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The Wilderness of Cyphrus is an endless sea of tall grass that rolls just like the oceans themselves. Geysers kiss the sky with their steamy breath, and mysterious craters create microworlds all their own. But above all danger lives here in the tall grass in the form of fierce wild creatures; elegant serpents that swim through the land like whales through the ocean and fierce packs of glassbeaks that hunt in packs which are only kept at bay by fires. Traverse it carefully, with a guide if possible, for those that venture alone endanger themselves in countless ways.

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Postby Sloane on March 4th, 2017, 2:43 am

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Sloane sat again, settling herself carefully across from Hansel and restraining a laugh when she compared the small space she covered to the large sprawl of long limbs that her companion made up. He grinned at her and she returned it, rolling her eyes playfully at his cocky attitude, and leaning back on her hands comfortably. Morphin'? She wondered to herself. It rang a bell, and Sloane could distantly remember a childhood story about a old wench disguising herself as a princess. Sloane's brows only rose higher at the thought, for a brief moment picturing Hansel in a fluffy dress, trying to pass himself off as a princess. Sloane snorted and banished the thought from her mind, returning her attention to the man as he spoke.

She leaned forward as he held out his hand, revealing the claw of some animal. Sloane hummed uncertainty, eyes flicking to Hansel's face and taking in the concentrated look he bore. A bone hadn't been what she was expecting, and it didn't exactly fit with her idea of Morphing, what little she knew anyway. Hansel spoke again, and Sloane eyed him with a mix between amusement and irritation, and even though his eye's were closed she mimed locking up her lips and throwing away the key sarcastically. Still insanely curious, Sloane leant close and watched, eye's tracing over his hand as she waited for something to happen.

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Postby Konrad Venger on March 4th, 2017, 4:04 am

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Time. That was half of it. The patience to just wait until the moment was right. Stretching out the ticks and chimes into maybe hours, if that was what one needed, to marshal the will and magic into what was needed. Konrad was unfamiliar with this breed of it: keeping watch for warehouses and gambling parlors, standing guard in rain and snow, that was one thing. But this? This was stillness within his own mind, and in a place not used to such a feeling.

Stinks of horse shyke, too.

The thought flitted quickly through his mind, then was gone like a moth ambling across Syna's rays. His breathing was still steady, inexorable, and with each one he felt more of himself fall away. He didn't know how long he'd sat before the girl, and didn't really care. She was free to leave, if she wanted. He knew this took time. One day, mayhap, it wouldn't. It would be like his res, summoned easily and in the space of a breath.

But for now, he sat. He emptied his mind, and then he pictured it.

That was the other half. Imagination. Seeing what he wanted to be.

For long chimes, he pictured his body, just as it was. Every facet and limb and scar and tract of flesh. Then it was just his arm, taut with muscle, heavier with it after a season with the hardworking Drykas. His hand, callused and worn, no life of leisure telling a tale on that palm.

He saw his finger. The pointer. And when he was ready, when the time was right, he started brushing away the outline of... the tip of it. His fingernail. Smudged it like an artist would an impudent mistake in on his parchment. Until there was no barrier between it and the emptiness around it, and he could fashion what he wanted. What he held in his hand.

That tingling came back, and fiercer than before. More matter affected, changed... stretched. Konrad's brow knotted, and he understood why such concentration was needed. You had to separate yourself from your own body, or the pain, the sheer physical shock would be enough to ruin the effort. And bungling Morphing halfway through was not something you wanted to do.

So he kept going. Kept crafting the coyote claw out into the emptiness in his own mind, grafting it out of his own finger. He felt his bones creak and strain under his effort; felt his hand pulse and burn as skin stretched to incorporate this new form. He painted with his mind's eye, recreating the fragment of the dead coyote he'd spent hours staring at over the last few days.

A short, stunned gasp was seemed to come from so far away. Like it was carried with the breeze over a chasm. He allowed a small, calm smile to creep over his face. Ah. So it was working. Time. Imagination. This was the process, but the result...

He opened his eyes like a man waking from slumber, and stared down at the curved, two-inch long claw jutting from his finger. Razor sharp even days after the creature's death, and he looked to his other hand and saw the original sitting there. Not exactly the same, but the shape, the feel of it... close enough.

Konrad smiled and held up his latest work, grinning above the flesh-rending talon like the predator that had given it to him, opening his mouth to-

-hiss-

-grunt-

"Shyke-!"

