but she knew the art was not hers and it did not look familiar. She would have to ask about what to do with those.

After being separated into piles of artists, Taurina had sorted it based upon if it was colored or not. Some were while others were not. After that it had been by what it was of. Flora or fauna? A mixture? Neither? Taurina did her best to create sub-piles within her artist piles. Once that was done, she began neatly stacking all of the rolled up scrolls how she wanted them to be presented to the clients. Well, how they would be presented until the whole thing was messed up and needed to be organized once more. It was inevitable that that would happen and it was annoying. Taurina knew she would deal with it though. Over and over, she would clean up the scrolls of art so that everyone who came in could look upon them.

Taurina created a pyramid like shape with the scrolls. The most were at the bottom, then with each layer less and less scrolls were placed. She alternated the layers based upon who the art was done by. The unidentified ones all at the bottom to possibly be dealt with later and then it went Jarorra, Injal, and Keil till it was complete. With the left over scrolls, -which the Eth had picked specifically to be last- Taurina opened them up and spread them across the table, surrounding the somewhat pyramid like shape the rolled up scrolls made.

Right next to the “pyramid” on the right side was the sketch of the lizard. On the other side, the sketch of the sky. Given a place of honor for all to see, a story told. Taurina smiled softly at her work. It looked clean and pretty, she was pleased. It would not be long before someone came and messed it all up wanting to see and know what the scrolls held, but for now it looked nice and that was enough.

Satisfied, the Ethaefal walked away and went to start on her next project. Now she was going to help Keil sterilize some equipment. After his attitude earlier, however… Taurina was not looking forward to it.

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[Taurina]

In the center of the Lilacwind pavilion, like in most pavilions, was a fire that fluctuated in size and heat. The artists used it for a variety of things, but it helped immensely with sterilizing the equipment. Keil knew the most about cleaning all the tools so he usually did it or had at least some hand in the work getting done. It was not uncommon for Taurina to gain the task of helping out for that was apart of her job. She went where she needed and helped out with everything the best she could. So, since that was were Keil was now and that was where the need was, Taurina went there despite her lack of desire to interact with the Bloodwater man.

How it was set up was fairly simple, much like how one would set things up to cook a big stew or soup. There was a cast iron pot with a lid that rested on a tripod which suspended it over the fire. The fire had been brought up to a hotter temperature which caused a lot more heat and stuffiness in the entirety of the pavilion, but there was no way around this when the weather outside was so hot. The pot, Taurina knew, was filled about three fourths of the way with water that was being raised to a boil. The instruments, chisels mainly, would go in one at a time for small amounts of time before being drawn out and set out to drive. Once the equipment was out of the boiling water, it should be alright to be used once more. If everything had gone properly that was to be the case anyway.

“What would you like me to do?” Taurina asked, somewhat shyly for she was not over the attitude he had presented not long ago.

She signed that she was willing and ready to help. Keil just looked over at her a moment before seeming to frown a little bit more and turning back to the dirty tools he had gathered. What was his problem today.

“Just what’s normal, when I’m done take them and dry,” he instructed, there being a noticeable lack of any sign from him.

Taurina sighed and signed accept before she waited for him to begin putting the tools in the pot. She knew little of how long each instrument would be in the pot, just that Keil knew and would pull it out when it was time. He would likely let each instrument cool down a little bit and then check to make sure there was no large amounts of ink or blood that somehow got left behind. When he deemed the equipment clean, she would take it and wipe it down with a soft, clean rag and then let it sit out to dry the rest of the way. So the Eth just waited for that step, clean rags sitting on the makeshift table before her.

The pair were quiet for Keil was not in a talkative mood today or even a pleasant mood. Taurina might have attempted to talk to him had he not been so short with her earlier. Plus, her head ache was still very present and was not receding. So she was just quiet as she watched Keil put tools in the boiling water. He would put a tool in, wait all the chimes it took and then reach in with a pair of metal connected stick like things that opened and closed around objects at one end. The “sticks” would clamp around the chisel and then carefully be drawn up and placed down on a first clean rag. Taurina watched Keil as he did this a couple times.

