Sanvri. It may

Chatterbox: Inkwell

Sanvri. It may

Sanvri. It may seem a strange world to you, with many known things being flipped upside down as it would seem. Nevertheless, you live here. Mayhaps you are a human, an elf, a dwarf, a gnome, perhaps a halfling, or one of the dragon-kin. No matter who you are, or where you have come from—you will shape the world.

 

So. Who are you? Are you an elf? The elves are a horse people, and can speak to their horses. The horses live as long as they do—about 300 years. High elves live in cities, raising powerful lines to be the horses of heroes; viri horses. Wood elves live in the wilds as nomads, raising the fleetest, most sturdy horses to walk this earth. However, some high elves speak of splitting: they want to live in mountain halls, as if they were dwarves. They want to breed what they call ‘draft’ horses and smaller, stronger horses. All grown (45 years or older) elves have their own horse, a true friend and partner to them. Chosen from their parents herd, this is how they will start their own line of horses. They tend to live in western wooded Dekita, Tamren, and Hanye.

Could your name be on one of these lists here?

Male names: Dunyin, Fachrin, Favrom, Jakren, Kahron, Lotanu, Menke, Naarven, Opkalan, Pelrindai, Rafen, Takaran, and Vhinyor 

Female names: Epandai, Fyrandi, Hrodi, Kiari, Lafikia, Marwenya, Nofi, Orshina, Pyferni, Rashan, Shonida, Shyandira, Talinda, Uwindal, and Yswana

Surnames: Ystayii, Fatridal, Utarom, Jawkta, Shyrondi, Lotkida, Roshike, Naarshirni, Orstalan, Oprafii, Marlindai, and Rashkia

 

Or might you be a human? There are three major race of humans: You could be from the Eagle Dominion, the Akaribons, and the Island Folk. Those of you from the Eagle Dominion are mostly a military folk, being knights, peasants, and royalty. There are seven duchies, all with one of their members on the council. The knights ride Griffins--a beautiful and powerful animal, much loved by the citizens. They tend to live for 50 years. They are considered to be adults at 15 years.

Might one of these be your name?

Male first names: Aaron, Aidan, Arthur, Cathair, Cian, Conan, Daibhi, Doyle, Edric, Eliakim, Ethan, Faolan, Fearghas, Finnegan, Flaithri, Hoshea, Iomar, Isaac, Kieron, James, John, Joseph, Levi, Lorcan, Luke, Mark, Michael, Muiris, Neil, Orrin, Rian, Rowan, Ruadh, Phillip, Samuel, Seamus, Suibne, Timothy, Tobias, Tomas, and Zechariah

Common female first names: Aileen, Adina, Alina, Alistrona, Bianka, Catrin, Ciara, Debora, Elizabeth, Evelyn, Evi, Fiona, Frauke, Frieda, Gerda, Gisella, Heida, Ingrid, Isa, Ivonne, Jana, Judda, Karin, Kasmira, Krista, Liadan, Liane, Liesa, Maeve, Miriam, Moira, Niamh, Noemi, Ortrun, Riona, Rosalie, Saskia, Seraphina, Sorcha, Taja, Tatiana, Treasa, Una, Uske, Verena, Vreni, Ziska, & Zita

Your surname, if you are a noble or knight will be your duchy. The duchies are as follows: The Unicorn Duchy, Pegasus Duchy, Dragon Duchy, Wyvern Duchy, Archangel Duchy, Falcon Duchy, and the Hydra Duchy. If a peasant, the job that you undertake, such as Baker, Millwright, Carter, etc. They tend to live in Central Dekita, but are considering pioneering prospects.

 

The Akaribons are maintaining an isolationist policy in Zashai, where they live—no one comes in, and if you go out, you probably aren't coming back in. They do a small amount of trading with a few Halfling families who they trust, but this is the extent of diplomatic relations. The shoguns hold most of the power, and obey only the emperor. They tend to live for about 75 years. They are considered adults at 20.

