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Postby Crylon Stonecraft on July 10th, 2019, 1:13 am


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Crylon had not been in Zeltiva long, but already he was back at the docks. Not because he was leaving. No, because he was considering choices. Things to do. To be. To see.

He had spent the day before getting a job and a visa, and was properly in the city. Then he had gone by the school in the city, the big human run place.

That was in part where his interest was coming from, and why he was visiting the docks. For the docks had something he was interested in, and also something he did not like. And because he did not like it, he was forcing himself to face it as best he could. By working and making and building things.

He did not like the ocean. But he did like and have an interest in boats. Those large wooden things which protected oneself against the ocean, which allowed one to travel across it. Like a boot allowed one to cross rough or jagged ground, step on bits of broken metal, broken glass, a boat insulated one from the ocean.

Admittedly, Crylon sighed to himself, the metaphor ended there. Boats did more than just that, also allowing one to travel faster and other things, along with allowing one to be protected from direct confrontation from the depth of water. Something boots did not allow.

It was this property of boats which so appealed to Crylon, which so drew his interest. If he could better understand the beast that was a boat, what it could do and what it was.... Then perhaps he could better face his fear and enter the sea on his own terms.

Heading out on the docks a bit nervously, Crylon looked about quickly, jumping several times as someone loudly ran past him. Half afraid he would be pushed in over the edge and int the water. Even though so many others seemed to be moving about without any such problems.

Pushing back this fear, Crylon found a good spot to stand, and then spent a few chimes staring at the boats that were moored there. Zeltiva had many larger boats, ones unlike the smaller one he had travelled from Sunberth on. The one he was eyeing now had three great masts of varying length, which he could see when in use would have large sails across them.

At port, the sails where not up, but he could see the moorings of them. Rather than focusing on the water, Crylon tried to focus his mind on the mechanics of such a ship. Of the rope and pulling and crossings and lifting and such that allowed the sails to be pulled up from the deck of the boat. Of the way the sails were moved once up, and how they caught air and pulled the boat along... He was not as familiar with the architecture of boats, but he could see the similarities and difference and natures inherent in buildings and boats. Some the same, some not, and some similar but different.

He would spend the next few chimes lost in thought as such, staring at boats on the docks, running ropes through his heads, puzzling out pulley's and things and what did what.
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Postby Anja Nightwatcher on July 11th, 2019, 7:43 pm

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Anja had been enjoying getting to know Zeltiva once more. Back in Sunberth, one had to be careful where one went. There were places in the city that were brutally dangerous, and some where things were only minorly dangerous and you might be okay if you knew the right people. But if you made a mistake, went to a place you didn't belong or ran into someone who decided they didn't like you,there was a very short drop at the end of a rope waiting for you, if not a knife in the gut. Anja didn't have to worry about that in Zeltiva. He could go where he liked. In fact, it was beneficial for the Drykas to do so. In Zeltiva, Anja was a freelance Spiritist. Rather than being given assignments he was always on the hunt for jobs. Wandering around the city and talking to people was a good way to keep his ear to the ground.

Today Anja found himself at the docks. Earlier that morning, he had overheard a pair of sailors loudly gossiping about a ghost at the shipyard. Anja was hoping he could beat the Envoyers there. If a ghost was indeed there, then Anja had to get a leg up on the competition before someone called the city's ghost control. For now, however, everything seemed peaceful. The gentle requiem of wandering souls was a quiet murmur in this corner of the city. Anja scanned the ships bobbing on the horizon, and inhaled deeply, feeling the taste salt hit the back of his throat. The air didn't taste dirty here, the way Sunberth's had. At Anja's right hand, Maisa quietly nickered. The Drykas had forgone riding on the docks, but Maisa preferred to accompany him whenever it was possible. Morte was perched on the top of her yvas. The crow seemed to ride Maisa just as much as Anja did, if not more.

"Not seeing any ghosts, Chief," Morte commented. The skull crow kept his voice low, and it was all but impossible to hear over the sound of the sailors loading and unloading, talking and singing, and the noise of hard work. The city might not be out to kill mages here, but a sentient crow would still draw stares. Morte liked to keep down-low.

Anja gave his companion an amused look. "Did you become an Eioyon when I wasn't looking?" Anja teased. Morte had a connection to death due to his species, but as far as Anja knew the bird had no marks from Dira to speak of.