The Drykas man quickly looked over the tools for flaws previously mentioned and when he was done, it was motioned for Taurina to take over. The tools would get a second, closer look for any remaining blood or ink later. Once they were no longer to hot to the touch of a bare hand. The Eth spread her rag over the few chisels before her as Keil started with the next batch. She carefully moved the clean fabric over the sharp points of needles made out of bone and over the handles. She had to be careful, not wanting to break anything or chip the tips off of any of the needles. Things needed to remain sharp if they were going to work properly. Taurina then wrapped the rag around the handle of a chisel and set it down on a second, dry rag so that the tool could finished drying the rest of the way. All the chisels from the first batch were placed side by side this way and by the time Taurina was done, Keil had gotten out the second set and so the process started over again.

It was nearly two bells later when the pair finally finished with this initial sterilizing of the equipment. Keil was looking over more carefully each of the chisels. He had to make sure as best as he could that there was absolutely nothing left behind. The man was meticulous, going over every tiny crevice that he possibly could in each bone. Taurina moved away from him, knowing it was going to be a long while before he needed her again. If he even needed her again. He only would if they needed to submerge anything into the boiling water once again. So, the Eth staid close and found a place next to Jarorra to sit.

“What are you looking at?” Taurina asked softly when she noticed a scroll in the Lilacwind’s hands, curious.

Jarorra glanced over, simply smiling before showing Taurina the parchment that held the sketch with blossoms of color spread out over it. The Ethaefal frowned, wanting nothing to do with that sketch anymore. The mystery had not been solved and the Eth was over it by this point. Keil had ruined any enjoyment she might have found in figuring out what had happened.

“Why?” Taurina questioned, confusion, over it.

“I still want to know,” Jarorra admitted, curiosity, determination.

Taurina sighed softly and drew her legs up to her chest, resting her chin on her knees. She told herself that she did not want to know, but curiosity was one of her strongest traits. She still wondered, but was in a state of refusal to do anything about it.

“What medium do you suspect?” Jarorra asked, though Taurina refused to look over.

The Ethaefal shrugged.

“Paint… ink maybe?” Taurina guessed softly.

Jarorra made a sound of wonder before she stood and got something. She came back, parchment, charcoal, two jars of ink and two jars of paint in hand.

“Copy the sketch, I have an idea,” Jarorra said with a sense of mischief and excitement.

Taurina looked at her skeptically before sighing and giving in. She took the charcoal and the parchment easily, spreading the original scroll out in front of her after uncoiling her body and instead sitting cross legged. Taurina took a moment to study the original and then she set her charcoal to the parchment and began to do what she had been told.

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[Taurina]

The Ethaefal had not been having an easy time with her sketching this season. Pretty much anything she tried to create turned into the things of her nightmares. Zith mainly. She had pages covered in membranous wings, talons, and faces covered in fur frozen in perpetual snarls. The only thing she had not sketched of them were their bodies for she had not quite mastered or even began to tackle that anatomy yet. Her thought had originally been that if she drew out the things of her nightmares, they would disappear. The problem was, they hadn’t. And now she had the problem of nothing else coming to mind when she sat down to sketch something out. Even if she started with some goal in mind, it always turned into something else. Some snarling, fierce beast.

This task she had been given was even somewhat effected by those thoughts. Though the charcoal pencil of Jarorra’s felt unfamiliarly thin in her hand and the parchment was not that of her journal, she still felt within herself where her hand naturally wanted to take the pencil. The Ethaefal took a breath, willing the hand to drag the tip of the pencil elsewhere. Since this was copy work, it was not as hard to will herself in a different direction. She just focused on the original piece before her. It was easy, simple, and had no shading. There were just lines that connected and Taurina got the feeling that it did not matter if things were exact. She had an inkling that Jarorra was going to cover whatever she created in paint and ink, see what had created the messy, yet somehow beautiful stains over the original sketch.

It took a great deal of concentration, but Taurina copied down the original the best she could on a new piece of parchment. One could tell that her work was a copy. Her lines were not as precise or as sharply pointed. While Injal’s work looked like a Strider running under Syna’s rays, it was much harder to tell what the shapes made in Taurina’s work. Her lines were just more curved for lack of being straight, which caused a distortion that a client would not have wanted, but if what Taurina suspected earlier was true than it would not matter. This was more of an exercise than anything else. It felt like it too as a slight tremor caused the Ethaefal’s hand to shake. The lines she had made, the different picture she had formed… it was going to take work to get back to where she had been before the Zith had come that last time.

