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A surreal cavern city inhabited by Symenestra where stones glow and streets are reams of silk. Cocoon like structures hang between stalactites and cascade over limestone flows in organic and eerie arabesques. Without a Symenestra willing to escort you, entrance is impossible.

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Postby Aranta on August 7th, 2014, 11:19 pm

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Aranta snorted. "Not by choice," he assured Snaeha. "Zith prefer to fly through air, not swim through water. It feels unnattural, and messes with our fur."

He held still while she examined his bandage, and then nodded in understanding. He thought over her last question for a moment before shrugging one shoulder. "If there is a body here, it will not move," he said finally. "We can always leave and come back with someone who can swim better than we."
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Postby Snaeha Datura on August 8th, 2014, 11:01 am

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She seemed really quite entertained by Aranta's concern for his fur. "Aw, will you go all fuzzy?" The image alone was enough to make Snaeha laugh, but she tried to conceal her clear amusement behind a serious face.

Now is not the time to laugh and joke, a cautious voice in the back of her mind warned her. Her conscious was right, but it was easy for Snaeha to forget the real reason they had come to the Blue Grotto. She enjoyed the Zith's company; the more she learnt more about him, the more intrigued she became. There was almost a sense of risk with their friendship, a thrill that Snaeha did not get when she spent time with people of her own race. And there was so much more that she wanted to learn about him.

"Can I ask you why you left your home?" She asked tentatively, pausing once again to investigate the bottom of the water. Snaeha knew relatively little about the Zith people - she didn't even know if they had homes in the traditional sense. "I've considered leaving Kalinor before now, but I've never been sure where to go."
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Postby Aranta on August 8th, 2014, 12:13 pm

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Aranta bared his teeth at his friend. "No, but I will look like a drowned rat," he retorted. It wasn't a favorable comparison, but a true one, nonetheless.

Aranta paused to scan the water once more, but he looked up at Snaeha's question. He pondered it for a moment before answering. "I was curious," he said finally. "Zith leave their colonies for few reasons-- too crowded, curiosity, or they were driven out. I learned some of the outside world from the slaves my colony had, but I wanted to know more. I needed to know more. They could not tell me more, so I went to find it myself." The Zith looked at Snaeha curiously. "Why would you leave here?"
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Postby Snaeha Datura on August 11th, 2014, 5:07 pm

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His description made Snaeha snort with muffled laughter. Only this time - somewhat karmically- she inhaled a nose-full of water and ended up spluttering and clinging to the rock side as she cleared her lungs with warm water. "Well, that serves me right." She said roughly between coughs.

She eventually regained her ability to breathe without heaving, at which point Snaeha answered Aranta's question. "In truth, I'm not sure." Her shoulders shrugged to accentuate this fact, "I just think that I'm going to, I should do so soon." As a child, Snaeha had studied maps of the foreign cities with a lazy curiosity. Sure, they were... different, but different did not necessarily mean better. "I always thought Alvadas would be --" she searched for the right word to describe the strange city, "--fun. It would be interesting to be in Ionu's home." The God of illusions had always been a favoured of Snaeha's.
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Postby Aranta on August 13th, 2014, 3:03 pm

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Aranta looked at Snaeha curiously for a moment before returning his attention to scanning the water. "Who is Ionu?" The Zith asked curiously. Perhaps Ionu was like Viridae, who was a god? Aranta knew little of non-Zith religions; Zith worshipped none but the Great Rending.

The male didn't see any indicator of any remains-- it seemed this grotto was a safe enough place. "I don't think we're going to find anything here," he said after a moment. "The water is clear, and hides nothing."
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Postby Snaeha Datura on August 14th, 2014, 10:11 am

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The fact he did not know who Ionu was surprised Snaeha - but after a tick of raised eyebrows and inner questions, she realised that it was probably not as common in his culture to pay attention to other Gods. "The God of illusion." She said, twirling a thin finger across the skin of the water. Her movements were making delicate rippling patterns in the water and Snaeha toyed with them, trying to make them bigger and more beautiful. "I think illusions form a big part of -- well, everything. Everyone portrays an illusion of what they want to be, or what they think others want them to be." It was by far the most philosophical thing Snaeha had said to anyone, but she spoke the words simply, as if they were as obvious as the grass is green and the sky is blue.