The bird cackled in reply. "Not yet. Hey, maybe once we're pro Pathfinders I can do that next!"

Anja's lips twitched and he started to reply, but then paused as he spotted a familiar figure past Maisa at the end of the docks. Morte saw Anja's gaze travel past him, and the bird shifted his position to follow Anja's eye path.

"Friend of yours?" the crow asked.

Anja nodded and moved past Maisa towards the Isur gazing at the ships. "Crylon, is that you?" Anja asked as he moved closer. Crylon had not joined the group on the ship from Sunberth, and the Drykas had assumed that he had stayed in the anarchic city. "I had no idea you were coming to Zeltiva. It's good to see you."

Maisa approached as well, pausing at Anja's back and looking towards Crylon curiously. Much of Maisa's overprotective nature had eased with their entry into the less dangerous city. For the moment, Morte remained silent and simply watched the exchange.
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Postby Crylon Stonecraft on July 15th, 2019, 1:54 am


Crylon nodded to himself as he considered a particular bit of ropes through a particular pulley. Yes, he could see the logic in it. If one rope was pulled this way here.... This rope went this way... And it made that go up thereby spreading the sail.

The more time he spent about boats, the more he came to understand their language. Or not truly language, for it was not completely foreign to him as a man of making things, but more like... A regional variant, a new dialect to encompass into his own understanding.

Crylon tended towards the more unified vision of building than anything else, and tried to see the truths and similarities in each. Even to people, as what were the bones of a house but the main pillars and supports. The mast on the ships as he looked at them... As they carried the sails, perhaps were the legs he thought? And what good was a runner with broken legs? What good was a house with a broken spine. It was all the same, all wood and stone and metal and leather and things being made.

All, Crylon nodded to himself again as he thought through it all, within Izurdin's domain. A domain he was uniquely connected to as an Isur marked by Izurdin. At least, unique compared to most of the humans in the city with no such connection.

And then there was the ocean. A depth of water without seeming any bottom, an untold weight of water pressing in on the land, on the boats that road across it, on the sailors to fall off the boats... Even here, focusing on the making and building and crafting of the ships, his thoughts and fear of the ocean was not so easily pushed aside.

But that, he reminded himself, was why he was here. Understanding being the first step to overcoming, and before he could understand the ocean he needed to understand boats. A common ground between himself and the ocean, something that resided in the ocean but was a thing of land in its creation.

Lost in thought and focused on not focusing on the never ending expanse of water before him.... It took Crylon a moment to realize someone had said his name. Another moment to register the words to follow, and turn to their source from the large watercraft he had been staring at.

Another few moments of struggling memories, and he recalled... Vaguely... That he had met the human at the Gem, had perhaps eaten breakfast with or at the same time as him? But he could not recall his name. But he knew Crylon's name, and he did look vaguely familiar...

“Ah, yes... Only juss arrive. Few days here. Come from Sunberth. Is follow after, after Gem folks come. Know come to Zeliva but... But not know where, so... Just about city, do things, till know where find. Is find work, is look into doing things, while here.”

Crylon squinted, examining the odd bird that was with.... Whatever the humans name was. It was one of the curses of being an Isur. Everyone recalled his name, and he was quite distinctive in appearance so it was not hard to know it.

But with the humans, names and faces tended to blend together. He felt lucky he had placed the man properly from their short interactions, let alone knowing his name... Well that would be too much.

He did not know the bird, did not believe he had seen him when last they had met, so perhaps it was new?

“What of you, what you do now in city? And where Gem folks at? Is know, if went with? ”
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Postby Anja Nightwatcher on July 18th, 2019, 5:28 pm

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Anja felt a faint suspicion that Crylon might not remember him completely. Not that he really blamed him; it had been one day an entire season ago for a handful of chimes that they had spoken. Anja knew that Crylon had helped to work with the buildings of the Gem, and the focus in which Crylon was studying the ships around them suggested to Anja that the man's interest extended to other types of building skills as well. Anja followed Crylon's gaze towards the towering ships dotting the waters of the dockyard. He had never spent much time thinking about ships, even with a Svefra wife who had thought of them fairly often. Ships were non-existent in the Sea of Grass, and it was hard to put much thought to something that you saw so rarely.

