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Re: CHPT 0.11 Brothers (Malachi & Eir'Asa)
By: DolittleMax Date: October 28, 2020, 6:47 am
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While Malachi hadn’t anticipated for his presence to be
warmly welcomed, the odd way the Drake looked at him like an
insect was unexpected. Each word he spoke, though to the surface
was polished and pleasant, held a razor sharp double-edged
meaning to it. To which the subtly was not lost on him. After
all, his parents were much in the same as this man. Proud, sly
and snooty. It was a small victory in his part to catch the man
off guard with his Vs’Shtak and show that he had
endeavoured to assimilate. It was not an easy language to learn
and took a greater amount of energy in the way it used the
throat and the mouth.
The young Elvi was greatful to the others who tried to counter
the man’s slights with their praises but it would seem his
prejudices against Malachi’s people were quite strong.
It would seem Malachi would have to engage in this puzzle game
of words and wit and prove his own mettle. He could do this...
probably? The Lord felt as though for once, his actions held
weight- a novelty to one used to being the cast aside child told
to go play with his toys. Bracing himself with his unwavering
smile, he looked the drake in the eye.
“Ah yes, I am younger than most. My elder brother would
have come himself if not for the fact he’s assisting the
military in defending the Batestarian Humana against their local
and very corrupt government. He would also claim himself that he
has not the mind for politics. While I’m sure I cannot
afford the wisdom your innumerable years may offer, I’d be
pleased to offer a fresh perspective...”
A tray of wine was offered to the group, and Mal reached to
carefully take one, trying to ensure that his hand didn’t
shake with the sudden nerves he was feeling. He needed to be
pointed, show that he wasn’t about to bend under disdain,
but he also couldn’t anger the man.
“I look positively on this alliance and I as one of many
Phonaxians have tried to learn as much as is afforded to us of
your peoples. Though due to the lack of historical input, much
of what we derive is from our own records and what we observe if
your trade. While I acknowledge our nations’ pasts are
quite shadowed I would suggest that perceiving Elvi to still be
a colonising and raiding race is a rather rudimentary outlook,
no? After all, we have evolved to learn what democracy is and
that bartering in commerce with our neighbours is much more
beneficial than ruling them. ”
Malachi lifted the glass closer to his lips, “ Just like
how Glapera over time has evolved its menu; now accomodating a
much broader selection of dishes beside the young and weak of
their political enemies”
Malachi took a pause and sipped from his wine casually, still
offering the pleasant smile as if unabashed or affected by
anything he said.
He was toeing the line here and needed to be careful, but
hopefully bringing up the ruthless and barbaric ancient practice
of feasting on the flesh of their enemies humbled the man. Elvi
couldn’t not attest to doing any such thing thankfully.
“Opening trade routes and allowing for more foreign
commerce would mean the expansion of power for Glapera. Your
armies are vast, I must say, but I know of many Elvi people who
would pay a pretty coin for some of what your country has to
offer. Spices, textiles and ore are all things that could make
your nation not only influential through military but in
economics. I dare say your goods would hold a monopoly on the
market considering their rarity. As for what my people have to
offer? Timber, mechanical advancement and geodes of great value.
While nothing compares to the heirloom you have there, I’m
sure we could offer irreplaceable additions to your fine
collection”
This brought his thoughts to Sherish and what she had mentioned
earlier, “And I’m sure scholars from both nations
would jump at the chance to exchange texts and documents. While
ignorance may be bliss, knowledge is power...
Malachi let his words settle and he took another sip from his
glass, letting the cinnamon warm him mouth and help him draw up
a chuckle.
“But forgive me,” he said in Duthul “I’m
much too young to be making any decisions for my country or
family, let alone to give my opinion in such a way.”
His eyes remained steady and while he remained pleasant and
jovial, he did not waver.
