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Re: CHPT 0.11 Brothers (Malachi & Eir'Asa)
By: DolittleMax Date: September 3, 2020, 7:41 pm
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Mal tensed as he waited for Eir to dissuade the attacker,
whatever he was going to say, it had to be quick before he could
see through their disguises. Eir's scratchy, high-pitch cadence
would have made him laugh if it weren't the only thing saving
their asses right now. Malachi simply remained quiet and batted
his eyes at the man, hoping it would further their guise. If
this wasn't one of the most ridiculous things he had done-
He seemed to buy it and dashed into the stall behind them and
they hurried away quickly. Damn these skirts though- he felt
them hinder his stride as they shuffled off to the nicer area of
the city. They remained quiet as they scuttled away, almost as
though a word might bring back their pursuer.
When Eir removed the face covering, Mal did the same and finally
allowed himself a relieved chuckle and listened to the drakes
enthusiastic tone. It was a relief to be out of that situation
and he felt his breath shake a little as he relaxed. The
laughter was contagious and before long, Mal was also doubled
over in stitches, holding his sides as they recounted the
funniest moments of that escapade.
"That- that was chaos- I-I- I can't believe any of that worked!"
he wiped tears from his eyes, but they kept spilling over. He
hadn't felt something this akin to friendship for ages and the
joy of it all was almost overwhelming.
"When you finally put on the dress!" he gave another rowdy laugh
and threw his head back.
"Good evening boys" the amused greeting sounded vaguely familiar
and Mal's laughter calmed as he turned to look to the voice,
wiping tears from his eyes. He snapped out of it very quickly as
he saw it was Lae'Vera standing there, a hand on her hip as she
looked at them in both bewilderment and amusement. Malachi
glanced at Eir, his own face growing red with embarrassment as
he tried to fumble with what to say. It would seem that Eir was
having the same trouble as she approached, basket of food in one
hand. She looked Eir up and down and seemed to sense that their
evening had been an eventful one; the sweaty faces, the light to
their eyes, the scruffy hair and the... interesting attire. She
gave a chuckle before continuing on past them, resuming her
original path.
With one last backwards glance she called, "I think yellow
really is your colour Eir'Asa. Stunning."
Her light laughter could be heard as she disappeared into the
night as quickly as she appeared.
Malachi couldn't help it, he'd been shaking with withheld
laughter throughout the small exchange and now the air burst
through his nose as the fit began again.
"BAHAHAHH! Of all people we could have come across- hahhahHAHAH
Gods! You really are lucky tonight aren't you!? Bahahah!"
He panted and finally wiped his tears away, giving Eir a series
of consoling thumps to the back.
"We really should try and sneak back home-" he began to tug off
the pink monstrosity "without these of course"
The Elvi slung the outfit over a nearby cart and brushed his own
clothes off, checking to make sure his sword belt was still
nicely secured.
They headed homed quickly and quietly.
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Re: CHPT 0.11 Brothers (Malachi & Eir'Asa)
By: Kimcora Date: September 6, 2020, 6:50 pm
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The humor of the situation drove him to laugh a bit harder as
Malachi did. Laughter was infectious and Eir was almost in tears
as his side hurt. He was having such a great time with Malachi,
someone who was becoming a true friend practically over night.
He felt a bond with this man, as they both seemed to have
similar lives and what each other needed to experience and
learn. Eir would have never done something like this unless he
had a friend’s influence. Honestly, this rush was something he
craved now.
He was about to joke again about it when suddenly a voice
sounded near them. Eir turned bright red as he made eye contact
with Lea’Vera, who seemed to be laughing at them. If Eir could
have melted into a puddle and been washed away by the monsoon
rains he would have taken that. He already felt hot and
embarrassed enough to recede within himself. However he couldn’t
speak and simply stared at her with his mouth opening and
closing as he tried to think of how to explain himself. This
looked strange and bad, leaving him overwhelmed and shocked.
When she finally left after commenting on the dress, Eir brought
hands to his cheeks to help the blush die down. He shot Malachi
a miserable look, before giving a sigh and tugging his dress
over his head. Thankfully it was easy to get off and maybe he
could go bury his head in his sheets and forget it even
happened...
~~~
Eir gave a yawn as he listened to his instructor talk, his eyes
drifting shut as the older drake showed off a swing of the large
scimitar. Eir leaned against the hilt of the currently sheathed
blade, his head drooping. They got back late and the
embarrassment of being caught in a compromising situation by the
very pretty Lea’Vera had made it a bit hard to sleep. But he got
over it and woke up in time for his morning training. He figured
Malachi was being allowed to sleep in, even if he might be
expected to attend some lessons on culture and history later.
