[Rattling Chains/Sanctuary] Another Way Home (Vanator)

Kavala discovers her dead brother very much alive among slavers having been traded off from the zith for more useful flesh.

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[Rattling Chains/Sanctuary] Another Way Home (Vanator)

Postby Kavala on October 19th, 2012, 5:26 pm

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They hadn't really... talked. Not since Vanator's first wife drove a rift between them. Kavala hadn't understood it. She'd wanted to like the woman, and have another sister to be close too. But the woman had wanted Vanator all to herself which had been a particularly difficult scenario when one was a first wife. And guarding him against a sister that one thought was a threat? Kavala had hated the woman upon first meeting and it had only gotten worse.

It had drove a rift between them that had only gotten worse with Bolden learning Vanator was his father and not his brother.

And so Kavala had left him to his life, understanding that things changed. People grew up and had their own problems. "I know Vanator. Believe me I know. Take all the time you need here and when you are ready, go ahead and start doing what you need doing. I'll give you the funds ahead of time for the armory so you can begin when you feel you want too whether it be this season or next or even the one after. Just, when you are ready. And not a moment before, okay?" She said softly. Kavala had no idea what Vanator had went through with the Zith, and unlike others she wouldn't refrain from asking him. She would ask him, because she understood unlike most others, that secrets festered and could kill you from within far easier than others could kill you with knives and spears and gossip.

When he asked about Akela, Kavala felt her eyes well with tears. "I miss her, Van. She was like my ultimate role model and the mother we got robbed of too young. But that Nikali mark was so harmful for her. When she came here she meshed to me with it and wanted to serve all my needs. My interests became her interests and she lost big pieces of who she was. I think she had to leave, ultimately, to work on her swordsmanship and exist away from us. To be her own person or at least find her own way. But Gods I miss her. I really do. And you know, in my heart of hearts I don't think she is alive anymore or at least not the person we once knew. If she is still out there, she's probably connected to someone, wanting to satisfy their needs, happy... " Kavala said, looking thoughtful.

Kavala wandered back to the hearth, poked at the fire to stir it back to life, and then settled on the couch leaving Van on his stool at the bar and his half empty plate. She knew he probably couldn't and shouldn't eat everything as hungry as they kept him as a prisoner if Zith reputations were to be believed. And he had lost weight, a lot of it, though he seemed to still have his muscle tone.

She stared into the fire for a moment, glanced at Vanator, and then slowly began talking. It was surprising for her, since she rarely confessed to anyone, either what she was thinking and what she was feeling. Kavala didn't have a real starting place, not really, but wandered a bit in her confessional. And almost instantly Vanator realized that's what it was. Ankal's were supposed to hear out their people. They were both sounding boards and confessionals and were trained to listen without judgement and to help their people unburden themselves when weighty things were on their mind.

And he realized the more she talked, that Kavala really had not told anyone anything about her life in years. And so she told him all about her slavery on the Sea of Grass. In graphic detail she outlined her capture and the third of the season what her life was like. She revealed to him being rescued by Riverfall and being placed in the Nakivak program. She told him of her first Talvis and how she'd put all her hopes and dreams on him and how he'd left her pregnant and alone. Then she'd had another Talvis, too soon after Tas' birth. And he'd shown up daily for her services, sometimes twice, and how that had ended with a brutal assault that had almost killed her but had ultimately freed her of her Nakivak status.

At that point she cried a little, namely because no one had ever asked her how she'd gotten free of it. Released by the Council because her Talvis had almost killed her. The tears were small ones and only shed because she'd came close to loosing her ability to care for Tasival.

Then she'd told him of being marked by Nysel, and being able to read Chavi's. And how as a Dreamwalker she'd discovered her past life and that she was born and raised to be a killer in an orgnazation called the Ruv'na that hated the gods... hated them with a passion. Crescent. Her name had been Crescent. And she'd been captured another Dreamwalker who had wiped her memories and planted new ones in her mind about having been raised by him and loving him and how he'd taken her as a wife and never gave her free will again. This didn't make her angry. It made her sad and she told Vanator why. The Cytali, the Dreamwalkers organization, was all she would have ever dreamed of being part of.