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Re: CHPT 0.11 Brothers (Malachi & Eir'Asa)
By: Kimcora Date: October 29, 2020, 2:21 pm
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Draconians were not known to be the most gracious of opponents
in any arena. Be it with the sword, their emotions, the pen, or
their words, defeat was not something they took lightly. Their
pride in themselves and their race didn't allow for them to be
easily swayed by sincerity or even displays of power. But here,
as Malachi began to speak and actually carry himself
appropriately despite opposition, the first glimmer of
irritation in the older drake's face. It was subtle, a slight
downward cresting of his lips, nostrils flaring with an effort
to take a calming breath. To break a drake's mask, especially
one that had been trained through years of close study and was a
matter of self control, was a feat.
It was a feat that Eir'Asa internally cheered Malachi for
achieving, as well as smiled at his friend's prowess. He hit the
man in a way that those in the circle could see. It was done in
a way that matched him word for word, subtle insult for subtle
insult. The mention of the ritualistic cannibalism of the old
world culture made most in the room balk as it was
an...unsightly historical occurrence that occured before the
first settlements of Glapera were formed. They once believed as
dragons, consuming someone's heart was a way to consume their
essence, their soul. Consuming a piece of your enemy was once
considered a way to conquer them in life as you did death, as an
honor to the great dragon goddess Nyth. Of course as
civilization began, the practice was outlawed and the people
spoke rarely of it. To have a foreigner mention it however
certainly swayed some of the opinions once brought up by the
Representative...If the Draconian people could evolve from their
baser roots, how could the Elvi not?
The eloquent way in which Malachi both complemented Glapera's
strengths in trade and showed the value of Phonax's trade was
admirable and got a few in the circle talking. Lor'Jah simply
stood there thinking, his body still as he stared down the Elvi
man with a look that could chill a furnace. The man was clearly
not pleased and had clearly hoped to chew the boy up and spit
him out. However, it seemed the child had bite to him. That
would either be his victory or downfall here...Eir knew Lor'Jah
couldn't socially lash the boy before others or lose his temper,
such would be seen as reflecting poorly on him when Malachi was
not the aggressor. So instead, his colder look faded for
something more civil as he gave a humorless chortle at Malachi's
passive aggressive statement in Duthul.
"And yet you speak with a self-assuredness of a presumed
erudite...I dare say you're either being facetious or falsely
modest. I am unsurprised to see their young live up to my
expectations." He said as he swished his wine casually in its
glass. Even after all that, it seemed the man wasn’t going to
buckle? Eir was wondering just what kind of ally this man was to
his family, let alone how he felt he could get away with talking
to people like that. Eir felt his blood pressure spike and there
was a moment that the drake had to steel himself from calling
the man a j*ckass.
"If I may interrupt...Lord Hythian has an excellent mind for
this. I believe he is as his honor shows, a man that is
patriotic towards his homeland and knowledgeable about his
family's trade without patronizing us for our more egocentric
mindset. He is here in our country out of good faith to the
Draconian people. To build that trust between us after years of
long held rivalries between our nations. He has exceeded my
expectations of his race and changed it for the better. And it
honors me that he will one day be a voice for his people and
help us build a stronger Phonax and Glapera. That's a sentiment
you can hardly disagree with. Am I right Representative Eshad?"
Eir's words were met with silence from the Representative, who's
lips curled into a smirk. Odd...not the reaction he was looking
for.
"Ladies and gentleman, I would like to speak with the boys
privately. I would hardly want to spoil your evening with
political talks." The group around them cleared out upon
request. Even Sehrish had to leave when forced under the gaze of
the older drake. She raised up on her toes and leaned into the
Elvi's ear.
"Don't let him push you around...You did excellent, Malachi."
Sehrish told him gently and privately before she slipped back
into the crowd beyond. That left Eir and Malachi alone with
Lor'Jah. The man's yellow eyes flicked to Eir, his humor turning
sour enough that Eir felt a tension rising in his back.
