Solo A Coin Earned

Moritz spends some time pondering a new find...

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Syka is a new settlement of primarily humans on the east coast of Falyndar opposite of Riverfall on The Suvan Sea. [Syka Codex]

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A Coin Earned

Postby Moritz Craven on August 31st, 2022, 1:18 am

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As usual as Moritz woke, there was a heady moment where he was both awake and asleep. Neither and both. Letting his mind wander for a bit in that state he let his body go free, until finally some odd distraction took his attention and woke him up. Opening his eyes he silently rolled out of bed, making his morning ablutions and getting dressed in his button up suit as usual. It was one of the few constant things he kept on him, both as it was a gift from a former mentor and combat master, and useful for his shifting.

Heading out the door barefoot he began to stretch, letting the morning sun wash down on him and experiencing the hot wet air of Syka. As he bent down to touch one toe and then turned to do the same with the other however he was interuptted by a sound. A single loud caw, and then the next thing he knew a mass of feathers was crashing into his back and knocking him over onto his hands.

Puzzled the Kelvic turned to look and saw that the same crow was back, a few feathers bent a bit from the impact but otherwise none the worse for wear. Apparently Moritz was a soft landing, as was the ground around him.

Wondering what the crow wanted, not often directly interacting with him but just keeping about, he helped the bird right itself and brushed it a bit to remove the dust and grit from its body. "Fine, fine!"

Apparently telling Moritz he was fine the Kelvic stopped his ministrations, only to see the crow hop about again looking down at the ground. Had it dropped something? Looking up the Kelvic tried to figure out where the thing had come from. One moment there was nothing near, no one close to him, and the next... As is appearing from nowhere the bird was there, making a noise and colliding with him as if mid flight. How had the bird got there? Had he just been distracted, or had there been some trick to sneaking up and appearing as he had? Or perhaps the bird was just sneaky...

Regardless Moritz looked about on the ground, trying to see what the bird had dropped, when he suddenly saw a glint of something metallic. Without thinking he pointed at it, only for the bird to snatch it up in its beak. After flapping its wings a bit and hopping about it returned to Moritz, holding out its beak and offering the thing to the Kelvic. He wanted him to have it?

Carefully Moritz took the thing, finding it to be a small round... Coin? Though not of any money he had seen before, it did look like a metal disc or maybe coin. It seemed to have some marking on it, as well as a small whole where it could be threaded.

"I can have it? Where did you get it?"

As if pondering the crow tilted its head, looking at Moritz as it hopped about. After a chime it spoke, looking at the coin, then Moritz, then out to sea. "Yours. Your. Found, water."

Water? Being on the coast finding the coin thing among water did not narrow it down much, so he tried to press further, but besides a few odd words Moritz did not understand he got nothing more from the crow. "Found. Water, and stone. Water, and stone." He was unsure if that was a place, its name, or perhaps a description, but the oddly talking bird seemed unwilling to speak further. Having explained things the bird then turned and flew off, alighting to the top of his house and beginning to preen on its bent feathers.

"Well... Uh... Thanks then."

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A Coin Earned

Postby Moritz Craven on August 31st, 2022, 1:44 am

Seeing as the coin of sorts had a perfect hole for it, Moritz without thinking added the small item onto his charm bracelet. He had a fair number on it he had acquired over time, and it made sense to add it on to the item seeing as he could not take it off and it was as good a place to stow it as anywhere else.

Now that adding it on was done he headed back inside, deciding to put off his stretching for later. Instead he decided to practice his meditation, something he did now and then, hoping to calm himself and ready his mind for the day to come.

Sitting on his bed he closed his eyes, but then opened them as his sight was drawn to the coin thing he was now wearing. Oddly as he closed his eyes and his mind thought of it, he felt an odd urge to... Grasp it. He was unsure why, but with a shrug he decided to give in to the odd urge and do so.

As he closed his eyes holding the coin, as if echoing without speaking he "heard" the word home. Oddly enough he felt it was in his own voice, even if it had no true sound. Without thinking he said the word "home" out loud while clutching the coin, though nothing happened. For a moment he felt like... It wanted him to do that. But he was unsure why. Did this coin thing have some kind of sentience? Was it aware? If nothiing else as he closed his eyes and tried to clear his thoughts he felt the coin he held in his fingers moving into his mental space, the odd golden coin floating among the black emptiness as the only thing within the nothing.

The more he cleared his mind, the more he felt an odd intent behind it... Like it wanted him to focus on the idea of home. To speak it. To be it. To picture it. Like it was almost... Guiding him, in its use. Having found magic items before he did not find this so strange, like he had found some emptiness inside the coin which wanted to be filled with images and intentions of the idea of home.

Holding it, he felt a sudden urge to go home, and wondered if perhaps this item did just that... But then, as he thought on this, he realized he was unsure what home was. Conflicting images ran in his mind, meaning the coin was not being charged. What was home? Was it Lhavit, Infinity Manor where he had grown up? Was it here in this abode where he had eked out a living on his own for the first time? Where he had finally become independent? Was it his old combat masters home, where he had felt so at home and comfortable... Or perhaps even the school where he had spent so much time learning and growing...

What was home, the Kelvic pondered to himself as he sat with his eyes closed clutching the coin on his wrist.

In the end he let out a sigh, and decided home was what he decided, and currently his home was here. In Syka, in this place. In this house he was renting. Right now, it was home, and when he went to focus on something as the idea of home, that was what felt the most right. And so when he tried to fill that emptiness in the coin, that was what he pictured.

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