He couldn't hold it long. Already he could feel the bones in his hand shake and tremble at the unnatural thing he'd made. He slammed his eyes back shut as sweat sprung onto his brow, dragging up the picture again, fighting through the pain. His other hand gripped the coyote claw so hard he felt the tip draw blood, but he focused... focused...

Come on, go away now.

Erased, rather than smudged. A quicker process, wiping away the claw he'd made, curved claw shimmering queerly before Sloane's eyes as it receded back into his hand... leaving blood trickling in its wake.

"Well," Konrad finally said, rummaging in his pocket for some scrap he could bind his bleeding finger with. "S'till workin' on it..."

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Postby Sloane on March 4th, 2017, 2:58 pm

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Sloane waited... and waited... and waited some more. It was no wonder that the man had told her to remain silent and wait, because Sloane could feel herself become antsy and impatient in the first few moments, mind buzzing with at least a half-dozen questions milling for attention. She wriggled, trying to adjust herself into a more comfortable position, before remembering that she was supposed to be quiet, supposed to not distract Hansel while he was concentrating on showing her his new skill. She thought about it for a moment, and the time it was taking did make sense; when he'd shown her his Reimency he'd had to take a moment to concentrate as well. Granted, he hadn't taken quite as long, but she assumed he'd been using that magic far longer than this one, which must have made a marked difference.

Sloane was doing her best to keep her attention from wandering, which was just as well, because after long moments of silence and boredom, she finally noticed something happen, something shift and begin to change. Sloane's mouth fell open and she leant closer trying to get a better look as the tip of Hansel's finger began to change. The young woman watched in awe as the digit writhed and stretched, the flesh itself pulling and twisting to form something new, a replica of the claw he'd been holding. Her gaze flicked from the claw to Hansel's face, in something akin to disbelief of what she'd witnessed. "That's incredible." She breathed, hand twitching in her lap with the urge to grab his hand and pull it close, examine it from all angles. "Can I--"

Hansel cut her off with a snarled and snapped swear, and Sloane jumped in fright, eye's blown wide and face twisted into a confused and startled grimace as Hansel grunted, face twisting in pain and concentration as his hand returned to normal, though now he was smeared with blood. "Are you alright!?" She yelped in surprise, hands going to her own pockets to search as well. "Does that always happen!?" She exclaimed, finally finding a handkerchief and rocking up to her knees so she could squirm closer. She reached out with the cloth and grabbed his hand, wadding the cloth over the wound and squeezing it tightly. Crafting bows had dealt her her fair share of cuts and gouges, and so Sloane was well aware of how to deal with them and stop bleeding as quick as possible. Still applying pressure to his hand, she tugged it up to shoulder height, peeking between her fingers to check if the blood had stopped and if she should let him go. "You'll be able to do more eventually right? For longer?" Sloane wondered thoughtfully, tilting her head at Hansel. It was an interesting skill, and the more Sloane thought about it, the more uses she came up with that would be useful in her current situation. When she spoke next her words came slow and uncertain. "Do you think you could maybe... Teach me?"

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Postby Konrad Venger on March 4th, 2017, 5:36 pm

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"Y'don't have to-"

No, she didn't, but she did anyway. When he felt her hands on his, Konrad's tongue stopped working and he just... indulged her. Yes. That was it. She wanted to help? Fine, she'd just complain otherwise and he had no desire to sit through that. So he swallowed and rolled his eyes and looked away, hand still sticking stupidly up as the cloth wound and tightened around his finger.

"Course I'm a'right," he managed as gruffly as he could. "Jus' a scratch, innit? An' nah, nothin' that bad, usually, but I'm still-"

He hissed again as she yanked his hand up like a hunk of meat she was displaying in a shop window. He managed a scowl to meet here curious gaze through his fingers, but as usual with her, there was no heat to it. No real threat.

As usual, and with her. Those were the right words, and at the understanding of that, Konrad felt... nervous. It was that same feeling he'd got in a bar or alley when he was sure, just knew that something was about to happen. That same feeling a spider felt when a silken string was twanged somewhere and it knew prey or predator was closing in. Konrad's world, or how he viewed it, was built on that suspicion, no, that certainty that danger and threat were always just a long stride away-

That's what he felt looking at Sloane, as she put the finishing touches on her binding and asked her innocent question. Like she was trouble, coming his way and bringing friends.

