The Binding of the One without a home and that Who

[The Returner]

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Her eyebrows perked up slightly at the answer he gave her as more questions pushed into the forefront of her mind, distracted only momentarily with the soft kiss against her lips that she relished in for as long as it lasted even though her reaction was lesser than it could have been due to her curiosity brewing inside. "So...as your are immortal, you are also not...human?" Spoke Satyra after their lips parted with hesitation, she tried to choose them carefully, clearly not wanting to upset Merrek with the lack of knowledge but still trying to frame the information that has been presented to her in a way that she could understand and seemed familiar to her. The bowl was ignored for that instance as her golden-blue hues refused to leave his bronze, seeing them as pool of wisdom she was willing and wanting to dive into. The same thought of sustenance that passed through Merrek's mind passed through hers too and maybe a part of her wanted to test it by ignoring the fruit in front of her, when an even greater reality made itself known to her. He was immortal. Did it mean that now as their life threads were connected she was faced with the same destiny? Was she meant to outlive her peers? It was an unthinkable thought. Something outside of a wildest dream, a wish of a mad sorcerer in the wilds who would hunt any immortal being down just to uncover their secrets. Her heart thumped in her chest, mind trying to grasp the concept.​

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[Rain of the Night]

[fieldbox=Merrek, gold, solid]Another question came forth; one that Merrek would have thought to be obvious, by really, was as good as any other question. She had the right to know what he was, and that what he was; a creation and not someone who was birthed naturally. He began his reply with a short nod, tightening his hand around hers. "I am far from being human." He stated not too ashamed of saying so. "My kind is called the Ky'lin. We were an accidental experiment that gave life to us. Mages were researching how to birth mortals with the gift of magic and to naturally attune to it, but instead created us." There was much more he could elaborate on, but it seemed fitting enough of an answer for her to take. He released his grip of one of her hands and came to rest on her neck, just high enough to have his thumb rub across her cheek. "My past is long, filled with long stories and tales… Something we should keep for after you have eaten something." He was insistent, but he knew she needed to consume food. Even though their threads were merged and that she might have gained his sustenance, he did not want to tempt fate.[/fieldbox]

 

[The Returner]

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Ky'lin... Satyra repeated the word in her mind and whispered it to herself like with all the names she ever came across. Her mind immediately associating it with a soft sigh of a morning breeze - refreshing and gentle, just like the man before her. Ky'lin... Made of magic, sustained by it and attuned to it more than any being on Promia could ever be. A story to behold, just like the man who was an integral part to it. An accidental experiment that brought Merrek to life which sent sparks of electrifying amazement through her body as he laid his hand on her neck, his thumb grazing over her cheek. Her eyes only reluctantly left his to look at the fruit and even more involuntarily took a piece. Though, she could feel that familiar tension in her stomach she thought it could be associated with the strain of the previous night that still loomed over her with questions seeking answers. However, her mind was on the run with vitality unbeknownst to her even if her body was still recuperating. Moments after she ate the piece, she spoke again, unable to stay quiet and just consume what was laid before her. "Just how far are we connected, Merrek? Etos has seen something that made him stare in disbelief. I...would look myself, but life forcers cannot use their powers on themselves." It was a pressing matter on her mind. With their life threads connected, they were bound to share more than just whispers of feelings and a heart beat. Satyra needed to know just how much she was no longer the woman she used to be.​

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[Rain of the Night]

[fieldbox=Merrek, gold, solid]It was strange to see and feel Satyra's reluctance to consume nutriments… Why would she deny what keeps her alive. For the business man, eating and drinking had become a habit forged over years of hiding himself with mortals, so that he would seem just like them at first glance. This was only for convenience sake, as compared to Satyra which needed it for survival. Was it because the threads were actually sustaining her? Or was it something else? Question that had no need to be answered, but discovered.

The main concern right now was to make sure Satyra would not panic under these new conditions they were living under, which were still to be explored and tested. She had asked something very important, and his eyes averted away from her to look at their threads… The two long threads that composed their lives were still two large lines of their own accord, but strings of one another attached and created thousands of small links to one another. There were even a few large segments that now joined them together. He contemplated his answer a moment. "… It is hard to put a precise amount… Or weight on it." He began, his hand slowly reaching out off Satyra and onto each other threads, gently caressing them. Shivers went coursing through his spine… He could feel it carry over to her thread, and hers carried over to his. "… I can only describe it as interwoven, but still separate…" It was hard to say. He wished he could produce a better answer to ease her mind, but there was no way to describe it.[/fieldbox]

 

[The Returner]

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Followed his gaze to an empty space in air, but as her memory served, sending chills over her skin from the not so distant hazy memory of yesterday, Merrek saw the world differently and she assumed he was just now looking at what constituted the two of them. The consequent shivers that ran through her spine,extending over her body, complemented with his words, making her imagination run wild - a pattern of lights and lines weaving around each other, interwoven threads created by a singular moment of adoration. He could always show it to her but Satyra was unsure if her mind would comprehend it or be willing to accept the vision that nearly sent her over the edge the previous night. Instead, still trembling from the sensation of having the connection touched, her hand came to hold onto any part of Merrek's body within her reach as her eyes shut close and Satyra allowed the sensation to over her. What she was experiencing was not uncomfortable. It felt...satisfying, strangely fulfilling, and reverberated all the way in her core knowing that there was more to her then a simple thread now. "It feels...beautiful." Her eyes slowly fluttered open to look at the man before her, hand coming up from wherever it has been to caresses his cheek gently, but lovingly, moving forward just enough to catch his lips in physical expression of all that he made her feel. The pain of yesterday was worth the wonder of today and the knowledge of tomorrow.​

