Shaken or not, he was still smiling. Tiki was getting the formal tour he rushed off from before. Not only that, but he was being paid to do so. The money came as a second thought as he hopelessly counted his mizas in his head, trying to manage his funds to last him to Wind Reach. One, two three… he counted, never making it past twelve. Shurk was leading the way ahead of them as they crossed the Outer Petal toward the bridge to the next, and so on until they’d collect what they needed. “Shurk, what comes after twelve?”
“Thirteen,” the Jamoura answered, absent mindedly. They went along again, Tiki counting back from one. They might have made exactly thirteen more steps, as he counted those next, before Tiki was inquiring about the numbers again.
“What’s after thirteen?”
“Fourteen,” explained the Jamoura, well caught up in the musings of his own plans. They were crossing the bridge in no time. The walking was quiet with the exception of Shurk’s thumping steps and Tiki’s questions, speaking of which…
“What comes after fourteen?”
“Fiftee – Don’t you know how to count, Tiki?”
“Yes.”
“Then why are you asking me?”
“I don’t know all the, uh, numbers,” Tiki answered honestly.
Shurk grinned. Tiki’s company was a unique one. The jamoura had fallen alongside Tiki in his step to better address him. That jamouran perspective of deception was put to work. Shurk asked Tiki, “How many numbers do you want to learn?”
Tiki took a wide breath before he realized what Shurk was asking. He looked back up at Shurk, his mouth still hung open. Shurk had the most serious look about him on the matter. The Jamoura bowed his head in towards Tiki, expecting an answer. Tiki started to turn red, his mouth closing, and his gaze returning to their walk across the Outer Petals. Tiki grinned, looked back to Shurk and answered, “A lot.” Shurk’s serious face became one of misery. He didn’t see that one coming. He was learning more of Tiki’s understanding of the world though. Kelvic simplicity in its purest form was something whimsical yet effective.
Shurk grunted to the building up ahead. Tiki was running ahead to go inside before Tiki called him back. The jamoura wasn’t very quick on his feet, even when Tiki urged him to come faster.
“Slow down, cat! You’re going to give me a splinter…”
Tiki had time to run back to Shurk and ask, “Why are you so slow? I thought only agi- fast people will play Sihk’Laya.”
“Sure, the game demands agility! Agility for a jamoura of course!”
“Why do I need to be so fast to watch you then if you’re so slow?”
“I told you, I’m fast for a jamoura. Maybe you’re just too fast to play?” Tiki was stricken by the thought, but Shurk walked on with a grin. Tiki followed in Shurk’s shadows as they entered the building.
“Shurk,” was all Tiki understood from the jamoura who greeted Tiki’s employer. The rest of the conversation of was some deep drone of sounds he couldn’t understand, or even replicate in mockery. His body just wasn’t capable then.
After much grunting , Shurk introduced Tiki, “Oh, yes, Tiki, come closer. This is Dorn. Dorn, Tiki. This little kelvic is light on his feet, came across the wilds from Sylira…Syliras, Sylira,” Shurk corrected himself, returning a wink to Tiki, before he continued, “Anyway, I placed an order with the ole silverback for a few skins of honey-glue.”
“For the stadium? I heard you’ve got a pretty good team together, for the construction and that game of yours. Excuse me, Tiki. It is a welcome breeze to have you here. What brings you to Spires?”
“I wouldn’t pester the little guy, he’s kind of on the-”
“Hi, Dorn, I’m Tiki. I’m from Syliras, Sylira like Shurk said, and I’m not sure why I’m here. I was walking to Wind Reach, and found the road again, but it brought me here. My mom said to not trust strangers, but you’re not that strange.”
“Since when are you such a chatter box? What,” Shurk stooped down to Tiki’s level as a pausing thought came over him, “You never chatted like that for me. Are you calling me strange, little kelvic?” Dorn was losing himself to a rich laugh, Tiki smiling and blushing. “Little bugger, you are. Ha, Dorn, laugh while you can. I expect to see you on that field, and your father. The sting of a bee isn’t a match for mine in a game of Sihk’Laya.”