"I... Yeah, I fink so. Jus', y'know, need to practice more, y'ken? I mean, ol' lady tol' me that people can change their whole bodies, an' not just into other people!" He leaned closer, unable to keep the trembling excitement out of his voice, even as he lowered it. "Like, can grow wings, and claws, even gills to breath under water, y'know?"

Then the last question came, and Konrad's giddiness - a rare condition for the man, all would agree - drained out of him like air from a balloon. Teacher? Instinctively he shook his head, scoffing as he straightened back up. This wasn't pounding on folk with his knuckles and knees, nor swinging his kukri and kopis. This was magic, and he'd barely managed to understand how it worked, let alone how to teach it.

Disappointment came over her features quickly. He didn't want to see it. He cursed himself and not with some quiet, alien voice, but all of him. No point denying now that he cared for the girl, though he wasn't sure why, or how. Konrad wasn't one given to much introspection, he just knew how he felt, and he didn't like to see her upset.

Her and her alone, true enough, but what else would one expect from a man like him?

"But, ah... I can't teach yeh, that's true enuff, don't know enough t'do that-" He put a hasty hand up as he mouth opened, stalling and cutting her off before she could retort. "But! Hang on... but, y'can learn wiv' me, hmm? I mean, most of it's like concentratin' an' stuff, usin' her head-" He tapped the side of his head like it never occurred to him to use it. "-an' imaginin' what you want to do. But y'gotta start nice n' small. Like that claw, eh?"

Speaking of which, he looked to his palm and found the blood-smeared artifact still there. Just a scratch, really. Nothing to concern himself about. He wiped it on the back of the handkerchief covering his finger, then jutted the bound hand back up to shoulder height when Sloane's gaze hardened in disapproval. Again his eyes rolled, and rolled around, and around...

To take in the people passing by. Looking at them here and there with disapproval, but nothing more. After all, they weren't hiding. Just sitting there. Konrad gauged them, tried to see the angles. Would they go to her pavilion? Snitch them out? Maybe, but what would they say? They they'd sat together? She'd bound his hand? Where was the scandal in that?

Where was the scandal in her, say, doing so again, in public? With him teaching her some meditation and djed at the same time?

"S'just an idea," he said when he looked back to her, flexing his hand, satisfied he could still use it. "Keep that prick who want yeh to marry him off yer back, eh? No' give him any reason to get..."

Something flitted across her face when he mentioned... shyke, he could never remember his name. Something that wasn't fear, but more akin to sorrow, and Konrad's contemplative mood shattered.

"... what?"

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Postby Sloane on March 5th, 2017, 2:57 pm

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Sloane's look of awe returned as Hansel explained what he may, one day, be able to do. The possibilities were mind boggling, and hearing him speak about growing wings and changing one's entire body only solidified her desire to learn the magic as well. It was somewhat daunting, the thought of using magic; would that make her a... wizard? Is that even what they're called? She wondered. But above all, Sloane was most attracted to the idea that she'd be able to use the magic to disguise herself, a skill that would be invaluable when it came to making her way about Endrykas without having to worry about the Firelash Pavilion keeping tabs on her.

But then Hansel was shaking his head, telling her that he couldn't actually teach her, and Sloane's excitement was evaporating rapidly, a frown twisting her lips and the glee in her eye's fading. Now you've asked for too much! She scolded herself, stomach dropping. He doesn't have time to waste with you! Sloane frowned apologetically, about to apologise, but was cut off. Hansel continued speaking and Sloane perked up, brows raising and the awkward, regretful feeling abating a little more with every word he spoke, until she graced him with a sweet, cheerful smile. Her grin only widened as he wiped his claw, then dutifully returned his hand to shoulder height. Sloane reached up and pulled his wrapped digit back to eye level, peaking under the cloth to make sure it wasn't still bleeding. "That sounds good, thanks Hans." She chuckled, wrapping the ends of the cloth around and then tying them to keep it in place, before releasing him.

Sloane froze as Hansel mentioned Haigen, and her gaze flicked away from him, dropping to her hands where they rested in her lap. "What?" Hansel questioned, and Sloane cleared her throat, taking a long moment to collect herself before she replied. "I, uh... took your advice." She said slowly, a hand raising absentmindedly to rub at the back of her neck. "I wouldn't exactly say that he's convinced me to marry him though." She sighed, shaking her head slowly and eyeing Hansel. Her mouth twisted into a frown as she continued, picking her words carefully as she watched him for his reaction. "I suppose I'm more of his... What was that word you used to use? Breeder?"

