[Whitevine Hold] A New Life, A New World (Cheshire)

[Rykker Whitevine]

Summer day 28 of 511 Rykker had finally secured a meeting with the head of Whitevine. He was nervous as all get out, and he dressed in his best warm clothes to look his best. However, a slave doesn't have the best of clothes, and what money he had taken from his father for the start of this new adventure in his life was running very short. He just hoped that he would get in so he wouldn't have to pay rent anymore on the little cabin he had now. Plus he was hoping that he would also maybe start towards getting a job as a vet within the hold. He walked in a bit stiff, with a stiff smile on his dark face. He got a few stares from others around, but for the most part most were friendly enough within the hold smiling, and giving a nod of hello, which he gave back. Slowly he started to relax, and the stiff smile that he came in with became a genuine one. He had mixed reviews now on appearances alone anymore. Some treated him like anyone else, others with wary caution, but still courtesy. Still a few others looked on him with revulsion, and batten hatred, those he tried to ignore, but it still stung him. He didn't know when he would feel comfortable in his own skin, he was already twenty and five, and he still couldn't stand how he looked, what he resembled. He hoped once he became more of a familiar feature here in Avanthal that maybe he would feel better about himself. It was exactly 5 bells and 30 chimes when he knocked on the door of the person he was supposed to meet within. He was on time, and he hoped that, that would look good on himself. He always tried to be on time if not a bit early, however, today he thought that it would be better if he were just on time. Sometimes people didn't like that you were early, plus it made you look a bit over eager. He waited outside the door, nervously tugging, smoothing, and fixing his clothes, hair, and anything else about his person.

[Cheshire]

There was to be a meeting with an outsider today and Seffarah sat quietly in her study preparing for his arrival. Half Zith, half Vantha. One did not see that every day. While she worried that his more… dark side might be a hindrance on his medical abilities, for why else would be be talking to him but to obtain lodging from the medical hold, there was a sense of wonder in the thought. Possibly the Zith side of him could help him understand the need for healing more. With destruction and violence there had to be healing. A knock on her door alerted the Vantha, causing her to hop to her feet. This must have been the half blood! She straightened out her dress and opened the door with a smile. "Hello, you must be the mixed blood looking for loading and a job, yes?" She stepped aside, motioning for the man to step into her study. She was a bit worried in truth but she would give the man the benefit of the doubt. He had some Vantha blood in him and Seffarah prayed to Morwen that her people's blood had given the man their calm personality as well. "I am Seffarah Whitevine, of Whitevine Hold. What is your name?" The Vantha sat down on a chair, motioning for him to take one as well. She was one of the more soft and kind leaders in Avanthal. This fact was very lucky for Rykker. Not all leaders would have been as accepting as her.

[Rykker Whitevine]

Rykker was received by a women with dark hair and the swirling colorful eyes of a Vantha. He was getting used to it all now. Well as used to it as he could seeing as which he was the most different looking thing aside from his dark hair, and also swirling interchangeable gold and red eyes. He inclined his head, and his grumbling deep voice said, "Yes, I would like to be a part of my mother's hold in... in her memory, and to show her I am free..." His words lingered off. He smiled at the women his normal shield now in the company of his mother's people. He figured a smile could at least disarm, and show he wasn't as bad as his outer shell may allow them to think. He walked in, offered his hand, and replied, "I am Rykker Whitevine of Xy... A.. Freed slave of my own desire..." He figured he should be honest or as honest as he could be. He didn't like talking about his past, but he hoped that like his mother honesty would get him as far as he wanted to go. He was raised by his mother, heard her tales, listened to her memories of Avanthal and had always been enthralled. He had lived in Xy, knew what the Zith were about, and had little to no respect for the people, even if he was part Zith, and his mother had somehow fallen in love with one of her captures. Even if after his seed had made him her lover pretty much abandoned her, as much as his mother tried to defend his father, Rynne, by saying that he stayed away for protection of them both and that proved his love. He had always been doubtful of that, and the day his mother died because he finally did accept them both under the guise that he would protect her she was killed by another female Zith jealous of the attention her husband showed her. He himself had no love for the Zith, and tried to fight any inclinations that came from that part of him. However, anger, and frustration was his worst enemy, and as much as he held back of the black anger that could over take the Zith sometimes it came out. Nothing to the comparison of a true Zith, but bad none the less. "I would like to start training to become a vet to care for your various animals that you use here. I feel that ...." He hesitated "My looks --- might be to a disadvantage to care for the ...." He grinned slightly trying to settle the woman that he could half sense was uneasy about him. "Two legged variety..." He hoped it would go over well, he wanted to be in the fold of his mother's people, and he hoped that if he could get into a hold he would be better accepted. Plus he wanted to make himself useful, but by doing something HE wanted to do rather then be ordered to do, or whipped into finishing.

[Cheshire]

Seffarah nodded slowly as she listened to Rykker's story. It was an interesting one indeed. She was sure none of the people in Whitevine could admit to spending time in Xy. Morwen be blessed, most of them had never even left the city! "Well, I am happy you made it out safe. It is always beautiful when one of our own is able to venture home." It made her happy to see, even in the face of hardship and the knowing that he would be judged, the mixed blood had come to his mother's home, his home. "We shall honor your mother greatly. It is always a dark day when we hear that one of our own has fallen." Seffarah closed her eyes as she quietly muttered a prayer to Morwen. "Please allow her soul to pass peacefully and painlessly. Let her song forever sing in our reaches and one day soon return to us if it may be the will of the Gods." "I'm sure we can get you a job as a veterinarian! We might want to start you off at the stables. The kelvic bears might be a bit squeamish, no offense intended." Her eyes shifted a pale yellow. A sign that she worried that she had offended the man. "Come, lets go to the stables and see you work. You know how to care for livestock, yes?"