"I will say this in Duthul to be sure I am understood. Remember
this day, young Aluanas. When the Phonaxian generosity turns to
bitter contempt and your left in the aftermath of their callous
decisions and your pandering for peace. I admire your
tenacity...if only it wasn't misguided and tainted by your
father's idealism." He then looked to Malachi, his attention
there not wavering. "Had the council not already agreed to the
proposal of opening our ports to your family days ago and
emphatically agreed with Aharon's claims of peace, I would have
seen you back on a ship to be done with your meddling. Let us be
clear here young Hythian... While some may be blinded to it, I
know exactly what your family is upto and I will not allow it to
sully our waters. Glapera will never bend the knee to your
people as long as I hold my power." He stated before gesturing
to the party. "But for now...Enjoy your perceived victory..."
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Re: CHPT 0.11 Brothers (Malachi & Eir'Asa)
By: DolittleMax Date: October 31, 2020, 4:34 am
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Malachi was not phased by the withering look; his father had
given him worse- said worse. Such behaviours of intimidation had
grown the norm and when things grow to be normal they lose their
effect. The only reason Mal had been affected by what Eir’s
father had said when they were rescued was because he knew it
would affect Eir- not for any injury to his own self. So now as
the drake gave him that scathing glare, the Elvi kept aloof and
unaffected, plastering that smile on his face. This was his
finely honed and practiced response to the blatant attempts at
barbing him, which this man was doing.
He cast a small look of surprise toward Eir as his friend so
firmly interrupted the Lords critique of the younger Phonaxian
generation, setting things straight with his own views and
beliefs. It took balls and Mal knew that Eir often found courage
when spurred on by things he cared about or believed strongly.
However, he wasn’t sure if entering into the argument was for
better or worse. Either way, it was clear their opponent was
ruffled, forcing a mask on as he bid everyone else to go on with
their evening.
Pride was such an interesting thing, and Mal felt satisfaction
knowing that the drake had to speak with them privately to feel
he had control, and to save face. Sehrish’s encouragement
affirmed for him that he had stayed the course of the argument
and that he could continue to do so.
He listened to the man’s patronising words with an air of
apathy. He would not feed into the man’s need to gain a reaction
from them. It was clear that he had intended to embarrass the
pair of them; If he knew the decision was made, why would he
spur a public debate on it? It was clear he had come off second
best as he felt the man were forcing up brick walls to prevent
any more room for argument. At the mention of something his
family was doing however, he felt some confusion- though refused
to let it show on his face.
Before the man left, Mal made one final comment.
“My people say ‘Cynicism is the mask work by an idealist who had
once put their faith in the wrong cause.’ I wish you a fantastic
night as well. Let us speak with that man who requested us
earlier, Eir” he said, a hand to his friends shoulder as they
walked away.
He could tell Eir’s hackles were raised by the confrontation and
decided it was best if they left quickly. There was no man who
had asked to speak to them, so instead they moved over to stand
by an interesting looking artefact. It appeared to be an old
text of some sort, preserved beneath glass.
“Gods- That man must have a cactus shoved right up his ass-“ he
hissed to Eir quietly. Mal gladly took another glass of wine and
sipped from it, his pretty brow furrowed in dark annoyance.
“I’d say he’s almost as bad as my father,” he muttered over the
rim of his glass “Except he doesn’t have the same snake-like
quality my father does...”
The poor Lordling let himself really relax as they weren’t in
the high pressure situation anymore.
“I think you did really well, Eir. You held yourself well
despite all the wyvern-shit he was spewing from his mouth.”
Drinking the rest of the wine, he set the glass aside, eyes
scanning for the female they had spoken to earlier. She cut a
pretty figure, and while he knew she was married, he could sense
that she didn’t let that restrain her. He mentally debated the
pros and cons of a rendezvous.