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Postby Konrad Venger on March 5th, 2017, 6:15 pm

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Once the prickling spikes of latent anger had subsided, it was relief he felt. Konrad wasn't some juvie who thought more with his balls than his brain; he'd given her that advice for a reason. Mainly, because it was the smartest choice she had. As a woman in Endrykas, popping out sprogs was her priority, not hunting or trapping or patrolling or scouting, like it could be with him. Sloane would end up as someone's wife, whether or not she wanted it, so better she embrace that certainty and work within it to find some peace for herself.

So he listened, and his face seemed to cloud with some melancholy. Not quite sadness or sorrow, for he'd drunk so deep from both in three decades that another's pain had to work hard to touch him, but more... regret. For the world being as it was. That this had to be her path, rather than one she could make for herself. But it was... not fine, but acceptable. Safe. Secure. And he nodded his head and sighed-

Until the very last word. Then his eyes snapped up with blades in them.

Konrad held no claim to the woman, and was not stupid enough to think he ever would. She was hardly an innocent, either; no-one that smart could be, not in his world. But the very thought, the flash of images, the name she supplied that put a face to the man groping, pawing, undressing-

He didn't seem to breath for a long time. When he did, it came out deep as a distant waterfall crashing into a lake. Came almost with steam, as if something was burning in his chest. Forget small children, even a dog could have sensed and whined at the crackling fury wafting off him, barely hidden behind the tight, strained look on his face.

"That's..." His jaw worked left to right, as if warring with his tongue and battering it into submission. "Smart. That's smart." A deep, rolling cough, and he looked away. "Best offer yer likely t'get, I'd say. Even if 'tis wiv' that borin' bastard. But yeah, y'got people to watch out for ya now, a home, all dat good stuff. So... yeah."

He spoke it, and it was true. He believed it, as well. But that didn't mean he had to like it; that he ever had to like it. He made damn sure to look her in the eyes when he spoke, too. He knew that avoiding her gaze now would be tantamount to lying to her, and she'd spot it, canny girl that she was. He flexed his hand again and welcomed the pain. Time to go, he thought. Time nearly over. Time for her to get back to...

"I'll walk yeh back," he said, getting to his feet on shaky legs, muscles stiff and sore from so long folded up and bearing his weight. "Least I can do fer..." He waggled what fingers he could on his wounded hand, smiling and not getting one in return.

So he took a careful step closer, but not too close. Not with a constant parade of onlookers a few paces away. His voice dropped, and the words stayed between them.

"Endure it," he said, words deep and coming from a life lived long and hard. "Do what y'have t'do t'stay alive, girl. An' if yeh-"

He paused. He nearly went too far. Committed too much. If he did, it wasn't just an admission to her, but to himself, and even betwen them that would be enough. People would see it. An unwelcome and unhealthy friendship, he was sure they would call it.

Konrad found that he didn't care. Though his rational mind snarled then screamed at him to retreat back into the selfish territory all his decisions were made in. Though experience and observation told him that a walahk was in no position to question or defy a bonded, blooded Horse Lord.

Though the heavens fell, he didn't care what. Not that day. Not that time.

"... I'll be around, y'know?" He finished, a little lamely. "Yeh need me fer, like, yer lessons an' such, whatever else, y'know where t'find me."

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Postby Sloane on March 6th, 2017, 11:04 am

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Hansel's reaction surprised Sloane, and she watched him closely as he sat, processing what she'd said and apparently trying to control the strength of his reaction. Sloane was silent as she waited, hands folded carefully in her lap, back ramrod straight and her face set very carefully blank. "Yes." Sloane agreed, voice coming out quiet and breathy. She paused before continuing, her throat giving a creaky click as she swallowed. "That's why I stayed." She continued, voice louder and more like herself now. "It's safer than being ousted on my own." Sloane watched for a moment as Hansel stood, regretful that their little meeting had to come to an end. It had been a nice escape, if only for a short while, and in the moment she'd almost forgotten all of her problems.