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[Rain of the Night]

[fieldbox=Merrek, gold, solid]The Sorceress gripped his arm as he was sending the vibrations of energy through the both of them, reliving the same thing he was. He would have thought it to be an unpleasant experience to live through, but when he looked over to her, the expressions that surfaced on her facial features were one of awe, or maybe, silent contemplation of whatever sensations she felt within her. Silence was kept between the two, Merrek admiring the Sorceress herself as she explored the new pulsations in their threads. His eyes had already found her blue and gold hues when they opened, her words making him wonder what exactly she had felt differently from himself… But it was all overshadowed as she leaned in for a kiss, which he responded to with the same gentle manner. Whatever she had lived, Merrek could feel it deep inside him that it had been something he hadn't experienced since his time at the tower, when he discovered the threads. Both hands came up to place themselves over her shoulders, gently squeezing.

They shared this small lapsed of time with the skin of their lips pressed on one another, which was only stopped when the Dealer pulled back. Barely an inch separated them from pushing into their desire to love one another. His eyes, who had closed for their exquisite exchanged, slowly opened to hers. There was a glint in his eyes; that he wished to continue their intimate interaction… A warm breath rolled out before he reluctantly began to pull back. "We should get out of bed…" He said with a shaken breath. The man slowly slide away from the bed, but his hands got to hers as to guide her back to her feet, just in case she needed support. But once to her feet, his hands let loose of her hands and found their ways around her waist, pulling the Sorceress closer to him. He leaned in, though did not lay a kiss, but instead whispered into her ear, words softer than a single drop of water spilling in a pool. "I hope… whatever you felt… will be a reminder of the beauty life has to offer…" He leaned back, posing but a single, harmless kiss to her lips. His smile expressed a strange serenity; the insanity that lingered deep in his heart was forgotten… Just as it was with her, just as it was expressed with Avia… That moment that his immortality had left his being, for a moment of comfort. "Shall we get on our day?" He asked, not letting go of her… His attire slowly melted off and reformed into the robes of her people, that of the healers, but white with a hint of red. This would be the new start…[/fieldbox]

 

[The Returner]

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Drowned in the bronze of his eyes for that singular moment, feeling the glint in his eye igniting a spark of want inside her and as he pulled away. She wanted to reach out, stop him from withdrawing from the moment, yet his words spoke truth, no matter how much they seemed to lack the conviction. And as he slid of the bed past her, she looked at Blitz who was still resting in her lap, her eyes distant, mind preoccupied with the image of his bare body in the array of colours. The way his skin sent sparks through her very core when his fingers feathered over her inscriptions. A shiver of remembrance pattered over his skin just as she saw his hands extended towards her. Gently moving Blitz from her lap onto the pillow, knowing she'd move him later on, onto his favourite stone on the table by the window so he could get warmed by the sun, she took his hands not so much for the support but for the physical contact. Being pulled into an embrace that seemed to signify much more than it was, her hands travelled up his arms, over the fabric, knowing what laid beneath, until her fingers brushed across his neck, having troubles keeping her breathing as in control. He woken up inside her feelings with deft swiftness she has not experienced before and it was due to this multitude of sensations that he made her feel human, real and herself. His words were a trigger for a kiss that might not have been as harmless to him as it was to her. He had aeons of self-control, whereas Satyra only a few winters in comparison. She was as mundane as they get but amongst that illusion of normality laid an eternal heart seized by an ever-growing devotion, an ever-growing ardour and his smile was returned with glee tinted by withheld wishful thinking that she knew could only put them at further risk. If one moment of shared intimacy brought them to this day and trials lined ahead, who knew how much further it would take them if they committed to it again. However, that did not mean that Satyra was not willing to take the risk. So only hesitantly she nodded her head as her fingers rubbed against that break between his locks and his skin. "Yes, we should. The sun has already risen high." Satyra seconded as her eyes dipped to see his robe change, her smile softening, a sigh of gratification pushing past her lips. His combination of red an blue made him look more like a shaman than a healer, but it was the thought that counted. His ever-present consideration of everything, of every situation and how to cause as little conflict as possible. He reflected the peace and harmony that Satyra has grown up around, grown to be so connected to. He reflected the values she stood up for and just as in her mind, even with her arms, she was subconsciously refusing to let go.​

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[Rain of the Night]

[fieldbox=Merrek, gold, solid]The needs to push further crashed into the man that, for so many years, had restrained himself from indulging in the physical pleasure of mortal beings. The laws that had kept him at bay from these situations had been shattered by the mere presence of a being that, she herself, was thought to be never possible. Since those boundaries were broken, his desires for carnal company had grown, making him hesitant to act upon his feelings. It made him feel alive, and this moment was no different. The two both shared the arduous task of separating themselves from each other, both refused to depart from their arms… Even their eyes, though temporarily broken for her to look over his outfit, had no wanted to turn to something else. The intensity this infatuation sent their threads to dispense a bit of their magic into one another, like a soft breeze caressing every inch of their skin. The man gasped silently, his entire body quaking at this emanating force that carried even through his blood… His forehead came to stick onto hers, who he knew also would feel this ecstasy. Were they so deeply connected to the core of their beings that they energies could drive them to succumb to their ever increasing desires?