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Re: CHPT 0.11 Brothers (Malachi & Eir'Asa)
By: Kimcora Date: November 2, 2020, 11:18 am
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Eir'Asa was somewhat relieved when Malachi led them away, though
he did allow himself one last glance at Lord Eshan. He looked
oddly smug still, waving to Eir as he left before he turned his
attention to an approaching noble. He brushed off the event as
if nothing had happened, while Eir still felt an odd sting from
the warning. He made it sound like Malachi or Phonax itself was
seeking to undermine Glapera and use the Aluanas's to do
it...Surely that wasn't the case...His father trusted Lord
Hythian and they had been in talks of business for years. Hell,
even their child was sent to live with them. You didn't do that
with someone you were planning on double-crossing...right? He
thought back to his uncle's words of hatred toward the Elvi and
he felt his stomach twist in a small knot. While he didn't
understand the hatred completely, he knew that there was a long
standing distrust of foreign powers and an ever-present fear of
being subjugated like the Elviyenne of Ilydia Bay. But Eir had
gotten to know Malachi and knew the man's heart. He was a good
person, if not a man trying to do his best by his people and his
family. Eir considered him as much a Draconian at this point as
he did an Aluanas...So surely his uncle and this man were just
paranoid...
The comment about the cactus made Eir smirk, but he held back a
laugh behind his tightening lips. "I think a cactus is being
generous..." He added before giving Malachi a softer look at the
mention of his father. He had heard bits and pieces about his
family and Eir was beginning to find that such a life of being
judged or having to navigate social labyrinths even in the peace
of your own home was sad. But if Malachi turned out the way he
did after living in a place like that, maybe he could do better
for himself. Be the better person from his father... "I did
little in comparison to you. I'm amazed at how clear and
eloquent you were. I mean you actually got the guy to show
emotion. I know lobbyists that can't do that!" He gave Malachi a
clap on the shoulder, smiling brightly. "But thank you. And I
meant everything I said. You are a brother to me now, Malachi.
An honorary Aluanas. So I mean it when I say you have my full
support, whenever and however you need it. While some of my
countrymen want to see us isolated and will push back...I'm glad
you and I can help be the first to end that stigma.” Eir then
followed his gaze, noting that Malachi seemed distracted.
"What are you looking at?" He asked since he couldn't quite
place where or what he was looking for.
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Re: CHPT 0.11 Brothers (Malachi & Eir'Asa)
By: DolittleMax Date: November 2, 2020, 4:16 pm
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He chuckled and gave his friend a clap on the shoulder at the
compliments, feeling they were really undeserved. The decision
had been made and Mal wouldn’t of had the balls to speak so
candidly if Eir hadn’t been there to save him if need be. Though
his grin softened to something more heartfelt when Eir professed
that they were practically brothers at this point. He felt the
kinship and had grown to it over the past months, getting used
to the idea that people could be as inseparable as they were.
When Eir asked about what had him so distracted, he blinked back
to attention with a look that was only partially sheepish at
eyeing the woman so wholly. He caught her eye and gave a subtle
wink before resuming his focus on Eir.
“Aha- Nothing my friend... Just admiring all Glapera has to
offer. It [i]is a shame I can’t take any of these artefacts
home...”[/i]
He could Eir’s look and felt the oncoming verbal wrist slap for
his innuendos. Before he could, Mal gave a hurried placating
gesture to show it was mostly in jest. His father wouldn’t
really tolerate a foreign match anyway...
“When will we find out the results of this event officially? I’m
sure your father will be most pleased all had settled and gone
through. I’ll bet he’s watching us like a hawk right now on
account of our adventures giving him a heart attack”
Malachi had endeavoured to be placid and docile for at least a
week after the event; studying just as hard as Eir, using his
spare time to drill swordplay or practice his Vs’Shtak with the
kitchen staff. On the whole he’d been a right angel, so who
could help the fact that he felt a little devious now for the
most part?
