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The Heart of the Desert; Tide, Khareesh, hopefully fun too ^^
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Topic Started: Aug 16 2016, 03:32 AM (563 Views)
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Jan 3 2017, 06:51 AM
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Tide felt the light blush rush her cheeks. She hadn't exactly been expecting an answer to the charming question, though she suppose that Khareesh would think that. "Well...Since we now have an official invite, it would be just rude of us to miss it. Would it not?" She was teasing more than anything and a quiet laugh escaped her at the conversation between Myth and his rider. She didn't blame the blue mottle for trying to point out the connection and finding an example to understand something foreign to him. Just like she didn't blame Khareesh for cutting it quite short. To her though, the way it was done was just a bit funny and it showed how much the two really did care for each other.
Looking back towards where the wedding was being held, it took her a bit to figure out that Khareesh was trying to offer her a drink. Catching the glass out of the corner of her eye, she turned back, a smile on her face. It quickly turned into a frown as she saw his hands were shaking. Fear and anger were two emotions she knew how to spot well. Especially fear. That one had been all too common.
Reaching out a hand, she took the glass he was offering in one and grabbed his now free hand with the other. Giving it a gentle squeeze, she could feel him shaking even as she wondered what could have scared him in such short a time. It hadn't been that long of a break between him cutting off Myth and him trying to hand her the cordial. Least she hadn't thought it had been that much time...
No, it hadn't been as she took a quick glance around at the people moving about them. No one had moved that far and while the illogical field did like to mess with things and screw up most logic, it didn't seem like it had been active in the form of time divergence...At least today anyway.
"Khareesh..." She kept her voice low and calm. Even and warm. She didn't know what had scared him and didn't want to add to that fear. That would be the last thing she ever wanted to do. "Is something wrong?" She tilted her head slightly as she looked up into his eyes. She had missed the pupils widening like they had and even if she had seen it, she would have just connected it to he was scared of something. Tide would wait patiently for some kind of response before deciding how to proceed. If he wanted to talk about it now, she would. If he didn't...Well, the market did offer plenty of distractions and if all else fails, she could try asking questions.
Such as...Did one bring a gift to this type of wedding or would it be in bad taste?
That was a big one in her mind to ask at the moment and might get him off on a ramble streak...Or so she hoped anyway.
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"I will protect what is mine with a will forged like a diamond."- Mildred Fresi
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Jan 6 2017, 06:33 AM
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"I-I-I think I'm fine," and Khareesh cringed internally that it took him three tries to even get started on what was probably the least convincing lie he'd ever told in his life. "I think...I don't know. I thought I saw something in my glass."
Khareesh quickly tangled his trembling fingers with Tide's, immensely grateful for the comfort she offered.
Like blood and death magic, you mean? I know you don't want to bring ill feelings to a happy occasion, but you should be honest, K'reesh.
"This still isn't the time or place, Myth," Khareesh sighed. "It's a festival! And weddings. Happy time. Not the place for dramatic hallucinations of horror."
"Pardon." The new speaker was another water genasi, his hair in shades of teal and dark blue, short and damp and plastered to his skull, what looked like mussels jutting out of his head in a crown. He wore the seaweed and river-reed gown of a tribal shaman, and the scrimshaw amulet pendant that hung from his neck depicted the Salt Eel. "You...are Dune Eagle, are you not? Be welcome among us, brother of the skies, but remember well that the Dune Eagle is to her Wind Clan as the Salt Eel is to his Water Clan -- the diviner, the bringer of vision. Together with the Mesa Leopard and the Stone Ram, they make the Eyes of the Desert."
"I...am aware? Thank you, I mean, but I grew up on..."
"The Eyes of the Desert sometimes gift their tribal chosen with their gift of Sight," the shaman continued, plowing over Khareesh and, as it turned out, for his own good. "As it happens, the Salt Eel is here tonight and taking audience, if you wish to speak with him." The shaman gave Khareesh and Tide a knowing look and a nod toward the salt sea and the massive, opaque eel spirit that communed with the various humanoids that gathered around him.
