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Post by Deleted on Feb 25, 2018 17:07:40 GMT -6
A Shared Plight Embryss & Sesil
Embryss and Sesil discuss the coming war, and share their worries. At the banks of the Niurros River
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Post by Deleted on Feb 25, 2018 17:10:08 GMT -6
Sesil - Serora - Savior
Here, the Niurros River runs and cuts through the canyons with fervor, a snake coiling its way through the landscape. Its colour a bright turquoise this way inland of Sedo Sesil knows her to be deceptively deep as well, and he stays safe and dry on her banks, only observing her from the corners of his eyes. Above him, the sun beats down onto his dark back without much conviction left. It’s her last demonstration, as the sky is beginning to bruise red and bloom purple, and soon there shall be countless stars and the desert will finally go blissfully quiet. It’s a clear night.
Sesil, in turn, uses the every minute of daylight he can get to replenish his inventory of herbs. Efforts to save members of the Flight as well as wounded furies have taken a significant toll on his reserves. Now that he has been on his feet for hours he can begin it taking a toll on his body as well, though he labors through it with grit teeth and straining muscle. He doesn’t have the time for this. Nor does he have the sleep or rest to spare. With nights this clear, it’s possibly he could work through some of the night. After the sun is gone the sands will glow with her heat for a while.
His saddlebags sway heavy on his hips, mostly filled and material unpleasantly coarse in a way he didn’t notice before. His dagger is a new weight that he has yet to get used to and a purchase he never thought he’d have to make, but in days like these the burden of iron was one that he could put trust in. It was at the very least a vague sort of security. These days shadows stretched long and far too dark. He could see it in people’s eyes. There was a worry that was beginning to unfurl.
No time.
He quietly continues his picking, and though he is eternally lacking of time he doesn’t rush, his perfectionism taking a hard hold of him. Instead he dedicates himself to the desert sage that juts from the canyon walls in abundance, making sure to take exactly what he needs but not a stalk more, leaving enough of the plant to recover from. The sound of the river drowns out the deafening noise of his worrying, though only temporary. Sesil appreciates it nonetheless.
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Post by Kytte on Mar 14, 2018 0:29:23 GMT -6
 The sound was different in this place; Niurros river. The occasional pebble that toppled down the canyon walls echoed melodically and landed into the river with a faint plop for all to hear. The river ran in bends and mazes through rock. The river ran as it always did and with it carried the lifeblood of Serora, if not, all. To the Councillor Embryss, it was a steadfast and gentle guide during these times. She walked with a quickened pace, more than most and although she upheld warm smiles and assurance for her peoples, it did not mask the fact that soon, they would be at war. Politics was gruesome and the clashing of ideologies was seldom unbalanced. After all, Serora was never known for waging war or conquest. It was about family and survival and togetherness, and they were about to be punished for upholding such belief.
Embryss trotted in the shallows, watching the water race around her legs, perhaps wishing secretly that it carry away the doubt and fear she had pushed deep into herself. Embryss’s waking days were spent with the Seroran’s, ensuring all were prepared and informed of what was to come. She was steadfast for all but herself and Jack had reminded her of this during their nights together. For now, there was no time for her, it was for them.
Embryss rounded the corner when she saw him, Sesil, gathering away what he could. Sesil was a fine medic, no matter what had happened in their past with Embryss’s now passed aunt. Embryss knew he was one of the best and was very dedicated to his craft. She approaches him slowly, clearing her throat and then speaking softly, the canyons acoustics doing the rest of the work “Wind beneath your wings, Sesil” She smiles although they both can see past such guises.
The river always ran.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 17, 2018 11:18:24 GMT -6
Sesil - Serora - Savior
Upon the sound of her voice, smooth and words without pretense, the Savior turns his head. She announces her presence with tact that was befitting of her. In the darkness of the shadows cast by these canyon walls Sesil’s appearance is all but an an oil spill. Dark eye sockets are a sharp streak of ink, face a ghostly white that betrays very little and begs for even less. But Embryss? She is the very colours of Sedo the desert, brown and copper and gold, an envoy with a constant poise that is demonstrative of her devotion to her people. If there’s anything performative about it he does not see it. She has always struck him as genuine, and she looked upon him kindly despite the past, or perhaps because of it.
He dips his head slightly, eyes meeting hers. “And beneath yours.”
These must be busy times for the both of them, respectively. His task is perhaps more obvious, simple to see and thus with a headson approach easier to brave. With a lack of herbs one would go out and pick them. With a broken bone, you set it. A cut, you stitch shut. A ragged tear, you cauterize until it turns black. But in times like these he does not think anyone envies her position. She has the ability to force an spearhead change but is meant to keep balance, and is thus expected to do so. There is no saying what ramifications each carefully picked word will have amongst certain company. These are times of conflict. To say what is right and what is wrong is a matter of perspective. He, for one, does not wish to stand in her shoes.
She and her delegation had negotiated with the snakes that were the Talori. His eyes, until then settled on her, turn away. He allows the river to carry them.
“What brings the Councillor here this evening?”
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