And she wanted it to live again, now that the Valterrian was passed. So she'd turned Sanctuary into a fortress, using the Djed storm to cover her activities and explain her paranoia. And she told him of how she learned magic, reimancy, and that' was how she'd built the whole place, hollowing it out of the cliff. She confessed to him how much she liked the magic, needed it, and how it had somewhat become her whole life at least until The Sanctuary was done. And she told him that original dreamwalker had been reborn again and was here, as Serrif, and that they were friends and he was going to help her rebuild the Cytali so they could use the Dreamwalking gifts to mine the past for more medical and magical information that had been lost throughout the years and via the Valterrian.

She kept rambling, telling him about the new breed of horses and how they'd all been born on the night of the djed storm and now they had shimmering iridescent coats and were super smart and that she was calling them The Denusk after the family she thought was all dead.

She got off track a few times, and sometimes she'd stop and say nothing.

Finally she told him about Ronan, how they'd met and connected and how she wanted desperately to love him, but he was so torn in all different directions. She told Vanator how Ronan had lost his family too and that since the Windsongs were gone, he'd shed his name and joined the Sunsingers, and the Watch and that there was nothing left for her, not really, and it broke her heart because she hoped at least this time there'd be someone for her.

Then she began to talk about Tasival, how gifted he was, and how worried she was that she wasn't doing a good job raising him. And that she was horribly worried that Tasival would have a terrible upbringing and resent her for not having a father or even a stable family.

Finally, she took a breath, paused, and stared at the hearth again.

"Now you know it all, Vanator." She said, turning to meet his gaze. "Tell me where you've been and what happened." She added. "You'll need to get it out. Believe me. Because if you don't, it will poison you alive from the inside out." She finished off, then finally paused. A full bell had gone by since she'd began talking.
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[Rattling Chains/Sanctuary] Another Way Home (Vanator)

Postby Vanator on October 20th, 2012, 1:40 pm

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Vanator leaned on the bar, the ardor with which he had eaten finally subsiding. He was beginning to feel human again, his belly more full than he could remember. His gaze raised again to Kavala, when he heard the pain in her voice as she spoke of Akela. Van was not as close to the their middle sibling, She and he more like bickering brothers. Nevertheless, It was like a final blow to Vanator when the swordswoman left the pavilion shortly after Kavala went to Mura. The absence of his half-sisters only added to the sorrow of losing the konti's mother, whom Van adored, and his very first wife, Tamar.

Vanator sighed heavily, watching Kavala move to the hearth. Then she began to speak. There was no pronouncement, no warning that he was about to hear all he had wanted to know about his sister, everything that had made the woman who she now was. It was much like it was in their youth, when they used to just talk. Like this.

As Kavala's tale unfolded, Vanator moved closer, quietly sitting near her and the hearth. He never interrupted, nor made any judgement, in gesture or sound, to anything she shared. Much of it was difficult to hear, and at times Van wanted to look away, unable to bear the pain in her eyes, or the thought of some terrible wrong she had suffered. But he never did. Soft brown eyes, gold flecks reflecting the fire's light, remained fixed on the konti, even as her own seemed lost in the retellings. The drykas sensed how much she needed him to listen without opinion or judgment. She needed him to understand. Vanator had not been there for her during any of it. So now, every fiber of his being was attentive to Kavala.

Van admitted to himself that his head swam when she spoke of Nysel and Chavi, dreamwalking and past lives and the man named Serrif. It was a phenomenal thing.

Her brother nodded as she talked about her Denusk horses, and her son. She mentioned her love for Ronan, the man whom had kissed his SecondWife Khiara. But he kept silent, nor did his face betray his displeasure. This was not about Khiara or Ronan, or even him.

There was a long moment after Kavala's last words faded. Vanator found himself staring into the fire then, processing all Kavala and told him. His gaze lifted to hers as she encouraged him to speak. He had spoken little during his year of enslavement, only to offer comfort for his fellow slaves. Even before that, he rarely shared his true heart, even with his wives or father. But now, in the quiet darkness, just he and Kavala, he believed he could. "I didn't know who you were anymore, Kavala. Now I do, thank you."