Whne Crylon looked at Morte, perched comfortably on Maisa's back, Morte looked evenly back at Crylon in return, head slightly cocked. Morte was an unusual looking crow, and it was common for him to draw stares, even without considering his sentience. Morte was a skull crow born in Sunberth. All skull crows wore the skulls of deceased birds, but the skull Morte wore was particularly special. It was decorated with all manner of strange, faintly glowing blue symbols in a language unfamiliar to Anja. In addition, behind Morte's skull mask, his eyes contained a sunburst of violet color that contrasted with the gold of his iris. If Crylon thought to notice it, he might see that Anja's eyes were different now too. His blue iris now contained a sunburst of orange.

"I don't think you've been introduced. Crylon, this crow is my friend Morte." Morte clicked his beak once, but did not speak.

"And this is Maisa," Anja added, gesturing to white mare that Morte was perched atop. "She's my companion, a Strider." Maisa snorted at Crylon in greeting. Anja would have introduced Battle and Sayeth to Crylon as well, but they were currently napping back in the room he was renting.

Crylon's reason for being here brought Anja to attention. "You're looking for Kelski?" Anja said. "She's not in Zeltiva. She and the rest of the Gem have started at Homestead, down off the coast away from Zeltiva. I've been travelling back and forth between the city and the Homestead. I'm heading back tomorrow; you could come back with me if you like so that you'll know the way." Having company on the trip back to the Homestead would be nice. Morte was fine to talk to, but his conversational topics were a bit limited.

"I'm doing ghost hunting in the city right now, when I'm not at the Homestead. I'm looking for a ghost right now, actually."
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Postby Crylon Stonecraft on July 19th, 2019, 12:51 am


While Crylon had not lied, neither had he told all. He had been busy since arriving in the city, and had plans of his own outside of finding Kelski and the Gem group. Though that had been a large part of why he had come.

Of course, when he had made some of those plans he had not known where the Gem crew was nor when he would find them and so had acted with the assumption he would not find them quickly.

If Crylon had known more of birds he might have thought the crow was odd. But not being overly familiar with the beasts -having spent his upbringing underground or on a mountain and his more recent years traveling and in various cities- he did not have wide knowledge of normal birds or what they normally appeared like.

He thought he looked odd, but then he thought all of the oddly shaped winged and feathered bird creatures looked odd. If Isur wanted to get into the sky, Crylon thought to himself, they would build a tower and go up into it. But flying? Such seemed odd to him. Not that he had any issue with heights, he just did not get what people might see in the mode of transportation.

He did not recognize the odd symbols on the skull, and so simply assumed they were something meant for artistic reasons... Though what made them glow, that did make him curious for a moment. Maybe some type of fungus or lichen which glowed and had been made into an ink?

No what caught his attention where his eyes. They were certainly noticeable. And as he turned away to look back at the human... He noticed he had the same eyes. That, Crylon was about sixty percent sure, was new. He was fairly certain such an odd feature as a detail would jump out at him. They did not quite appear as normal eyes, but... They also matched the birds in their oddness. And that seemed even more odd, finding a humans eyes matching a birds. But then, Crylon considered, what did birds eyes normally look like? No, Crylon realized, it was still odd as the humans eyes looked the same and were also new.

Frowning Crylon looked from one to the other, inspecting their eyes more closely, before finally questioning the human. Though he was not quite sure how to word his question when he did finally make it.

“Is Morte eyes, you eyes, you match? Is... Is eyes new? Seem... Not remember as like before.”

No, he was seventy percent sure those eyes were not the same as when they had last met. Maybe even seventy two percent.

Crylon more or less nodded in response to the greeting without much more response than that, not offering a greeting in return as he did not think he needed to when being introduced, by name for some reason, to the humans animals.

However at mention of Kelski and the Gem groups whereabouts, Crylon was distracted once more. He not only knew where they were, but could take him there! That was much better of a way of finding them than he had been hoping for.

He was interested to learn of a newly being built homestead being set up by the Gem crew outside of the city. And without their itinerant Isur Architect to oversee the plans and construction! How terrifying! What might they build without him and his knowledge of buildings? He might not be a master in the ways of building and designing buildings, but he was fairly certain he knew more than the rest of the Gem crew on that topic.