“Eir-ith. Come. Strike the target.” He started away and gave the
instructor a bow and started trying to attack the target. He
wasn’t quite skilled at it, but he was able to at least cut the
target to ribbons.
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Re: CHPT 0.11 Brothers (Malachi & Eir'Asa)
By: DolittleMax Date: September 6, 2020, 8:09 pm
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Malachi had awoken earlier than he expected, finding that the
heat in Glapera was much higher even early in the morning; the
cloying humidity had him sweating in his sheets at sunrise.
Though he remained in bed a little longer, wishing to catch up
on the sleep their antics had lost, he was driven to his feet by
the sun. The water in his bathroom was cool enough to snap him
out of the sleepy stupor he'd awoken in and found he was quite
ready for something to eat.
At home it was custom that he was meant to eat in the dining
hall, but of later years he'd found a much more pleasant
experience to go down to the kitchen himself and eat there.
Usually the food was hotter, the company nicer and on a whole
more pleasant experience. He hardly stopped to think if it were
polite to do so here before he was already in the kitchen. The
kitchen was not a flurry of activity like it was at home, more a
calm and leisurely pace. Yet again, Malachi thought to himself,
perhaps Eir's parents weren't in the habit of driving their
staff mad with nightly banquets. So when he entered, he was
immediately noted and some staff stopped, unsure as to how to
react.
Mal gave a smile and a wave, before dipping his head
respectfully. One of the chefs seemed flustered by this action
and let fly a hurried sentence of Vs'sthak gesturing for him to
stop bowing. He tilted his head as some conversation passed
between what seemed to be the two head cooks.
"Hmmm... Do you not speak the common tongue?" he asked, to see.
They looked at him blankly and shifted a little uncomfortably.
Mal mimed eating and rubbed his stomach; they definitely
understood this and the man spoke to the female chef quickly.
She tried to say something and attempted to hustle him back
toward the stairs and seemed to be gesturing to the dining hall.
Malachi stopped walking and shook his head, slipping past her
and sitting at a stool by the bench. She gave huff and put her
hands on her hips, seeming flustered and confused by his
behaviour. He mimed eating again and she gave a vague gesture of
defeat with her hand before moving about with a tray. She put a
kind of fried egg mixed with spice and a type of flat bread. She
also sat a cool glass of milk beside it as well as an apple
before putting the salt and pepper shakers next to the cutlery.
Mal gave a gesture of thanks, putting his palms together.
The woman clicked her tongue, "Vinxa"
He tilted his head, "Vinxa?"
She nodded and mimmiced his gesture "Vinxa"
It dawned on him, she was teaching him how to say thank you. It
brought a smile to his face that a woman who moments ago seemed
flustered at him wanting to eat in the kitchen now took it upon
herself to correct his manners.
He repeated the gesture with the accompanying word "Vinxa"
She smiled before going about her work and leaving him to eat.
Malachi had just finished a lesson on the Draconian history and
was holding a notebook as he strolled the halls. He'd been given
some starting phrases of Vs'shtak to practice and he muttered
them as he walked. While learning from textbooks was not his
favourite thing, learning languages interested him a fair
amount. It was something he'd been adept at from a young age and
if submerged often enough, he was able to pick the majority of
it up.
He moved out into the yard, wearing the more plain green flowing
robes that let the breeze cool him as he memorised. He spotted
Eir with what seemed to be a trainer doing drills in the
courtyard not far away and perked up. Perhaps he could observe
how they fought, maybe even spar?
He moved closer, glancing at his notebook before putting it in
his pocket.
"Fekiikiri vur seveleth!" he called, hoping his pronunciation
meant the words weren't totally unrecognisable.
Translation= Greetings and well met!
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Re: CHPT 0.11 Brothers (Malachi & Eir'Asa)
By: Kimcora Date: September 9, 2020, 9:49 am
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Eir gave a bit of a jump when Malachi spoke up in Vs'shtak,
since he hadn't heard the man use it before and Eir had been a
bit out of it still. He glanced over and noted Malachi's jovial
mood, which drew a smile to Eir's lips. "Seveleth, thurirl." He
said, his voice more hiss like in quality and the pronunciation
more heavy with the rolling sounds and full vowel. He was happy
to see Malachi was learning and wondered where he was picking it
up. Perhaps he was just a quick study? "Very good. You're
learning! Soon we can start really putting you to the test with
whole sentences! Oh and reading!" He got excited at the prospect
but heard his trainer clear his throat behind him.