Often used names:

Female: Aimi, Anong, Ayaka, Chika, Chouko, Hua, Jia, Jun, Kasumi, Kiyoko, Lawan, Li, Malai, Mali, Mei, Sukhon, Xiuying, Youko

Male: An, Chang, Fu, Gang, He, Hiroshi, Jiang, Jun'ichi, Kaito, Kiyoshi, Klahan, Ning, Ping, Qiang, Rang, Ryuunosuke, Sakchai, Somsak, Takashi, Takumi, Thaksin 

Surnames: Abe, Chen, Choi, Chung, Du, Fan, Fujita, Fukui, Himura, Hou, Hu, Ikeda, Ito, Jin, Jo, Kato, Kita, Kwan, Li, Lim, Lu, Maeda, Maki, Minami, Mori, Mun, Nakano, Ree, Ruan, Saito, Sato, Shimizu, Takenaka, Ueda, Ueno, Wang, Wen, Xun, Yamauchi, Yang, Yu, Zhang, & Zhu

 

And you Island Folk consist of two subraces: The Ehiku Manawa, and the Ka Moku Moku. The Ehiku Manawa live largely on one island, sailing to another island only seven times, and participating in seven important ceremonies of life: birth, growing up, adulthood, marriage, childbirth, old age, and death. For each of these, they move to a new island, and take part in a new ceremony. The Ka Moku Moku are always on the move, with most of their livelihood in their canoes. They will often go to specific 'family' islands for certain seasons, mayhaps visiting new 'swimming' islands. They tend to live for 40 years, and are considered adults once all their adult teeth have come in.

Here are some names which one of which may be yours:

Female Names: Adorinda, Apikalia, Awihina, Brava, Ciela, Dezirinda, Elikapeka, Esperanza, Fajra, Gaja, Haunani, Hine, Iolana, Jevela, Kahurangi, Kaipo, Kapua, Katida, Keahi, Keanu, Konani, Lehua, Leimomi, Luksa, Makana, Maraja, Marama, Mele, Ngaio, Noelani, Orabela, Pele, Pipra, Pua, Rava, Roimata, Sprita, Tondra, Uilani, Venka, Whetu, and Wikolia

Masculine: Akamu, Anaru, Ekewaka, Ikaika, Hohepa, Kai, Kauri, Kaleo, Kapono, Kaulana, Kealoha, Kekoa, Koa, Lehua, Makana, Mikaere, Nikau, Pika, Piripi, Rangi, Tama, Tange, Tipene, and Wiremu.

Surnames: Aberu, Adebayo, Afolayan, Arando, Cabara, Cadoso, Cota, Dibra, Fereira, Gura, Idowu, Kamau, Lobo, Madira, Maina, Mata, Melo, Moreno, Okeke, Okorie, Olayinka, Parede, Roka, Silva, Temitope, and Watana

 

Or might you be of the Dragon-kin? There are very few of the Strakh (black colored) and the Uur Khilen (red) Dragon-kin left; they are a dying race. However, the Tuhota (blue), Rasan (brass), and Kurushimi (bronze) are still thriving. However, they like to keep to themselves, and are best known for their building and metal-working abilities. They usually live to be about 70-80years of age, and are considered adults at 20. They live in northern Kemesaal. 

A few well-known dragon-kin names are as follows: 

Male: Andile, Boipelo, Bongani, Chifundo, Chikumbutsu, Dankarai, Dumisani, Ganizani, Kabelo, Katleho, Limbikani, Mandlenkosi, Melisizwe, Mphatso, Munashe, Nkosana, Pilirani, Sandile, Sekani, Sitabonga, Takondwa, Tatenda, Thabani, Thulani, Tjaart, Wanangwa, Zephania, Zikomo

Female: Amahle, Ayanda, Bonolo, Chikondi, Chipo, Chrizanne, Fatsani, Hlengiwe, Itumeleng, Kefilwe, Lesedi, Lindiwe, Manyara, Mbalenhle, Mbali, Mudiwa, Nkosazana, Nosizwe, Ntombifuthi, Nyarai, Pemphero, Puleng, Rumbidzai, Sibusisiwe, Sethembile, Taonga, Thandeka, Thandiwe, Tsholofelo, Tumelo, Zodwa

Surnames: Adebayo, Afolayan, Babatunde, Ihejirika, Mwangi, Okafor, Olayinka, Opeyemi, Temitope

 

You could be a Halfling. They live on airships, only coming down to trade. They are short of stature, but brave, bold and hardy. One can't help but admire them. Richer families have begun to pioneer methods of growing crops on their airships. An interesting idea, who knows if it will work. They usually live to be 200 years old, and live a full, rich life. They are considered adults at 50.