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"Redemption is a work in progress. I've...got a lot of work left to do." --Shrayla
"Fair winds and good fortune to you, friend." --Khareesh
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Jan 6 2017, 05:42 PM
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Tide wanted to point out that he might very well had saw something in his glass. The illogical field she figured wasn't above making random things appear in glasses and then taking it away again after a few seconds. Though as she felt him shaking in her grasp, she figured it was something much worse than what the illogical field normally threw at them. Myth only confirmed it as he mentioned something about blood and death.
Well, as Khareesh said, that would certainly ruin the festive mood that the festival was suppose to bring.
She was also happy to let it drop like Khareesh wanted. At least till the water genasi came by. Tide had no idea the ranking he held among the tribe (or that it was the very same profession that Khareesh had mentioned earlier) or anything about him other than what he looked like. As he spoke though, she realized that what he was saying had some connection to what Khareesh saw in the glass. At least she was pretty sure if diviner meant the same thing among the tribes as it meant in the dictionary.
Or was it a book about finding rivers? Either way...
She managed to pick up on the hint that the Shaman was saying though. Though it really wasn't much of a hint so much as a push that involved everything but physical pushing. Looking down at their intertwined hands and remembering how Khareesh wanted to leave the topic be, she decided that she was to be the physical push. Either that or Myth, but she could move through the crowds better than the dragon could. Just a wee bit.
"Khareesh...If he is taking audiences to begin with, would it not be any trouble to talk to him anyway?" She looked towards the Salt Eel before looking back towards him, a smile on her face. "What can it hurt Khareesh? Please?" She moved her thumb along the back of his shaking hand, letting the worry for him creep into her voice. "If he can help you...If he can help you stop shaking, I am willing to go before him. Even though I probably have no right to do so." She stopped right there, not wanting to use his feelings for her as a way to get him to stand before the Seer of the Water Clan. But she did figure he might feel better about if she was with him which was why she offered up at least that.
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Jan 7 2017, 08:11 AM
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Khareesh would have LIKED to pick the subject back up again later, but hey, the tribal shaman had caught him!
Honestly, once the shaman caught you in some form of distress or duplicity or spirits help you duplicity regarding your distress you were already doomed to a stern talking-to. That this was a festival...just meant Khareesh was going to get his talking-to from the Salt Eel direct and personal-like.
Well, it was still an honor to meet a tribal totem, even if that totem was not your own tribe's.
Stop stalling, K'reesh. That was no hallucination, and it was BAD.
"I guess I'm not getting out of this one, am I?" Khareesh asked, and it was rhetorical. The answer was obviously no. "Alright, alright. I suppose we should join the, ah, the group down by the water."
It was difficult for Khareesh to swallow a sip of his blackberry cordial. And it was exactly as it was supposed to be, but the memory of blood and miasma still lingered in his mind and then on his tongue, and he thought it might be a long time before he could enjoy the taste again. (Oh, he had no idea.)
Khareesh drained the blackberry cordial as quickly as he could so that he could politely hand the vendor back the empty flute without needing to taste much of the pretty liquor, then led Tide by their joined hands down to the salt flats and the small sea that comprised the Salt Eel's throne.
While something of a long walk, it wasn't as difficult as it could have been. Unlike beach sand or open desert sand, which sifted underfoot and bogged down walking, salt sand was much more robust. Had a bit of a crunch to walk on and a firm surface to walk across. Ultimately the distance looked worse than it was, and Khareesh had very little time to think about how to approach another tribe's totem spirit guide before he was quite in front of one and the center of its attention.
You are far from home, child of the Dune Eagle
And THAT was the multitonal and ancient voice of a Totem Spirit, all but a god, echoing through Khareesh's very soul. Likely Tide's too. Totem spirits did like to respect privacy after a fashion, but Khareesh was holding Tide's hand, so there was really no reason to think they weren't together and that she shouldn't be in on the conversation.
"You might say that. My twin and I left the tribe."
Left. Were not exiled. Hmm. The spirit-thing paused, staring down at Khareesh and Tide with the weight of eternity in his foggy eyes. You left in great irony, then, Dune Eagle's child. Joyous exile should have been your fate.
Khareesh all but choked on his own breath. "W-WHAT?"
Edited by Belial, Jan 7 2017, 08:11 AM.
