When Lunch Strikes With Wings (Aranta)

by **Ferrin Al'Mandrikan** on April 20th, 2016, 6:31 pm

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As the Zith tried to understand Ferrin had explained to him. Ferrin noticed the frustration that the Zith was having. The Kenashian had decided to put down his spoon and layed it against the edge, with the base of the spoon submerged into the steamy yet sweet stew. Before Ferrin answered, he took a sip of wine and lied that down carefully. He swallowed. " Erh ah sort of. Children below the age of thirteen are considered pages. They'll tend to be the ones cleaning and doing the small stuff for the Knights or squires. Like cleaning a blade."

After Ferrin finished his little speech. He breathed a small gulp of air. He usually doesn't talk that much. "Slaves? Sorry my friend far from it. They don't get paid, but the drinks and housing are free... I believe. But, that is if your living in the barracks." He checked Aranta out with his head flowing down, and then back up. Aranta appeared to be a large Zith. But, from the conversation he seemed just as curious as Ferrin had whenever he comes in contact with a different person. Ferrin always wanted to know about other things that other people do. If it ever come to a point where he'll need to read a biography of someone, he'll do it. If he can't ever confront that person.

"The squires... Their basically like an... understudy. They learn from their patrons. Train to become a Knight. Even higher ranking if possible."Ferrin hoped the Zith understood the analogy of what being a squire was like. Surely, it must be confusing, but with a thorough understanding and comprehension of the topic. Aranta would soon know how to understand what it's about. Or even i interpret to the right understanding. Hopefully.

The next part. About the writing and teaching. The words echoed through his head. I want to know it all. Surely, it couldn't be creepy? Could it. Knowing everything about everyone and every thing. "Yeah. Yeah. We could meet at the Stone Gardens. Open space. A bit windy, but I can purchase some paper and quills. Do you have any open days I can always teach you. Anything. Well, try to."

by **Aranta** on April 20th, 2016, 7:53 pm

So the pages and squires weren't exactly slaves, but almost. They weren't paid, but they were treated well and given food and housing. The Zith listens intently to the rest of Ferrin's words, taking in the information given and filing it away. The pages sounded like the young children, or perhaps the less-useful slaves; they learned little things, but for the most part they took care of the older knights. The squires sounded like adolescent Zith, beginning to learn the ways of the knights the same way that adolescent Zith learned how to hunt and court and interact with other Zith colonies. The Knights were the adult Zith, then - the teachers and rulers of their 'colonies.'

When Ferrin suggests meeting at the Stone Gardens, it takes Aranta a moment to place what he's talking about; the place full of carved stones. It's quiet, at least whenever Aranta has passed it, and he's been told that the markings on the stones are names of the dead, both those who died while building Syliras, and those who have died since. The people of Syliras don't bury their dead - a custom that Aranta has never been able to understand - but rather tend to burn them in funeral pyres. Aranta doesn't really understand why these other races seem to make such a fuss over one of their number dying, but he supposes they don't understand a lot of things about Zith, either. "I would like to learn," Aranta says, nodding enthusiastically. The wind shouldn't be a problem, and Aranta thinks for a moment about when would be a good time to meet. "I do not like day much," he says. "Maybe evening?" The evening light would be less harsh on his eyes, and if Aranta was going to learn to read and write, he wanted to be able to see well. "I do not have a schedule; I hunt when I need food or coin, but that's it."

by **Ferrin Al'Mandrikan** on April 21st, 2016, 2:18 am

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Ferrin took another spoonful of his stew before he recontinued his side of the conversation. So, Aranta really wanted to know everything. There are a lot of things that Ferrin doesn't know himself. Though, he wouldn't mind learning of them either. "Are you busy tomorrow afternoon then?"Asked Ferrin after he finished his spoonful of stew. The gulp, steamed and sizzled and Ferrins throat turned almost hot, but mainly warm. Compliments to the chef. Surely. He didn't know why Aranta hadn't wanted to eat, perhaps he had had been fed. Do Zith like to eat cooked food? Do they prefer raw over steamed? What? Ferrin wanted to know as much things as the Zith did before him.

The Kenashian didn't mind being the teacher for tomorrow. Teaching a Zith how to read and write would be surely complicating especially with those claws for hands right? How would that work out? Would the Zith be able to hold the quill? Ferrin remembered Arantas easy navigation that he had when the two were trying to understand how the ways of the Order worked. As the Zith responded to Ferrins piror question. Only to go out to hunt for coin? That doesn't seem to be to bad. It isn't really much of a schedule. "Alright. Hope you don't mind meeting at the Stone Gardens. It's quite relaxing. But a bit disturbing to. I'll bring the supplies over to." Said Ferrin with a smile.

