Flashback [Denusk Pavilion] Where do we go from here? (Kavala)

[Delani Denusk]

Winter 45, 494

Living with her aunt and uncle wasn't much different from living with her father. The two had been very supportive thusfar since Malkar's death and the promise Eachann had made to take her to Stardown some time still dwelled in her mind. But so too did her sire.

Delani laid across her striders back, winter clothes donned and a warm blanket draped across the mare to help keep her warm in the biting wind that blew that night. It was midwinter and only two months had passed since her fathers death, leaving the teen parentless and feeling slightly lost. The support of others in the Denusk pavilion was nice, but Malkar had always been a driving force in her life, especially after mother died. And now...

The girl sighed, trying to ignore the icy cold that yearned to seep through her snow-coated clothing and lure her down the path of pneumonia. It was numbingly cold; and she was glad for it. It numbed the ache she felt, plump features fixed on the flicker of the protective fires seen through the grass, guarding the pavilion from predators.

She felt the mare's tail swish against her left calf and the teen's eyes lowered to the grey and white mane. "Are you cold, girl? I can take you back in if you want; I don't really want to be around aunt Nadra right now. She keeps trying to get me to learn to quilt. I'm not really interested in that at this time, but I don't have the heart to say so to her. She and uncle have been so..." She trailed off, turning her head on her side and looking off to the tents further on in their cluster. The mare snorted and pawed the ground with one hoof but kept herself still otherwise, content and patient to be the support for the girl on her back.

The teen felt the tears rising to the surface again but chose not to fight them this time, only biting her cheek to keep her teeth still and sniffling at bay. "I miss him." One hand drew across her nose to wipe the moisture that could quickly freeze off. "I miss him..."

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[Kavala]

The Konti bundled up in her furs and shot her father's wife a scowl. She did what she was told, but Kavala didn't have to like it. Nadra had given orders. Find her cousin. Bring her back. It was time to quilt. Denali was always sulking off. Someone was always trying to go find her... or rather send Kavala out into the cold to find her. Delani needed space. Delani needed support. Delani just lost her father. Delani this. Delani that. How about getting over all of it already? The young konti took a step forward and almost tripped over the lip of the pavilion. She paused, glanced around to make sure no one noticed, and slipped into an adjacent tent where her young colt was pawing the ground. She couldn't take Windsong out yet. He wasn't large enough to ride, so she swung a fur pad on an older gelding that served as her mount and then fastened on a yvas.

Kavala felt so awkward. Delani wouldn't have tripped over the threshold of the pavilion. Delani wouldn't have to use the mounting block because she was too short to swing up on the tall strider who was assigned to be her mount. Delani had bonded with a horse that was old enough to ride. Not Kavala. Kavala had only earned her windmarks this year... after sixteen years of the entire family thinking she'd never bond due to her white skin and konti blood.

Kavala was perhaps a bit rough kneeing the older gelding out of the barn tent and into the weather. Delani better not be far. She followed the freshly marked snow and found her cousin lounging on her strider as if she were lounging on a bed.

"That's not the way you ride a horse." Kavala said, brushing her errant white hair out of her eyes as the wind kicked up. "It's freezing out here. What in the world are you doing? Nadra is looking for you. Something about quilting." Kavala said, wrinkling her nose and tucking her furs around her.

Kavala wanted to like her cousin, she really did, and the konti didn't mind she'd come to live with the Pavilion. But did she have to be so... perfect? Nadra never asked her to quilt. Nadra never even really looked at Kavala. Only her father took time for her. And now that time looked seriously severed in half and split between her and her cousin now. Because Delani needed attention... love... understanding.

Kavala had lost her mom only a season ago. And no one remembered. No one cared. Her mother died falling from a horse... a shame that clung to Kavala like a curse. She hadn't had a father die.... Not like Delani. Not honorably in a way that was tragic. Kavala's mother was a third wife, not an Ankal in her own right, and the young Konti was still filled with anger about it.

"You are going to freeze out here. Worse yet, you are going to freeze your strider." Kavala said, her voice a bit critical. Even then she sat her strider awkwardly, the thought of her mother falling to her death never having left her since the day her father told her... fear. She was afraid.

[Delani Denusk]

The girls eyes drifted up to mares ears when she saw one of them flick behind her. Her distracted mind had neglected to hear the muffled approach of Kavala and the gelding and it punished her in the insulting tone other gave to her. Dela' pursed her lips and turned her face towards the Konti mixed blood but did not straighten from the horses back.