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"Life is not about what you deserve. Life is about free will, life is about what you choose. Afterlife is about what you deserve, and all the Heavens forfend you deserve me." --Belial
"Redemption is a work in progress. I've...got a lot of work left to do." --Shrayla
"Fair winds and good fortune to you, friend." --Khareesh
"I think you have me mistaken for someone penitent, and I don't appreciate it." --Melonwei
"If someone rains on your parade, start dancing in the rain." --Linah
"The rules of the Lord of Poetic Justice are very simple. You do unto others as you would have me do unto you, aye?" -- Aletha Hoarfrost
"War's the candy, I'm just the wrapper, but that doesn't make me ready to die any time soon." --Arieh Harel
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Jan 7 2017, 02:47 PM
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Seeing Khareesh take a sip of the cordial, she suppose it was in bad form to bring it before an audience. Truth be told, she had almost forgotten about the drink. Taking a sip, she made a face at the sweetness of it. Though she was sure it was just her that thought it too sweet and not anyone else. Downing it quickly, she also handed it back to the vendor with a smile of thanks on her face. Following Khareesh though the crowd, she almost stopped as they stepped onto the solid salt sands. It didn't give way. Not like the sand she was used too and she was fairly sure this wasn't the illogical field's doing. Namely cause she suppose that when the water dried, nothing would be left other than salt here whereas in the ocean, there were all sorts of things that could get left behind when the water dried up.
Arriving before the Salt Eel in shorter time than Tide had expected, she nearly jumped in surprise as the totem greeted Khareesh. She honestly hadn't expected to hear a word of the conversation and was more than a little surprise when she did. His voice echoed in her soul. Splinting off in different tones and voices it seemed like but at the same time, bringing them all back together once more. It was not unlike singing she suppose. One outcome, but many parts. Even as Tide was processing that, the conversation went on around her. With another start, Tide blinked up at the Salt Eel before looking between him and Khareesh.
"But...I know of no exile that would be consider joyous. Usually, exile is not a wanted thing. From my understanding." She had been musing more outloud and hadn't meant to interrupt the conversation. As soon as she realized that she did so, she looked down and apologized. "Forgive me for speaking out of turn. I meant no disrespect to you."
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Jan 7 2017, 08:27 PM
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You do not speak out of turn, child of the ocean. Our ways are not your own. It is your right to ask, and our place to answer.
"It is the way of the desert to share freely of our customs to any who ask," Khareesh added, still reeling. If he'd been meant for exile... "In this case the culture clash over the word exile is that there are really two reasons one can get exiled from the tribes. I mean, obviously, you can get thrown out for shaming your tribe. That's the bad exile, everyone's angry, there are hurt feelings everywhere. But. Reason two is a high note, you go out with gifts and a party. Fun for everyone!"
You're rambling, K'reesh.
"Of course I'm rambling! I...we...it..."
Thankfully, the Salt Eel was more forgiving than Khareesh's own emotional state.
We do not hoard our gifts to ourselves, sea-child. When a gift has been given, it must be shared. Equally, when our gifts are given, those chosen become our agents.
"The tribal spirits are very powerful, but can't always manifest physically," Khareesh clarified, and since the focus was about fifteen degrees off himself this time the words came with more clarity. "The festivals are timed around manifestations, that's why the Year's End in the desert is set so strangely to everyone else's calendar. But every totem spirit has a special purpose, a power, a job, if you will. You heard the Salt Eel describe the Eyes of the Desert -- the diviners, the Seers, the guides of past, present, and future. And sometimes..."
Sometimes we see fit to give the gift of Sight to our chosen tribesmen, the Salt Eel helpfully continued when Khareesh hit that mental wall again, unable to process where tradition became relevant to himself. Or unwilling to presume, perhaps, that such an honor was his to call his own. These tribesmen become our Eyes, ours to See the world. Of course, not much of the world can be seen from the confines of the tribal path. Thus, our Eyes are sent into the world. This exile is not one of shame, but of honor. And you, young Wind Clan, are Eyes of the Dune Eagle.