It was only by the memories of the last night that he painstakingly began to pull away from her, knowing that they would produce the flames of passion that would inflate the flow of magic passed the barriers of the spell cast to prevent outsiders from feeling the overflow. Though he has distanced himself a little, his hands never left her, gently grazing over the inscriptions that held her power. A sudden flux of of their threads sent the tiny jolts of power through both their markings, arousing him further… What it doing it purposefully? Did their magic have… intention? Or was it just their hearts' desire pleading to be fulfilled? The Dealer slowly removed his trembling hands from her, severing the connection and calming down the interwoven souls they had. There was no words needs to be shared, just a look of that spoke its own words of his desire to grant his hearts' request, but also that he knew that they should not be hasty in delving into each other so deeply. These were the pleasures of being mortal, and it was something to make Merrek remember the times before his world was destroyed, were these feelings could has risen safely… That hint of nostalgia made his bite his lower lip.

Just at this moment, the Angel had stepped into the room, having felt whatever strange pulsation that had hit him. Without saying a word, he did as the Mage and the Priest; melting into the thick, bronze liquid that merged back into the Dealer. This would be a harder task than he thought, and it had been barely a night before they tugged for control over their adoration. Calming himself as best he could, he breathed out longingly and straightened himself up, having just noticed her had been leaned up against the wall. "I believe… we should take a walk…" Yes, surrounding themselves with people would come to break their momentum, and besides, he needed to converse with these people.[/fieldbox]

 

[The Returner]

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Was it truly their connection that made them feel this consuming need for one another, or was it their separate minds that craved to be touched and caressed working in harmony? It was all so new, so raw and fresh that setting a finger on the beginning and end was as impossible as remarking the start of a circle. It enveloped itself around the lovers with transparent fabric of euphoria and Satyra felt it just as much as Merrek did, making her breathing shatter against his robes, eyes closed in attempts of regaining the already lost control. But just like she thought, the man in front of her had more willpower built over the years of self-imposed celibacy that so rarely splintered. That, however, didn't change her desire for him, the apprehension of how far their intimacy could bend that around them held significance but no boundaries. She was aware of the unknown, but with his finger so gently caressing over the markings on her skin, Satyra couldn't help but gasp at the electrifying dance their magic has committed to. In that moment, sending her body into series of shivers, her heart into drumming thuds within her chest and her body screaming for more. Yet, it was not meant to be. Not now. And her fingers slipped from his neck to hold one another on top of her chest, giving her the look of a pious nun that might have been repenting for sins yet to happen. A fraction of a moment have passed as she finally dared to seek his bronze hues, seeing the reflection of her own desire in them. Were they now, however, forever doomed to only cherish that one moment that brought them together? Were they forbidden by some greater law to indulge in one another due to fear of bringing harm to their surroundings? How bright could their future be if neither of them could not see the lights of their magic merging just one more time...

The Angel walking in was the saviour of the moment. Landing the last, desperately needed wisp of reality into this moment of captivation that led Satyra to breathing out slowly, drawing onto the calm, retreated piece of her mind to help it grow, but it was almost impossible. He was near her, within her reach and touch. Wall against her back that prevented her from escaping and she didn't know she'd even want to. But the little control they gained, they needed to maintain. Did they not? "Yes, we probably should." Satyra seconded breathlessly as she came to push past Merrek with reluctance, her mind unwilling to let go of the images that were yet to stay with the realm of dreams. "There are some herbs I need to give to a few healers and shamans. Life forcers not only helping the living, we also gather for the village." Words flowing from her lips were a way for her to refocus her mind, find some other matter to think about, but as she arrived at the doorway, turning around to ask Merrek a favour, her long white braids swinging behind her back, the tremble of her chest and eyes still on fire spoke tales of the challenges that she fought within herself just so she would not break and risk everything. "Also...if you could...would you mind moving Blitz onto that stone? The sun should heat his skin through the window. It might help him recover." For the first time, amongst all sensuality, a sting of worry crossed Satyra's expression as she pointed at one of the tables and looked back at her animal friend. Blitz still hasn't awoken even though, the Priest tried to help. Something bad was happening, and the sorceress felt hints of fear starting to creep into her heart as she departed to collect the said herbs from their place in the next room and place them in her satchel.​

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[Rain of the Night]

[fieldbox=Merrek, gold, solid]There was enough will form the both of them to retire away their need to share the ever burning flame within themselves to consume their desires together… It still tugged away at their minds, insisting to allow themselves such memorable time to be relieved again. The apparent struggle within Satyra could be so easily perceived within her hues when she walked by into the other room. The temptation was there; it wanted for the Dealer to just lash onto her body and let their fire run wild once again. He closed his eyes to drown the thoughts of their last night they shared… Taking in a single deep breath, he clenched his fists and slowly released them. She had agreed that they needed to go outside, and so he would continue on the same wave length.