Familiar names are as follows: Male Names: Adán, Adrián, Artur, Biel, Brais, Casmir, Cibrán, Corin, Damián, Dante, Dimas, Edur, Eloi, Erwan, Fedele, Felip, Hadrian, Hernán, Hodei, Ibai, Ion, Isai, Jair, Jordi, Kemen, Koldo, Lando, León, Mateu, Melchor, Nando, Nazaret, Oier, Ortzi, Pastor, Petri, Roc, Roi, Sabas, Seve, Teo, Toni, Unai, Valerio, Vasco, Vito, Xabi, Xanti, Ximun, Yair, and Zeru

Female: Alaia, Amaya, Anaïs, Calista, Caeina, Corona, Dalia, Débora, Dorita, Esmeralda, Eulalia, Euria, Febe, Fidela, Florina, Haizea, Hirune, Ileana, Iria, Irune, Jana, Jesenia, Jordana, Katalin, Laia, Lore, Lorea, Mariana, Mayra, Miren, Nahia, Nayara, Nydia, Oihana, Ona, Oriana, Paloma, Pastora, Perla, Remei, Rosa, Rosalina, Ruth, Sabela, Selena, Sonia, Tamara, Tere, Trini, Udane, Valeria, Vera, Viviana, Xiana, Yadira, Yesenia, Zaira, Zoraida

Surnames: Acciai, Bove, Costa, Di Caprio, Emile, Ferriera, Hardy, Innocent, Jaso, Lemaire, Merlo, Nieves, Oliver, Pavone, Quintana, Rayne, Spada, Torres, Uccello, Vega, Zino

 

You could be a dwarf. You know, strong in magical runic abilities, with axes and magic practically spilling out of you ears. Not to mention braids. Living in the mountain halls, each in their own clan. They keep to themselves, and generally look down on all other races because they feel that they are the only ones who should be able to have and use magic. It doesn’t earn them a lot of friends. They usually live to be around 150 years, and are considered adults at 30. They mostly live in Wekran and Jerja.

Commonly used names among the dwarves are as follows: 

Female: Ågot, Alfhild, Anja, Beate, Berit, Bryhild, Cathrine, Christel, Dagny, Dagrun, Dorothea, Ea, Ebba, Erika, Frida, Gerd, Greta, Gry, Hanne, Heidi, Hilda, Inga, Ingrid, Ingvild, Jannike, Judit, Kari, Katja, Kjersti, Laila, Linn, Lucia, Maja, Malin, Marita, Oda, Ragna, Rakel, Runa, Sigrid, Sonja, Sylvi, Thora, Tordis, Tyra, Ursula, Vera, and Ylva.

Male: Albin, Alvar, Brynjar, Caj, Dag, Dieter, Egil, Einar, Eirik, Frode, Gunvald, Gunther, Halvard, Hjalmar, Humbert, Ingvar, Isak, Jakob, Jarl, Kjetil, Reidar, Runar, Steinar, and Vidar. 

Their surnames come from which clan they belong to. And, at marriage, when a woman leaves her clan to join her husband’s clan, she takes on his clan name officially, but many of her friends will refer to her old clan name. Abschuworung, healing magic, Besvarjelse, evocation magic, Verzauberung, enchantment magic, Framkallade, summoning magic, Vostellung, illusions magic, and Verwandlung, transmutation magic.

 

Maybe you’re a Gnome. Who knows, they’re a strange folk, mischievous and keeping to themselves in the woods. They tend to live in trees and prank travelers for the fun of it. In short, mostly a nuisance. They have a small working knowledge of magic, which they use to disrupt travel. The Gnomes usually live to be 100 years old. They have no concept of adulthood. They usually live on Llewyan

Frequently used Gnomish names are as follows. Note: They do not carry surnames. And, the double l is hard to pronounce, but you stick your tongue down at your bottom teeth and make an ‘l’ sound. It’s rather interesting. But enough of this. 