Khareesh gulped audibly. "But that only happens once every seven generations! And only once per Clan, forget the individual tribes! And I can't be the Dune Eagle's Eyes if...if...oh, spirits...Rashana. It's one pregnancy every seven generations that gets gifted. Rashana's going to be having visions too." And then things started to sink in. Now that the words were coming out of his mouth, the situation started becoming more and more real, and Khareesh lasted only a few minutes more before he started cracking up into a bout of hysterical laughter.
K'reesh?
The laughter continued for a bit before Khareesh got a handle on his fraying mental state and gathered up the loose threads for a moment. "Eheh, heh, being spirits-gifted requires you to leave your tribe. My sister and I ran away. Ran away! From the tribe that would have exiled us!"
And he broke again, laughter that was about 95% panic and 10% irony and 12% correct math doesn't belong within range of the Illogical Field bending him double and forcing tears into a steady stream down his face. He clung to Tide's hand for support, and even Myth seemed nonplussed.
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"Life is not about what you deserve. Life is about free will, life is about what you choose. Afterlife is about what you deserve, and all the Heavens forfend you deserve me." --Belial
"Redemption is a work in progress. I've...got a lot of work left to do." --Shrayla
"Fair winds and good fortune to you, friend." --Khareesh
"I think you have me mistaken for someone penitent, and I don't appreciate it." --Melonwei
"If someone rains on your parade, start dancing in the rain." --Linah
"The rules of the Lord of Poetic Justice are very simple. You do unto others as you would have me do unto you, aye?" -- Aletha Hoarfrost
"War's the candy, I'm just the wrapper, but that doesn't make me ready to die any time soon." --Arieh Harel
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Jan 8 2017, 03:39 AM
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Tide followed the conversation with relative ease, all things consider, and glad that she wasn't speaking out of turn by accident. She had exile understood correctly at least. It was just that the Clans had another version as well. One that made a lot of sense as she continued to listen. Walking along the same path day in and day out was a good way to see the same things everyday. Not such a good way to know what was going on in the outside world and if the diviners picked Eyes...Well, it only made sense that they would want the Eyes to see and experience new things to bring back to the totem spirits so that way they could have a more...Down to earth grasp of what was going on. Cause being omnipotent was nice and all for the big picture, but Tide knew that sometimes small details often went amiss.
She suppose the universe always got a good laugh out of that one. You know everything, but can't really and truly know everything because of it.
The laughter was only to be expected she suppose as she looked at Khareesh, giving his hand a tight squeeze to let him know that she was still here when he caught enough breath to actually talk again. She figured it was an awful lot to process. The fact that he and his sister would have left the tribe to begin with, but with honors instead of running away with whatever they could possibly carry. To now know both him and his sister would be getting visions...Visions that weren't always rainbows and kittens if the one he saw in the blackberry wine was any indication of that. But, Tide knew one thing that Khareesh would probably figure out once he wrapped his head around this. He wasn't alone in this.
Tide would give anything to have had someone going through the same thing she had been going through when she was younger. Someone from the same place she had been born in. Someone who could actually remember it and tell her about it. About her parents. Her friends. Her family. Instead of having to deal with so much of it herself.
Looking down at their intertwined hands, she left a smile grace her lips. No. Khareesh wasn't alone in this ordeal. He had his sister. He had her. Whatever else, Khareesh and Rashana had a support system there and universe above, Tide knew how important that was.
"How do the tribes know who have been given the gift of Eyes and who has not? Or is it more a mystery till the visions start to pop up?" She wanted to know as much as she could. After all, there wasn't much to a support system if they didn't know anything at all and Tide planned to know as much as she possibly could.
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Jan 17 2017, 10:50 AM
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Our Eyes are not usually so wayward, the Salt Eel sighed, and it was not quite reprimand and not quite not. It is custom for our young to remain with the tribe. Under view of the shaman, such gifts can be found, nurtured. However, should a young girl see fit to protect her twin brother... Leave the tribe, leave the Clans all together, join civilization away from the desert, well. Our influence, and supervision, can only go so far.
Thaaaaaaaaat's not how I remember that story being told! Myth interjected, slithering toward the shore of the salt sea on his belly to scratch itches on his way down from his landing zone -- if the ground was going to be gritty, he was going to use it -- and stopping beside Tidesweep to peer upward at the larger Salt Eel. K'reesh says they left to save Rashana from a ritual she didn't want to take part in.