The Dealer followed behind Satyra as they went into the next room, noting the orbs of divine white flames were still providing the subterfuge to hide their magic. His eyes then trailed around the small room, surprised to see the amount of objects and installments for such a little place. She must have been living quite comfortably, he dooly said to himself. Once his gaze had returned to her, the fire in her eyes till visible, it made his heart thud against his chest… He could take her, fulfill their inner wish to break the boundaries once more, yet he remembered what this could possibly produce. He knew it was best to consider what would happen before they savagely took apart in another heated dance. Luckily, she exposed him to one of their cultural traditions, immediately aiding and his self-control. So it was the life forcers who took care of collecting the herbs? It was a wonder why not everyone did it, for the sake of convenience. It would be something he'd have to observe over his stay here…

Then came the name of the tiny scaled companion of Satyra, which had slipped his mind because of their struggle to restrain their desires. It connected that Blitz had yet to recover from their merging, and so, he turned to the other room as she walked in. "Yes." Was all he answered as he walked in, hand moving up. The pillow that had the resting reptilian began to float and hover over to Merrek. He brought him right up to the stone in question, carefully picking up the tiny body and placing him down onto it… It took a moment to notice, but he could see that the thread of his life was connected to that of Satyra. Why hadn't he noticed this before? His crowded mind possibly did not let him understand it or even see it. His gaze lingered over him, trying to analyze what could be happening to him. He did speak up, communicating to the Sorceress without lifting his head. "Would you prefer I stay with Blitz?" He asked, knowing that the use of magic might not be the option for this case, but at least analyze what was wrong.[/fieldbox]

 

[The Returner]

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It wasn't only life forcers that gathered herbs. Shamans and healers gathered too, but they had the more rare knowledge needed to gather particular ones. The ones that were rare or hard to find and so to take some burden from the healers and shamans, life forcers gathered the more general herbs. Not only did it help them to learn of generic mixture to ease light ailment like winter colds, it bound the community together. On top of herbs, however, life forcers also gathered fruits for food. However, feeding the village wasn't left only on life forcers. Shamans were the hunters and due to their exquisite connection to nature, they were indeed very good in what they did. Healers then took their end with water gathering. In this manner, each of the villagers had their own tasks to perform on top of their duties with accordance to their power. Despite all this left untold, Merrek would notice the division of tasks within the village if he'd join Satyra. Right now, however, his gaze seemed to be on the thread that connected Satyra and Blitz and if he looked closely enough, it seemed as if it was Satyra's own core life thread that extended into the lizards body. Could it be that the change that Satyra underwent the previous night seeped through that connection and affected the small lizard? Because if so, such a grand change would be almost impossible for the small being to handle and as such it would be disputable whether Blitz's mind was already gone or not and his body was supported only by Satyra's own life.

Over in the next room, Satyra placed the satchel over her shoulder, holding the book that she was still carefully hiding from the rest of the world, she walked back into the bedroom, putting the bound pages out of sight on a work desk of some sorts. The one where the hand drawn picture hung above. Soon, she shifted her eyes to Blitz and Merrek, frown of concern on her brow. "I am not sure, Merrek. I...I think he just needs rest." A certain tinge of nervousness crept into her words as she stepped closer, eyes beholding her dear friend that was still lifeless with deep rooted care. Something in her hues, however, seemed as if she had an inkling as to what could be wrong and what needed fixing whether that be just the lizard's extreme tiredness, or something entirely different. "I am sure he will be up when we'd return." Words of hope wavering conviction that did not help her worried state, because if Blitz wasn't up, then Satyra has failed, but before she would truly allow that to happen, she would need to do something else. Something that Merrek might be against.​

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[Rain of the Night]

[fieldbox=Merrek, gold, solid]With his deeper connection to the magic that manipulated life and death, Merrek was able to see something that he truly should have before he began playing with this creature's energy. It's diminutive sized thread would have been unnoticed by the naked eye, and yet, he was doing it without considerable effort. His eyes followed the line, right back to that which he too had been connected. So the two beings shared a connection on the spiritual level… And it immediately clicked in his head. His brows perked up in surprise, listening to the reassurances of the Sorceress. He would love to believe it would be a simple as that, but in his heart, he knew that the problem stemmed from beyond the physical body.