Eir winced, looking back at the older drake that was tapping his
foot. "I see you're quite distracted today, Eir-ith." He stated
in Duthl so the new stranger could understand perfectly. Eir
gave a bow of his head and brought the sword up back into the
stance.
"Apologies, Anathuiiri. It won't happen again." He did glace
forlornly at Malachi, the dejected puppy look drawing the older
drake to huff.
"I can't have your heart not being in this. You do realize if
you don't learn to defend yourself you will be useless to those
you care for? A weapon is not about attacking for the sake of
bloodshed, but to defend what you hold dear. As a healer you
will need to defend yourself just as much as any soldier out
there." The little speech was rounded off by Anathuiiri looking
to Malachi and jerking his head. "You're carrying around a
blade. Let's see something you can do, Uich Vrak." He said,
noting that Eir seemed to return to full enthusiasm at the news
that his friend could join in. Eir moved out of Malachi's way
and gestured to a dummy that Eir had been practicing on. "Give
it a try on that one. I'll--"
"You'll be running stances in the meantime." Anathuiiri's order
made Eir move to attention and instantly take up a stance. While
slightly off kilter, it wasn't terrible and would get the job
done if he needed it.
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Re: CHPT 0.11 Brothers (Malachi & Eir'Asa)
By: DolittleMax Date: September 10, 2020, 7:14 am
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He gave a chuckle as the drake showed him how Vs’shtak was meant
to sound, boring the rolling way of saying things and the rich
tones; He’d have to work on that. The flurried excitement of Eir
drew a wry grin from him as he grew excited about Mal being able
to read Vs’shtak. Of course that was what first occupied his
mind, not how Mal might better flirt in this land.
Malachi rubbed the back of his neck and cast Eir a sheepish
look; he remained quiet as his friend was scolded by his tutor.
He hadn’t meant to get his friend into strife with the tutor but
he wasn’t sorry enough to actually listen to what was being
said. Instead, his eyes drifted to the swords being used; a
curved kind of blade that seemed strong and sharp. They looked
to be more of a heavy handed approach to a sword, nothing like
what he was used to.
He was brought out of his musings by Eir’s instructor calling to
him to demonstrate his own skill. Malachi gave a sly smile and a
shrug, “Sure, I don’t want to get rusty I suppose”
Both Hythian boys were thoroughly drilled in swordplay and hand
to hand combat as such a skill added status. Of course, Malachi
had nearly equaled his brother in skill, but lessons proved that
Mathias had a mind for tactics whereas Malachi was more suited
to politics.
The Elvi male stepped into the training area, casting the top
half of his Glaperan attire aside so he would not be hindered by
the cloth. Drawing his sword, he gave his shoulders a roll and
tried to loosen up.
Readying himself; posture straight, chin forward and sword held
in a strong grip he looked at the dummy. Under his breath he
muttered the instructions that had been drummed into his mind.
“Desiel!”
Mal raised his sword in one hand, holding it in front of his
face in the ready position.
“Pelekta-“ he hissed before beginning.
With a slight shuffle forward he began a quick sequence of
blows. Two disarming actions before and debilitating stroke
followed by what would be a killing blow. He repeated this a few
times, alternating his sequences.
“ Ie' esta” he panted, bringing his sword back to the ready
position in front of his face. Gulping a few breaths, he
sheathed his sword once more and allowed his posture to slacken
with a smile. He watched to observe how Eir used a blade.
[spoiler=“Translations”]
1. Ready!
2. Strike-
3. At ease
[/spoiler]
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Re: CHPT 0.11 Brothers (Malachi & Eir'Asa)
By: Kimcora Date: September 10, 2020, 10:33 pm
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Eir watched from his place away from Malachi as the man showed
off his skill. It seemed Malachi was a skilled fighter in his
land. He was so precise with his swings and powerful, the skill
and finesse there with the smaller sword. He could seriously do
some damage had he had an opponent. It even impressed the tutor
who gave the Elvi a toothy smirk.
“Ah so you do know how to use that tooth pick.” He snickered,
the older drake’s joke clear as he then let out a chuckle. “I
haven’t seen that kind of skill in a while. You could teach our
young lord a thing or two about discipline with a blade.” He
then turned attention to Eir, who looked briefly in awe of
Malachi.
“Mal where did you learn all that? Do you fight a lot in
Phonax?” He asked but was cut off from his questioning when his
tutor gave a tisk.
