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As it so often was with child's mind its attention spans over various things and never stayed on one for too long. Toman heard the mage description and the remark on the inscriptions, but his mind only possessed the awareness of it for so long before the cards appeared. A gasp of fascination left the boys lips and Satyra has never seen the boy's eyes being wider with wonder. Not even when he first heard the story about Seedlings. Toman nodded as Merrek remarked about the Bird of Fire and nodded some more about the man who came to the village before being tamed, but it was clear that his mind was capable of only seeing one thing - the trick. Clearly, his whole world was now the colourful cards and when the Dealer made them disappear another gasp of shock pushed past Toman's lip before it was followed with a gleeful squeal when the card passed in front of his eyes as it fell down. That magic trick that Merrek committed to has caught the attention of a few people around, looking on with the same kind of intrigue but calmed by their age. Some even breaking into a wide smile at the end as Toman held the card high above his head, running back to his home hut, hollering on top of his lungs that he has got a magic card. Satyra's hand came down on Merrek's back and rested there. Joyful smile on her lips, heart fluttering in her chest at seeing the youth so free, glimmer of personal memory shivering in her eyes. "Continue like this, Merrek, and by the sun set the whole village will take you as their own." The sorceress warned him in jest with undertone of amusement.Joyful sparks in her eyes turned to his bronze for a moment as Toman disappeared from her view. Merrek seemed to mix with her people much easier than Faireheart. There was no fear from them that he might unintentionally wreak havoc in their settlement. Whilst they still accepted the God, they always kept their distance. With Merrek, they accepted him just as easily as Satyra has.
"Well, I think we better get these last few bundles delivered." Satyra remarked after a moment as if waking from a short day dream, remembering her own duties. Something about Merrek, now that they were not in the mentoring setting, has resonated well with the sorceress. Now that she did not see him as her mentor, her heart seemed to beat just a little faster any moment he has done something small but admirable, or even when she saw the shades of bronze in his eyes knowing what laid beneath. She saw him in a different light, almost like the pulsating colours of adoration that they both came to know. Those lights and their brilliance seemed to shine ahead at future where hardship would be conquered and sadness quelled with a simple touch, smile or word.
Their next stop was with a shaman. A younger man of tanned skin speaking of days spent outside and scars as testimonies to the crude nature of his role. He was less eloquent than Pasia, clearly a being of silence. Also alone for now, but there were talks about union with another shaman girl. Talks, however, stayed talks until the two have decided themselves to be tied together. The man accepted the herbs with a few words of thanks, informed Satyra that he would give her a fresh cut of meat from his recent hunt later on that day. The shaman's regard for Merrek was indifferent. They might have shared an acknowleding nod, but aside from such, he showed no further interest in the outsider, instead taking the herbs back into his dwelling. Satyra did remark to Merrek as they walked away that the man has always been like that even as a child. Quiet contemplation seemed to be his strength, just like it was Deva's. The last delivery was to a healer. Another male. By then the reason for very few children in her tribe might have been obvious. Aside from limited resources to support large families, there were more men the women in the clan. This healer, however, had a child and a partner. Yet, his daughter was nowhere to be seen. Apparently, her as well as couple other younglings have ran over to Toman on a whisper of a magic card. Satyra could only regard that with a knowing smile before bidding even that man a good bye.
By then, sun has risen almost to the highest place on the azure arch. Elders were nowhere to be seen and no one has spoken of them but Satyra did not doubt that they'd ask to speak with her and Merrek alike at some point today. Before then, however, she could dare to disappear, couldn't she? Strength has slowly returned to her body and she could feel her magic awakening even if the sense of imbalance was still present. Hence, her golden-blue hues settled on Merrek with a hint of an awaken idea, a realization that dawned on her. "I remember you coming once before, Merrek. You didn't stay long, you didn't even come to the village but I remember wanting to show you something." Satyra wondered if he remembered too, eyes seeking within his at any trace of remembrance, but whether she'd see it there or not, she would take his hand with scruples, nonetheless, and lead the way out of the village and towards the forest where by the tree line a great white beast still rested on the ground. "I'll show you today. Make up for a lost opportunity in the past." Satyra said determindedly but with a free spirit that might have rubbed on her from Toman as thrill ran through her body. Knowing how attuned Merrek was to magic, Satyra was certain he would find this place delightful and she wanted to see that small smile of his widen, those eternal eyes having a hint of awe. She wanted to make him feel things that he could recall in his bad times. She wanted him to remember her and her homeland once she would no longer be around.
"Well, I think we better get these last few bundles delivered." Satyra remarked after a moment as if waking from a short day dream, remembering her own duties. Something about Merrek, now that they were not in the mentoring setting, has resonated well with the sorceress. Now that she did not see him as her mentor, her heart seemed to beat just a little faster any moment he has done something small but admirable, or even when she saw the shades of bronze in his eyes knowing what laid beneath. She saw him in a different light, almost like the pulsating colours of adoration that they both came to know. Those lights and their brilliance seemed to shine ahead at future where hardship would be conquered and sadness quelled with a simple touch, smile or word.
Their next stop was with a shaman. A younger man of tanned skin speaking of days spent outside and scars as testimonies to the crude nature of his role. He was less eloquent than Pasia, clearly a being of silence. Also alone for now, but there were talks about union with another shaman girl. Talks, however, stayed talks until the two have decided themselves to be tied together. The man accepted the herbs with a few words of thanks, informed Satyra that he would give her a fresh cut of meat from his recent hunt later on that day. The shaman's regard for Merrek was indifferent. They might have shared an acknowleding nod, but aside from such, he showed no further interest in the outsider, instead taking the herbs back into his dwelling. Satyra did remark to Merrek as they walked away that the man has always been like that even as a child. Quiet contemplation seemed to be his strength, just like it was Deva's. The last delivery was to a healer. Another male. By then the reason for very few children in her tribe might have been obvious. Aside from limited resources to support large families, there were more men the women in the clan. This healer, however, had a child and a partner. Yet, his daughter was nowhere to be seen. Apparently, her as well as couple other younglings have ran over to Toman on a whisper of a magic card. Satyra could only regard that with a knowing smile before bidding even that man a good bye.
By then, sun has risen almost to the highest place on the azure arch. Elders were nowhere to be seen and no one has spoken of them but Satyra did not doubt that they'd ask to speak with her and Merrek alike at some point today. Before then, however, she could dare to disappear, couldn't she? Strength has slowly returned to her body and she could feel her magic awakening even if the sense of imbalance was still present. Hence, her golden-blue hues settled on Merrek with a hint of an awaken idea, a realization that dawned on her. "I remember you coming once before, Merrek. You didn't stay long, you didn't even come to the village but I remember wanting to show you something." Satyra wondered if he remembered too, eyes seeking within his at any trace of remembrance, but whether she'd see it there or not, she would take his hand with scruples, nonetheless, and lead the way out of the village and towards the forest where by the tree line a great white beast still rested on the ground. "I'll show you today. Make up for a lost opportunity in the past." Satyra said determindedly but with a free spirit that might have rubbed on her from Toman as thrill ran through her body. Knowing how attuned Merrek was to magic, Satyra was certain he would find this place delightful and she wanted to see that small smile of his widen, those eternal eyes having a hint of awe. She wanted to make him feel things that he could recall in his bad times. She wanted him to remember her and her homeland once she would no longer be around.