Khareesh, by this point, had progressed from hysterical laughter to a strange kind of tense wheezing that wasn't quite sobbing yet but was clearly on that trail, if he wasn't derailed soon.
Myth, of course, was trying to help, but he was not a lucky dragon.
Interestingly, the Dune Eagle's Eyes cannot clearly see his own past. The Salt Eel shifted and opalescent eyes fixated on Khareesh more intensely. Cast off your rose-tinted glamor, child of the Dune Eagle. Cease fleeing your distress, your uncertainty. Accept your fear, accept your pain. REMEMBER.
Khareesh stilled, then shot straight, spine unfolding ramrod rigid to the point of almost bowing backward. He clutched tightly at Tide's hand, the white pupils of his eyes suddenly overtaking all of his eyes, drowning out the claret of his irises and the black surrounding that until his eyes were entirely white, glowing, and the visions overtook him.
Khareesh's little vision quest "Useless, just like your worthless father. I should have demanded the shaman give me the oleander extract!" Khareesh is thirteen and clutching his face where the handprint fast darkens. "Could have been so much easier without you dragging me down and breaking everything you touch."
~*~
"Idiot!" Khareesh is ten, the tray of textiles batted impatiently out of his hands. "Should never have given birth to you. Then you couldn't ruin everything."
~*~
"Stupid boy!" Khareesh is three and Mama is angry because Rashana needs new shoes, but Rashana is also three and her shoes are comfy. And Mama makes the unhappy toddlers keep wearing their shoes, even as their feet outgrow the leather and the soles are walked through, for weeks. The desert sands burn their feet so badly that after a certain point Khareesh and Rashana fall to their hands and knees, scorching scars that will never fade, too exhausted by pain to even sniffle as the horrified shaman finally fishes them out of the sand and wraps their feet in poultices.
See the truth and remember, child!
~*~
She has to do it tonight. She looks down at Khareesh's sleeping face, at the deep dark circles of stress and depression etched under his eyes, and knows another few months of this will drive Khareesh to follow their father.
The soft of heart never have fared well in Mama's grasp. Their father committed suicide four weeks earlier, pushed so far by his wife that cutting his own throat seemed like the only logical way to end the pain. If Rashana isn't clever... But how? Foolish, sentimental Khareesh, always trying to please that impossible hag! He'll never leave for himself!
But he'll leave for HER.
Rashana has a plan. She opens her eyes too wide and faces the west winds until they blow grit in her eyes and make her cry, and then shakes her brother awake. They leave tonight.
Khareesh went slack, still standing upright but no longer kept there unnaturally by the force of Sight. His eyes returned to their normal array of strange colors, white pupil and claret iris in a pool of black. He loosened his grip on Tide's hand only for her comfort and circulation, not to let go of her offered support.
"This is really not festival material, you know," he says at last, folding over to bury his face in Tide's silk-clad shoulder for the moment.
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"Life is not about what you deserve. Life is about free will, life is about what you choose. Afterlife is about what you deserve, and all the Heavens forfend you deserve me." --Belial
"Redemption is a work in progress. I've...got a lot of work left to do." --Shrayla
"Fair winds and good fortune to you, friend." --Khareesh
"I think you have me mistaken for someone penitent, and I don't appreciate it." --Melonwei
"If someone rains on your parade, start dancing in the rain." --Linah
"The rules of the Lord of Poetic Justice are very simple. You do unto others as you would have me do unto you, aye?" -- Aletha Hoarfrost
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Jan 18 2017, 12:50 AM
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So Khareesh and Rashana had gone against the norm it sounded like. Tide couldn't even be surprised at that. Then something the Salt Eel said caused a tidal wave of memories in Tide. Rashana protecting Khareesh could only mean one thing to Tide and that was that they had a similar upbringing. Even as she thought that, Tide realized that there were also other possibilities. Maybe bullies. Or just life out in the desert. Or even as something that would be scary to a small child but silly to an adult. There were possibilites, but Tide...In Tide's mind, they didn't make too much sense.
