[Kabrin Road] Your Kind [Cathan]

[Hadrian]

11th Summer, 511 A.V. night we should shine a light on a light on and the book of right-on's right on it was right on That night it fell to Hadrian to keep watch by the fire Kendall had created with the stuff of his soul transmuted upon the carefully constructed pyramid of wood. Cathan was lying beside him outside the tent, and seemed to be dozing, but Hadrian was happy for even haphazard company and was practicing a thing or two to pass the time. It was difficult to see by the low, flickering light of the fire the circles of glyphs that he was constructing, but each construction took time and kept his mind focused. First a circle, copying that which he had used to summon a Memosite from Swalden, though he razed it from the ground with a swipe of his boot before entering the coordinates. Then he silently went over the coordinates for Swalden in his mind to be sure they were still there -- 8492841047291777. He didn't want to have to write them down lest they fall into the wrong hands, whatever that meant. The coordinates he had received from deciphering the Memosite's memory, 0012926672185630, had been identified as Shoyden by Seven, the strange man whose hobby was stellar cartography. Hadrian knew he would have to master a more difficult summoning circle to pull from that world, for if he called up a glassbeak, his simple circle might not be enough to keep it from tearing through its bonds and into him. He had no great wish to meet Dira before his time, although he was sure she had a great personality. He glanced at Cathan and wished that some of his magic might be so useful to them as the wolf-man's hunting skills, or Ethan's. But other than getting close enough to hypnotize a creature, he wasn't much help as he had proven when hunting back in Syliras. I killed my dinner with karate kick 'em in the face, taste the body shallow work is the work that I do do you want to sit at my table? my fighting fame is fabled and fortune finds me fit and able Next circle, a great big version of the circles he had carved into the catch from their hunting trip that Winter. It was easier to be intricate when one wasn't etching onto such small, difficult surfaces, but even this practice would hopefully help him improve, even if Malediction was just a hobby at this point, another way to think in order to help him improve his Magecrafting, a much more precise and predictable discipline. "Eyris, guide me," he said quietly, but kept the rest of his prayer silent when he saw Cathan's ear twitch out of the corner of his eye. He did pray, though, especially for wisdom to know how best to go about in the pursuit of knowledge and how to use it without becoming a slave to the pursuit itself. He wanted to know that he was making the right choice in accompanying them to Ravok, a place he had grown up knowing was full of danger. Perhaps bravery and compassion were involved, but he wasn't sure of himself on that score. and you do say that you do pray and you say that you're okay He considered next attempting to recreate the feathers he had copied from Ethan a few days previous, but turned instead to consider Cathan himself. It would be a new challenge to attempt fur, and possibly a helpful one if they ended up in Ravok for a long period of time, or had to escape into the snows during Winter. Deciding Cathan wouldn't mind, he reached out and rested his hand on the furry flank, letting his fingers memorize the texture, engaging his Auristics to sense the fur on a whole other level, the better to copy it when he poured his djed into his skin. The which he did, and the hair follicles on the back of his hand tingled with the effort and the change and the sudden growth of thick, lupine fur to hide the paleness of his hand. Pleased, he chuckled softly, rousing the weary wolf from his nap. do you want to run with my pack? do you want to ride on my back? pray that what you lack does not distract and even when you run through my mind something else is in front, oh, you're behind and I don't have to remind you to stick with your kind --joanna newsom, 'the book of right-on'

[Chevalier]

Hadrian

LORE

• (Morphing) Producing Fur

EXPERIENCE

Skill	XP Earned
Glyphing	1
Morphing	1
Summoning	1

Storyteller Notes

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