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|| A snippet from Jewel's past... || @characternerdocs ||

Ice rippled along her skull like a peeking aurora – reaching for memories long buried.

She nestled her chin into her palm as she meditated on the question.

“The world was.. Vaelspira. On it, a continent named Vaelundra. It was a spiritually active polar desert, home to many peoples, creatures. Mine were known as Kruvaar. In your language, it means: crude lineage. Kruvaar prided themselves as varkuun, a word with multiple meanings. Iron-throats; an enduring kind. One had to be to breathe and thrive in such an unforgiving place.”

“I remember.. many spirits. More than Earth, and different. They were integrated into our way of life. One of my earliest memories...

"... I barely reach mother’s knee. She takes me -- mothers walk a path with their children -- but when we get to the entrance of the crevasse, we stop. It’s a line; one at a time. Mother waits while their nameless child advances, alone.”

Jewel drummed her cheek with her talons. “… I don’t remember what children were called, but my parents didn’t name me like they do on Earth. When it’s my turn, I advance, with a glowin’ stone an’ claw mother gives me. The path .. winding, but marked. Short. There’s a pool in this obsidian crevasse with a glowin’ spirit in it. Don’t recall the details of its form but I remember the fear. It did nothing to elicit fear but I’d never done a trek like that alone, to meet a giant spirit I had never seen before, wasn’t warned of outside of it being my naming ritual.”

Ice needled around the demon’s brows. “... Put the stone by the edge and the claw in the water. It spoke silently but in an all encompassing way that made my bones rattle all over. Couldn’t understand it. I remember it pulsin’ in tune with the glowstone, like a heartbeat. Scared the shit outta me!”

Her face prickled. “I bared my teeth at it because I was so damn scared. She who bites the light, it said. I understood that. Voice had a resoundin' echo to it. It dissipated into the water after that. Ran to the village elderguard like mother told me to beforehand. Elder anointed me with a sharp oil that opened the senses, and gifted me a shard of obsidian. My name; she who bites the light. My elder said in Kruvaar that translates to Gratha.”

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Give my girl enough alcohol and she'd probably drop a tidbit or two if Heath brought up Ramiel first. Jewel would need prompting lol Kakos isn't someone she's eager to talk about.

Logan eyed the dripping coffee as she took the opposite seat of the ranger. She had a  thermos of her own dirty bean water, which was probably lukewarm by now, nowhere near the hot, fragrant, fresh pot that was brewing now.

But she wasn’t sent here to sample the local coffee. (She make that her second priority.)

She dragged her backpack in front of her feet as she began to rummage through its content, the dog that accompanied her attentively watched, perhaps in hopes Logan would produce a treat, or perhaps a toy. “Well, my assignment at your park was based on the odd and unexplained activities. But rangers being drunk, while not my area to looking to... isn’t ideal to hear.” As she straightened up in her seat once finding her documents, the hair the hung over the right side of Logan’s face shifted and for a fleeting moment the ranger could see the pink scarring where her eye had once been.

Logan handed over her licenses, ranging from calling her an anthropologist, a cryptozoologist, to a field researcher all of which were stamped and authorized by a Smithes Scholars’ Archives. “I hope that’s proof enough I’m not a fanatic.” A coy smirk raising her scarred lips as Logan reaches back into her bag. In truth Logan would call herself a fanatic, it still seemed strange and unreal to her she was employed to invested and study what “normal” people regarded as fakery and myth; finding proof in the legends her grandmother told her at bedtime. it was unbelievable, but Logan loved it. Still smiling to herself, she pulling out a pen and notebook, and a doggy biscuit she tossed to her now very pleased dog.  

“And you can call me Logan, if you like. And you? are you a stickler for the formality of Ranger Stone?”

“Hardly, it’s just the card I play ta new faces ta gauge ‘em.” Thankfully, Logan didn’t seem like she walked with a stick up her ass. “You’n call me Jewel.”

At a glance, one would think Jewel barely read through the files, but despite her casual leafing she skimmed with a careful eye. The information matched up with the agency Boss reached out to. “Looks good ta me, Logan.”

Handing the agent her files, Jewel stood and scooped her bottle up. She passively wondered what happened to her eye but thought it better not to ask. They’d only just met and it really wasn’t any of her business. Best to not delve into the personal lives of strangers, she concluded to herself.

“I s’pose we’ll get started then. Follow me.”

In her office, alphabetically organized files filled the wooden shelves that lined her walls at either side. Heading left, she knelt down to the S section and pulled its container out. “This’s the past happenin’s of supernatural occurrences this year. Some are jus’ reports from tourists but we got some in there from our own officers ‘ere as well. Some of ‘em got photos but don’t hold yer breath. A snow-caked fir and a yeti look pretty similar when all ya got’s adrenaline and a cruddy flashlight in the dead a’night.”

Plopping the file bin on her desk, Jewel parked it in her big, comfy chair and gave it a swivel as she perched a boot up on her work station. Gifting herself a long drag off her bottle, she gestured at the opposing bookcase. “You’n peek through those too. That one’s lined with missing persons and murders over the last century or so. Some of ‘em are… somethin’.”

huffs

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And So It Went - The Pretty Reckless

And so it went The children lost their minds Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide And the wind begins to howl And the wolf is at your door You have so much of everything But still, you wanted more