"So..." Said Ferrin a bit dumbfounded by not knowing what to say next. "The other Ziths... are some of them like... you?"

by **Aranta** on April 21st, 2016, 12:56 pm

Aranta considers the proposed time; afternoon wasn't his favorite time of day, but he could deal with the additional light if it meant that he would be able to learn how to record what he learned from others. "Tomorrow afternoon," he says with a decisive nod, making a note to himself to remember to go to the Stone Garden.

The Zith tilts his head in curiosity when Ferrin mentions the Stone Garden being 'disturbing.' That was a term he'd not heard used before. "What do you mean, 'disturbing'?" he asks. "I know that the Garden is the place where the names of the dead are kept, but what is 'disturbing'?"

Aranta can't help but chuckle at Ferrin's next question - were the other Zith like him? "Few," he answers. "Most are curious, but only for moments. They get..." What was the word? "... Bored easily. And they are... They like to fight. To hunt. They like blood. I spent time with the Symenestra after leaving my colony; I learned that not all creatures are strong like Zith and enjoy fighting like Zith. I do not fight with creatures that are not Zith. I leave when others make me angry instead of attacking; fighting is not a good thing for other creatures the way it is for Zith, I learned. I tried, in the Temple of Viratas in Kalinor, and got in trouble."

Aranta shakes his head; he's never been able to understand how the other creatures get through every day without fighting. If he could not hunt, he would not be very happy in the cities; by hunting, he can act out all of the aggression(though he doesn't know that 'aggression' is the word for the tension that sometimes itches under his skin) that builds up over a particularly rough day. "I do not think I am... one of a kind of Zith," he says, trying to put his thoughts into words. "I have learned more; if more Zith learned more, maybe more Zith would be like me."

by **Ferrin Al'Mandrikan** on April 21st, 2016, 11:01 pm

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Ferrin was have nervous, half excited to teach Aranta had to read and write the human tongue. Half nervous because he'd really haven't confronted a Zith like this before. Especially, he'd haven't even taught a Zith to do anything. He'd almost felt superior, but if he'd ever say that aloud he'd knew that one of those hands with the claws would be at his throat. Just because Aranta is not like all of those... exotic Ziths does not mean he can ever be as vicious as one. "Then it is settled. Meet you at the Stone Gardens."Said Ferrin with a nod.

Ferrin took a few spoon fulls of stew as Aranta spoke. He knew quite well that all Ziths aren't the same as Aranta, but he'd just couldn't quite make sure how many are like this Zith before him. How many? Really? When Aranta asked Ferrin of how the Stone Gardens can be disturbing before Ferrin took those moments to think about it. "Well, it can be... disturbing to me because it feels like your walking among the graves of what should be the dead beside you... that's how I think of it as disturbing. Even though it's a bit silly. I still find it peculiar that there is that many of the honored." Ferrin didn't know if the Zith could understand what he'd said, but it was how he felt about the Stone Gardens. Relaxing, but after awhile quite disturbing as the realization kicks in.

"So most of them can choose to be curious or vicious? Mainly out of boredom? Is it natural?"If humans were bored, well at most Ferrin. If he were bored, he wouldn't resolve to violence or anything of the sort. He'd either go out on a run or even just take a simple walk or even read. Though, he'd calm his nerves sometimes when he's training, if he were ever angered by someone or something. He would take some time and practice his fighting. Improvement is always good.

But, Aranta is different. If things ever had a possibility that involved with fighting he'd walk up and leave. Simple as that. It sounded peculiar at the time, but when Ferrin had heard the Zith apologize prior their meet when Aranta had accidentally hit him with one of his wings. That was when Ferrin realized that others can be different. If more Zith were like him. Things would be simple. Reasoning between them can actually occur. Intelligent negotiations. Though... who would have the advantage over that? But, Ferrin couldn't quite agree as of yet. He still needs to know more about Aranta and Ziths. Ferrin finished the last of his stew with a relieving sigh. He placed a few golden mizas on top of the counter and gulped the rest of his wine down to enhance the flavoring. "Patience, my friend. Is the key to unlocking other doors. Don't loose that key." With his last words he nodded his head towards Aranta and headed off, back to meet his patron. The uncle of mysteries.

by **Izuyanai** on September 4th, 2016, 5:49 am

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