"Does it look like we're moving?" She said spitefully, giving the horse a with three fingers and turning eyes away again to look back into the grasses and the firelight flickering somewhere out there. Kavala clearly had more to say, however, indicating the very thing the teen was currently avoiding. "I know. I don't want to quilt tonight. I wish she'd stop insisting I learn it."

The wind blew again, tugging at the fur-lined clothes and blanket and making the lass and horse shiver in tandem. It was then that Delani sat up and slid off of the mare, giving her side another pat as she turned towards the other and the pavilion in turn. "And why do you care anyways?" That spiteful tone came out intentionally or not, those far too perceptive eyes boring in on Kavala.

A roar rose from the darkness somewhere behind them and the girl turned, staring into the dark in the direction it had come from, listening. When one called, more answered. The roaming night lion prides weren't as bad as the glassbeak packs, but they were still a prevalent threat. At least they could be more easily subdued than the flightless killers that stalked them. Just as she thought on this, another roar rose, and then two more, echoing across the plains for many long moments before one of the calls was abruptly cut off, dissolving into death thralls. Such was the way of life in the Sea.

But Kavala spoke again, pulling her thoughts back to the present, and with it a surge of anger at the Konti on the gelding. "Excuse me?" She snapped.

"I know how to take care of her better than you do. Who bonded you? An immature foal who probably mistook you for a tasty salt lick." The words were out before she could contain both them and her temper. Delani wasn't often angry, and certainly didn't pick fights, but it was offensive to be told something like that! As though she didn't know how to take care of the mare! "If I didn't trust her sustainability, there's no way I would've brought her out. They're tougher than they look, if you had cared to learn." She touched her striders side again and started to walk towards the tents, muttering something under her breath as she passed, it was more than spiteful, and fueled by the same anger that Kavala had sparked.

"What can you expect, though...you're not a real Drykas. Look what happened to your mother." Dela was just being bitter now, her reverie interrupted by the Ankals daughter, third wife child or not, and the ten taking it out on her instead of keeping it to herself.

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[Kavala]

Kavala knew she'd been the one to set the tone of this encounter. Even as the gelding shifted in response to Delani sliding off the mare and looking around. Kavala wove her fingers into the strider's mane, holding on and trying to be unobtrusive about it. When she tilted her head at the sound of the Night Lions' roar, Kavala could sympathize with them. She wanted to roar back, join in their sad lonely hunting calls. At least they were keeping track of their own kind, worrying about their pride.

With Delani, it was always something completely different.

"I _don't_ care. Except Nadra forced me to leave the warmth of the fire to find you. She wants you to quilt. Not me. Not ever. Just you. I've known her my whole life, since father married her, and she teaches me next to nothing... unless you count how to peel potatoes. My kind doesn't need to know. You should be flattered she wants to gift you with her skill so you can marry well, maybe even be a first wife." Kavala said, knowing it was true. Delani was pretty. She had the right color of hair, the right strength, and even her riding ability was far superior to what the konti's was. To be able to lay along a horses' back and not worry what the horse would do...

The Konti clenched her teeth in jealousy.

Kavala barely heard what Delani said next. But when the words finally did register, she winced. "I know plenty about horses. Windsong is a fine boy. He'll grow. And I can ride him much earlier than you'd be able too with that fat ass of yours. Probably as a yearling or a two year old. Just you wait and see.. it all depends on when his knees finish fusing." She said in Windsong's defense more than her own. Delani wasn't fat, not at all, but she was a tall strong beautiful Dyrkas girl - the kind the boys wanted because they would make strong mothers and not perish in childbirth - essentially everything Kavala wanted to be and was not.

Kavala wanted to mess up the pretty in her face a bit... a nice black eye would satisfy her need for revenge. But the Konti knew Delani would half kill her if she started a fight. Toe to toe it would be no contest. She had to resort to words instead. "My mother might be dead, but my father and brothers aren't. That's more than you can say for the 'men' of your line. Food for the vultures, that's all they are. I'm sorry you were so unlucky to be Malkar's girl. Not even any brothers to watch over you. Sad. I've got two. Vanator would never let anything happen to Eachann. Bolden is the same way." She said, sitting a little straighter on the tired old gelding, feeling clever at her barb.

"Where are you going anyhow? Back? I thought you didn't want to quilt." Kavala said, confused slightly for a moment. The older girl was hard as Semele's heart to figure out. If she didn't want to quilt, why go back anyhow?

