#meteorwinged

"I would like to learn the card game please." She stared intently as the astrologian cards in his hands, unblinking.

"'Tis not a card game which decideth mine actions, my dear," Urianger replies as he decisively inverts a card and switches its location with another, then folds them into a neat stack. There is great import in... looking like all of his actions have great importance. They kind of do. "What I performeth currently is cartomancy, divination and assignment of fortunes, a way to read one's future and fortune within the arcana."

Kore gently took the treat, though she felt a bit sad that Meteion didn’t try to eat such a thing. Then again, Kore was well aware that the young familiar could not eat it due to how she was made. If only Hermes had used his magics to give her that ability.

“Thank you,” she told her, smiling. “How are you doing Meteion? Has everything been alright?”

She had expected it, to be kept so closely under watch in the days following the Scions’ return from Ultima Thule. She had given them all quite the scare... Z’nakei bit at her lip as she stared down at the people below, trying to figure out exactly how she felt on the news that the Scions would be ‘disbanding’ once she had ‘recovered’. Part of her was tempted to act extra pitiful so that they’d stay in one place longer. But, that’d be wrong. Very wrong.

Watching people come and go could only stay a distraction for so long before that, too, became predictable. And the fact also still stood that studying them wouldn’t unlock some sudden revelation any time soon... They were happy and relieved to be alive, as they should be.

The Miqo’te sighed, laying back against the rooftop she had perched on, feet still hanging and kicking a bit off the edge. Anything interesting in the sky? No, the same as it always had been and always should be... As she just stared up blankly at the sky, there came the distinct feeling of being watched. She could guess who, since not many deemed climbing roofs a good use of their time...

    “Meteion! Tis good to see you, my dear. Oh! Hear. I hear you and Hermes like a certain treat. Just don’t tell anyone I gave it to you, hmm?” With a playful smile he conjured up a candy apple for her, coated perfectly in that sweet dipped syrup before offering the treat to the young girl with a wink.

     he found the sleeping girl huddled up in a corner in his dearest’s office after searching for her all throughout anagnorisis .   with a palm resting on his chest , he exhaled a sigh of relief before he approached her to simply lift her up and carry her in her arms , upstairs to her bedroom . it was during such moments in which he was glad that the office was simply in close proximity .

What was Torland to do?

After all it was said and done, the world saved and the Final Days now behind them, what was he going to do for himself? The other Scions had already made plans to go every which way around the world and even G’raha was going off back to Sharlayan to conduct research. Yet, he as a newly deemed Warrior of Light...had nothing. Well, he didn’t quite have much to begin with, having been sent to the Source to aid within the calamity.

The young mystel leaned against the walling outside of the Rising Stones as he tried to debate on just what to do with himself. He could go with G’raha back to Sharlayan. But as much as he loved learning, that wasn’t his cup of tea. He could become a mercenary for hire. He hardly knew the world as is though, only locations that he followed the Scions to. He knew little of this world, and that wouldn’t help him.