“Questions later. It’s time to show what you have learned
Eir-ith.” Eir gave his tutor a nod and sheepishly stepped
forward. He knew he wasn’t terrible but he was hardly an
aggressive fighter. He was mostly on the defensive as he was
never expected to go into battle unless it was to defend
himself. Eir gave a small huff and brought the scimitar home
into a high guard, letting the point hang dangerously in front
of him, almost like a snake waiting to strike. The flurry of
movements was fluid and used the blade to both guard and arc.
The strikes all seemed to have a dragging motion Instead of
stabbing, the intention to gouge your opponent using their own
movement and momentum against the curved blade. He always
returned to a guard however, ending on a cross guard as he was
used to. The tutor clapped lightly before giving the sweaty and
heavily breathing boys a roll of his eyes.
“Go take a small break. I’m sure your mother will have a cow if
your burned out before your other lessons.” Eir gave a bow to
the man before letting the blade rest against the rack there. He
hated carrying the things since they were awfully heavy.
“Skilled in talking and fighting huh? I feel like you keep
surprising me, Mal. Next you’ll tell me you can fly.” He teased
before his head tilted some.
“Dout Vs'shtak ui itrewicir desta! Wux ultro kiarf desta nomeno
tairais!” He told him with a cheer that was palpable in the
young drake. He was enjoying this experience of having a friend
around. “Oh and don’t mind my tutor. He’s a bit salty with
everyone. Well most soldiers are.” He said since the Soldiers of
Charir were often hardened by battle and a very militaristic and
almost tribal lifestyle.
Translation: “Your Vs’Shtak is getting better! You sounded much
better this time!”
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Re: CHPT 0.11 Brothers (Malachi & Eir'Asa)
By: DolittleMax Date: September 11, 2020, 8:07 am
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Malachi was going to answer Eir’Asa’s string of questions but
the conversation was quickly cut off once more by the tutor. Now
Malachi would have an opportunity to see how these larger swords
worked, their shape was so unlike anything he’d tried. He images
they’d be very heavy and the movements would have to flow onto
another or it would take too much energy to swing it around.
He stepped back and watched Eir with interest, noting how his
friend wasn’t quite as fragile or weak as he made out to be.
There was tone to his arms as he moved and a strength in the way
he made his strikes.
Malachi joined the tutor in his clap at Eir’s demonstration and
grinned as the drill master dismissed the pair. The well worded
quip to Malachi’s abilities made him grin at his modest friend.
“Ah, but I was very impressed by your skills. How you hold a
blade that heavy and use it so gracefully is a mystery to me.
I’ll stick with my ‘toothpick’ if it’s all the same to you”
They began to head back toward the house and Malachi rose a brow
at Eirs small strand of Vs’Shtak, giving him finger-guns.
“Have no idea what that means but it sounded positive sooooo,
vinxa?” he used the short word that the woman in the kitchen had
taught him before giving Eir a nudge.
“As for your soldier tutor- my father would make him look
jovial, at least he had fun insulting and reprimanding us”
The Elvi boy grinned at his friend, “If you recall, tonight is
the big night where we planned to go to the beach with your lady
friend. That’s if she still turns up after what she saw us doing
last night”
He laughed at the memory and blinked, letting his eyes adjust to
the darker and cooler environment of the house. His poor
Phonaxian skin was growing pink after just a half hour in the
sun. He’d need to find an ointment for that... It crossed his
mind that he’d look quite odd if he returned home all golden and
sun kissed. It was rare for his kind to have a need to be
exposed to this kind of sun, he was sure to draw odd looks.
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Re: CHPT 0.11 Brothers (Malachi & Eir'Asa)
By: Kimcora Date: September 12, 2020, 6:22 pm
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Eir wanted to quick correct Mal about his assessment of his
skills. No, he was not skilled in using that blade nor graceful.
Not like a warrior should be. Eir hesitated at the idea of
harming another, always had since he was a child and would cry
over the poor animals they ate. It was why his mother trained
him in healing, but conceded to his father in at least teaching
him to a hold a weapon properly. His father seemed to think
self-defense was vital, especially in the future when he
wouldn’t have them to protect him...
He shrugged off that thought and decided to just take the
compliment as they walked back to the home. It was better and
kinder not to argue. “I would say I have a bit of advantage. You
know. Being a big fire-breathing lizard and all.” He said
sheepishly before his brows furrowed at Malachi giving him such
a weird wave of his fingers. He tilted his head at that, before
he blinked and realized that he meant it jokingly because he
didn’t understand.