She stood finally, brushing off her pants and straightening her crumpled blouse, glancing up and stilling when Hansel stepped closer, voice dropping so that he wouldn't be overheard. Sloane's face softened, the carefully maintained calm and collected expression shifting to something more accurate and real. A small, shaky smile dipped her lips, though her eye's were still as sad as ever. "Han's. Do you know, you're the--." She paused, turning her body slightly so that those around them would have a harder time seeing her. She reached out for his hand, making as if she was checking his make-shift bandage, instead giving the rest of his uninjured fingers a soft squeeze, the only show of affection she could really get away with. "You're the only one I really have here." She murmured, not looking up. "I don't know how we came to this, but I'm grateful."

She dropped his hand, eye's returning to his face, raising her brows at him before continuing. "I'd have ended up getting myself killed somehow, if I didn't have you to set me straight." She finished with a sigh. It was a true enough statement; no matter how blunt and nasty he could be at times, he'd yet to say anything that would truly worsen her position, instead he gave her the advice that was hard to hear, but necessary. Turning, Sloane took the lead as she started back in the direction of the Firelash pavilion. Things had gotten a little too sappy for the young woman, and she couldn't help but peer back at Hansel, the beginnings of a cheeky grin twisting her lips as she spoke, words light and playful. "You can still be a stubborn jerk though."

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Postby Konrad Venger on March 7th, 2017, 10:36 am

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There was a lot that he could have said, that it would have been foolish to. Not just for her, but for himself, and much as Konrad had seen the outlines of who he was blur and change since he'd arrived in Endrykas, there were limits. Practical ones, not just philosophical.

But that didn't mean part of him didn't bask in her words, delivered low and secretive as his were. The same part that froze and then seemed to sigh through his skin when she "checked" his hand, even as the rest of him recoiled at human contact. But he did not speak. How could he contribute, after all? What words would a man like him add that could improve her own?

So instead, before she dropped his hand, his thumb curled around and trapped her squeezing fingers. Another light pressure, just as hers was. Paired with his eyes, the faraway look that he seemed to bear only in those snatched, secret moments with her, it was worth a tome of words.

Speaking was one thing, laughing another, and oddly enough, the latter came easier to him. It wasn't the rolling, joyful thing he heard from others, mayhap, but it was humor nonetheless. As much because he could tell Sloane was as awkward and eager for an escape from the moment as he was; baring feelings was clearly not something either one did well.

"Sweetheart," he said with a smile that, gods damn it, would have been handsome, without the ruin his father had wreaked on him, decades before. "I can be a perfect bastard. But usually only fer a purse. Bein' one t'you would be... wasa' words... charity." He leaned closer as they walked and waggled his eyebrows. A passing Drykas nearly walked into a tent pole at the sheer sight of it. "Dun' sound like me, does it?"

They talked and chuckled and as always happened with her, Konrad forgot who he was for a little while. It was make believe, and he knew it, but had long since stopped questioning it. There was no harm to it, no weakness he was indulging, regardless of whether or not the sodding Horse Lords saw them. But as the Firelash Pavilion loomed ahead of them, he could feel the humor drain from him and a stoic mask settle across his features.

He sighed. An end to things, that sound always heralded. The last gust of wind before Syna's set; the last rattle from a dying man; one final shuddering breath from lovers before sleep claimed them. Konrad snorted softly at that last image. Gods, he really was changing.

"Come see me in a few days about yer next lesson." He made sure the words were loud and clear to anyone listening, no guile or deception in then. But he also turned his head to the side so his face was in profile, and whoever was milling around the Pavilion couldn't see his snake-tongue-fast wink. "Godda' lotta practice t'go over, Sloane. An', ah, thanks fer yer help..."

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Postby Sloane on March 10th, 2017, 11:39 am

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Sloane chattered away as they walked, her mood having greatly improved from what it had been earlier in the day. With things going well as they were, Hansel was pleasant company, if a bit strange and abrupt at times. Sloane did her best to enjoy the moment, to wipe any other thoughts and worries from her mind and focus on the moment, instead of what was likely waiting for her at the pavilion. Sloane turned as they grew closer and Hansel sighed and slowed, her own smile fading somewhat as she cast a glance at the Firelash Pavilion. "Hmm, I'll come find you soon." She agreed, voice soft and pleasant, smile returning for but a moment in response to his wink. Waving, Sloane turned and made her way back into the circle of tents that formed the pavilion.

