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Post by Zookcan on Aug 22, 2019 23:03:03 GMT -6
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Post by Zookcan on Aug 22, 2019 23:42:16 GMT -6
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ENIAH
your scars will be remade in gold.
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His brain is filled with murk now. Racing thoughts plagued by the new information were numbed by Salome's incessant instruction, which for Eniah, had only allowed him to slip back into old habits. Quietly and quickly he had worked, dusting off books and cleaning spaces with such unmatched diligence, that it might have been scary to the others how focused he was. But between his work, Eniah had managed to slip a few tomes and books that might have been of interest whatever he could manage to fit in his saddlebags without damaging them.
Eventually they were excused, leaving Salome to his new 'study.' Frankly Eniah still didn't agree with the idea of leaving Alhaj open; to him it was a grave-marker: regardless how true or fake its downfall might have been, there were still whole bodies littered within its ruins. He had the mind to remark that, but the boy refrained. Perhaps he had seen a bit of his old masters in that old librarian, and, in spite of some of their kindness, his old masters were still quite blind to the obvious. Mulling over the news, Eniah followed the others out of the city grinding his teeth, as though a copper bit was still wedged between them.
They were quickly reaching the tunnel's end, and the natural, bright rays of Ignacio's sun outside was glaring. Eniah squinted, and eventually forced his eyes shut, struggling to readjust. Very quickly, the cool sanctum of the ruins was left behind, and Eniah felt the desert heat on his back. He stood out in broad daylight, keeping oddly still, as though he were still trying to sort out his thoughts.
From his withers, Sol coos softly. ' ...Let's go home, okay?' | |
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Post by leaftail on Aug 23, 2019 15:49:19 GMT -6
Taeith | Folk
There had been little to no time to talk or go over the information they had just discovered before Salome appeared. They had come in and taken over, going about the place as if they owned it. Taeith thought it was almost disrespectful of the Mullah and had let out a gasp as they pulled the relic from it’s resting spot. She had felt her heart drop as a rumble started, bracing herself to use her gift to keep the group safe from falling rocks though none had come. There was just the sound of sand shifting and then the sunset leaked in from the roof above. As she had looked up, she thought she had seen something but brushed it off. The reveal had drained everything from her, though Salome had no issue with starting to task the group with various duties and she found herself going right along with the jobs she was given. It seemed like forever before they were able to slip away. Taeith almost welcomed the desert’s heat and bright sun, their tents where they had left them days ago. She was hungry, tired, and just wanted to go home. Blinking the brightness from her sight, she sighed and went to disassemble her tent. The sooner she could pack up, the sooner she could get home. Taeith found that even the busy work of taking her tent down was not enough to quiet the questions that hounded her mind. She tugged a tent pole harder than she meant to, causing the tent to collapse onto the sand in a messy pile and she sat back on her rump, throwing her head back, letting out a defeated groan. “ I can’t be the only one who is still confused! And who does that horse think they are? Just barging in and forcing us to just go along with them. We did all the hard work, didn’t we? They’re lucky nothing bad happened when they removed the staff! And what is going to happen when we tell everyone of what we just learned? Are…we going to tell Jibriel and the others?” Her defeated gaze looked over the others who had joined her in the discovery of Alhaj, hoping that one of them had an answer or an idea.
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Post by hydrus101 on Aug 23, 2019 20:50:33 GMT -6
 S H E P H E R D• Vagabond | Harbinger •
”The phoenix must burn before it can be born again.”
Shepherd watched the others as they milled and paced about the campsite, riled up by the revelations uncovered in the city. It wasn’t quite as earth shattering for the harbinger as it had been for the others, judging by their exclamations. It wasn’t that they didn’t care, no no, they cared about this more than they could even fathom, it just..hadn’t quite sunken in just yet.