“Vixna...well you used that correctly. I only said you’re
getting better. Then where did you learn your Vs’Shtak from
earlier. Have you not been practicing?” He asked, wondering how
he learned phrases and actually sounded quite good earlier. He
didn’t have long to speculate what book he was reading, before
Mal was saying his father was much more strict than his tutor.
Really? He must have been a very hard man to get along with
then. Eir knee parents varied like flowers in a garden and his
father was certainly not the usual. He was much more light
hearted and whimsical, while his mother was the tempered and
severe sort. He loved his parents both and he couldn’t imagine a
life where they were too hard on him.
“Your father trained you? He must be very skilled then.” He said
to maybe brighten the mood around that topic and to still his
curiousity. He didn’t want to outright ask Malachi how his
relationship was with his father, but he was beginning to see a
pattern.
Eir was drawn from his thinking when Malachi went and brought up
something he had been avoiding. Red rushed to his face and Eir
ducked his head some at mention of Lea’Vera. Lothtor above he
embarrassed himself in front of her. He would be shocked if he
ever lived that down or if rumor didn’t spread like wildfire
that the Aluanas heir was running around cross dressing in the
streets. “D..Do you think she’ll avoid me? You know—because I
made a fool of myself. Honestly, I’m almost dreading this. How
do you even explain yourself in that situation? Does it make it
worse I ran away from a fight? Should I even explain or pretend
like it never happened?” He questioned, more thinking aloud to
himself. However, he realized he was getting worked up and made
himself huff, a chuckle pulling from him. “Gods...my luck is
interesting lately.” He laughed a bit before his laughter was
cut off by talking nearby.
His head whipped up and he saw his mother walking with his uncle
and their mother in tow. They spoke with each other in the
native tongue, speaking about some matter to do with the
shipping industry and how his uncle didn’t care for the fact
that Eir’s father was doing business with Phonax and the
Hythian’s. Malachi must have heard his family name mentioned,
which made Eir quickly turn his attention to Malachi with a
strained smile.
“Let’s go get that burn tended to first. If you’ll allow me to
use some healing Magis of course.” He said to Malachi, trying to
speak up some so that his voice covered the sounds of his uncle
spouting some rather harmful things about Elvi. He knew Malachi
wouldn’t understand, but he still felt guilt over it.
However, that raising of his voice caught the attention of the
passing family members. His mother looked annoyed as she usually
did under that reserved mask. Eir knee she didn’t harbor as many
prejudices as her brother or mother, but she wasn’t without her
flaws. She saw Eir and Malachi and gave them a bow of her head.
“Greetings, boys. I hope you’ve enjoyed your day.” She stated
clearly and politely before continuing on her way. His uncle
pause a moment to look at Eir and Malachi, his look as
judgmental as a it could get. It didn’t help that he was pushing
his grandmother’s wheelchair who seemed to be ignoring them.
“ Fekiikiri vur seveleth, Iosta.” Eir said quietly, uncertain of
the response he would get. Those harsh golden eyes flicked to
Malachi and didn’t see me to acknowledge Eir a moment As he eyes
Malachi over, not until the grandmother gave a cluck of her
tongue. That seemed to push his to speak, as he looked then to
Eir with a more scolding look.
“Confn renthisj mrith ve svadrav wux re authot mrith batobot
uich youwe.” His voice was a growl, condescending and meant to
be mean. Eir winced and bowed his head before tightening his
hands at his sides.
“Si geou, iosta. Svadrav si mi nahilnopa mrith sia thurirl.” Eir
stated quietly, feeling the tension rising between his uncle and
him as the man stalked off to follow his mother. Over the sounds
of Eir’s mother scolding his uncle in the other room, Eir gave
Malachi a smile and gestures to the study nearby.
“So about that healing..?” He asked with a cheer, even if Eir
sucked at covering up his emotions and it was clear that
conversation was not pleasant.
Translation=
“Greetings and well met, uncle”
“Come speak with me when you are done with that pale thing.”
“I will, uncle. When I am finished with my friend.”
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Re: CHPT 0.11 Brothers (Malachi & Eir'Asa)
By: DolittleMax Date: September 14, 2020, 7:49 pm
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At the question of where Mal had picked up his small phrases of
the language, he gave a cheeky wink followed by his evasive
answer, "Ah well, I just pick things up here and there" He
wanted to keep the drake on his toes, wondering what could and
couldn't be understood at times. More for his own amusement than
anything else.