What did was what was familiar for her. That simple in the end.
Looking towards Khareesh, she was about to say something when the Salt Eel commanded him to remember. The suddenness with which he shoot straight up had her letting out a cry of distress, not even noticing that her hand was loosing feeling as Khareesh accidentally cut off blood flow. Just when she was about to demand the Salt Eel to do something about it (Tide could see that whatever was happening, it looked like it was hurting him), he relaxed. Marginally, but Tide was going to take it. Pain shot through her hand as the feeling returned with the blood. It reminded her of frostbite and she had to keep from laughing at such a thing.
Frostbite in the desert. That was definitely some illogical field antics. While she knew it did get cold in a desert at night, she didn't think it got quite that cold.
Untangling her hand from his, she wrapped her arms around him in a hug. "No...I would imagine not. Rose tinted glasses or mirrors or what not is a phrase I am familiar with so I can imagine what you remembered...Well, it might have almost been better to forget. Almost." She rubbed his back slowly as she let him rest there. She would not move or let go till either Khareesh, Myth, or the Salt Eel moved first. Otherwise, she would just stand there and hold Khareesh as he came to deal with whatever it was that he saw. She did turn her eyes on the Salt Eel, a bit of fury in them. Even if she did understand why he had to do, she didn't have to like how he handled it. "Was that necessary? To just spring it on him like that? No warning. No trying to prepare even if he would not have done so anyway since..." She sighed and shook her head, knowing that she had already answered her own question.
Once again, she could understand the why, but she didn't have to like it.
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Mar 5 2017, 11:06 AM
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K'reesh? K'reesh? Please, K'reesh, talk to your Myth? You're hurting but you're shutting me out and I can't stand it, the dragon whined, ducking his head around Tide to nose at Khareesh.
Be at ease, dragon of the Dune Eagle, you shall have your heart back momentarily. He must learn his own heart before he can again share it fully.
The heart must be *complete* before it can be shared, hmm?
Light burst forth from the Salt Eel's sea, enveloping Khareesh and, by default, Tide, passing through them both together, culminating in a pair of birds of both size and color that betrayed them as Familiars, not actual birds.
The allure of the past is a seductive thing, is it not? So peaceful to remember it how you do, to look back and be happy, mused the cuckoo.
However peaceful and alluring, it yet remains untrue, Keophi, the mourning dove chastised gently. But love is how we cope with the pain, how we bandage ourselves when the memories cut us with their sharp edges. Hold tight to Tidesweep, Khareesh. We shall survive this.
"I...know you?"
You are us, and we are you, Khareesh. Lharsizi, am I, and that one is Keophi. Your soul, inasmuch as Myth is your heart and Tidesweep is your muse.
Khareesh mewled, burying his face into Tide's shoulder and neck. The new bond was a little too dazzling on top of the fresh pain and utter confusion of...well, everything. Not every day you got a grand Destiny dropped on your head, capital letters and all...along with the reminder of a childhood long glossed over, where your mother, instead of loving you, told you daily she wished you'd never lived.
Your compassion speaks well of you, sea-child. There is not always room for compassion in healing, however. Sometimes a bone must be re-broken before it can be correctly set. This self-deception was a badly-healed bone indeed.
"You know, I remembered my father was dead, but I'd actually managed to make myself forget he killed himself?" Khareesh mumbled. "Mama drove him to it. Why don't you make yourself useful and die? Last thing she ever said to him. Kindest thing, too. Rashana lied to me. She was right, too, I'd never have left the tribe on my own. I'dve burned out trying to make mama happy until the day she pushed me to follow my father's footsteps. She used to hurt me so badly and I was grateful for it. It was...wasn't love, but it was the best I could get from her. And I'm sorry, Myth, I'm so sorry, I just don't know how to feel what I'm feeling right now, and I'd rather not hurt you unnecessarily."
It hurts more not hurting with you. Let me in, K'reesh. I need to share the pain with you.
Khareesh half-sighed, half-choked into Tide's shoulder and Myth's eyes whirled from anxious yellow to a still alarmed but slightly more comfortable yellow-green as the mental barriers fell and his rider let him in on the emotional turbulence.
