"Chief?" Morte croaked. There were more cries from outside and Morte flipped around to look at the source of the noise. "Hang on Chief! Hold em off!" the crow said. He launched himself off Anja's shoulder and towards the window, then vanished outside of it. Anja dropped the bundle of items and set to work shoving every scrap of debris he could in front of the hole.The chimes ticked by horribly slow. It seemed like for every moment he delayed, a moment later his debris was hauled out followed by outraged cries. The Drykas' hands were shaking.
"Chief!" the bird called out. Anja turned towards the window just in time to watch the bird shove a rope into the room. "Hurry!" Anja came at a run, swiping the magical items off the ground and shoving them into his sash. A moment later he had seized the rope and began to climb. Several times he slid down the wall, but he finally reached the top and managed to squeeze himself through the window just as the first head poked their way into the room. Maisa was waiting for them outside, a rope held taut in her jaws. The moment Anja appeared, she dropped it and whinnied urgently. Anja jumped down and winced as he struck the ground, but he mounted Maisa faster than he had in his whole life. Morte landed on Maisa's yvas and screeched.
"C'mon, let's go!" the crow cried out. Anja had never seen Maisa run so fast. He only barely hung on as the horse flew out of the marketplace and towards home. As they flew, Anja could hear cries of rage echoing from the market behind them.
12th Bell
The Midnight Gem
Anja was pacing holes in the floor of the Great Room. Back and forth, forth and back. He was confident that he was safe here, but beginning to think it might not be safe for him to ever leave again. Morte sat on the table in the center of the room, looking at him worriedly. Until now the bird had been quiet, but Anja expected answers.
"What are you?" The Eiyon asked. He was very close to a temper. Fear did that to a person, turned them upside down and inside out. The magical items sat on a bundle on the table beside Morte, and the bird glanced at them before returning his attention back to Anja.
"Uh well…" Morte clicked his beak. "I'm still putting it all together. It's not like I really understood what happened. I mean, not really.I was just going on instinct. The skull you gave me helped me remember things. And those things led me to learn this magic. And I brought it back to you, to thank you. Seemed right, y'know?" Morte clicked his beak together a few more times. "It's called Pathfinding. The skull is still teaching me things. And those things look different now that I can actually think about them. It's rare, this magic. That's all I really know right now." The bird suddenly perked up. "But hey, I can teach you more now! We can learn this stuff together! What the skull has to tell me. We'll figure it out." Anja paced a few more times, fists clenched and took several deep breaths.
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"Chief!" the bird called out. Anja turned towards the window just in time to watch the bird shove a rope into the room. "Hurry!" Anja came at a run, swiping the magical items off the ground and shoving them into his sash. A moment later he had seized the rope and began to climb. Several times he slid down the wall, but he finally reached the top and managed to squeeze himself through the window just as the first head poked their way into the room. Maisa was waiting for them outside, a rope held taut in her jaws. The moment Anja appeared, she dropped it and whinnied urgently. Anja jumped down and winced as he struck the ground, but he mounted Maisa faster than he had in his whole life. Morte landed on Maisa's yvas and screeched.
"C'mon, let's go!" the crow cried out. Anja had never seen Maisa run so fast. He only barely hung on as the horse flew out of the marketplace and towards home. As they flew, Anja could hear cries of rage echoing from the market behind them.
12th Bell
The Midnight Gem
Anja was pacing holes in the floor of the Great Room. Back and forth, forth and back. He was confident that he was safe here, but beginning to think it might not be safe for him to ever leave again. Morte sat on the table in the center of the room, looking at him worriedly. Until now the bird had been quiet, but Anja expected answers.
"What are you?" The Eiyon asked. He was very close to a temper. Fear did that to a person, turned them upside down and inside out. The magical items sat on a bundle on the table beside Morte, and the bird glanced at them before returning his attention back to Anja.
"Uh well…" Morte clicked his beak. "I'm still putting it all together. It's not like I really understood what happened. I mean, not really.I was just going on instinct. The skull you gave me helped me remember things. And those things led me to learn this magic. And I brought it back to you, to thank you. Seemed right, y'know?" Morte clicked his beak together a few more times. "It's called Pathfinding. The skull is still teaching me things. And those things look different now that I can actually think about them. It's rare, this magic. That's all I really know right now." The bird suddenly perked up. "But hey, I can teach you more now! We can learn this stuff together! What the skull has to tell me. We'll figure it out." Anja paced a few more times, fists clenched and took several deep breaths.
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