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Re: CHPT 0.11 Brothers (Malachi & Eir'Asa)
By: Kimcora Date: November 3, 2020, 6:55 pm
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Eir'Asa rose a brow at his statement about the artifacts, not
understanding what he was getting at. Malachi hardly seemed to
type to care about Draconian trinkets or old tomes. He often
teased Eir for liking that sort of things. That was until he
caught Sehrish was once in Malachi's line of sight. Now that
wasn't good. While they were all the same age and station, she
was already married to a very aggressive drake that might just
have Malachi's head for flirting with his wife. Eir knew from
speaking candidly with Sehrish that her and Ifram were not a
good match, that she honestly felt tied down in her marriage and
wanted anyone else than to have to share a bed with the lug.
Besides, Sehrish was a dear friend of his that he wanted to see
happy, but not in trouble with her family.
He caught Sehrish giggling as she eyed Malachi in the way Eir
had come to learn was interest, that sly grin there as she
turned her attention back to the woman she was speaking with.
That sly grin was never a good sign. He gave Malachi a scolding
look, looking ready to warn him of the dangers when he gave a
dismissive wave of his hand. The drake settled, figuring this
was a sign of compliance with the rules.
The change of subject left Eir to think on a new topic, his
attention going to the room. He spotted his mother and father
across the way, his father eyeing the pair not so
inconspicuously. "We'll find out soon I imagine. The
representatives will speak and give a toast in honor of the
closing of the congress meetings. Then we should be free to
leave...Crisis averted I imagine. I just...I think my father
isn't aware of how Lor'Jah voted...I mean he's been close with
my family for years, or so I heard from my grandmother.
Unless..." He looked then to Malachi eyes softening some. "No
matter, I suppose it doesn't matter since the rest of the
representatives agreed to allow Phonax to begin bridging trade
connections with Glapera. We should go speak with my father..."
The pair went to join his father when a larger drake, one fully
shifted into their dragon form, stepped in their path. Eir could
smell the alcohol on him and clearly tensed by how aggressively
he was looking at Malachi. Before the man could say much else
other than "Filthy foreigner" Aharon was getting between them,
his own scales showing. The man spat at the ground and stalked
off before he left into the crowd. Aharon looked uneasy before
turning to the boys.
"Forgive that poor display, Malachi-ith. Please come join our
family." Aharon escorted them over, allowing the group to take
up a place near the stage set where the representatives would
speak. Sehrish soon joined them, taking her place by the boys.
"Glad to see you both survived your encounter." She smiled,
offering the pair drinks to toast. "To new beginnings here in
Glapera. And new friendships." She said as the Representatives
gave their speech about how grand all of Glapera was, how the
ports would be open to the Hythian family. They even gave an
opportunity to clap for the 'honored guest', Malachi who
represented the change...
(Yes I left it open so you can jump it or stick around to talk
more)
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Re: CHPT 0.11 Brothers (Malachi & Eir'Asa)
By: DolittleMax Date: November 3, 2020, 8:19 pm
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Mal listened with interest as Eir seemed to think on the fact
that their family friend had most likely voted against the
Aluanas. It was interesting dynamics but Malachi supposed that
moving forward in the world was never achieved by trying to
please everyone. They made their way over to Lord Aluanas but
were intercepted by an aggressive figure.
He felt his pulse rise in his ears and he stood just that little
bit taller as the male stalked toward them and spat the insult.
Mal’s eyes gave a flinty glare before Lord Aluanas intercepted
and steered the drake away. He had settled once more, albeit
feeling very exposed on the dias with all the other
representatives. Sehrish coming up beside them assisted his
pleased facade and he gave her a sly wink.
“To new friendships”
Keeping his chin up, he once more pulled on that mask of cool
apathy and gave a bow of gratitude once the announcement was
made.
——A Few Days Later ——
Mal sat on the edge of the bed as he pulled on his shoes.
Glancing over his bare shoulder he could see in the hazy glow of
the curtained room that Sehrish was sleeping soundly, tangled
naked among the sheets and shedded clothing. With a satisfied
smirk, he reached and brushed her hair out of her face before
grabbing his shirt from under her bare leg. The only thing she
was currently wearing was a large jewelled pendant necklace that
hung about her neck and glittered. A gift from him of course; it
had cost him a pretty coin.