[Delani Denusk]

The brunette rolled her eyes at Kavala again, pausing in her escape to look back at the other. "Have you ever bothered asking her to teach you something?" She tried to interject this before the other remarked further on marrying. "Oh please, me? Marry? I was the daughter of the youngest brother; I may be smarter than you, but I'm hardly prettier. The boys don't look at me that way; besides I don't really want to marry, no matter how hard Nadra may try to get me to."

She let it go and started back to the tents again. There was no real desire to seek Nadra out for quilting; she just didn't want to be around the konti any further. No sense getting into a fight, whether she felt she could beat her or not. Dela just wanted to be left alone right now, let her grieve. Eachann was letting it happen, knowing that when Delani was training and working, she was fully focused on that and that alone. He knew the girl still cried, but it was done in private, away from the rest of the pavilion. And that was all okay.

But here was Kavala digging at the scab, digging, digging, digging, until it finally ripped free and brought the blood bubbling back to the surface once more. It wasn't the muttering; Delani knew she was heavier than some of the others in the family, knew she wasn't an eyecatch like Kava was. And that was fine. She could handle the snip of big buttedness. What she couldn't handle was the degradation the sixteen year old dared of her parents and lack of siblings. Her hands balled up at her sides, tightening into fists.

She's not worth it, Dela'... She almost heard her fathers name whispering in her mind; almost hear her mother urging her to turn the other cheek. They were right, she should. It would be easier to just walk away, let it go....

But I can't.

Delani turned back towards Kavala and stepped to the gelding, reaching quickly for the other teens leggings and waist to drag her off the worn old horse. If it went as planned, she'd throw her to the ground, hoping her greater weight would do the work for her. She'd follow suit by sitting on the konti's midriff and raising one of those previously clamped hands, as though to strike her.

"Cocky little shyke, it isn't my fault I have no siblings. It isn't my fault mother was not as strong as father." She tightened her fingers, leaning back a little more, readying to hit. "It was not my fault father married no other to give him a son. He only had me! ME! Maybe if I'd learned more, I could've been there to help him! It was just them..." She bared her teeth, twisting a little, thighs tight to keep her balanced. "Why are you so mean, Kavala? I'm not mean to you." The tears were back, that ache that still lay under the surface, but was slowly settling deeper as time went on. At least, until someone dragged it back to the surface. "...Am I? Why do you want to be mean to me?"

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[Kavala]

Kavala wrinkled her nose at Delani's impertinent question. "Of course I've asked. Don't be moldy grass, Delani. There's just nothing she wants to teach me. Everyone, including father, thinks I should only have a short list of things I know how to do. And all of that list includes things I'm terrible at. I don't want to weave. My fingers find it so hard. I hate needlecraft. I want to learn medicine, like my mother. Tamar teaches me a little, and I'm thankful for that, but Nadra won't. She's too ....." Kavala said, finishing off with a very rude grassland gesture meant to describe a fowl odor. Kavala knew also that Tamar wasn't truly a good rolemodel because she was slated to be Vanator's wife and half the family frowned upon how close the two girls were getting because Kavala's influence over her brother grew slightly the closer she became to Vanator's future wife. And Konti weren't supposed to have influence at all, even on a small scale, for they gave nothing to the pavilion unless they knew something of value. Medicine was something Kavala should have been learning, but there was no one among the Denusks that could now teach her, except Tamar and her smattering of herbalism. So truly the Konti was a fish out of water unless she was traded off as a third wife to another pavilion with a healer who could teach her or sent to Mura to learn medicine.

Drykas politics were tough.

But Kavala's mouth was worse. She kept running it, kept driving Delani closer and closer to the edge until her anger snapped. The Konti could pinpoint the exact moment she said too much. The rest was something of a blur. Unhorsing the Konti, who could barely ride as it was, actually wasn't a great feat at all. Being knocked flat and sat on wasn't too much of a challenge either. Kavala was already on the verge of angry tears when the wind was knocked out of her with her graceless fall which didn't land her on her feet but on her ass. The gelding, as if agreeing with Delani, sidestepped placidly and gave the two girls room. With Delani on her, Kavala was even more winded, with only her legs being able to move. Kavala was slight though, far frailer than the human girl, and Delani had no trouble pinning her down.

