Vasin was so easy going. It wasn’t hard at all to journey with him. It wasn’t even hard to explore with him. He wasn’t bossy or bullish. He proposed good ideas, and worked well as a team. All in all, Kelski was enjoying her time with him. She hadn’t been wandering the docks the day she met him to make a friend, but after their experience in the library she certainly considered him one. This situation confirmed it. His questions were fair, not prying, and his insight showed empathy and compassion for a person he didn’t even know.
She was going to introduce him to Gilthas, for certain, and soon. “I don’t know, Vasin. He doesn’t talk about it and I just don’t know. I don’t know how there can be land above and land within and land all over that we can’t access….” And yet… someone had told her once about the Chavena and the Chavi of people. She searched her memory, suddenly certain it was Gilthas, but she couldn’t call up the specific memory. It was odd.
“I remember and don’t remember something he told me. I…” She shook her head. “There are other realms. They exist above and above… this is like a solid core realm. This is where we live. But there’s another place called the Chevana. It is filled with beautiful lights and the records of all our lives. It’s hard to explain, but I know I’ve been there… I’m just not sure what I was doing there. It was like an endless plain of blackness – almost like staring into the night sky – and instead of being filled with stars the place was filled with silver threads that twisted and tangled beautifully. Sometimes they touched other cords… each cord was a life and written somehow on that cord was the memory and moments in those people’s lives. If we were there now staring at our own… chavi… yea that’s what they were called. If we were there staring at our own Chavi, they’d be tangled right now… yours with mine… because we are together in this moment. We are crafting memories together… making new strands of our Chavi. And beyond the Chavi is something else… another realm. A realm of the Gods. They live there full time… in pockets of their own existance. I think… I think the Eth were in Syna and Leth’s realm… pocket realms… and they fell from them to here. But its not exactly up. Its almost sideways… I don’t know how to describe it.” The Kelvic said curiously, as if she was puzzled by her own fractured memories.
“There are people that can access the Chavi whenever they want. Gilthas told me about them. They are Dreamwalkers. They can even read other’s memories to find the truth of events and some even more powerful ones can change memories, dull them… “ A chill passed through her. And it gave her pause a moment. Sometimes her memories of the last three seasons had felt muddled, dulled, pulled into the background. She reached up and touched her head.
Had that happened to her? Had Gilthas done something?
She trusted him but…
Kelski glanced at Vasin, troubled a moment, but the man was moving on… complimenting the mule who seemed to soak up the attention. The mule nuzzled the explorer and brayed softly as if distressed. He seemed just as puzzled as she was by a cat skull and dirt.
And then she found the body, examined the corpse, and picked up the agates. There were literally dozens more embedded in the walls, which to Kelski seemed odd. The stones looked tumbled, worked, and not at all in the raw. Loading them onto the mule, she took the lead when Vasin handed it to her and watched as the young explorer searched the body. Kelski hadn’t given it much of a search because it was a dead body, male, and she didn’t much like humans on principle.
She hadn’t noticed the bite mark on the dead man’s neck. She moved closer, urging the mule to go with her, and got a good look at it. A fight? Both him and the mule had been in a fight?
Kelski watched as Vasin searched the bags and found the key. She moved closer, peering around him to look at it, her eyes wide. “I didn’t even see that!” She said, pleased at his discovery. She stared at it, wondering where it could lead and looked thoughtful. Centering herself, she tapped her inner well of power and felt the djed rise in her mind, pool in her eyes, and she looked at it carefully. Her auristics flared, and in the first moments of opening her magical sight, she had to take a moment to peel Vasin’s aura away from the item to truly see it without being obscured by his influence. He had a warm rich aura filled with ambers and golds, sparked through with rich greens and deep blues. It was pleasing and earthy, full of honest curiosity and unphased by malice and the dark taints some broken minds or wounded spirits carried.
She blinked, glanced up at him meeting his eyes with a silvery gaze that had gone liquid mercury, and then turned to look more carefully at the key.
The stone was one of those ‘other’ ones that she knew existed but wasn’t sure why. It held power in the key’s crown, but of what kind she’d need more time to study it. The metal was shot through with old old magic that had nearly faded. Tilting her head, she reached forward and touched the key. Old. Dead. Its magic had lost its power and only the stone’s presence was keeping the key intact.
She said as much. “It was once magical… once a thing of power. But the magic to it is old, dead, faded… the stone has power that keeps the key solid, in its shape, and … untarnished I believe. But whatever it was, it isn’t any longer.” Kelski said, forgetting Vasin didn’t know she was a mage. And honestly, she hadn’t realized she’d spoken until her eyes lost their luminous glow and she blinked back to normal.
Kelski’s pale skin lost all hints of color then, if such a thing was possible and even if Vasin could see it in the dark. “I… I didn’t mean to say that aloud.” She said, cursing herself for letting her guard down. “Is it… a problem? That I know… a little magic?” She said softly, meeting the young man’s gaze momentarily.
If it wasn’t… or if he hadn’t decided yet whether it was or not, Kelski would push on. “I think I know what to do with the mule. Lets head back to the entrance. I can shift, fly back to where I live, and see if I can find someone to come collect him… someone that knows horses and can help. He has a horse so he can come fast. And then we can continue our exploration. and check in to tell him what we know. His name is Anja and he’s a really good friend. A Drykas... a horse clan member. He can help the mule out and come get us later if we don’t return… or we get in trouble. I mean… bring help?” She said softly…. half wanting to distract him from what he must have just saw and what she just said about the key.
If Vasin had no objections, Kelski would move with him and the mule, retracing their steps to the entrance which luckily was easy for the mule to navigate. Before she did anything else, while they were at the entrance Kelski gave Vasin a task while she was gone. “Write him out a rough map just in case we need help. That way he will have some idea of where we have gone.” She asked, hoping he had the supplies and ability to do just that.
Then, without a thought, the Kelvic left the mule and the young man just inside the entry to the partially collapsed basement and stripped out of her clothing in front of both of the males. Stashing it within her backpack, she stepped into the light of day, tossed the backpack into the air, and shifted. She dissolved in a swirl of colored lights, and reformed into the shape of a Sea Eagle. Her wingspan was enormous – about seven feet, as she struggled to climb into the sky and catch the backpack at the same time. The move was obviously practiced as the eagle banked, labored to gain altitude, and took off towards the east to where the coastline was.
No more than a half hour would pass before the trotting of hooves would sound and a mare bearing two riders would pull up. One was redressed in clothes meant to explore. One was obviously the Drykas in question. Kelski would call down to Vasin to bring up the mule, and introductions would be quickly made.
Then, with Anja taking the mule home and seeing to his care, Kelski and Vasin could get back to their adventure without the worry of the mule’s care in the forefront of their minds.