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Memoir #2 - The Stranger in the Storm (Sand) by Rairen
Added on Mar 16, 2009A stormy evening in a long week of wind-swept skies makes friends out of the most unlikely of people.
It is dusk on Barani, the 21st day of the Low Sun,
In the Year of Suk-Krath's Slumber, year 32 of the 21st Age.
It is a warm night.
The sky is clear.
A mighty gale wind screams out of the south.
(On the streets near the Sanctuary...)
The twiggy, vividly-inked man wanders north along the road.
The ethereal, fair-haired woman walks, a hand along the wall for support as the winds push her forward.
The twiggy, vividly-inked man chuckles and shakes his head.
The twiggy, vividly-inked man exclaims to you, in sirihish:
"Ya'll make it lass, just keep goin'!"
The ethereal, fair-haired woman looks up to the twiggy, vividly-inked man, clearly having trouble standing as she smiles.
Sighing briefly, the twiggy, vividly-inked man asks you, in sirihish:
"Ya need a hand?"
Voice lifting to be heard above the winds, you say to the twiggy, vividly-inked man, in sirihish:
"Oh, laugh it up, my friend..."
The twiggy, vividly-inked man walks across the road towards you, offering a hand as the wind blows his hair and cloak about him.
Resting her back against wall as she smiles to him, you say to the twiggy, vividly-inked man, in sirihish:
"I live in the Circle... I couldn't take you so far away."
The ethereal, fair-haired woman stumbles, righting herself with a brief flicker of annoyance.
Raising his voice as he nears, the twiggy, vividly-inked man asks you, in sirihish:
"Oh, bother, I could spare an hour or two. And if I don't..ya'd never tell me another story, yeah?"
You now follow the twiggy, vividly-inked man.
The twiggy, vividly-inked man offers his arm to you for support, his other holding his cloak.
With what seems like laughter, although its too soft to hear, you say to the twiggy, vividly-inked man, in sirihish:
"Perhaps..."
The ethereal, fair-haired woman takes the twiggy, vividly-inked man's arm, wrapping both hands around it.
You contact the twiggy, vividly-inked man with the Way.
You send a telepathic message to the twiggy, vividly-inked man:
"I'll owe you a great debt for this."
Though not really a whisper as he raises his voice, the twiggy, vividly-inked man whispers to you, in sirihish:
"Come now, think nothin' of it."
The twiggy, vividly-inked man pats your hand with a smile befoe walking eastward.
(The walk back to the Circle...)
The twiggy, vividly-inked man pushes along though the wind threatens to push him into one of the northern walls.
The ethereal, fair-haired woman's hair is flung about her face as she clings to the twiggy, vividly-inked man's arm like a lost reed.
The twiggy, vividly-inked man sends you a telepathic message:
"As I said, think nothing of it. You gave me good company, so this is me paying -my- debt in return."
You send a telepathic message to the twiggy, vividly-inked man:
"I think... my conversation comes easier than this walk. You do a good service to a bardess, my friend."
The twiggy, vividly-inked man sends you a telepathic message:
"Then remember me, and way my sorry sweat stained ass when you next perform so that I may watch."
You send a telepathic message to the twiggy, vividly-inked man:
"You have my word."
The twiggy, vividly-inked man peers to the east but instead turns northward with the wind whipping heavily against his back.
The ethereal, fair-haired woman drags her heels to keep from being flung forward by the winds.
The ethereal, fair-haired woman's arms tighten around the twiggy, vividly-inked man's own.
You notice: The twiggy, vividly-inked man pulls his arm close, and thereby pulls you towards him.
The twiggy, vividly-inked man sends you a telepathic message:
"Keep close, or the winds will carry you off, like some loreshi reed, lass."
The twiggy, vividly-inked man squints as some sand and debris are blown down the road then proceeds to the east.
You send a telepathic message to the twiggy, vividly-inked man:
"... I'm lucky I can bear burdens with grace, or this would be mortifying, I think - although better than when I'm dropped to my knees from a sudden gust."
You notice: The twiggy, vividly-inked man tightens his lanky arm against the wind as he walks along.
The twiggy, vividly-inked man sends you a telepathic message:
"To your knees, lass? Now that's... hmm, nevermind that."
The twiggy, vividly-inked man chuckles to himself, though the sound is lost in the wind.
The ethereal, fair-haired woman walks with her head lowered, face half-turned to use the twiggy, vividly-inked man's shoulder as a shield.
The twiggy, vividly-inked man peers about as his shocks of hair are blown awry by the heavy winds.
The twiggy, vividly-inked man looks to the east then to the north and nods to himself brusquely.
(hemote) A brief, flickering, relieved smile crosses the ethereal, fair-haired woman's lips.
Looking around quietly, the twiggy, vividly-inked man asks you, in sirihish:
"Almost...there...ya holdin' up?"
Voice blurring with the winds, you say to the twiggy, vividly-inked man, in sirihish:
"Onl... ... cause of you."
The twiggy, vividly-inked man chuckles to himself then turns to the east.