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"Redemption is a work in progress. I've...got a lot of work left to do." --Shrayla
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"If someone rains on your parade, start dancing in the rain." --Linah
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Mar 11 2017, 10:39 PM
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The feeling of having a familiar past through you was always an interesting one. Especially when the familiar did not belong to you at all. Repressing the shiver, she had to blink at the two birds. One of them she decided she wouldn't appreciate having around. She couldn't downright hate Kenophi. That would be like hating a part of Khareesh and she didn't think she was capable of that at all. Lharsizi at least seemed the better option of the two. Even if Tide didn't know how to respond to being called a muse. She just decided to accept the title for now and point out later that she wasn't exactly a good person to pray to for creativity.
"That is very true...I still do not have to agree with it or like it. Even if I understand it and might have to use it myself at some point. Healers are a lot that are full of contradictions I am coming to find out the more I learn about the skill set involved." Rubbing Khareesh's back, she hummed softly under her breath. A soothing song that brought to mind the waves lapping at the beach. At least to her anyway.
She paused though as she let her mind process what Khareesh had said. No. No all love was a healthy type of love or was actual love. It may appeared to be, but in the end, it wasn't. "Sharing pain can be healing. And you now have people who love you Khareesh for being you. I do not think any of us ever want to see you go away." She picked back up the humming, glad that Khareesh had let Myth in. She wanted to help too, but she didn't share a bond with Khareesh like Myth did so she would let him deal with the mental aspect while she comforted Khareesh physically. Divide and conquer right?
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May 21 2018, 09:43 PM
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The Salt Eel turned its mighty attention to the other supplicants, and Khareesh cried into Tide's shoulder for a moment longer before he collected himself and sniffled.
"This was not the fun date I had in mind when I invited you. I should have maybe predicted something heavier, as I'm apparently psychic, but apparently I'm also very good at fooling myself." Khareesh's voice was up at that too-high register it hit sometimes when he was forcing himself to be okay.
Fake it 'til you make it.
That much at least was honest. K'reesh really didn't have this in mind, Myth agreed, and Khareesh couldn't help but to snort in suppressed laughter despite the pain that had been opened up to him just now. He's been talking for months about showing you something called a 'bizarre', and fireless fireworks, whatever those are.
Now Khareesh was laughing, clutching Tidesweep to him in a companionable and grateful embrace.
"Bazaar, Myth, bazaar, market stalls, although this is Teragaia, there isn't saying it won't also be bizarre."
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"Life is not about what you deserve. Life is about free will, life is about what you choose. Afterlife is about what you deserve, and all the Heavens forfend you deserve me." --Belial
"Redemption is a work in progress. I've...got a lot of work left to do." --Shrayla
"Fair winds and good fortune to you, friend." --Khareesh
"I think you have me mistaken for someone penitent, and I don't appreciate it." --Melonwei
"If someone rains on your parade, start dancing in the rain." --Linah
"The rules of the Lord of Poetic Justice are very simple. You do unto others as you would have me do unto you, aye?" -- Aletha Hoarfrost
"War's the candy, I'm just the wrapper, but that doesn't make me ready to die any time soon." --Arieh Harel
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May 22 2018, 02:34 AM
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"To be entirely honest, I do not think being physic in a place that could easily rain fruit punch as it could rain actual water is an easy job. From what I know, being physic in a place that follows logic is hard enough. Through in illogical and well..." She gave a light shrug as she moved Khareesh and herself along so they would be out of the way of the others.
She had to pause at the fact that apparently Khareesh had been talking about this for months. "Months huh?" She gave him a gentle jab in the side, smiling as she did so. "Well, why do we not see what sort of bizarre items we can find in the bazaar. Maybe a nice set of feathers for Myth's head?" A feathered dragon would be a little bizarre right?
Right.
"Fireless fireworks...Is that more of the illogical field at work or is it like the fireless fires?"
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Khareesh followed Tide's lead away from the Salt Eel's sea and up the salt-sand incline toward the lanes of fabric easy-ups and market stalls that had mysteriously appeared while they had been occupied. Truthfully, genasi were just industrious beings.