“Alright, done. Now what?” Taurina questioned, her gaze finding Jarorra.

The woman smiled and leaned forward, off of where she had been relaxing against a pile of cushions and furs. She pulled over the various jars that had been placed near her feet and made her way closer to Taurina. She also had a waterskin and a shallow used for mixing with her. Taurina wondered what that was going to be used for, but she did not voice her question. All would be revealed in due time.

“We are going to start with ink,” Jarorra told Taurina, opening up a jar of red ink and a jar of blue ink before giving instructions, “since you can see the lines, whatever was diluted. Let’s mix red with some water. Not much.”

Taurina nodded, taking the dish and the waterskin before opening the later. She poured a small amount of water in the dish before handing it to Jarorra. The Lilacwind added some drops of the ink to the water before she careful swished both liquids around in the tray. When the two substances did not mix as well as she wanted, the woman took her index finger and used it to stir the two liquids in together better. Once that had been done and the ink was diluted to her liking, Jaorra took the parchment with the copy on it and poured some of the liquid out over the top half of the copy work.

Taurina watched as the diluted ink spread out across the pachment, but it did not settle the same in the parchment. It was not nearly as thin, much more vibrant despite that the sample being mostly water. The ink covered the lines far to much and further distorted the art work. To add in the blue, even very diluted, would have made thing muddy and nearly black rather than a shade of lighter purple. Jarorra must had noticed this for she closed both jars of ink and set them aside. The Lilacwind woman was silent as she cleaned the dish out and handed it once more to Taurina.

“When we fail, we simply try the next thing,” Jarorra assured with added determination.

Taurina gave a small smile and nodded, never being one to defy her mentor’s wishes. The Eth added more water to the mixing dish and then allowed Jarorra to mix in a couple drops of paint. She did this much the same as she had with the ink, only the paint mixed with the water easier. The new liquid was poured out across the bottom portion of the sketch where it spread much more easily than the previous solution. The red was much thinner and a much lighter shade. It blossomed out, fraying at the edges like a flower as the liquid ran out and the parchment soaked it up.

“Yes,” Jarorra beamed, success.

Taurina lifted a skeptical eyebrow. How did this give them any answers? How did this tell them anything? Jarorra did not give an answers to those unasked questions.

Instead, the female Lilacwind, as if to prove her point, went ahead and mixed a few drops of the blue paint in with some water. That was also applied to the parchment and spread over the copy sketch. The blue mingled with the red and a shade of purple was created. One could still see the charcoal made lines beneath the paint and it all looked eerily close to what had happened to the original work.

“Alright, so it was paint. What does this tell us?” Taurina questioned out loud this time, fascinated and even more intrigued now.

Jarorra looked between the work and her protege for a moment before she shrugged and began to clean the mess that they had made.

“We’ll find out another day, we have a client,” Jarorra said, her voice holding an air of mystery and intrigue while also being serious.

Taurina raised an eyebrow, unaware any had made their way inside. When she looked over her shoulder towards the front of the tent, however, there stood a group. Many were looking over the samples on the scrolls and Taurina watched as her “pyramid” came tumbling down. The ache in her head was coming back. She frowned in a microsecond before sighing, plastering on a smile, and getting up. The mystery was going to have to wait till later. It was time for real work now.

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[Samuel Longwell]

Grading Complete Please edit your grade request thread so that it's obvious that it's been graded. Feel free to PM me if you have any questions/problems with your grade. Name: Taurina XP Award: Observation 3 Philosophy 1 Organisation 2 Socialisation 2 Investigation 2 Logic 1 Sketching 1 Lore: Jarorra: Gives reassuring words Drykas: Windmarks tell a story Keil: Sometimes mean Tattooing: The process of sterilisation Jarorra: A curious soul Notes: You write very well, this was a pleasure to read. I'm intrigued as to what actually happened with the colours, and what Jarorra plans to do next. Enjoy your grades.