“Yes, if could take would like go with. If to go later, need find, and if can show make easier go back. What is new place, homestead, like? Is start to build place, or just... Not yet?”

Spoke almost hopefully that they had not begun building, for fear of what might be needed to fix anything poorly made.

At the mention of ghost hunting, Crylon remembered a bit more of the human and their prior meeting. When they had talked about ghosts in the common tongue, which was known by another word in the Isurian tongue which was much more detailed and specific.

The term hunting though seemed curious to him. Did this imply the human ate ghosts? Did ghosts have a pelt and meat to be taken from them?

“Ghost... Hunting... Yes, I recall, you speak of ghosts before. Those who hold to land once loss of body and life but still living.” He did not bother with explaining the Isurian word this time, as he knew it would be lost on the human who seemed to prefer the much looser and less defined common tongue.

Eyebrows raised in confusion, Crylon eyed the bird and then the human again.

“So you hunt ghost... Is... Is ghost be eaten then? How that work?”
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Postby Anja Nightwatcher on July 24th, 2019, 10:43 pm

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Anja watched a look of stern concentration cross Crylon's face as the Isur glanced first at Morte, then to Anja, then back again. Anja suppressed a laugh at Crylon's question that he turned into a cough. "I have been inducted into a new type of magic since we last spoke," the Drykas said, clearing his throat. "It has changed the color of my eyes. Morte shares the magic with me, so his eyes are different too." Yes, Anja was beginning to remember the unique experience of interacting with Crylon. Anja couldn't quite fight a smile. Maisa, unimpressed, snorted. For the moment, the Drykas ignored her.

"The Homestead is right by the beach, and a forest," Anja explained. "There are seaside caves as well. Lots of resources nearby, animals, plants. A great many trees and rocks. Most of the land we've settled on has already been cleared, but we haven't begun building yet. We have a Pavilion tent we're living in at the moment, until construction can begin. There are also some interesting ruins nearby. I'll be happy to take you with us when we leave tomorrow." Maisa and Morte both looked at Anja then back to Crylon dubiously. Anja could sort of see where they were coming from. The Isur didn't really have a Wildlands living feel to him. Still, Anja could hardly deny taking him to the Homestead to see it for himself.

Anja couldn't hold back a laugh when Crylon asked him if he'd be eating the ghosts. "No...no…" Anja chortled, bringing a hand up in protest and shaking his head in denial. "I don't eat them! I mean hunting more as...tracking. Finding." Almost in response to Anja's words, a flash of song burst in the corner of Anja's senses. Anja turned towards the ships and heard a series of cries ring out from the decks in the bay. Fingers pointed upwards at a white figure floating up above the docks. It was hard to note the details at this distance, but Anja could at least see a male figure with exposed, sunken in ribs and tattoos dotting his arms. Before Anja could take in any more details of the figure it had vanished.

Maisa rumbled something in her horse language, and a moment later Morte fluttered to Anja's shoulder. "Chief," the bird said insistently. "Target sighted. Gotta get to work." Morte's words dragged Anja back to the present and forced him back into the matter at hand. The Spiritist nodded at his companion, his eyes scanning the place where the ghost had been a moment before. Anja could feel the death lingering in the air, but the Eiyon couldn't pinpoint it. The ghost seemed uninterested in them at the moment, and getting out to it would be a challenge. Usually the Drykas had a bit of information on a ghost before he did a hunt, but he knew next to nothing about this one. Perks of freelance, Anja supposed. "How do we get its attention?" Anja murmured aloud.
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Postby Crylon Stonecraft on July 26th, 2019, 11:57 pm


Crylon puzzled once more over the humans odd word choice. Induced? Inducement? For some reason the only use of the word that came to mind was having a baby, of birthing being induced... So he had been... Impregnated with a new magic?

Visibly and literally scratching his head, Crylon tried to ponder how he might be misunderstanding, but it was such a odd word in common to use he was not totally sure on its meaning.

“Induce... Like be pregnant? With magic?”

While most people such a question would be said through stifled laughs, Crylon said it quite straight faced and seriously as he tried to understand what the human was trying to say.

Then he tensed, a thought.... Did human men become pregnant? No, certainly not, Isur and humans were not that different, surely only their females became pregnant. But he was speaking of being induced... Inducted? Wait where those the same? So was then he literally pregnant, by or with magic or...