Pinned down and staring up at Delani's fist, the konti felt afraid suddenly. It was one thing to display bravo on the back of a big strong horse... okay, perhaps not so big and strong, but the broken down old gelding was enormous in Kavala's eyes. It was entirely something different to be face to face with someone and keep up the harassment.

Tears leaked out of the corner of her eyes. Even in this, Delani was superior. It was as if a dam broke in Kavala's heart and she started crying. The Konti didn't understand the nature of jealousy. She'd never been jealous before Delani came. The emotion hit her hard, like a ton of bricks, and she had no words to describe what it was she was feeling.

Kavala arched her back, her scales growing a greenish grey under Delani's weight, and gasped for breath, making the scarf around her neck flare slightly as her gills got involved too. Delani's weight felt like it was crushing her, but it really wasn't a physical weight on her at all doing the damage. It was an emotional barrage inside of her.

She started talking... half sobbing, half babbling... being completely incoherent. She was afraid of Delani's fist, of Delani's perfection, and of what Delani being here meant to her and her status.

It was the sobbing of a child, which was what Kavala was. The two girls might have been the same age physically, but Kavala was nowhere near puberty in her mind. Konti had no mensus to mark their physical maturity, and the Drykas had so few of the Konti women among them that no one could have explained it to the Denusk Pavilion if they tried... not since Kavala's mother was lost.

Kavala was a child, so very painfully young, even though her hips curved and her breasts were filling out just like a human teens would be at her age she wasn't mature. At sixteen most of the Drykas women were married off and a great many of them had children of a year or two old by then. The Konti, as a race, mimicked humanity, but they were not human. Delani was at least twice Kavala's age in mentality. She was fighting with a child, someone more like an eight year old, rather than a sixteen year old, and no one in the Denusk Pavilion understood that.

And Kavala did what any eight year old would do. She began sobbing hysterically, babbling incoherently, and getting so upset that she was making herself physically ill.

"You're human. You're perfect." This was punctuated by a sobbing gasp that had turned Kavala's face slightly purpleish green and transformed her lovely young face into a wreck. "Everyone loves you. Everyone praises you. Delani this.. Delani that....let her mourn, she needs time.... She'll be fine, look how strong she is... look how pretty... who should we marry her too.... Denali can ride. Delani can hunt. Delani knows the weather. Ask Delani." The Konti was hiccuping now, which didn't add anything to her physical appeal.

The flow of tears increased, so too did the pitch of Kavala's voice which broke a few times involuntarily. Most of the human children's voices changed between around age ten on, but Kavala was obviously going through it much much later than humans did. As she cried, and spat out words, she had true problems phonating between chest and head, with her voice breaking up in between.

"When my mother died... no one let me cry." Kavala shrieked and would have hit Delani if Delani hadn't had her arms pinned to her sides while she was sitting on her. "But let DELANI CRY. Let Delani mourn. Not Kavala, never that. Your father died honorably. My mother was killed by one of those foul beasts." Kavala said, jerking her head off to the side and glaring daggers at the old gelding. "I hate them. I hate you. Let me go." She squirmed, screamed again, and tried lifting her head to bite at Delani, who was decidedly out of reach. "You are so perfect. So human. And you hate everything about it. I've just always wanted to be human, so they'd love me more, pay more attention to me, let me learn things, maybe even foster me out to another pavilion so I can learn medicine. But it's not possible... not now... not because I have scales. I hate scales! And I hate you. I wished you would have died with your father!" The Konti sobbed, gave one last kick, then settled beneath Delani.

She seemed to turn away, tilting her head sideways. She couldn't hider her tears from Delani, but she could give herself a tiny bit of privacy and turn her head to the side to cry into the soft grass she lay upon. Only her shoulders shook, from the sobs she bit down and tried to control.

[Delani Denusk]

Dela certainly didn't understand why the other teen was acting so infantile; she behaved akin to a spoiled brat as opposed to a pretty young maiden ripe for the choosing. This...girly thrashing was weird, to say the least.

But then the thrashing dissolved into tears and heartfelt sobs as the Konti let it all out. Her color changing was abnormal enough, and under other circumstances might have solicited investigation by the drykas maiden; but now was not the time to ask Kavala about it. Now was a time for listening...and sympathy.

"Kavala..." Dela tried, but the other went on, laying it all out there until the drykas lass felt a deep pang of guilt rise in her belly to seed within her chest. It was only when the other finally stopped flailing and turned her head away that the girl rolled off her and sat on the frigid ground, legs slightly apart with knees raised and both arms wrapped loosely around them. It took a long moment of consideration before Delani found the words to speak, testing the waters as it were.