Van started to explain his life before he had known she was at Riverfall. He confessed his selfish and despondent wandering after all that had befallen the pavilion, about the foolhardy journey to Din to help retrieve a companion's stolen bow. It was a foolish act of pride that nearly got them all killed. He explained his tangled relationships, about Hex and Pygmy, about his secret love for Khiara, and the decision to marry Kashik. Vanator admitted his marriage was hasty, finding convenience in that it placated their father and extracted him from the mess he had created with the other women. But Kashik, for all her faults, had made it possible for him to fulfill his role and start a family. Vanator expressed his deep regret that the woman had driven a wedge between he and Kavala, how he held unforgiveness in his heart over it. Van continued, telling how they had found Khiara, sucicidal, in Riverfall on his last visit and how she came to join the marriage as SecondWife.

With sorrow he shared how Pygmy brought their twins, whom Kavala herself had delivered, to the pavilion so Vanator could see them. Their father rejected the illegitimate children. Pygmy left with his babies, never to see them again. Van confirmed his disappointment in Bolden's reaction to the truth about his father, and how Van regretted that he never had a chance to make it right with his true firstborn. He spoke about his son with Kashik, Zivatar, whom his sister had only seen once. Van paused, a lump had formed in his throat. His son, his heir was dead. He explained that he had found out Khiara was with child shortly before he was taken by the zith.

Van paused, his eyes hardening. There was one thing he had shared with no one. He revealed the encounter with a she-zith named Irriari. He had tricked her into sparring with him. While she was defenseless, he raped her. Vanator had thought it would finally avenge Tamar's death, which still felt unanswered no matter how many zith he killed. Instead, he only experienced incredible shame and self loathing at his act, a crime no better than one committed by a zith.

Then he told her of his captivity, he did not spare the details, for he had learned Kavala was no stranger to the kind of horrors he endured. He explained about the failed plan to breed human slaves within the colony, how he was fed better than the other slaves so he could provide healthy seed. He shared how he was forced to sleep with wretched human female slaves that were barely alive, who were too unhealthy to carry a child, if they could conceive at all. The female zith used him as well and, under his filthy tunic, his torso was a crisscross of scars left by their claws and teeth.

By then, Vanator's weary gaze was fixed on the fire, glassy and distant. After a breath, they refocused, and he turned to look at his sister. "Then you came along."

His hand reached out to touch hers, then he moved to her side, taking her again into an embrace. After a moment, he released her and stood by the hearth, relishing the dry heat and staring at the glowing embers.

"You are remarkable, Kav. I know your mother would be proud of you. I am."


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[Rattling Chains/Sanctuary] Another Way Home (Vanator)

Postby Kavala on October 22nd, 2012, 5:55 pm

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Halfway through his tale the Konti reached out and took his hand. Human hands used to feel strange to her, with their lack of scales and webbing. But Vanator's hand was familiar, comforting, and .... she was going to say calloused in all the right places where it should be, but that wasn't true. His digits and palm was smooth, unnaturally so for a Drykas who gripped the yvas a hundred times a day to swing up or wielded a great axe in defense. She dragged the pad of her thumb over his hand, curious, reassuring, and let him feel the callouses on her own hands.

His words washed over her and she felt pain in all that he'd been through. One felt disassembled when one became owned by someone else. When your actions were totally governed by another, something inherently damaged you in spirit. And it took a long time to heal. Kavala had always seen her brother as larger than life, but even the proud and driven were sometimes bowed even lower in situations like this.

It was hard hearing the things Vanator had to say, not only about his captivity but about his fallout with the Gods and life and their traditional ways. It was hard hearing her brother whom she'd always kept on a pedestal was prone to the same battle rage as other men were and had raped. It was also hard hearing that Pygmy's children had been rejected and that the little goat had gone on, no matter how difficult her personality could be, alone. Kavala didn't know Khiara's fate, but she doubted the Vantha would have stayed on the Grass without Vanator's presence. She'd never seemed to have fit in well with the rest of them.

