He watched the progress with simplistic attention, enraptured by the progress of the chalk, the way the two spoke, and especially when the familiar transformed, a metallic jester staring up at him, twisted grin forced on its face, almost chiseled.
The wizard stood over the circle, Djed released to open it. The action seemed almost separate, opening these worlds. It reminded him of the Void, but obviously held more purpose. They did not have to wait long. Shapes circled through the portal and finally one flashed into the center, a sharp faced stone creature, much like Armond, watched Wrenmae impassively. It spoke, and although the words were friendly, its tone was anything but. It wasn't threatening, simply void...as if there was nothing but barely stimulated amoral apathy.
It chilled the young mage.
"Erm, hi," he said at last, starting to extend a hand and then drawing it back, "My name is Wrenmae."
"Wrenmae," the Kirt answered him, "I see, you might call me Dorru if you'd like. It is a name I feel best serves the purpose of introductions."
Wrenmae nodded, looking to Armond or Common for help. Neither did.
"Why do you think we'd make a good pair?"
The Kirt motioned to Armond, "My cousin seems to recommend you, I need no reason beyond that."
"Ah," Wrenmae said, rubbing the back of his head. Honestly the creature's presence was paralyzingly large...especially for such a small being. It...was almost frightening. "What are your favorite activities?"
"Irrelevent," the Kirt answered, rolling its stone eyes, "I hardly imagine our worlds are similar enough to share passtimes, although I do enjoy a fair amount of violence." He looked the mage over, sighing, "Well...at least you're all intact...so we have something to work with."
"Erm, thank you for your time," Wrenmae said, rubbing the back of his head, "May I possibly speak to someone else?"
"Suit yourself," the Kirt said with a mirthless smile, "But you won't find a more suitable familiar."
"I..." Wrenmae paused, "If that's the case, I'll call to you again." The Kirt nodded and vanished into light, leaving the circle open again.
Wrenmae looked to Armond and then to Common, shrugging his shoulders, "Not quite my match...I think."
Common nodded at him, grumbling, already tired with the time it took to keep the portal open. He opened his mouth to speak, but another bright flash of light brought another being into the circle. This creature looked like water, a floating twisting body of water that swirled in and over itself, up and down. Wrenmae stared at it. There was no mouth...how would he speak to it?
"Hello!" A bright voice interrupted him, "Hey! Is this where the tryouts are?" It spun back into itself, out and over again. Wrenmae smiled.
"I'm looking for a companion, can you tell me what y-"
"Oh sure, that's easy stuff," The familiar beamed, bouncing around, "You can call me Zan, short for something longer, but that's not really important. I'm a Sarawanki and I need someone who's tired of the same ole same ole. Ya know? Someone more on the edge of life, you know? In the knooow. I can't be bored, no sir, I don't like sitting at rest. Tell you what, you think you can show me a good time and I'm yours...for realsies."
Wrenmae laughed, he couldn't help it. The ball of water was just...entertaining. The way it spoke, how its voice was the bright and shining bubble of optimism and adventure he needed. Normally shy, Wrenmae needed someone to kick him in the pants a few times to keep his progress up, keep him smiling. Why not?
"Hold that thought," Zan said, expanding out and then in again, "You may want to keep perusing around, ya know? Bouncing here and there in my world for a better match. S'all good, S'all fine. But I can't promise I'll stick around if you mosey on out. No time to buddy-boy, no time to be idle. So what will it be? Cruise outta here like a coupla chums or say our goodbysies now and part on a moderately disappointing note?"
Wrenmae was shocked silent, apparently not talking gave the other the right to blather on. That...wasn't all that bad. Not bad at all.
"Let's do it," Wrenmae said to Zan with a smile, "Let's see if you can keep up."
Common nodded, exasperated, drawing up the glyphing necessary to bind them, much in the way of the Great Oath. Wrenmae knew the risks...but what could harm water?
"My man," Zan said, slithering around the summoning circle, "Let's get rolling." With a flourish Common finished, his familiar Armond looking on dispassionately even...annoyed? Wrenmae didn't pay attention though, there was a click within him, a sudden swelling of energy, of connection.
He was more now than he had been before. There were two of him. Even as Armond and Common vanished into the distance, leaving in much the same mysterious way they'd appeared, Wrenmae did not feel alone, did not feel afraid. Zan was with him now, sinking down his throat to a safe nesting place in his stomach, a warm feeling.
This was someone he couldn't kill with his powers, his cursed mark, the missing piece he'd needed for so long. Friendship, family...and not the kind he'd kill simple by existing. |
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by Wrenmae on May 12th, 2012, 5:49 am 
Armond is the person bound to the familiar. The familiar wears the pants in this relationship. XD It will be interesting to see how you and your familiar progresses. 