“Does that happen with men? Where does... No...”

Pausing Crylon tried to ponder out things, but was not totally clear on where they had ended up. Though he was fairly certain that

Passing on from the first bit, Crylon tried to figure out the rest. He had been... Induced. As had the bird? Into the same magic. Some kind of invasive magic then?

As Anja spoke of the new land, he was somewhat excited by what he was hearing and the prospect of building a fresh site where no builder had come before. Designing and helping to fashion the entire place, minus whatever the Gem did on her own as she seemed want to do.

And not yet having begun anything, which meant he could get his hand into things and help steer it right off the start. Though Crylon felt then some doubt, as he was not sure his skills in designing were quite up to so much without aid.

“Yes, will go with when go.”

He was somewhat glad to hear Anja did not mean hunting as in for sustenance, but more... For sport? For... Finding? And then he did other things with them, once found. He had been wondering though how one ate something without a physical body.

Before he could ask more Anja seemed distracted, turning off like he had heard something that Crylon could not hear. The animals also seemed to sense or hear it, or something, as they were also reacting visibly.

It did not take long to see where he was looking, what with the others on the docks more close to the source pointing and ogling.

A pale figure floating in the air, over the docks. That was about as much as he could tell from their distance, though it had seemed Anja had noticed the ghost before he should have been noticed even if he had been looking the right way. But then he had turned before seeing it, like he had heard the ghost from afar before it was audible or noticed.

Some odd ghostly sensory ability? Maybe related to his new magical pregnancy? Did ghosts have babies? No, no that was not it...

He was about to ask Anja something when he was interrupted by the bird speaking. And speaking quite clearly, more so than seemed reasonable for a bird. Let alone that he was also fairly certain birds could not talk. Maybe then it was related to their dual magical pregnancies?

It seemed from his words, not targeted at Crylon and spoken distractedly, that the human wanted to get the ghosts attention. Which did seem to be the first step in hunting something.

“Is need help with getting Ghost person? What is do? Or why not just go over, say hello?”
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Postby Anja Nightwatcher on August 16th, 2019, 6:21 pm

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Anja had once struggled to speak common. It had been a long slow battle over the course of several years, but with time, help, and a great deal of patience on the part of both himself and his teachers, Anja had mastered the language. Pavi was very different from Common. There had been, however, commonalities that strung the languages together. Words that had pieces that were similar in Pavi, or vice versa. It had been something to draw on, at least, something to keep the Drykas from being completely lost in the tidal wave that was the new and unfamiliar. Something told Anja that the language of the Isur did not have those commonalities. Or, at least, they were so far removed as to cause far more confusion. Or maybe this was just a Crylon thing.

Anja stared at Crylon for a long moment, completely lost for words. Morte ended the silence for Anja. "What?" the crow said, looking between Anja and Crylon and back again. The words broke Anja out of his bewilderment. "No. That's not...no no." Anja struggled for a moment to figure out where on Mizahar Crylon had pulled the idea of pregnancy from but after a half a second decided it was probably better not to follow that train of thought. It might get him lost for hours. "Induct," Anja said carefully, highlighting the sharp 't' on the end of the word. "Not induce. Induct is to be ini--" but Anja stopped there and tried to think of an easier word. "To be taught a new type of magic. A rare type that requires magic to pass between two people for them to be able to learn it. Morte is a special animal. He was able to do that for me."

Anja was relieved when the conversation moved on. He was glad that Crylon would be coming with him back to the settlement. The more people who joined them, the better chance they would have of being able to thrive. And although Anja wasn't quite sure how well Crylon would do with wilderness living, having Crylon along to help them start building things would be fantastic. Anja had been wondering how they were possibly going to get the settlement built. The Isur's help would undoubtedly be invaluable. "I'm sure Kelski and the others will be happy to see you again," Anja said.

When his attention was drawn to the ghost, Anja inclined his head slightly at Crylon's suggestion. The main problem was that there was a large expanse of water between them and the spot the ghost was last seen, and Anja wasn't sure if he could get permission to come aboard in a timely manner. "I wonder…" Anja murmured, then he glanced at Morte. The bird stared back stony-faced. "Whaaat?" the bird croaked.