"Vanator, its a lot to take in."
She said simply. "But I do know that the Denusks have never been perfect. All of us, to a whole, have fallen and crawled in the mud a while. I think it was your time. The weakest of us don't survive it. But those that do have a second chance. I don't think you liked yourself much during all of that... how could you? Our strength comes in doing things right and our long magical traditions. We're Sapphires. We belong in the earth a bit before we can shine." She said, her hands releasing him to gesture periodically, emphasizing what she was saying in the sign of their people with motions that meant honesty, integrity, and being asses.

"One thing I do know is that we need to live for our living. We need to live for ourselves. And we get free will to choose what kind of life that is. I hope you will choose well having seen both sides. But you aren't alone, for certain, and I am grateful beyond believe that you are here. I need you Van. I can't tell you enough how much. And you'll see, when your ready, that there is a whole host of others that need you as well. I am not the Leader you are. I honestly am not. But there are a lot of folks here that look to me for such things. It would be nice if they had others to look to as well. You were born to be an Ankal, and groomed from a child to make correct decisions and do the best for the most. I know it weighs heavy on children. But we aren't kids anymore. We could really use your skills around here when you've rested, relaxed and had sometime to regroup and mourn. I'm sorry I had to be the one to tell you about the Djed Storm. I'm sorry I have no information about anyone at all being left. But I'll pray to the Gods, as I have been doing, and maybe one by one some of our family will come home. You did. You were the one, out of all of them, even above Akela, I wanted to see and to know was alive and well."
She said firmly, wanting him to believe her.

Kavala wrapped her arms around him and hugged him tight. She kissed his cheek and whispered softly in his ear, for only him to hear. "And I forgive you your transgressions in the name of our family. I think I am the only one left so that means it falls to me anyhow. Will you someday forgive yourself?" She asked, pulling back so she was once more sitting beside him.
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[Rattling Chains/Sanctuary] Another Way Home (Vanator)

Postby Vanator on October 23rd, 2012, 1:07 pm

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Vanatar let Kavala slip his hand into hers. The only hands he had held for four seasons had been the weak human hands of dying slaves, or the restraining grip of the taloned Zith. How long had it been since he had known the comforting touch of the konti hand in his? While others would find the sensation foreign, to the Denusk man, her calloused, scale-clad hand was a placating balm to his spirit.

Vanator had learned so much in the past couple of bells. He knew some of the things Kavala had shared, weaknesses and horror stories, lives lived in the past that had manifested in this one, had been carefully guarded from most others, some things maybe only he now knew. But knowing them made him love and appreciate her more, because he felt like he finally knew her again. She was right, the Denusks were far from perfect, and he himself a prime example. At least now, brother and sister could share in their imperfections, be the strength to the other's weakness. Besides, before he was a leader under his father, and she built up the Sanctuary, a young Vanator had watched over his sister, and a young Kavala had consoled her brother.

Vanator returned his sister's embrace with warm strength, a hand resting on the platinum hair at the back of her head. Kavlala's softly spoken words of redemption, uttered by the one Van believed he had disappointed beyond reconciliation, felt like cleansing rain over his soul. Whether he could forgive himself...well...maybe not that day. But Kavala's encouragement gave him the strength to try.

The embrace ended, and Van flashed the sign for gratitude. "Thank you Kavala, from more than anyone, I needed to hear that from you." A hand, the fingers still unwashed, ran through the dusty locks of his mane. He looked over at Kavala, studying the familiar features of her mother's race. "I have to start over Kav. It can be seen as a gift or a curse. My heart aches for the one's we've lost. But really, I had lost them a long time ago, I had already mourned for them. Perhaps I have paid the price for my arrogance, or for my neglect of the will of the gods. Hopefully my penance has been paid. I count it a blessing that it was you who found me, that I find myself here, in this amazing place you have built. Maybe others will be guided here as well. What ever divine being brought us together, I am eternally grateful. I miss being your big brother." Again, a small smile lit his face, and he leaned over and gently bumped his shoulder against hers.
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Postby Kavala on October 24th, 2012, 7:27 pm

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She smiled at her brother, took his hand once more and then released it giving him his space. "I know a lot about starting over. It seems I do it here a lot. It's amazing how easy it is to make a mistake and how hard it is to always do the right thing." She added, looking thoughtful. Kavala was constantly reinventing herself, redefining her life, and starting over.