She smiled brightly at the Zith's words. "You're right. We'd have seen something by now." Her muscles were aching, too, which also constituted to her wanting to be out of the water. Like many of her people, Snaeha was not built for strength, and though swimming was far from the most exhausting of activities, it did not take long for her muscles to start to burn after dragging her body through the water. Snaeha swam slowly, not wanting to rush and cause further aching to her body. Once out of the water, she began to squeeze her hair dry. Her silken clothes clung to those angular curves of her body, which itself was now revealed under the thin layers of wet clothes. The outermost layer of her outfit - dry from having been left on the rockside - was quickly shrugged onto Snaeha's shoulders. She was hardly a shy woman, but at the same time, she did not want to reveal too much of herself. "We should go back out, maybe speak to a few people to see what they know."
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Postby Aranta on August 15th, 2014, 12:16 am

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The god of Illusions, hm? Aranta considered Snaeha's words as he followed her to shore. "That makes sense," he said thoughtfully. And really, it did-- illusions were a part of life, he could see that. Whether they were projected by oneself or onto oneself, like the prejudice against Zith. Granted, it was well-earned, but Aranta saw the looks that he still got, even after a few seasons of living among the Symenestra people. They still distrusted him, still feared him, for the most part. Snaeha was the only Symenestra who seemed to be comfortable with his presence.

When they reached the shore, Aranta wasted no time in pacing away a few feet from Snaeha and spreading his wings, giving himself a full-body shake to try to disperse most of the water. He growled under his breath in displeasure; he didn't like his fur being wet, and unfortunately, it seemed to have soaked up most of the moisture. He ran his hands over every part of his body he could reach, trying to put enough pressure on the fur to squegee out most of the water. He wasn't entirely successful, and he knew he looked absolutely ridiculous, but as he didn't have access to a rag or towel with which to dry himself off, this would have to do. He paused to listen to Snaeha, and then nodded in agreement. "There may be some more news by now; we were in there for a while."
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Postby Snaeha Datura on August 15th, 2014, 10:42 am

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It pleased Snaeha that her friend seemed to agree with her statement. Whenever she had shared the same opinion with others - especially her proud mother and older brother - they disagreed, and argued that the God of Illusions was no more than a mean prankster. But Snaeha thought quite the opposite; it was a great responsibility to uphold illusions, maybe even a selfless one. Individuals depended on Ionu's work to keep their lives together, to upkeep those illusions of their selves to protect the real thing. Everything, from simple make up to great mysteries, added to the illusion of life one way or another, and the more Snaeha considered this, the more she realised just how great appreciate she held for Ionu.

She turned to speak to Aranta, but her worlds dissolved into a quiet giggle. The Zith certainly looked... wet. "We might be able to find something for you to use to dry yourself," she suggested, her bright amethyst eyes filtering down his body to admire the dampness of his fur. A gentle hand was laid on his chest, near his wound. His bandage, despite getting wet, had actually stayed put fairly well so it was unlikely to need redressing. The fur underneath Snaeha's hands felt peculiar, almost like damp velvet. How he intrigued her!

As they exited the cavern, Snaeha noticed that even more people had gathered together than before their search. Clearly the child had not been found, and panic had settled amongst the Symenestra people. Even with their grey complexions, they looked ashen with worry. "I wonder what'd happened." She murmured, the traces of fear edging her voice.
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Postby Aranta on August 15th, 2014, 11:11 am

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Aranta made a face at Snaeha's words. "Please," he requested. The Zith held still while the healer inspected his bandage; it must have passed muster, because she didn't fuss with it, although her hand lingered for a heartbeat longer than necessary. Aranta chalked it up to curiosity-- few Symenestra got the chance to feel Zith fur, even wet Zith fur.

Aranta followed Snaeha outside, and he frowned at the gathered people-- there were enough that the scent of anxiety and fear permeated the immediate area, and Aranta felt his nostrils flare, taking in every detail that he could. "Something bad," he answered after a moment, his frown deepening. Aranta laid a hand on Snaeha's shoulder, mimicking the gesture of comfort he'd seen others use. "The child must still be missing."
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Postby Snaeha Datura on August 15th, 2014, 2:30 pm

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The hand on her shoulder was a welcome sign of comfort for Snaeha, even if the Zith did not truly understand the concept. She brushed the back of his large hand with her dainty fingertips, careful not to scratch him with her long nails, in a sign of appreciation and affection. A passing Symenestra male gave them both a peculiar look, and Snaeha had to truly force herself to not roll her eyes or pull a face. Her opinion of the winged people was quickly changing, though the same could not be said about the rest of her people. Not all all Zith were flesh eating beasts.

She nodded along to his statement, though said nothing. The Symenestra woman was trying to listen to the hushed voices of the crowd, though only picked up unhelpful halves of sentences. It was concerning enough that a child had gone missing, but the fact that ghosts were associated with her disappearance was all the more worrying. In that moment, Snaeha doubted whether the child would ever be recovered, let alone alive. "That poor child. I wonder who took him." The fact that she assumed someone had kidnapped the child caught Snaeha off guard, and she looked surprised at herself for a brief tick. "Unless he ran away." She added meekly, as if to convince herself from a less haunting alternative to her first statement.
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