Female: Aderyn, Aeronwy, Arianhod, Blodeuwedd, Branwen, Bryn, Ceinwen, Ceridwen, Deryn, Dylis, Eira, Elain, Enfys, Ffion, Fflur, Gwawr, Gwyneira, Haf, Heulwen, Llinos, Mairwen, Mari, Nerys, Rhosyn, Seren, & Tesni 

Male: Afon, Bleddyn, Bran, Brynmor, Celyn, Culhwch, Dai, Gawain, Glaw, Glyn, Glyndwyr, Haul, Hefin, Islwyn, Llewlyn, Mihangel, Mostyn, Pryderi, Rhydderch, Talfryn, & Yale.

 

You people of this "inkwell" could call this a 'solo write' crossed with a 'simulator'. I will tell you what happens to your people. At times, you will be required to answer a question in order for me to tell more. Otherwise, that person will be stuck in a time loop. And that’s not fair to them.

I will need the following information to be able to find this person you speak of to track them. Please give me as much information as possible. Some of your answers may end up needing to be adjusted in order to find the person, if you have been accidentally misinformed of a piece of culture, etc, etc.

 

What is their name?

Race?

Age? 

Male or Female?

Where are they from?

Where do they live now? 

Who were their parents? (Please, do not be afraid to tell me of half-race heritage.)

What did their parents do for a living?

What relatives of theirs are alive, and which are they in contact with? 

What does this person do for a living? (If applicable.)

Do they enjoy their work? 

What does this person look like?

Are they married?

Do they have children? (If applicable.)

What is the one thing they want most?

How would you describe their personality? (A trifling detail, if you do not answer, their personality may change and you may not recognize the person, even if I do.) 

What skills do they have?

What do they think about magic?

Additional information would be appreciated, but I do not think necessary. 

Once this message appears, I will give you the map of the world, so that you might have a better idea of where everything is located. Please, excuse me for giving almost too much detail. I will begin telling you of the history as soon as the first person fully appears. Additional people will be added until I say that’s enough. The tale, too, ends when it ends.

submitted by Messenger, age Who am I?, Sanvri, Dekita
(January 31, 2019 - 6:07 pm)

I would like to apologize for posting a sheet, I didn't realize that you were no longer accepting them. This is really great 

submitted by Author7, age Φ, Library
(February 26, 2019 - 7:22 pm)

I am sorry, too. If you wished to create a male character, I would accept him. I am very sorry that you came too late, but many thanks for your compliment, and I hope that you will stay and read anyways.

submitted by @Author7, Messenger
(February 26, 2019 - 11:02 pm)

Faolan let out a sigh as he watched the nobleman ride away. Finnegan’s eyes flickered up to his uncle’s face, but he said nothing. “Those—” Faolan caught himself, remembering not to swear in front of his nephew and instead cried, “Nobles! Always saying one thing, then taking from us lesser folk, just because we don’t happen to own much land.”

"Why would they treat us unfairly, Uncle?” Finnegan asked. Faolan internally cursed. He shouldn’t have said anything. Zita and Isaac wouldn’t care for him to be putting ideas into the lad’s head. Faolan’s heart seemed to swell within him and his shoulder sagged.

"I’m not sure, Finnegan. All I know is that every single person of noble birth I’ve met thinks themself a cut above me and you. The best reasoning I can think of is that because they own land and hold titles, it makes them feel good. Important, even. And more than half the time, the don’t earn that title. They inherit it. It’s like your da. He is—was—-a better blacksmith than me, better than I could probably ever be. But I inherited the position. Doesn’t make me any better at it. If I knew someone who was better at this job, who’d take care of all our family, I’d give it to them. But it seems as if in this world, people only want to be caring for themselves, and sometimes, their own. It’s not the world I would have made, but it’s the world we live in.” He smiled at the boy, but his eyes did not smile. “We’ll just have to make the best of it.”

They had just stepped back towards the forge when Zita came by, calling, “Wait a moment, Faolan!” Finnegan ran up to his mother and hugged her gently, being careful of her overly-large stomach. Zita and Isaac were expecting another child in a few more months. Faolan turned, and tried to summon up a smile. “Yes, Zita?” He asked.

"Isaac was wanting to know if you could go and pick up the new shipment of materials for the forge from the halflings.” Zita said, rumpling up her forehead, creating a slightly harried look. Faolan crooked an eyebrow. “What’s he up to that he can’t? I should stay at the forge, but if need be, I suppose I could go and get it.” He said.