"And now that we've talked and you've eaten... would you be opposed to going to help me build a cow barn later today? Maybe after a nap? You look like you could use one. I don't say that lightly. I know how tired I was after... after all that happened to me. And you'll need to be rested to help. It involves hauling a lot of rubble around by a wheelborrow, and dumping it in the right place - even hammering it together - then putting a stone building up? It's not hard. I can show you how easy it is, Vanator." Kavala said, deciding they just needed a project to get going. Kavala suspected that she'd have a hard time wrapping his brain around solid buildings, but after the damage the Djed Storm did to everyone they knew and their family, he might understand a bit better now.

With that, she left him promising to be back in a few bells to see if he was up to giving her a hand.
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[Rattling Chains/Sanctuary] Another Way Home (Vanator)

Postby Vanator on January 29th, 2013, 3:03 pm

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Before Kavala left him, Vanator kissed her platinum hair and whispered a heartfelt thank you. His sister knew him well, knew that he had been overwhelmed by circumstance and information. The Drykas man needed something earthy, simple, tangible and productive to ground himself. He was tired, but the prospect of working on something physically demanding, in the open air, appealed to the man. Freedom and revelation came with a taxing exhaustion, Van's mind reeling from all Kavala had told him. Perhaps part of him had not fully grasped the fact that he would not wake up tomorrow in a corner of a Zith's chamber, chained to the wall, as he had for almost four seasons.

After the Konti had left the Commons, her brother downed another glass of wine in one long draught, scarfing up what remained of the food. Stretching out on one of the couches, Vanator looked up at the vaulted stone ceiling, dimly lit with the orange cast of the hearth fire. It was patterned and laced with precious elements, and he marveled at its beauty. Soothed by wine, fatigued and mentally wearied, heavy lids slid over gold-flecked hazel eyes, and Van fell into his first deep sleep in a year. He did not wake until Kavala returned.
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Postby Kavala on February 11th, 2013, 6:36 am

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She woke him exactly three bells later with renewed enthusiasm and a gusto to get started on the cow barn. Her hands clutched at the plans, which was only for a simple stone building formed of four walls and a slant roof. She waltzed through his door without bothering to knock and sat down on the edge of his bed to grin at him bouncing a little to make sure he was awake.

"I brought the plans, Vanator! You need to frame up the building. I know we still have wood left. And once you frame it I can stone the walls up so the cows stay nice and cool in the summer and warm in the winter. I think we need it built into the ground a bit so if it gets really cold we can put a pot belly stove in the barn and heat part of it if necessary. We could burn the old cow chips in it." She said with a smile, then reached out to gently shake his shoulder.

"Vanator? You awake? I let you sleep three hours! Three.... and checked on the twins twice. They are doing well. Very well." It was as if unloading on him, telling him all those personal things about herself - suddenly freed her up to be that pesky little sister again, the one that always restricted his sleep with her antics.

She was smiles and laughter and gone was the brooding adult stranger he didn't know. Her smile was knowing and she felt almost familiar again, if not more than a little further grown up than he remembered. She as taller, bulkier from the combat she'd learned, and definitely in good shape due to working the horses and slaving around The Sanctuary. She was thin from not eating and paler than she used to be burned a deep tan from Syna's unsheltered light on the Sea of Grass. And her hair was a richer translucent color, not washed out completely by the sun as well.

She looked... lighter for some reason... in her spirit as she laughed and threatened to go get water to wake him up properly.
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[Rattling Chains/Sanctuary] Another Way Home (Vanator)

Postby Vanator on February 19th, 2013, 1:55 pm

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Vanator slept like a hibernating bear. No nightmares, no discomfort from sleeping on sack filled with moldy hay. And he was awakened not by his head being yanked up by its hair, or a kick to his ribs, or a clawed hand squeezing his genitals while a pointed tongue poked his ear. The newly freed slave awoke to the sound of something he had not awakened to in years...the sound of Kavala's voice.

For a moment he was carried back to the days in the pavilion, when he and Kavala were younger, not only siblings but companions and friends. As she dragged him from his sleep with an excited voice and a persistent nudging, her brother actually smiled as his eyes cracked open. To see her sitting on the edge of his bed, azure eyes that only bells earlier were clouded with troubling thoughts and sober discussions now dancing with a new light, dispelled much of her brother's sorrows. Kavala was going on about the barn, its design and his task in its construction, all a bit lost on the rousing man.