“It is a lot to process...” Shepherd said cautiously, knowing that tensions were already running high and not wanting to aggravate them. “We don’t completely understand the repercussions of this just yet, it would be wise to wait and see what else is uncovered in the library before doing anything we might regret. We will have to tell the Sultan. I don’t think hiding this-” she gestured at the rock face, “ from the herd is a good idea, but I think the final call should fall to him.”
“And Taeith...” Shepherd paused, drifting closer to the horse now sitting in the sand. “Salome...Salome’s just eccentric. They know what they’re doing, it’s just...”
The harbinger made a complicated gesture with their crook and lifted their wings in an oddly formed shrug as if looking for an explanation that was just out of grasp.
“They’re not good with people, exactly.” She managed, tilting her head to the side and pulling a light hearted grimace. “I worked with them for a time and they’re better with books than anything else.”
As a show of good faith, Shepherd offered her crook out to Taeith, hoping the horse would let him help her up and smiled. “Whatever happens now, it’s all going to be okay in the end, I promise.”
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Post by buffyandbramble on Aug 24, 2019 7:47:13 GMT -6
With Salome's appearance and dishing out of tasks, Acorro had volunteered for anything that required heavy lifting, and nothing that involved handling or even being near the books. He was not going to be held responsible if something happened to those books - he knew how mullahs could get about their scribbled on bits of paper, and frankly he didn't want to try his luck. Angry mullahs were usually scary mullahs, he knew this from experience. The physical work was also a nice distraction - as much as he stood behind what he had said earlier and was confident that their herd today could not be held responsible for the transgressions of those centuries ago, it still hasn't nice knowledge to have. His usual trick of just not thinking about things wasn't working, and even he could pick up on the fact that the others were distressed by it.
He was relieved to be back outside, all things said and done. As they reemerged he lifted his face to the sky, enjoying the gentle feel of the breeze and the warmth of the sun on his back. Cooped up inside was just not his idea of fun. He dropped into a stretch, feeling the pleasant pull on his muscles before shaking himself down. It was easier to relax a little out in the open and away from the strange ruins, with its strange books and strange history, and strange mullah now holed up in the library. He flicked an ear towards Taeith and Shepherd.
"Salome's also a mullah, and mullahs are crazy," he chipped in blithely, dropping his head to scratch his cheek on the inside of his knee and forgetting about the fading paint that was there and now smudged up the side of his face and his leg. Oops. "No offence, Shepherd," he added as he lifted his head again, recalling that the pegasus was a mullah too. Call it eccentric if you wanted, but mullahs were always odd in one way or another, it was practically part of the job description.
Lailah came and sat between his forelegs, one of her favourite places he'd noticed. She raised her nose to his before looking pointedly in Eniah's direction, turning her horse's attention towards the golden colt and waiting for him to catch on, because he likely wouldn't pick up on anything himself. She had started to settle into the role of 'emotional radar' for her oblivious companion. It took Acorro a few moments to realise that something was off.
"Hey kid?" he called over. "You okay? We don't have to travel today if you're not feeling up to it."
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Post by taebun on Aug 24, 2019 17:48:36 GMT -6
Tumble | 16 | Windracer
The warmth of the high set sun was a welcomed comfort compared to the sand covered city they had discovered in the two days previous. The sixteen year old had been mostly silent as their group left the city of Alhaj and traveled back through the cave that had brought them to it. Bek, his roadrunner companion, wasn’t the least bit reluctant or shy in showing his relief as he rolled in a shallow patch of dust and sand. But even that wasn’t enough to bring a smile to the young windracer’s face.
Tumble raised his head to squint up at the sun, embracing the heat as his golden lance dragged along the sand, held loosely with his teke. A sense of relief washed over him now that they were outside, but nothing could erase the knowledge that they had learned in the forgotten city. Ancient Serorans were the cause of Aodh’s slave trading. Their people were the monsters who created such a cruel thing. Tumble felt sick to his stomach as the troubling thoughts arose again, but Acorro’s words still stuck to him. They weren’t Serorans. Well, maybe they were, but they aren’t Seroran now.