Still no perceiving the suspicious hues of the Sorceress, he continued looking further into it… But then withheld himself from everything. This needed to wait. Too much magic manipulated on his body would only make this worst. A hand lifted onto her shoulder and gently rubbed it. "We will see if his condition gets better when we come back." He said softly, slowly parting for the entrance which had lost its barrier since the Angel came in. "I'll have eyes here even if we are away, so he will be safe." He added, simply to aid the woman to get on with what she needed to do… And also to help him wash away the desire to take her, which still lingered in his mind with the imagery of the night before.[/fieldbox]

 

[The Returner]

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Satyra was never the one to trick others. Insincerity was something she disliked, never wanted to commit to. But could it be the continuous weeks, and months that rolled over into a cycle since she bounded onto her journey to learning how to reconnect severed threads that keeping secrets embedded itself into her nature? Yet, she knew why she held them. No one would approve of her attempts on learning that kind of art. No one but Merrek who taught her which was why she felt even more guilty with her lack of decisiveness to speak her mind but at this point Satyra's thoughts were confused to state precisely that she had an idea of what was wrong with her friend. Her hand came up onto his as it held her shoulder, finding comfort in that gesture, and peace for her mind even as he parted and the imprint of his palm lingered on her skin. With last troubled look towards Blitz, she then followed after Merrek, eyes gently skimming over the floating flames around as she assumed that it was the sort of protection he spoke about. "Thank you, Merrek. You always know what to do." Satyra said as she neared him. Unable to resist the urge she leaned up, placing a gentle, grateful kiss on his cheek that, however, reverberated inside her like a quake of desire. Too soon. They barely pulled away from each other, barely convinced themselves to leave the confines of this hut that was in its privacy as intoxication as their need for each other. An innocent smile, that showed all the guilt of ardour, settled in her features as she willed herself away and out of the main door.

The moment, she stepped her feet outside, the light breeze brushed across her skin and warm sun rays laid heir feathery touches all over Satyra. Just the day and its brilliance protruded into her mind, clarifying at least some of her pressing thoughts. Her eyes caught sight of a child playing around by one of the huts. She offered the boy a kind smile that she always gave him. After all, she knew every young one in the village as the clan itself was not truly blessed with children that often. The young boy reciprocated with a joyful grin, cheeks smudged with dirt, expression soon becoming an awe stricken gaze as Merrek emerged from Satyra's dwelling. "Little Toman. He is the son of a healer and life forcerer, just like me. A very curious little boy. Always running off to explore. It's only a matter of time till he comes over and shower you with questions." Satyra informed Merrek, with a new sense of bubbling adoration. She loved any form of life. It was her nature as a human and as a life forcer. But more than that, she loved the innocent inquisitiveness that constituted some of the brightest children she has ever known.

It seemed that the atmosphere in the village has changed since morning. At that time, the people of the Arcane Crown Kin were only shocked at the appearance of a being that have not seen or heard of before. Those who were conflict ready were young ones with fires in their belly and little wisdom in their heads but even those were already talked down by either their parents or the elders. This clan was never to pose any animosity on their guests, no matter how rare and unheard of they might have. Hence, as the morning progressed, they all have shaken off majority of the shock and surprise, now more intrigued than scared since the winged creature has disappeared from the door of Satyra's hut not so long ago. Everyone in the village was desensitised to outsiders due to a constant influx of non clan members that were seeking help. Hence, acceptance and welcoming was ingrained in one's mind from youth which was the reason why Toman hasn't ran away. Not only was his mind too young to connect the winged creature, that now in his playful mind was some heroic beast, with the man in robes so similar in colour to the shamans.. As Satyra stared walking towards the centre of the village, Toman truly did start following around. By now, everyone has returned to their daily routines, looking from their task to regard one of their own with a warm, relieved smile and the stranger with a kind nod of head.

Too many varied sensations could be gathered in the short walk that it took them to reach a hut, ranging from curiosity to watchfulness, but not once did any member look at Merrek disapprovingly. The only stronger emotion in the array was nervousness which appeared only once. At last, however, they arrived to a woman who was a long known friend of Satyra's family. A woman of mature age who stood outside of her dwelling, spreading amber flowers on the grass when she noticed Satyra approaching. With a smile of relief, she left her herbs and hurried to the girl's side, embracing her as if the sorceress was her own daughter. "Oh, Satyra! I was so worried! Are you alright? Etos wouldn't say much when he left. And the winged creature! What a sight! Have you been hurt?" Worry that would only belong to either a mother or a dear friend poured from the woman's lips as she distanced herself only enough to look into Satyra's hues with concern still firmly placed in her features. "Don't worry yourself, Pasia. I am fine. Everything is fine, I promise. I have not been hurt, Satyra replied, with soft laughter bubbling in her chest. Nevertheless, Pasia looked Satyra over with a trained eye of a healer. Of course, that eye could only see the ailments of the physical body and with no scratch on her skin, Satyra passed the test and the healer clearly breathed a sigh of relief, before her eyes set on the Merrek, eyebrow rushing high on her forehead. He had markings like the people of the land and wore robes similar to their clan. But she has not seen him before. Could he be associated with the winged creature? And those eyes...those bronze, strange eyes... All those thoughts that flew through Pasia's mind in a fraction of a moment culminated in one curious question as Satyra searched her satchel for the right bundle of herbs. "Who might you be, stranger? I don't recall seeing you before. To Pasia, Merrek seemed almost the same as any other human, but she was bright and given Satyra's previous guest, the woman could put one and one together. But it was not her place to judge. She could only ask to discover and learn. Judgement based on nothing only led to misunderstandings that Pasia rarely committed to.​

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[Rain of the Night]

[fieldbox=Merrek, gold, solid]The little comment about his actions were sourly received from the Dealer, though he would not show it. As much as he was prepared for most situations that did not involve violence, being told he knew a lot or everything or could do anything came to pinch his heart. It made him feel so unnatural and broken, as if there was nothing ever wrong in his eternal life. It was so harsh to be reminded of his kind without wanting to… Especially in these moments meant to be humane in nature. Though, it was soon forgotten as the cure to his emotional illness was a simple cure of a kiss on his cheek, which drained out the thought of his immortality. Instead, it made him grin charmingly for the young Sorceress as they walked out.

