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Saegus leads an impromptu lesson on folding paper

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While Sylira is by far the most civilized region of Mizahar, countless surprises and encounters await the traveler in its rural wilderness. Called the Wildlands, Syliran's wilderness is comprised of gradual rolling hills in the south that become deep wilderness in the north. Ruins abound throughout the wildlands, and only the well-marked roads are safe.

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Postby Wa'Djinnabi on October 14th, 2019, 5:50 am

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The summer heat lingered towards the beginning of that fall. It hung low in the air, stubbornly simmering despite a westerly breeze bringing cool air from the bay of Matthews. It was the kind of heat that pressed down on you, full of sweat and crushed will. Like some alchemy of mist turned steam, it filled the lungs and wore them out. In fact, Wa'Djinnabi re Ahnatep would have expected the weather from a swamp, or at least someplace with much more water then the forests and mountains off the coast of Zeltiva. Dawson, the old farmer from Syliras, had cut the day early. Either from weather or from a lack of work. At this point, they were simply waiting and watching the harvest and the weather. They hoped to get one last harvest before the first frosts came in killed the plants. So today's work had been mostly weeding and checking the long lines of crops.

Which gave Djinn some time to himself.

The sun was above him as he ducked into one of the pavilions, embracing the shade, though there was no relief from the muggy weather even in the shadows of the tent. Supper would be served soon, but it was a bit to early for it so he had the tent that he had internally dubbed the restaurant to himself and a small group in the corner. Deciding that perhaps he aught to be more friendly he wandered over to go see what was going on. Mercy was there, holding a young child- maybe a year or so old, as were a young womanThis is Ember whose age was difficult to determine, an ancient woman knitting (read: mangling some yarn) and a pair of older men. There were space for more at the folding table that was set out and Mercy flashed a smile to Djinn as she bounced a burbling child on her lap. Taking that as an invitation the Eypharian approached and got a closer look at what they were doing.

Laid out on the table was not food, as he had expected but paper, or more accurately parchment. Sheets of all sizes were laid out, from a great scroll the size of the table to scraps scattered here and there. There was also pots of glue, a pair of shears, some colored wax and oddly enough, silver foil. But what had the attention of the group, especially the young woman, was one of the older gentlemen, industriously folding a thin, stiff sheet of parchment with complicated and exacting creases. The other man, who Djinn realized was an identical match to the first, was lounging and chatting with the ancient crone and Mercy. "...So you see Mosa, this thing Saegus is doing was a training aid before- Oh, hello there friend, have a seat." The man gave a mild smile and waving to a chair that was set out of the way.

Djinn pulled the indicated chair up to the table and settled in next to Mercy. The young one in her arms looking at his extra arms with wide eyes as --she? Yes, she was a young girl -- inexpertly managed to catch her hand in her own mouth. Djinn always marveled at how uncoordinated infants were, more flailing then anything deliberate. Still, she was adorable for a mutant without the proper amount of arms. By the time Wa'djinnabi's attention had returned to the man who was presumably Saegus and his chatty twin, the man was finished with whatever he was making. Astonishingly, instead of simple parchment, a miniature goat was standing proudly before him. Saegus, with a smug smile looked up at the young woman whose eyes were the size of saucers. "Would you like to try?" He offered the goat to her through the skillful sliding of it and the piece of paper underneath to her.

Djinn who was enchanted by the stylized, but clearly identifiable paper goat, broke in, "Mind if I try too?" Saegus merely shrugged and slid a paper to him too. Which of course led to Saegus brother getting into the spirit of the thing and pulling a piece of parchment to himself as well.



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