And he had to concede Tide had a point about the uselessness of being psychic in a place governed by the Illogical Field. Just because he and other natives of Teragaia still had to try to respond logically...no, no, the world was not always going to make sense.
Khareesh pulled Tide gently off course to a stall with a shimmering purple cloth stall cover where a water genasi with sponge growing out of his skull was grilling fish over a flat rock lit up with glowing blue runes. The runes gave off a visible heat distortion in the air, but not a single lick of flame.
"Are you hungry, Tide?" Khareesh already had his money at the ready, and was already being waved down, festival discount, half price. The least he could do was pay for dinner, though, after everything.
"And yes, months. I have...I wanted...well, you know how I feel, now. It's been difficult finding words to say up until this point."
K'reesh is an idiot, is all. His egg-twin set him right. Because obviously listening to his Myth proved too difficult.
Khareesh snorted at the criticism, but grinned between his companion and his dragon nonetheless. "I think we should absolutely look for a feathered headdress for Myth, Tide, that's a wonderful idea."
Wait, what?
"The poofier the better. Oh, and no, no, the Illogical Field usually doesn't step in on fireless fireworks. It's more Water Clan magic, for the most part, although I would go so far as to guess that there are some fireworks that depends on a chemical interaction, and allowing those chemicals to mix is the mechanic in the pull cord fireworks, I'll show you some of those when we work our way around."
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"Life is not about what you deserve. Life is about free will, life is about what you choose. Afterlife is about what you deserve, and all the Heavens forfend you deserve me." --Belial
"Redemption is a work in progress. I've...got a lot of work left to do." --Shrayla
"Fair winds and good fortune to you, friend." --Khareesh
"I think you have me mistaken for someone penitent, and I don't appreciate it." --Melonwei
"If someone rains on your parade, start dancing in the rain." --Linah
"The rules of the Lord of Poetic Justice are very simple. You do unto others as you would have me do unto you, aye?" -- Aletha Hoarfrost
"War's the candy, I'm just the wrapper, but that doesn't make me ready to die any time soon." --Arieh Harel
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May 27 2018, 01:48 AM
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Tide took a sniff of the grilling fish, a grin on her face as her stomach let out a light growl. "Yes. Very much so!" Not going to fight him on who pays for what, Tide instead inspected the heat stone the vendor was using to grill the fish. She could see the heat coming off of it and was sure that if she slipped off her amulet and held her hand close to the stone, she would feel the heat as well. Though that might have been invading the vendor's space too much and Tide also had no desire to run away because the heat had triggered an episode. While it was mostly fire that did so now, heat was still a factor from time to time.
"I do believe this is what is called revenge for tooting your own horn. But yes, it is hard to take advice and such from the people we are close too. We like to think that those people understand our reasons the best and support our decisions one hundred and ten percent. Even when those decisions could end up causing us harm." She straightened up from her inspection and looked around, trying to catch a glimpse of some kind of headdress for Myth. Revenge or not, now she really did want to see the blue mottle in a feathered crown, strutting around like he own the entire desert. Or at least, this very stretch of it anyway.
"I think I read about those type of fireworks somewhere before. I wanted to try mixing some of my own, but as one part of the reaction generated heat, I decided it would be for the best to not. Plus, I found out about that when I was still living on Planet and um...Some of my companions there would have only been too happy to take the chemicals and let the fireworks off everywhere. Rather the need was called for or not." She had to be mildly thankful that those companions didn't tag along. While she loved all of them, some of them were quite trying and she hoped they had found better homes.
Lacing her fingers with his free hand, she gave Khareesh a bright smile. "At least you have said them now and can tell your sister that you have done so...As well as some of the other things you have learned." Her smile faded just a bit at that before she forced it back into place. Which wasn't too hard with the image of Myth and feathers still playing in her head.
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"Death has a bone to pick with you and I'm here to help out." -Cain Skelington
"The waves have their own music...Are you listening?" - Tidesweep
"Don't take my silence for agreement. That would be a mistake."- Gertude Weavian
"I will protect what is mine with a will forged like a diamond."- Mildred Fresi
"Healing can take time. Lucky for you, you should having nothing but it for awhile."- Jeremi Kgute
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