"I try my best." He answered back to her and turned to gaze at the sunny village here. This should have been just another area to visit, or a place he had seen from a distance many times, but with how the sun shined upon the horizon and envelope its light to the people and the natural landscape, he couldn't help but remain amazed at how untouched by humans evolution this environment was. Too often would he see overwhelming cities with slums that carried the hearts of mortals to do unimaginable things, or delay the unavoidable rebellion of those who felt betrayed by the authorities or even the gods who had cursed them to their lives. Here, there felt like there was no such thing, leaving the people to function happily in their little community. You could see his gaze just wander over the horizon, as if experiencing something new and exciting.

His sporadic attention span got back on rails when she spoke, looking over to the child in question. The boy, in the description she had given, did remind him of something he had long forgotten with his many years. His head slightly cocked to the side, remembering the days where he was still exploring his own world and the magic that surrounded it; it was a time that every discovery made by himself and even… Lissandra had been fulfilling. Yet, there was something else in the way he saw this child, an innocent that he had never been able to experience… How was it to be a child? His creation hadn't given him the chance to live such an experience, and someone, he felt like it is so unnatural to skip this part of a mortal life. Was he envious? Possibly, but he couldn't say he didn't have a bad time in the first years of his creation. "Exploring and questioning is the basis of discovery…" He said softly, a certain distance in his voice, like speaking to someone who was not there. "… It's a good trait." He added, turning his gaze to hers before they resumed their walk through town.

They eyes of the villagers held no hostility or hatred as to the being he was, though might have the fact that he was as human looking as all of them, but simply wore robes of strange colors to them. He even received nods from them, which would be answered back with a slight bow of the head… It was surprising that they held tolerance to strangers. It was evident enough that he was regard as someone from the outside, but even then, they held nothing to him. It was a pleasant feeling; to not have to try and completely hide away or act his way out of things. What other surprises were left for him?

He was led to one of the dwellings of this village, where a woman was at work at the soil. The Dealer came to stop a little before the young sorceress to let the two shared in their moment. Just the way they embraced one another informed Merrek that this was a close being to Satyra, more so than the elder. He could not tell if they were related, but it did appease him to hear that the winged beast wasn't a horrible creature as some might have thought of it. He might be wrong, but he felt like there are a few that would have regarded the Angel as such. He watched this interaction with joy to see Satyra in such a mood; in was a relief she was able to overlook their morning for this. He stood comfortably away until he was addressed and looked over, remaining cool and friendly… This wasn't in his typical nature, but in these environments, the personality he is supposed to uphold was unnecessary. To her request, he bowed his head before speaking. "I am Merrek Wildsire, Miss. I am simply a traveling mage. It's a pleasure to meet you." This wasn't any kind of lie. It was the simplest truth of what he was; a mage who traveled worlds. It could expand into more complex concepts, but this would suffice. "I have never stepped into this village before last night, but I have seen it many times before." The explanations behind that would remain a mystery for now, Merrek quickly following up with his sentence. "I have to say, you have beautiful village, filled with lively beings." He offered a warm smile. "I've been meaning to come around, but the time was never right." He chuckled lightly.[/fieldbox]

 

[The Returner]

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A curious glint glazed over Pasia's eyes as Merrek mentioned to be a travelling mage. There was a clan on Promia, the Rising Mage Tribe, which hundreds of years was brought together by all of those that still wandered the land after the fabled war and three core clans were established. It is said that to this day their nomadic nature still keeps hold of their heart, surrounding themselves with mystery. Having to meet one of their own is as rare as to stumble upon their settlements. However, to Satyra, their exchange was more than forms of mental association. Just with the simple 'who are you' question, allowed Satyra to find out something more about the man she took to trust and adore and that sent her heart into a faster beat. Merrek Wildsire... Unlike with his first name, his surname did not bring forth any particular memorable image apart from sizzling coals in rain that disappeared as soon as his surname floated away behind the strings of his next words. What was even more glorious to see was the sight of Merrek charming the sleeves of Pasia. She was never married, child-less. As such her heart was always tender to men, especially those whose behaviour shone like clear water and soothed like the best mix of midnight herbs. She was one of those unfortunate souls that did not find a partner in time to have a family, forever bound to stay alone without a legacy.