"Oh, no, that’s alright, if you’re busy, I’ll figure something out.” She bit her lip with a frown. 

submitted by Messenger, Sanvri, Dekita
(March 1, 2019 - 5:41 am)

Righto, here’s the response.

———

Faolan contemplated. “Don’t worry yerself Zita, I can go... but next time I’d like to be included in Isaac’s plans.”

Zita sighed softly. “You know he’s only trying to help you.” Her dark eyes gazed at his face, which softened. “Faolan? There’s something upsetting you.”

“Nothing more than usual,” he replied. She raised her eyebrows but said nothing. ”Now tell me more of this guild,” he said, casually changing the subject he knew that she wouldn’t appreciate. 

—-

Ahh I have to go now. I hope this made sence... enough lol 

submitted by Tuxedo Kitten
(March 5, 2019 - 10:26 pm)

Tip top, new part out later!

submitted by Topping Wizard
(March 1, 2019 - 5:08 pm)

Isa clapped her hands to her mouth, her eyes wide. They couldn’t make her. She lowered her hands, but pressed them close to her chest. She could feel ice slowly spreading across her skin, slowing her breathing. She had to control it. Had to get away. But she couldn’t. She was so stunned, and her powers seemed to be reflecting that. She forced herself to breathe deeply as her father, uncle, and aunt all came around the corner, mouths hanging open, eyes wide.

The ice began to slide off of her body and she was able to breathe more easily. “Isa,” Her father said, his face showing how sorry he was for her having heard that, and he for saying such things. She shook her head mutely, the slushy-ice tears slipping down her face.
"This is what I’m speaking of, Eliakim.” Aunt Alina said, her eyes flicking up to Isa’s father’s face. He shook his head, and held out a hand to Isa. She shook her head again, unable to speak. The words wouldn’t come. They only stuck and choked her. 
She pushed past him, running out—and away. She wasn’t sure what she was even doing. Only that she was trying to run, to escape this feeling of dread. He hadn’t said that anything was sealed, but just the thought of marrying one from the Dragon Duchy—
The world flew by, and she finally slowed, and realized that she had left her home. The castle was far behind her now, and she felt even more dazed. This was the first time that she had stepped out into a larger world. At least, the first time that she remembered. The sounds of the people were so much louder than she had thought! It was overwhelming, but exhilarating. 
She had stopped right by a blacksmith’s shop, where a beautiful dark-skinned woman was speaking to an unshaved, rather dirty man who was covered in soot. A boy who looked to be about her age stood next to the older man. Isa wiped away a final icy tear with the heel of her palm. The boy stepped towards her and spoke. “Hello. I’m Finnegan.”  
submitted by Messenger
(March 1, 2019 - 7:26 pm)

Ooh! I love the new posts. Wonderful! I can’t post now, but I hopefully can tomorrow! I really enjoy participating this. Thank you for taking your time to write these pieces of art. Amazing!

submitted by Tux (Not posting yet
(March 2, 2019 - 8:29 pm)

Many thanks for your compliments, Tux. I am very glad that you are enjoying this so much. 

submitted by Messenger
(March 4, 2019 - 6:37 pm)

Jakren felt as if all his breath had left him. He hadn’t been expecting this. Lots of things, maybe a word of ridicule from Rafen, a pot broken, angry words, but coming? He marshaled his thoughts as quickly as he could and prepared to bluster.