He wanted to go home. With a tired expression he came to a slow stop, head turning to look at the rest of their company. It was clear to see on everyone’s faces that the news wasn’t something that was going to be easy to process. Tumble still couldn’t bring himself to believe it. He didn’t like the bitter thoughts that were beginning to grow in the place of his confusion - the feeling of anger. They needed to relay this new information to the Sultan, but how was this going to change Serora? He liked his home just the way it was. Why did everything have to change?
Quietly he sought the shade of a nearby tent, setting his weapon down by his side as he folded his legs underneath him and closed his eyes, nothing but a heavy sigh leaving his lips. His bird companion watched him closely, tilting his head to the side curiously but decided it best not to bother him too much and settled on hunting for insects nearby instead.
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Post by Zookcan on Aug 29, 2019 23:47:32 GMT -6
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ENIAH
your scars will be remade in gold.
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Behind him the others debated over what to do. Their words fell on deaf ears, for he is too lost in the fog of his own mind to truly consider them. Even Sol, who was attempting ( and failing, ) to comfort his friend, would not see his words be reached just yet. It would not be until someone in the group fully acknowledged him that Eniah was finally from his sea of thoughts. Those crystal blue eyes, still heavy with confusion, blinked a few times, almost as if he was coming to his consciousness. "I..." His gaze flickered towards Acorro for a moment, and then back to sand, as if he was struggling with what to say. Struggling to speak. The strange tome he carried proposed very disturbing lore indeed, and regardless of how apocryphal its writings may or may not be, they had no doubt caused ill memories of his past to resurface.
He hated to think that his mother and his companions still trapped in New Valore were damned to their lifetime of unjust servitude because of a mistake the Serorans made. Thinking that sentence again over his head, Eniah briefly realized, wasn't that what his masters and the royals of the Palace had written off their recent war as? A mistake made by the Serorans?
The greedy and the pompous should remain the bad guy.
"Yeah, I...I just need some time to think." Eniah finally states, his words soft and fraught with uncertainty. His calm, thoughtful facade covered up his distress; the hints of anxiety that one could rightly guess would lead up to him spending the rest of his stay here searching his findings cover to cover, hungry for answers and starving to be proved right.
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Post by leaftail on Aug 30, 2019 6:45:13 GMT -6
Taeith | Folk
Tae kept her eyes to the sand as Shepherd spoke, trying to reassure everyone that it would be some time before they could really digest all of the information that would soon flow out of Alhaj. It was also suggested that the Sultan should know, as should the rest of the herd, something they probably wouldn’t have been able to hide if the crazy Mullah Salome had anything to do with spreading the information out. Taeith glanced up to Shepherd as the pegasus tried to explain Salome’s actions causing the mare to roll her eyes. In time, Taeith would surely get over the incident but right now she was still dealing with processing everything that had just happened in the past few days. As the mare accepted Shepherd’s offer, her purple teke taking a hold of the crook and pulling herself back to her feet, Tae turned her head to Acorro who had just spoken. His words got a tiny laugh out of her, and she watched as the leader of their band went to check on Eniah, who...seemed to not be doing so well either. Taeith felt a lump form in her throat remembering that they had some of the younger generation with them. How did this information affect them? Unlike her, they were quiet and were keeping their thoughts to themselves, and she felt a little ashamed for being so vocal. She let her temper get to her again. Sighing, Taeith noticed Tumble off by himself in the shade. Maybe she should be like Acorro and check on the younger equines? Firstly, though… “ T-thank you Shepherd. I apologize for...my outburst. I should know better than to judge another just from a first meeting. I just hope more positivity comes out of that library,” She gave the mullah a small smile and nod before she made her way over to Tumble. “ Hey there, Tumble. Y-you…doing okay? You need anything? Water? Food? A hug?”
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