“So that’s what you call it hmm? We’ve been wondering what the big secret was. Did he tell you that it meant “hoop-ball”, Tiki? Shurk, I digress, your creativity knows no bounds! Hahaha!”
“On the court, Dorn, you and your team, my team, and Tiki will even judge. I’m serious now; we need to make a good impression on the deacons too. You’re a lot of hot air, Dorn, but we’ll test it on the field of Sihk’Laya.”
“You’re a character, Shurk, you truly are. Ah you crack me up…” Dorn was cut off by a roaring from the outside, on the other side of the building through another massive doorway, jamoura sized. Tiki peeked over and saw the “room” it led to. Overhanging plant life darkened the area from Syna’s rays, although she still broke through. Another jamoura, larger than Dorn, grunted and gestured for Shurk to follow him back. Shurk nudged Tiki forward to walk ahead of him. “I’ll see you on your court, Shurk. Make sure you stretch first, hahaha!” Shurk snorted and grunted back in something very alien to Tiki, even with what little Jamourian he knew.
Entering the room, Tiki saw it for what it was. They were situated on the edge of the petal at a graceful view that peeked past one of the Hahk’Maghtar into the distant temple. Massive, thickly woven baskets and jars of sorts were in some sort of storage outside. Tiki saw the bags Shurk referenced. They looked pretty full and heavy.
“Tiki, give me a helping hand. Thank you, Larosh. I was telling you boy we’ll see you playing when were done.”
“You humor me and the boy with your common, more so me with your jest. I heard you right. This is Tiki, no? Welcome to the Spires, Tiki. I’m sorry this one got a hold of your first. I could use a pair of quick feet.”
“Your business skills know no bounds, Larosh. He’s perfectly content helping me out here.”
Larosh leaned in closer to Tiki and told him, “If he ever becomes too much for you to carry, come back here. I’ll have some real work ready for you.”
“Enough, enough. He’ll listen to you if you tell him that. Alright, Tiki, grab what you can and we’ll be on our way. Our spot is another two petals over. Don’t strain yourself either. I need you ready at all times. Don’t slack on me either, boy. I’ll talk with you soon, Larosh.”
“Caiyha be with you both, Tiki and Shurk. Remember Tiki!”
“Aw, shut it you old ape!” Larosh dismissed Shurk’s comment with a hearty laugh that made Tiki’s chest rumble. The jamoura were funny to him, in the odd way, but he enjoyed it. They’re openness, humility, and friendship was something to look up to. They were free spirits out here in the Talderan wilds, in the Spires actually. Tiki felt the stress in his back as he snagged two of the bags up over his shoulder. His grip was reinforced by the cords wrapped over and around him. Shurk took notice to the kelvic’s eagerness. He did stop him once they left the shop though.
“Keep your back straight, like this,” Shurk said, manually correcting Tiki’s posture, “and lift with your legs. Only bend a little bit if your back hurts, but lift with your legs. You have strong, swift legs, Tiki. Keep your grip tight too, but don’t burn your skin on the rope. Alright, let’s keep going.”
They crossed the Outer Petals. Along the way, Shurk in his professional tone addressed the shrines he had led Tiki past, and made up for those he’d forgotten. Tiki only gathered the basics of each divinity that was honored by the jamoura of the Spires. The first petal, from which Shurk had met Tiki,housed the shrine to Zulrav. God of Storms, Zulrav blows the wind, gentle breezes and thundering storms alike. Tanroa, Goddess of Time follows, and little more was needed to be said of her. Then there was Oriana, Goddess of the bears, even those massive things that roamed Taldera, and of parenthood. Tiki’s mother, at a time, might have prayed to her. On the last Petal between the two and the stadium site, there was the shrine to Navre, God of Cats. Shurk felt it a self explaining site for Tiki’s kin. The kelvic, however, had never heard of Navre, or put much thought to it. Not to mention, that meant all cats, and Tiki had met other cats; they give cats a bad name, in his opinion. Tiki kept looking back with the sacks over his shoulder, walking backwards of all things. |