Her mood quickly soured, immediately catching sight of Haigen watching her stonily from across camp. Kadir was speaking to him quietly, Katrine and Edina by their side. It was clear from their grim expressions that they knew who'd she'd been with for the past few bells, and none of them looked pleased to see her return. Groaning, Sloane attempted to make a detour, cutting around the backs of the tents and going the long way towards the one she was sharing with Haigen, but Kadir seemed to have other ideas. He glanced up, and started towards the walahk immediately, Edina hot on his heels and Katrine leading a clearly angry Haigen away by the arm. Sloane came to a stop, shoulders slumping in defeat as she waited for the Ankal and his wife to reach her, rather than lead a ridiculous chase around the camp. "Nothing happened." She snapped before either of them could say anything, but was only met with raised brows and expressions of disbelief.

"Enough of this." Kadir finally said, crossing his arms over his chest as he cast his gaze over Sloane. "We make deal." Edina added, coming to a stop beside her husband. It was Sloanes turn to raise her brow, the younger woman confused by the words and the smug look on the Drykas women's freckled face. "Deal?" She repeated quizzically. She'd already made a "deal" with them, thus why she was even bothering listening to what the Ankal had to say, and not storming off into Endrykas in a huff. "What deal?" Kadir and Edina exchanged a glance, and Edina spoke first, turning to pin Sloane with a harsh glare. "You listen, no talk." She growled, and the pair remained silent until Sloane nodded her agreement. "You won't be seeing him anymore." Kadir started, hand darting up to silence Sloane's angry objection, his eye's full of fierce warning. "Until you are with child. You work, come home, bed Haigen. That is all, or I will retract my protection of you." Sloane's face soured and twisted, making her displeasure clear.

"When you are with child, Haigens child, you can see him again, and go about your business as I have allowed before. However, if I hear that your actions have dishonoured me, Haigen, or the Firelash Pavilion, I will make you regret it with every fibre of your body." Sloane listened silently, anger mingling with confusion, unsure of what to think or feel, but knowing for certain that she wanted to hear everything the Ankal had to say. "When you give birth, you have another choice." He continued, voice lowering a notch, as Edina glanced behind them, ensuring that none of the other Pavilion members were near enough to hear. "You either stay with your child, and join this Pavilion as Haigens wife, or you leave the child here, and I will provide you with all the supplies you need to survive in the Sea of Grass." Pausing, Kadir gave his words a moment to sink in, studying the carefully blanked face of the woman before him, and the way she'd twisted her hands into each other, the flesh white from the pressure. "If you try and take the child away, I will not hesitate to stop you, any way I must. Do you understand?" He finished, and Sloane took a long, silent moment to think over what he'd said. It was a lot, too much frankly, for her to wrap her head around at once, and so when Sloane finally spoke she did so hesitantly, picking he words with caution. "The first part, that agree to, yes... But, the second..." She took a long deep breath, shaking her head. "I want to think about it."

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Postby Rufio on June 27th, 2017, 8:55 pm

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K O N R A D

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Meditation +2
Morphing +2
Subterfuge +2
Teaching +1
Socialization +3
Rhetoric +1


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Meditation: Speaking mantras to focus
Morphing: Hands into claws
Morphing: Using a corporeal object to copy
Subterfuge: Counter-accusations as distraction
Socialization: Reading truer emotions by the eyes
Sloane: Courageous
Sloane: Makes things complicated
Morphing: The dire consequences if miscast
Morphing: The transformative possibilities
Rhetoric: Offering alternative methods
Subterfuge: Hold a gaze to make a lie convincing



S L O A N E

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Foraging +1
Botany +1
Observation +4
Socialization +4
Medicine +2
Rhetoric +1
Subterfuge +1


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Batonal: Soothes stomach ache in children
Batonal: Squat bush with round leaves & distinct scent
Wilderness Survival: Watching out for snakes & animals
Sloane: Hurt by the thought her family don’t know what befell her
Socialization: Arguments sometimes relieves tension
Morphing: The magic of reshaping one’s physical form
Childhood Tale: An old wench disguised as a princess
Medicine: To stop bleeding apply pressure & raise the wound
Medicine: Bandaging a hand wound
Morphing: The potential for disguise
Telling someone how much they mean to you
Subterfuge: Hiding an affectionate touch in medical care[/webfont]



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All the feelz! As always, I got caught up in this thread, with such a believable & authentic flow between the two PCs.


  
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