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This one is directly inspired by Arkanis: Teldryn and the upcoming Arkanis: Erra and ... a secret third Arkanis entry. :>
So. Morrow-fic. Sorta. Pre-Morrowind Morrowfic.
It's a little off the rails, featuring Nibani Maesa, and her Aro/Ace QPR relationship (and eventual betrothal and bonding) with Sul-Matuul, her visions, and how Peakstar came to be recognized as one of the incarnates (though, unfortunately, failed.) Also features some easter eggs for Ceth's fic universe <3
Without further ado:
Lean Into the Storm and Hope To Weather It
When earth is sundered, and skies choked black, and sleepers serve the seven cursesā¦
Nibani Maesa shook her head, trying and failing to clear the voice of her grandmother from her ears. It had been long enough since her passing that her familyās grieving was doneāyet the pitch and timbre of the raspy, ashen, elderly voice never had faded from her. It was another Sign, one she had withheld from her mother now for months. The less that was spoken on that front, the more likely her sister, Diyanna, would be considered for the sacred position of Wise Woman. This was, of course, folly to wish for. But she would let the wisest of the Urshilaku talk, and pretend they might decide otherwise. Keeping their gaze from her face brought her a semblance of peaceāthough Nibani knew deep down all would be uncovered eventually. She would need to step into her power sooner rather than later.
She had, after all, foreseen her motherās death. That, too, was another Sign. It was the heaviest of them, and she had trusted it to only one otherāSul-Matuul. He was her best friendāand perhaps the only true friend she had. When one was marked by the stars as she was, there were few who would look past the perception of power bestowed by her eventual title. But Sul had known the shape of her soul since they were children. Azura knew heād likely known her across every lifetime. She felt their connection to be a foundational truth of the universe, and had told him as much. Despite her current worries, she smiled at the memory of his response. Heād woven his fingers through hers and sighed in exasperation, only to laugh his agreement at the sentiment. Heād insisted heād never been one for poetry, or heād have said it himself.
Nibani was positive that in every lifetime, sheād have to be the one to proclaim such truthsāand would do so again, and again.
She set down the basket she had been carrying and smoothed the stray strands of her thick, auburn braids, pulling them back over her shoulders. Sul was there across the plains, sparring with Zabamundāthough she wished he wouldnāt. There was a reason Grandmotherās voice would not empty from her mind this day. It was imperative to talk about it. He would try to understand, and would remind her of her strength all the while. For now, he was preoccupied. He had a role to fill, tooāhe would be named Ashkhan, though the Gods only knew when. It didnāt stop his father from insisting he act as if the title was already his.
To the hearth there comes a stranger, journeyed far 'neath moon and starā¦
Nibani sighed and looked toward where the sun would be setting, if they were lucky enough to see such things. That there was not an ash storm and she could breathe the air was blessing enough. Sometimesāthough rarelyāthe winds blew favorably. It was a shame for such a day to be tinged by the beginnings of what would surely become a full vision. She needed her friend for this. -> Read the rest on AO3.
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