Of course he hadn’t resisted the opportunity for a casual tryst.
This was their second meeting in her house, third overall and he
was wondering if perhaps Eir had grown curious as to why his
‘exploring the city’ walks had become a regular occurrence.
However, he knew that in two days her husband would be home and
these rendezvous would either need to be more secretive or halt
altogether. A shame really... Fun while it lasted.
Mal slid his shirt on a stood, walking to pick up his rapier
from where it leant by the window. As he secured his sheath
about his waist, his eyes caught movement through the sheer
curtains. A man in armor on a horse.
“Shit-“ he cursed, now hurrying to make sure he had everything.
He quickly crawled onto the bed to place a kiss to her lips,
rousing her only slightly. He gave a wink, “I have to scram. See
you around~”
Mal hurried, and moved to the window, checking there was no one
below and swung out. Using his well trained and practiced
sneaking-out abilities he scrambled down the wall.
It was a few minutes before thudding steps up the stairs could
be heard alongside the clinking of armor plates. There was no
knock and Ifram pushed open the door, golden eyes settling on
his wife laying in bed naked. For a moment he seemed pleased,
supposing that she had warmed a little and planned to welcome
him home... That look faded from his eyes and was replaced by
apprehension. He could smell it... the smell of sex and- and-
His eyes narrowed and settled on her with something more
sinister. An Elvi male... Now he wondered who that could
possibly be. He turned his face away from her and slammed the
door, the art on the walls shaking. He removed his gauntlets,
tossing them onto a dresser wordlessly. He then took his sheath
off, then removed his shoulder guards, letting them clatter into
a pile in a similar fashion.
“Nice to know I’ve been missed” he ground out between his teeth.
He and his wife were never really on more than business terms,
but he demanded a certain level of respect as man of his house.
He turned back to face her, walking closer to the edge of the
bed, eyes now burning with deep rage. The scales about his neck
and along his arms has flared and grown prominent with his
anger. This was no joke... and the way she looked at him as if
he were stupid or suspicious make him bare his teeth at her.
“I know what you’re playing at woman... You think because my
eyes are not here that I can’t clearly see what’s going on?”
He scoffed and removed a breastplate, also tossing it aside.
Sehrish was flighty and reluctant to her responsibilities. She’d
rather spend all her time in the library than actually making an
effort to be Lady of the house. Not only that... but she’d
neglected her duties in letting him sire heirs. She’d often
refuse him or find reasons for it to not eventuate. Yet while he
was gone she had found it pleasing to her to make some other son
of a bitch a father? He was about to simply walk out in anger
when he spotted the large pendant hanging against her chest.
That’s when he snapped.
“So that’s how it is? You’re making a whore of yourself yet
refusing my right to an heir?!” He moved toward her, coming
almost nose to nose with her and his fist slammed against the
wall above her head.
“Well I’d settle in with how things are. I just got three months
leave and I’m going nowhere. Let’s just say we’ll be spending a
lot of that three months together...” he stood up and tossed
aside his wrist guards, throwing them at the wall before
stalking to the door.
“Get dressed... You have matters to attend to that you’ve
neglected in my absence.”
With that, the door slammed behind him.
—— Several Days Following That ——
Mal and Eir sat at a table in the library looking at a letter
from Sehrish’s husband Ifram, offering Mal and Eir a few weeks
in a distant villiage that was recovering from raids and fires.
They needed ‘helping hands’ as Ifram had written cordially in
his letter.
At Eir’s comment on how ‘out of the blue’ and ‘curious’ the
offer was, Mal gave a hum.
“Yes... uh, how odd...”