"Morte, could you go see if you can get his attention? You're the only one of us with wings. See you if you can lure him over here."

Morte clacked his beak irritably and looked at Anja dubiously with his blue-ringed eyes. "No offense Chief, but that doesn't sound very safe. Using me as bait for a ghost." Morte was locking his legs in stubbornly around Maisa's yvas. The bird was disinclined to go anywhere.

"I'll make it up to you if you at least try," Anja suggested. "Besides, this ghost hasn't done anything violent yet. What do you want in exchange?"

Morte clacked his beak together, filling the air with a faint clicking noise. "Millipedes," he said finally. "At least three of them. And not those tiny little grey ones, I'm talking big millipedes. Enough for a good meal. Deal?"

Anja restrained a laugh. Sentient or not, Morte was still an animal that thought with his stomach. "Deal," Anja said. As the bird launched off of Maisa's back and flew towards the boat in the distance Anja turned towards Crylon. "Morte is special," Anja explained. "A magical object made it so he can speak and understand common, and so he's as smart as you or me. Plus he knows the magic that he was able to teach me."

Anja watched as Morte landed on the crow's nest, and pause, feathers ruffled up in thought. Though there was no physical sign of it, Anja knew that the bird was studying the area with his Iraso vision and trying to pin down where the ghost had gone. A moment later, Morte had vanished down on the far side of the ship where they couldn't see him.
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Postby Crylon Stonecraft on September 8th, 2019, 10:34 pm


Crylon had many problems with common. By its nature it was a very different language than that of the Isur. Isur used their own runes, rather than the common script, and common seemed to try to squash things into a sentence to convey some sense of meaning without giving the words room to stretch and display their full meaning.

Isur on the other hand had more words meant to further define and explain than it seemed common had just words in general. Going from such a broad and well defined language to one that was so limited and different from his own was a constant battle to convey himself to others.

He had learned a small bit before coming to human lands, and had become much better since his arrival, but still did not think in common nor easily speak in the language. It was work where Isur simply floated off his tongue.

When the bird barked a sudden single word of exclamation in question to Crylon's query it was clear he had misunderstood something the human had said. Had it been sarcasm, a metaphor, a rotation of a phrase? Or something else that had caused the confusion? Crylon was unsure, but did his best once again to understand the odd tongue.

The human explained further his meaning, and it appeared he was saying two words that sounded quite similar. He had thought he was saying induce, but he was saying... Induct? Which was not a word he was familiar with.

Induct was being taught something new... Such as a magic. Which from context Crylon understood did not only involve magic, but could also mean being inducted into pottery or running or climbing or such.

A small smile on his face Crylon nodded, admitting to his confusion.

“Ah, misheard. Thought said induce, like with animal make baby, induce, rather word mean make learn new. Open to new thing... Induct. Is remember.”

His focus however turned more to the magic in question, one which worked between two people... Which as he thought back was similar in some ways to Reimancy, at least in its... Induction.

“Yes, know of magic work like that, learn to do by between people. But think this different from one you speak of, one know of for self.”

The thought though of an animal inducting someone into a magic though certainly did seem to further display the birds oddness and beyond ordinariness.

After that the human and the odd bird seemed to make a quick conversation between them which was as much gestures and looks as words. But it seemed the meaning was clear enough, the human wanted to get the bird to do something. And the bird did not want to. Thus further dealings and negotiations were required.

A deal seemed to be made and the bird left, leaving Crylon with the human and his other animals. He did seem, to Crylon at least, to have quite a diverse zoo along with him.

Crylon nodded, not fully understanding, but taking his words at face value and all in stride as one might take a small divot in a rode in ones stride.

Nodding and turning to see the bird fly off, Crylon responded simply enough in a similar offhand manner.

“Yes, many curious things of magic, not easy to explain. Have tin, fill with muffin when open, like fresh from baker make. And found other things, like star rock fell from sky, made into woman for time. Many curious things do many curious things.”

If Anja had been expecting Crylon to be off put or distressed at hearing off a magic item that made an animal sentient he would be sorely disappointed. Which would likely be highlighted by his off the cuff comment of the magic item that had made him into a woman for a time. Though from how this was worded it might not be completely clear what he was saying.

“Should we follow, try get closer?”
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