"Alright alright...hold up Kav,"
Van rubbed his eyes and twisted his head until his neck cracked, then smiled up at his sister. She was even more fit than when he had seen her over a year ago, corded muscle rippled under her light skin, the scales now more visible than when her hide bore a deeper tan, her mane even more silvery. Permanent settlement had altered her appearance, as had the hard life she had forged for herself.

Vanator too had been kept from his precious grasslands, and the lack of Syna's kiss on him left his skin a lighter hue, his hair more brown than gold. His muscles had been employed daily, and retained their defined mass, but any padding Vanator's hearty Drykas diet had given him was consumed by his body as it sought to maintain his stamina on the meager meals the Zith offered. His frame was leaner, revealing the contour of every muscle. Lack of proper nutrients left a yellowish cast to his skin, and a hollowness to his eyes.

But those gold-flecked brown irises now beamed with new life.

Vanator sat up and climbed out of the bed, still clad in the clothes Kavala had lent him. "Frame up a stone building, huh? Couldn't be much different that setting up the frame for a pavilion I suppose." He slipped borrowed boots onto his feet and stood. "Let me see your plans." Van took the designs from Kavala and looked over the schematics as he began to stride out of the room, ready to get his mind on something constructive. "Looks like we have some digging to do first." Looking back, he grinned broadly at the Konti. "Well? Come on sis, the cows aren't going to build this themselves." Then he flashed Kavala a wink.
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Postby Kavala on May 27th, 2013, 5:05 pm

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Kavala laughed as Vanator unrolled the plans. Her designs were carefully plotted, but simplistic. She had a touch of architecture in her as she laid out what was in essence a simple cow barn. They wouldn't need that many cattle, just enough to give milk for the facility, and perhaps two or three more to slaughter yearly for food. As such, the barn was only thirty feet by fifteen feet with a set of doors that would close up against bad weather. It was partially built down into the ground, for added coolness in the winter and warmth in the summer.

All they would really need to do was frame a simple square building up that Kavala could then coat with stone. They had plenty of wood left from the djed storm, so big beams were sitting waiting as well as a small treadwheel crane borrowed from the city for The Sanctuary's rebuilding.

All they needed to do was dig the corner posts holes, dig the posts for the support beams along the edge, lay the posts and cross beams, fasten it all together by drilling holes and putting in lag bolts, and then cover it with stone. The project itself looked simple, even if it was a permanent structure and not one of the Grasslander Tents.

"What do you think? Can we do it?" Kavala asked, knowing if they successfully built the cow barn, she'd get the pig shelter up and the goat complex as well.
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[Rattling Chains/Sanctuary] Another Way Home (Vanator)

Postby Vanator on May 28th, 2013, 1:33 pm

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The designs were simple enough that even the architecturally inept Drykas could get the gist of it. It was not much different than setting up a pavilion, only that the frame would be covered in stone rather than fabrics. He turned his head to Kavala with a wry grin on his face. "You drew this up?" His head lifted to examine the room, shaped out of solid rock by what he had discovered to be Kavala's own reimancy. "What all did they teach you in Mura?" He kidded.

Looking again at the drawings, Van nodded. "Hai yes we can do this..." He added with enthusiasm, his confidence inspired more by the opportunity to do something productive than in any ability of his own to construct a permanent structure. He reached over to squeeze his sister's arm, feeling the sinewy, lean muscle that rested beneath her scarred skin. "...now that these little flimsy things have some meat on them!" Van Then leaned over to kiss his sister on the forehead, a gesture that meant more than she could know, and then rolled up the plans again and handed them back to Kavala.

The pair made their way from Within to the surface of the Sanctuary, Vanator squinting a bit as his eyes grew accustomed to the sun. Syna's smile was something he had rarely seen over the past seasons, and the kiss of her rays upon his skin only helped to invigorate the man's spirit. He surveyed the grounds, the various projects in work, the piles of supplies and material, and the contraption with a large wooden wheel and long arm.

"Show me where you plan to put this barn...and point me to a shovel."
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