"Kavala, you shouldn't think such things, about me or anybody in the family. It just makes your life miserable if you're always chasing the bad and never looking at the good. You're a lot prettier than I am, you know. I don't draw the boys, on account of my fat ass." She grinned, though it was half-hearted. The truth was, she was stung by the others admonition, but the only way past that thorn was to pull it out. Talking helped.

"And the horses aren't foul, Kavala. Maybe you just don't understand them yet. And that's okay. It's okay to not understand, so long as you try to learn. I wish you wouldn't hate me, though...nor wish that I'd died ins fathers place. That's a very mean thing to say, eventhough I know you're upset." Dela' looked sideways at the crying Konti and moved a foot to gently nudge at her hip. "I'm sorry I pulled you from your horse and for saying what I did about your mum. That was cruel and undeserved. I'm just troubled right now, okay? I don't like the attention they're giving me, and would happily exchange it for some real alone time."

That gave her an idea then, Delani staring down at Kava as she considered it. "Why don't you come with me sometime? I'd be happy to teach you some of what I know. Not that it's much. Heh, my knowledge is kind of eclectic. But every little bit counts, right? And then, while we're out, you can cry too. Nobody has to know but you, me, and the horses. And that's okay. Maybe we can find something special to do for your mother, too. You clearly love and miss her; it's only right that we honor her." Her sincerity was clear. The teen wasn't known for deceit or discouragement. Her lust for knowledge made her outgoing nature ideal. It was easier to learn something new if you were nice to the people you asked. "We'll grieve together."

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[Kavala]

Kavala kept crying, even though her cousin was speaking. Her face was turned away, eyes gazing into the distance. There was nothing Delani could change to soften her humiliation or all the secrets that the Drykas girl had somehow lanced from her soul like a healer cutting into an infection and letting it drain.

Even in Kavala’s hurt, Delani was doing the right thing, and she was no healer.

But the Konti was feeling better, somehow, lighter as if the burdens on her soul were too heavy for one young konti to bear alone. Even though Delani was probably the last person Kavala wanted to know what was truly in her heart, now that she did know it, things weren’t quite _so_ bad. Yet, as in all things, the crying continued… only it had muted to a gentle sob that was punctuated by hiccups as the young konti listened to the other woman.

Delani wanted to be alone? Delani was sorry for saying what she did about Kavala’s mother? Kavala blinked, tilted her head back up and met Delani’s eyes. Was that a true apology or just lip service? Adults told the Konti what she wanted to hear a great deal, but it was usually chased by the terms “later…” or “when I have time…”. Can I learn…. “Sure, but later… “… the waited for the clarification that didn’t come from her cousin.

“I.. I don’t hate you. I hate that you are so perfect.” She managed to get that out between hiccups. “Maybe not in your eyes, but in everyone else’s eyes its like you are a rare horse or a precious gem. Everyone says it. Your father’s blood survives in you. You will bring that blood back to the Drykas. The boys already watch you. Father has already had like ten offers for you. People want you around.” Kavala admitted, wiggling her fingers where Delani had them pinned to her side before the girl had released her.

“The horses – are - foul. I would like them a lot more if they just liked me. They don’t. I can tell.” Kavala said stubbornly, though she did sit up when Delani nudged her hip with her boot and then got shakily to her feet. Kavala wiped her face on her sleeves and stared up at the gelding who seemed impossibly too tall for her to get on without finding a rock or something else to stand on. She naturally blamed the horse, not her own height, for its tallness.

But when she turned back to her cousin, already resolved to walk back, she paused as it soaked in what Delani was saying. Delani would show her a few things? Really? The offer was almost too tempting, too unbelievably what Kavala wanted to be true. She searched her cousins face for ulterior motives, but there was nothing but sincerity written in Delani’s eyes. Kavala found no pity there either. Pity was what she sometimes saw in her own father’s eyes. Too Konti. Too fragile for the Grasslands. How many times had her own father summoned Vanator and had him watch over his younger sister so she didn’t get hurt? How many times did Kavala end up sitting quietly outside some strange pavilion while Vanator ‘visited’ only because she was ordered by her father to stick close to him. Nobody ever wanted to visit her, no have her visit, as some of the young people always did. Vanator had more than one child, that was for sure, but he was the apple of Lach’s eyes for it. No one would even give Kavala a second look. She’d bring nothing but more useless mouths to feed onto the Pavilion. Whereas Delani, Kavala assumed, had been propositioned a great deal.