"A travelling mage... Say, could you be from the Rising Mage Tribe? Your people are most reclusive. It is a miracle when we get to see one." And as such, a blanket of safety in adopting a membership with a mysterious clan has been presented to Merrek on a words of desire to know, to be assured that it is the case. The look of wonder has not disappeared from Pasia's eyes even as Satyra passed her the ordinary herbs. In fact, the woman looked around the village proudly, nodding her head in agreement to what Merrek has said. "Yes, it is. We might be a small tribe with little to offer, but we care for our village. After all, it is the only place we've got." Without even realizing, Pasia's reference to a home might have been prodded unfortunate memories in Merrek's mind and that implication even eluded Satyra who felt a small hand tug on hers. Toman has finally worked up the courage to approach his grown up friend and the stranger. This one looked normal to him just like the man Satyra brought all that long time ago, but this one was different. He looked like magical person. He looked like one of their own with inscriptions and robes that looked familiar. So as not to disturb the conversation between Pasia and Merrek, Satyra knelt down next to the boy, not wanting to shy him away, and listened to his whispering voice. Her smile widened and and short laughter, quiet enough to not disturb the two, pushed past her lips.​

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[Rain of the Night]

[fieldbox=Merrek, gold, solid]Whoever these clansmen she spoke of were, he could only come to shake his head to answer here. "I do not come from a clan. I have been wandering by myself for many, many years." He kept a warm smile, knowing it may be odd to her that he belonged to none of the clans she could possibly know. Although this aspect was an expert at lying his way through things or even twisting the truth cruelly, he had no reason to lie to them. These were Satyra's people, and so, deserved every bit of respect he could give. The subject continued as he looked around as she did… And as soon as she finished, something stung at his heart. It was a simple reminder of his past and what he was now. He seemed to lose his gaze to the ground a moment, but then looked back up to Pasia with his still warm smile. "It is something to cherish. As a small as it may be… It is truly something to be proud of." He said with a nod. This was a subject he didn't wish to linger on, since the sad memories of what he had returned to that day would resurface. It wasn't time to reflect on it. "Your tribe offers healers, offers aid to outsiders… Generosity is a great thing that many think is small, but what it sends is greater than the eye can see."

His vision finally caught notice of the boy who had been following them. Seems like he had missed that tad bit, hearing quiet laughs shared between the two. He could say something, say hi, but it felt like interrupting something he shouldn't be. So instead, he looked at the boy and waved at him, returning his gaze to Pasia… Something about what he saw between the two also reminded him of the time he spent with young apprentices, fresh mages willing to learn about the threads. Pleasant memories, this time not so much hurting, but soothing. "I could get used to a place like this, nothing but charm and beauty I've encountered." He added. Yes, the Elder had been hard of them, be he had concerns that were justified. IT would need Merrek to explain a few things that might spare them from a headache.[/fieldbox]

 

[The Returner]

[fieldbox="Satyra, #38ACEC, solid"]

Just a wandered? Sure, there were stray clan's members who ventured through the land to gain knowledge and such and occasionally stopped in the villages they found to seek shelter.. Hence, Pasia didn't entirely refused her theory that he might be from the aforementioned clan since nothing spoke against it, not even Merrek's open rebuttal. The continuous praise brought pride to Pasia's heart and it reflected on the way she shifted in her stance - head a little higher, shoulders a little broader. The woman was one of those that held honour in being who she was and the role she played in the village. Merrek was just able to struck the very right cores with her at which point Toman whispered some more to his grown up friend which made Satyra giggle again.

"Oh, what are you two whispering down there? Hm?" Pasia said to Satyra and the boy, placing her hands on her hips and bending forward, joining into the play for a moment. The sorceress herself just shook her head, but the boy was faster in speech with little sense of boundaries, pointing his finger at Pasia and Merrek in turn as he rumbustiously exclaimed: "You like him!" It was a cheerful remark from an innocent child whose eyes were sparkling as if he just discovered a new flower growing in his father's garden. At the sight, Satyra couldn't help but break into a cheery laughter along with Pasia who in a moment came to tap the boy's nose, shaking her head. Well, aren't you a right little nosey boy. Still shaking her head, the tinge in Pasia's eyes was apologetic as she looked at the man with whom she has led conversation till now.

"Please, pardon Toman. He likes to run around and say arbitrary things. But do get used to our little village. As long as your intentions are good, no one will speak ill or do any ill to you. We are kind people. Welcoming. And since you are with Satyra, a soft look crossed Pasia's eyes as she looked at the sorceress who was trying to calm the boy, before returning to Merrek's bronze hues, I know that I can trust you. But I won't hold you any longer. I am sure there is much more for you to see, Merrek, and many more herb bundles for Satyra to deliver. With the last words of thanks to the sorceress, the two were dismissed to follow wherever they wanted to go, which wasn't far. Only few moments after they departed from the healer's hut, Toman circled back around coming to tug on Merrek's robes. The boy's inquisitive look on the material as well as the man himself. Any restraint and shyness from earlier dissipating on the curious waves of child's mind that has been intrigued by this stranger.​

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[Rain of the Night]

[fieldbox=Merrek, gold, solid]The changes Pasia had in her chance didn't go unnoticed, hoping that what he said was well taken. Given the way she expressed herself, he may have struck a chord with the middle-aged woman. Whoever she was here, it seemed that this place was her pride and her entire life to stand proudly on hearing the compliments given about the village. His gaze followed Pasia as she looked at the two conversing in secret, wondering what they could possibly be speaking about. The middle-aged woman asked out the question he had in mind… And the answer that was given was surprising. Satyra's shake wasn't enough to hint him to the little boy's words. He looked at the small man strangely, wondering how he ended with this conclusion. He wasn't good a noticing such things, and it was a curious thought to like someone so quickly. First impressions? The Dealer knew of darker desires of lust, need and such, but 'liking' wasn't exactly something he knew. That would be something the Swordsman, the Mage or maybe even Karim understood a lot better.