Lord Aluanas had been pleased that other influential figures had
seemed to take a shine to the two young men and had claimed it
was ‘a great honour’ that they were being requested for such a
pious and key mission. To serve as healers and helpers in the
temple for the sick and injured. Mal had simply thought ‘Yes, an
honor’ as he listened.
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Re: CHPT 0.11 Brothers (Malachi & Eir'Asa)
By: Kimcora Date: November 4, 2020, 2:30 pm
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Eir looked over the letter as they rode in the carriage to
Achuak, the city-state known for being a bit more related to
public service. The small town of Yulefrina was always a more
impoverished town due to its connection to farming and ranching,
rather than specific trades. Healers in the area were usually
locals who easily were overwhelmed when any sort of tragedy
occurred. Due to its proximity to the coast and a large ocean
channel that led to the open sea, it was an advantageous stop
for bandits and pirates who usually stole from the town's stores
and supplies to stock their own for travel. Not to mention a
recent drought had allowed for brush fires to start and have
devastated many of the crops. It hurt Eir's heart to hear so
many were suffering, but he knew that his people were working to
help in any way they could. After all, he and Malachi were being
sent to be a presence there for a small time. Eir's mother was a
powerful healer and known for her skill. Eir had studied enough
under her to know that he could be of help to these people...But
it didn't take away his suspicion over why Ifram of all people
would recommend Malachi and Eir to go to Yulefre. He knew that
the soldiers were often stationed at a nearby fort, but why then
if they had plenty of their own healers would they then turn to
the Aluanas family?
Eir'Asa's first thought was not anything sinister. He had never
had issues with Ifram as he had been to visit Sehrish quite a
few times due to their close friendship. The man had intimidated
him honestly and always made him feel like he needed to be
walking on eggshells. He once even had to adamantly swear he had
no illicit intentions with Sehrish, in the beginning before the
men got to know each other a little better. Clearly, one day
around Eir and Sehrish while they combed over ancient documents
on medical implications of roots was enough to convince anyone
sex was off the table for the pair.
But Eir had noted a clippedness to Sehrish as she sent a letter
to say she would be ‘indisposed’ for the next few weeks and
unable to attend their usual meetings at the library. She also
told him to give her regards to Malachi, that she was apologetic
that she couldn’t offer him further friendly conversation over
Glaperan customs or practice with the native tongue. Perhaps at
a later date when Ifram was being ‘needy’ as she phrased it.
Eir’Asa wasn’t sure he liked that turn of phrase and sent
Malachi a suspicious look in the carriage.
“It would seem Sehrish put in a good word for us with Ifram?
Odd...since she mentioned to me your conversations would have to
be more infrequent. I didn’t even realize you two were still in
contact...Wonder what that was supposed to mean...” Eir gave
Malachi a narrow of his eyes but let it go. “Either way, it will
be nice to have another adventure outside the city. Yulefrina is
known to be a scenic farmland near the coast. I’ve even heard
tales that pirates frequent it. Also it’s an opportunity for us
to explore a little more and enjoy some time out from underneath
my father’s watchful eyes...” He wagged his brows, but knew
after their kidnapping attempt that the chance of being anywhere
near the ports was an absolute NO. “We’re to be working closely
with the Temple of Arydun there, our god of Medicine and Water.
To let you know it’s custom to wash your hands and feet before
entering his temple, or he might smite you with a typhoon sooo…”
He gave a bit of a sheepish smile as he offered Malachi a raise
of a brow. “Have you done much philanthropy in Phonax? In
Glapera it’s considered honorable that the wealthy might offer
themselves to a cause.” He asked to gauge what Malachi was used
to back home. His first time in a temple of healing had
been...overwhelming to say the least.
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Re: CHPT 0.11 Brothers (Malachi & Eir'Asa)
By: DolittleMax Date: November 4, 2020, 4:20 pm
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Mal rubbed the back of his neck and gave his friend a smile that
attempted to be aloof, but edged on sheepish. He hadn’t wanted
to involve Eir in his scoundreling, knowing the male would be
morally conflicted. In Phonax and especially areas like
Alessandria, it wasn’t uncommon for things like this to occur
but it would seem the pride of the Glaperan’s wouldn’t tolerate
cuckholding.