“Coming with you—” Jakren began. Rafen raised his eyebrows. The grin had slid off of his face, his lips were now tight, his chin quivering. Jakren felt a bolt of fear. Rafen was really concerned. Like Uncle Vhinyor would worry, not Rafen’s usual hotheaded eagerness. Usually, Rafen latched on to what Vhinyor would proclaim an issue, and then use that as an excuse to get into trouble. Jakren took a deep breath. “Would be—ah—interesting! And would obviously help our people.” He had set down the pot and waved his hands about while speaking in order to find the right words. He couldn’t help but feel a bit stressed at this hint of the genuine in his cousin. It was strange, but good. Good for Rafen to be concerned for people. 
"When are we leaving?” Jakren asked, picking the pot up again, hoping to steady his thoughts. “As soon as we can.” Rafen’s eyes were now alight with a vervor which Jakren had never seen before. He never would have admitted it, but it scared him a little. “Hopefully tonight. We thought that you would have a brainy little idea.” Rafen said, the grin coming back.
“Oho, a brainy little idea?” Jakren asked, amused by the term. “Yup.” Rafen said. “We want you there so that you can guide us to use your brainy little idea successfully. We should have all the items and food set up by tonight, and leave then, too.” Jakren frowned at Rafen’s words. “I’ll need a map to plan. A nice, detailed one, with lots of little villages if you can get a hold of that. You won’t have so many people that you could attack any large towns. That would be too dangerous.” Jakren said, hoping to warn his cousin from any rash confrontations.
Rafen grimaced, but nodded. “Very well, I’ll have that acquired too. Unless I say otherwise, we’re leaving at dusk.” Rafen stood up, and turned to leave. “Wait.” Jakren said. “What about a horse for me? And does your father know? Are you going to tell him?” Jakren said, setting the pot down.
Rafen raised his eyebrows. “You think of everything, don’t you. Well, I wasn’t planning on telling my father, but I’ll tell him something. Probably that I’m visiting cousins. Or friends.” Rafen frowned. “Or something.” Jakren grinned. “I thought I was the one with the brainy little idea.” He said. “Shut up,” Rafen said, but it was with a smile. “You could tell him—”  
submitted by Messenger, Sanvri, Dekita
(March 4, 2019 - 3:50 am)

“You could tell him that you’re going on a hunting trip. That would explain the equipment and anyone else you plan on bringing.”

Rafen grinned. “There we go. Now that’s a brainy little idea.”

Jakren smiled, but felt odd. Their relationship had always been uneasy - why was Rafen being so nice? Nice for him, at least. Jakren feared what might happen if Uncle Vhinyor found out what they were going to do. If he found out that it had been Jakren’s plan.

Jakren’s heart was pounding, and he felt a little dizzy. He began preparing to leave.

submitted by The Riddler
(March 8, 2019 - 8:54 pm)

Laila glared at the dwarf, hoping to send him packing. Unless he did need some illusion magic. He turned back, and lifted his nose into the air, assuming a rather hilarious haughty air. “I’ve got no coin ahn me now, but I was tryin’ ter give yer a word of advice from meself an’ ithers.” He said.

Either he was bluffing, or— “You’ve got ‘til I count to five to explain.” Laila snapped. He stepped forward, a strange light coming onto his face. “I bin ‘earin strange rumors.” He said, leaning closer. “One.” She said. “There’s sum kinder sickness that’s been goin’ ‘round.” He said, appearing a bit disgruntled by her counting. “Two.” She said, putting her hands on her hips.

"All them folks that I knows of ‘aven’t got betteh.” He said, swelling his chest out. Was he trying to intimidate her? Laila nearly laughed aloud at the thought. “Three.” She said. “Someone told me ter warn yew ter get out whall yew still can.” Igna. Laila couldn’t help it. The thought flashed into her mind. “Four, was it a lady?” She said, still trying to keep calm.

It’s none of yor runes now is it?” He demanded. Laila took a step closer. “Tell me quick!” Laila cried. The dwarf threw up his hands and made an offended noise. “Naw, o’ course not! It was sum man feller, not a laidy. Where d’you think I go? Nowhere but to work o’ course! Not miny laidies there.” 