He remained silent in that exclamation, though his smile had grown to show that he was also slightly amused by what was said. Everyone seemed to have enjoyed that little burst, which was what mattered. The woman apologized and explained about his actions, to which he lifted his hand and shook his head. "Youth be youth." He said simply, knowing I was something other people said for young ones acting erratically… Though he never truly experienced what being 'young' was. It was a mysterious thing he wouldn't understand even if he desired so. The flow went back to being a part of this village, his heart warming up to such hospitality… People that came from the concrete jungles were never as appreciative as this. Merrek bowed his head towards Pasia. "Thank you for trusting me, Miss Pasia. Your people's hospitality has been pleasant and fair, and you certainly came to prove what I've experienced so far." He lifted his head back up. "It was a pleasure to meet you, and I hope we will be able to converse again."

With that, the two left the hut, Merrek certainly pleased to know Satyra had such a friend or family member in her midst. He could see how cooperative these people were with each other and the others, which was completely different from the large corporation CEOs. He wondered where they were to next, about to ask the young sorceress, but was distracted by a tug to his robes. He looked down in the direction of the pull, seeing that the young Toman who had followed them. He leaned down to be at his level. "Yes, young Toman?" He asked, as if he knew he was going to be asked many, many questions.[/fieldbox]

 

[The Returner]

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They needed to go to another healer and a shaman. Only three bundles of herbs have dried, the other ones still needed some more time hanging in her front room. After they left Pasia, Satyra wanted to tell Merrek a bit more about the village and its people, indulge him in the harmony and peace that this settlement brought to her, but Toman, yet again, stole the attention and the two grown ups halted in their stride. Merrek coming down to the boy's level whilst Satyra stayed standing, a soft smile on her lips as she watched on.

The boy himself looked at Merrek with eyes widening as he saw the shade of the man's hues and as it is a child's nature, his face drew closer as if hypnotized by the bronze before the curiosity got stirred to the inscriptions on Merrek's forehead and down below his eyes, knowing that one day he too would bear those markings and unable to resist the urge to touch like he has done so many times with all the members of the village. Toman took no hesitation in reaching up then and touching the blue. "You're not from here, but you wear clothes like Deva does. You said you're a mage. What is a mage? Do your lines light up like everybody elses? Can you do tricks? I always wanted to know some." The boy had a reservoir of curiosity to be vocalized into words, his eyes coming from the man in front of him, hand still lightly poking at Merrek's cheek, as the boy looked at Satyra. "Is he like the man you brought that last time? The fire...thing? Does he burn the ground? Mommy said you were lucky to not have your hut in ashes." Toman's wide open eyes returned to Merrek, serious note in his hues that only a child could posses, trying to imitate adults, as the boy was about to convey something very important in a voice that was heavy and many emphasizing nods. "Untamed fire spirits are very dangerous." At that point, Satyra allowed herself another amused laugher, worries of earlier receding into the background. "Now, Toman, don't you think you're asking Merrek one too many questions at once and trying to scare him?" The sorceress asked the boy warmly as she leaned down only a little to ruffle Toman's hair.​

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[Rain of the Night]

[fieldbox=Merrek, gold, solid]The boy was truly of a curious nature and not afraid to face that every answer he would reserve for every single one of those questions. Such simplicity and courage was a foundation to a great being that would reach for the stars and touch them. He kept his smile up as the first wave of question spewed out of the young boy. These were certainly questions he could answer for the courageous seeker of thrills. "A mage is simply someone who is able to manipulate magic. As for my markings, I have yet to see them light up upon my skin." He admitted, having not truly seen them come to life, though he had seen the threads change when receiving help from the Priest. His hands lifted and with a quick flick of his wrist, a card had manifested between his thumb and his index. "I know many, many tricks, Toman." The Dealer pulled up his sleeves and then twisted his hand in a circle. When his palm came to face the sky, there was now a whole pile of neatly stacked card… The one he initially manifested was tossed passed him and disappeared in the air…

The questions continued as he toyed with the colors and shapes of the cards, hearing him talk about the being of fire… And a sudden thud came to his heart, remembering what was happening before he had shared his body with that of Satyra. Though it slightly soured his mood, remembering the things he had seen, he could not let it take away his peace that he had found for now. "I am not like the Bird of Fire, young one, though I know who you speak of. There is nothing to be worried about him…" The boy mentioned that untamed fire spirits were dangerous, and in reality, he was pin point on the mark. "You are right, untamed spirits are very dangerous, but the man you saw is tamed." For now… The Dealer flipped a few cards that changed colors… And right passed the boys shoulder flew the card he had thrown just a moment ago. It landed square in the deck, to which after turning his palm down, completely disappeared. A sly wink went the young boy as he then ruffled his hair, card falling out of them.[/fieldbox]