The wording of the letter had concerned him initially, causing
him to wonder if he hadn’t put Sehrish in danger with her
husband. However, the still cheeky turn of phrase eased his mind
a little and he figured she might just be on a tight leash for a
little while. The young lord’s mind drifted to their
‘conversations’ and he had to blink back to attention when Eir
spoke more directly.
“Oh, uhhhh- I’m sure she’s referring to our occasional meetings.
Often in my time in the city we would meet for her to uh...
teach me the more intricate nature of your native tongue.
Very... invigorating... It’s a shame we shall have to pause our
tutoring sessions...”
He mentally cringed at his choice of words, the accidental
entendres making his words feel even more suspicious than they
needed to be.
He listened carefully about the town and temple they were going
to and nodded, “Wash feet and hands or die. Got it.”
Malachi wasn’t entirely sure what he would be able to do to
assist. All he had was his Zsill magis in which he could
manipulate air. Perhaps he could assist with the fires? But he
doubted he’d be much help in the temple with Eir...
“So how long have you been practicing healing?” he asked
curiously, eager to steer the topic away from Sehrish.
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Re: CHPT 0.11 Brothers (Malachi & Eir'Asa)
By: Kimcora Date: November 6, 2020, 4:12 pm
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Eir wasn’t the best at subtleties, nor was he the best at
reading a room. But he had spent enough time around the usually
linguistically gifted Malachi to know when his speech patterns
were off. He seemed halting and unsure, confident in places, but
almost awkward in his delivery. Something was going on and he
didn’t want to tell him. However, Eir believed whatever it was
that it wasn’t his business. Malachi has always been forthcoming
about things Eir needed to know. If this was something that
wasn’t easily shared or he didn’t want to talk about, he could
respect that.
He just hoped whatever it was that it didn’t end with Ifram’s
blade...He shook off the thought, horrified by the idea of
Malachi being hurt or killed. He was his best friend and like a
sibling. He didn’t want the man harmed. Perhaps he could help in
keeping a closer eye on him and being sure he was safe.
The comment about washing his feet and hands made Eir nod
politely. “Yes, very important. Arydun likes his temple clean.
They’ve actually proven that some disease and fungi travel on
unwashed skin which may contribute to decreased health in
patients and a horrid infection that—“ He went to ramble but the
sounds of movement outside caused Eir to turn his head and look
out the window. The small village was looking quite scarred and
bruised, the buildings appearing singed in places and the people
all looking haggard or busy. The smell of burning could be
scented on the breeze, hinting that a large fire was nearby.
Even the sky was a thick sooty color that made Eir’s brows
furrow.
“Man this place has seen trouble. We might have our work cut out
for us.” He said before giving a small sigh. “I wish the
government would step in more for these people...it’s because
it’s predominantly Pluma and our farmers. Perhaps This is
where...” He felt his face fall when he had a thought that this
might have been where Lea’Vera was from. He shook off the
thought since he didn’t want to think about her. He had come to
forgive her over the whole mess, realizing it couldn’t have been
her fault. She did the right thing and help them which was all
they could ask for. He was glad when Malachi changed the subject
to his healing.
“Not long. I only get to practice occasionally, ever since I was
a child. My mother is a well known healer and she always wanted
me to learn the craft. I’m not nearly as good as she is, but I’m
getting better. I usually do small things around temples back in
Sililos.” He said before he tilted his head at Malachi. “And
you? I know you work with wind but do you work with temples in
Phonax often?” He felt the carriage coming to a halt, knowing
they had reached the temple. It was a lovely white building with
large stain glass windows of varying colors of blue. Out front
was a long pool that trailed up the stairs, where many people
gathered to wash. They all looked exhausted, some injured and
some simply ill.
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