Malachi regretted bringing up the topic of his father again as
he felt that familiar anxiety prickle at the back of his neck.
It was stupid, he thought, that he felt this fear to speak
against his father even though he was far from him. Being
rebellious behind his back was a much different than openly
defying him. He'd only done it twice in his childhood before
deciding he'd rather risk just blindly following his father's
wishes. The sound of the belt that he used still rang in his
ears and he could recall the way he'd bit his tongue to keep
from crying.
Weakness of flesh is not tolerated in this house. Save your
tears. You're a Hythian; Hythians are not weak.
He forced the smile back onto his face as he forced those dark
times from his mind.
"Indeed, father is a skilled swordsman. His father taught him
and in turn their father taught them. We are meant to be symbols
of what it is to be a Phonaxian, gotta keep in shape" he gave
Eir a cheeky elbow, "Besides, it helps to be well-built when in
the company of women"
At Eir's fretting over his own lady friend, Mal's expression
softened a little into sympathy. He knew what it was like to
worry over things like this- of course he was much different now
but to begin with he had little confidence to make advances. He
was about to reply something along the lines of 'She seemed to
find it funny, maybe she'd like to hear the story' when they
were approached. His ears didn't miss the hissed way his name
was spoken and he immediately looked to the mouth that spoke it,
eyes locking with theirs. He could tell that whatever was being
said wasn't positive and he felt a burn of pride in his stomach.
As Eir's mother greeted them, he gave a respectful dip of the
head, "It has been well thank you" was all he said, maintaining
eye-contact with the uncle. Malachi refused to waver.
He watched them leave, the tension still remaining in his jaw as
Eir tried to steer him away cheerfully. The shadowy gaze that
had gathered in the Elvi's eye fled as he took a breath.
"Indeed... However, if you have other business to attend to I am
capable of finding my own way to those services?" he offered,
trying to remain neutral.
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Re: CHPT 0.11 Brothers (Malachi & Eir'Asa)
By: Kimcora Date: September 16, 2020, 5:47 pm
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Eir let the comments from his uncle roll off his back, since he
knew better than to dwell on them. His uncle was simply
misguided and would come to see Malachi as the kind, charismatic
Elvi that Eir had gotten to know. He got to spend quite sometime
with Eir’s family so this surely wouldn’t be the last time he
met his extended family. He trusted that once Malachi learned a
bit more about his society and culture, things could be better.
Malachi would practically be draconian by then and his trusted
friend could bring a better understanding back to Phonax of
Glapera. Then their two nations could work together for
prosperity and harmony. Until then, Malachi would be an
outsider, but there was no way that Eir was going to let him
feel that way around him.
When he tried to refuse the healing for Eir to go talk to his
family, he shook his head quickly and shooed Malachi to a study.
“Nonsense. My mother is one of the best healers in Aurix and I
was trained by her. You may be better at charisma than I am, but
healing is something I understand very well.” He said with
enthusiasm though he did smile gently at Malachi. “It’s really
nothing. I can speak with my uncle later. After all, I don’t
want you looking like a poor boiled lobster tonight.” He stated
eyeing up his pink ski. “Honestly I’m surprised your just pink
with how pale you are.”
They made it to the study and he offered Malachi a seat. “It’s
quick and it will feel like a bit of static running through your
body. Not painful, since I’m not healing bone, but it will
tingle your skin a bit. Oh and if you feel nauseous or anything
uncomfortable let me know.” He offered before rubbing his hands
together. He placed his hands gently on Malachi’s shoulder’s,
his golden eyes narrowing some at the skin there. He inhaled
deeply and as he exhaled his palms began to glow a bright golden
aura. That aura seemed to spread from his touch and travel into
Malachi’s form in pulses that went over his skin in waves, like
ripples. It was more visible because the healing was surface
level, but Eir wasn’t really worried about showing off. Healing
was the one area that he could literally and figuratively shine.
After a moment, Eir pulled away and let the glowing fade,
shaking out his hands slightly to calm the energy there.
Malachi’s skin would look less red and feel less tender. It
looked almost like a few days had passed and his body had begun
to repair the damage from the sun. “There, That should tide you
over. We should look into the Aloe poultice the healers make for
the young Draconians. Before our first changes our scales are
sensitive and less protective, so we can burn with too much sun
exposure. I think that will help you Lily white complexion,
friend.” He teased lightly since he found it a little funny how
pale the Elvi were. He would look quite strange once his skin
became accustomed to the sun.
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