Laila’s shoulders sagged. “Five, get out.” She said, turning her back on the stranger. “Naw.” The dwarf said. Laila whipped around. “Me orders were ter tell you that it’s time fer yew ter go. An’ make yew git out."

~~~

Many apologies for the shortness. 

 

 

 

submitted by Messenger, Sanvri, Dekita
(March 4, 2019 - 7:37 pm)

And my apologies for the lateness

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"What do you mean you wil make me get out? Why should I trust you? I just met you!" Laila was teetering on the edge of killing his guy. "Answer this question for me Why do you care? What is the name of the person who sent you? I can't trust you." Laila would wait until he replied. I f he didnt' she would just use an illusion to get away like she had before. 

submitted by Moonlight
(March 8, 2019 - 9:26 pm)

Mele glanced toward the water, rubbing her eye. She leapt up with a cry when she realized what it was that she saw. “The Ka Moku Mokunui!” She cried, with a grin. The moku, or ships of the Ka Moku Moku, were coming in at a fairly fast rate now. The other women began to gather up their work and rush to put it away.

Mele snatched up her basket and stuffed the reeds and the small basket of beads into the basket she had been working on. She ran back to her family’s house and yelled inside, setting the basket just inside the door. “The Ka Moku Mokunui are here!” A couple garbled screams of excitement rose up.

But Mele had no time to wait—except for—Mele ran over to the next house and yelled. “Dezi! Deziii! Dezirinda!” A small, very slim girl stepped out of the house, pushing aside the cloth which served as a door. “Yes, Mele?” She asked with a half-smile.

Mele seized her best friend’s hands and whirled around once. “The Ka Moku Mokunui are here!” Dezi slowed, and tilted her head, quirking a dark brown eyebrow. “Do you know which tribe? Or are you just rejoicing without even having anything to trade?” Dezi asked, half laughingly, and half very seriously. 

Mele made a face at her friend. “I’ve got plenty which I want to trade!” She exclaimed impatiently. “I just want to see them first! With you.” She added. “You’re my best friend; it wouldn’t be fair to do so without you."

A laugh bubbled up from Dezi’s chest. Then she began to run towards the shore, calling, “Race you there!” Mele ran after her, her feet pounding, churning up the sand which was mixed with the grasses. She let out a slight scream of happiness. She was so glad that she didn’t have to act sedate and solemn like Tondra. She was technically a child—free to run, laugh, and play. She leaned forward a bit, her chest beginning to grow tight. She ran past Dezi, bright colors, strange cries, and beautiful people flashing by.

She tried to slow herself but running more slowly, but her foot slipped on the sand and she came crashing down with a cry. “Kokua!” She yelped. She lay in the sand, looking up at the sky for a moment. Dezirinda’s head appeared in her vision, and Dezi was smiling. “You ran too fast!” She laughed.

Mele leapt to her feet, and gently pushed her friend. “All because you began running.” Mele burbled. Dezi grabbed Mele’s hand. “Come on, let’s go see what they brought!”

submitted by Messenger
(March 10, 2019 - 7:03 am)

Nyarai tapped her foot, thinking. Something was happening, and she wasn’t sure what it was. It made her feel a bit nervous, but she forced her shoulders down, and took a deep breath. “There is much that I need your help with.” The dragon-kin said, his eyes flashing in the dimming light. “Me?” Nyarai asked impulsively. He nodded. Nyarai noted that he wore a simple traveler’s cloak—but the clasp was that of a chieftain, or a chieftain’s son.“You—you’re—” She floundered for a moment, inwardly cursing. And he was so handsome.

“Yes, I am the son of the Inkosi of this land.” Nyarai tried to drop to one knee to bow, but as she began to, he shook his head. “My name is Mandelkosi. I know of your name because you are one of my subjects.” He looked a bit uncomfortable at this, for he looked down and shuffled his feet. “Because you are my subject, I should know of you, and what you do. I do not know if many other chieftains do this, but I feel it is my duty to know most of my people, as we live in a smaller region.” He explained. “You would not know my name, as I am a third son. You probably know my older brother’s name. Bongani, he is next to be chief. I have no such place.” He smiled, but Nyarai thought she detected something sad about the smile.

“I hope that answers your questions.” He said. Nyarai frowned, but nodded. Then she spoke. “Why do you come here? To me?” She demanded, feeling as if she were being the most awkward being in existence.

He looked up at her, then down at his feet again. “My father is very ill. We have found all the great healers, and none could help him.” He said. “I can’t help him!” Nyarai cried. “I am no healer of the legends! Why do you come to me for this help?” She asked, afraid that her worry was plain on her face.

Mandelkosi dropped to one knee, bowing low. Nyarai stifled a howl of surprise. A chieftain’s son, bowing to her? He looked up. “Why do you deny your powers? Is there something I must prove to you to gain your support?” He asked, a note of pain entering his voice.

“No, no. I looked at the records. You have great, legendary healers as fathers, and grandfathers.” Nyarai couldn’t help but laugh at him. He stood. “I will be leaving, if all you do is mock my pain."

“I didn’t mean to do that!” Nyarai cried. “It’s just that—I’m normal. Just a healer who dabbles in herbs. I’m no hero.” His shoulders sagged at her reply. “Will you help anyways?” He asked. 

 

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