“You’d do that for me?” Kavala asked, curious and half excited, not wanting to trust her cousin, but not sure why she shouldn’t. “I … what would you teach me?” She asked, knowing right now anything would be better than what she knew, which was simply how to clean and take care of the pavilion around them. “I… could help you too. I know lots of stuff.” Kavala said, though the truth was she knew very little. She had big ideas on things, but most of her ideas were impossible to carry out when fruit wasn’t in season or the snow wasn’t flying and keeping them all pavilion bound.

“I’m sorry I said that stuff about you and your father. I know he was a really good man and I don’t wish you dead. I really don’t. I just wish you were a little lesss… of what you are.” She finished lamely, feeling overwhelmed. This nice Delani wasn’t one she’d expected to see. In truth, Kavala had spent little time really getting to know Delani. She’d been fixated on what she’d overheard about Delani more so than what was actually the truth. This Delani was a nice person, not perfect, but pretty darn pleasant to be around. Kavala wondered if there wasn’t something to that.

[Delani Denusk]

"Perfect?" The young lady laughed, tossing her head back in amusement. "I'm hardly perfect, Kavala. If that's what they see when they look at me, then they're more blind than a mole." Dela certainly didn't see herself as perfect, that much they could agree on. Her believing the adults thought she was was troubling, though and for a moment, the teens eyes drifted to the tents that beckoned with their firepit warmth and homey comforts. "And the boys do not look at me." Or maybe it was that the girl was fairly oblivious to them, not hearing or seeing the approaches. She wasn't the most fair, hardly the prettiest compared to her Cousin (or even her aunt).

Dela was somewhat thicker than others her age, heavier than would have been normal. She didn't eat any more than the rest, she just retained weight more easily (a fact that would partly save her life in later years). "I don't see them wanting someone that can outsmart them." The girl shrugged slightly before laughing again at the Konti. "Like I said, you just don't understand them, and maybe they don't understand you. You're just different and different isn't that bad, Kavala. Different is just another word for unique." The sign for the word was simple but beautiful in itself. One hand capped the other to grab her raised index finger and then "pull" the other hand upwards. It looked a bit like a tree growing.

Standing once her cousin had, the girl brushed her palms against her sides and rubbed dirt from her backside as she watched the other stare up at the too-tall gelding. But too soon the other was turning to face her and Dela could see in her eyes the belief in what she had said. "Well, yes, I would, Kavala. You're family, remember? You may be different in a sense, but you're still family." She stepped up and without request, embraced the slighter femme in a tight hug. It was quick and polite and Dela stepped back just as quickly, smiling kindly.

"Well, I don't know. I've been studying geography lately. Perhaps I can convince uncle to let us follow one of the scouts for a day. They've always been nice about letting me shadow them and learn about the different things they encounter. Sometimes something really exciting happens!" She'd picked up the geography more naturally than weapon training, having a sense for understanding the lay of the land and directions. "And hey, maybe you can teach me something in return. I've always wondered why you were so unique compared to the rest of us. I didn't know your mother very well."

Falling quiet, Dela shrugged her shoulders at the apology. "It's alright, you were upset, and I was upset and the climate was right for a storm, it just needed the ignition. Though I'm not quite sure I understand what you mean by me being less of, eh, what I am." She looked down at herself, twisting to see over her shoulders and down her back. "Did I grow a tail or something? Didn't know I could Morph!" She grinned and bumped shoulders with the Konti relative.

"Let's go back inside though, I'm freezing and I'm sure the horses tire of our silliness. Would you like a hand up?" She nodded to the gelding in offer to help her mount up again.

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Congratulations On Your Hard Work!

Delani Denusk:
XP:+2 rhetoric, +2 observation, +1 brawling, +1 socialization,
Lores: Sorrow of Grief, Taking out grief on another. Kavala: Chasing the bad, never the good, An offer given to Kavala to teach,

Kavala:
XP:+1 riding, +3 socialization
Lores: The fear of falling, The Jealousy of Delani., Delani’s Humanity makes her perfect, an offer accepted from Delani,


[b]Notes:A lot of rhetoric I couldn’t award to Kavala due to mastery of it. So I converted to socialization, because it is still socializing.. [ /b]

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