The ethereal, fair-haired woman shakes her head a few times.
Stepping out of the gusting winds, the twiggy, vividly-inked man walks south.
You follow the twiggy, vividly-inked man, and walk south.
A Gated Entry [NS]
This small entrance is dominated by a large wooden gate. The gate was devised of long turned cylindrical posts. Painted white, there are no clues as to which type of wood was used, but each post is thick and strong. A bone panel is home to an oddly shaped keyhole. A small bush stands on either side of the gate, bracketing it.
The twiggy, vividly-inked man relaxes visibly and shakes his clothing lightly with his hands.
The ethereal, fair-haired woman lets out a soft breath as she loosens her grip on the twiggy, vividly-inked man's arm.
His hair all sorts of wild as he casts a bright smile, the twiggy, vividly-inked man says to you, in sirihish:
"There! We survived! A tale to tell of things to be told...as tales...and...told, yeah."
Softly, you say to the twiggy, vividly-inked man, in sirihish:
"This isn't my House, but... it does well enough."
The twiggy, vividly-inked man asks, in sirihish:
"Wait...not?"
The ethereal, fair-haired woman runs a hand through her hair, pulling the tangled strands away from her face.
The twiggy, vividly-inked man says, in sirihish:
"Oooooh, oh oh yes."
The twiggy, vividly-inked man bites his lower lip then looks to the north.
The twiggy, vividly-inked man asks, in sirihish:
"Onward then?"
With amused confusion, you say to the twiggy, vividly-inked man, in sirihish:
"No, I rent an apartment in the Driamusek House... and you have remarkable patience."
With a grand gesture, you say to the twiggy, vividly-inked man, in sirihish:
"... If we must."
Looking back at you as he raises his eyebrows, the twiggy, vividly-inked man says to you, in sirihish:
"Patience? This? I walked to Luir's, half-ran, and back a few days later. This? This is nothin'."
The twiggy, vividly-inked man waves his hand at the door as though at a buzzing kankfly and chuckles.
With soft amusement to herself, you say, in sirihish:
"Well, I'm glad I rate better than a trip to Luir's."
The twiggy, vividly-inked man winks at you then cocks his head to the north.
The twiggy, vividly-inked man says, in sirihish:
"Let's be off, lass."
The ethereal, fair-haired woman restrings her arms around the twiggy, vividly-inked man's own.
The twiggy, vividly-inked man pulls you close as he gazes about the circle.
The twiggy, vividly-inked man glances at his hooded, dusky-green cotton cloak in passing then continues on his way.
The twiggy, vividly-inked man looks about then nods to himself before turning west.
Pulling herself up on his arm to speak near his ear, you whisper to the twiggy, vividly-inked man in sirihish:
"South side... near the Ghaati."
Raising his hand to point a finger with due diligence and regality, the twiggy, vividly-inked man shouts, in sirihish:
"TO THE GHATTI!"
The ethereal, fair-haired woman flinches, lowering her face again at a sharp wind, even as she laughs.
The twiggy, vividly-inked man nods firmly then continues on through the circle.
The twiggy, vividly-inked man pushes through the garden as the grass blows through the trees.
The twiggy, vividly-inked man squints his eyes, though lessening that as the wind dies a bit.
Close to the twiggy, vividly-inked man's side, the ethereal, fair-haired woman does her best to avoid scattered debris tossed by the winds.
The ethereal, fair-haired woman smiles, with evident relief.
The twiggy, vividly-inked man moves towards a purple brick building, giving a sharp, loud noise of finding.
The Courtyard of Driamusek Circle [Leave]
Lavender and amethyst marble pavestones form the flooring of this small but crowded courtyard, lined with small, silver-barked saplings, their leaves adrift with pale white blossoms. Servants rush to and fro on errands while a few bards sit on the steps leading up to the entrance, competing with their instruments. Unlike most of the other buildings of Poets' Circle, this building is made solely of claybrick, making its architecture short and squat, although sturdier than most. Above the wide front door, glazed onto a white ceramic plate, is the symbol of Driamusek Circle: a purple cross.
The austere, stiff-necked man is here, disdainfully watching his surroundings.
The ethereal, fair-haired woman lets out a deep breath - and then inclines her head to the austere, stiff-necked man with a respectful motion.
Stepping into the courtyard, the wind a bit shielded, the twiggy, vividly-inked man says, in sirihish:
"There..here..and yes."
You whisper to the twiggy, vividly-inked man in sirihish:
"Master Olide..."
Tipping his head politely , the twiggy, vividly-inked man says to the austere, stiff-necked man, in sirihish:
"Master Olide, let me thank ya for allowin' such a lass as this to give me such wonderful company"
You notice: The twiggy, vividly-inked man winks faintly at you as he grins.
Not releasing her firm grip on his arm as she pulls him -away- from the austere, stiff-necked man, you say to the twiggy, vividly-inked man, in sirihish:
"Ah... thank you, my friend. I do owe you greatly."
Hair scattered about her face, you ask the twiggy, vividly-inked man, in sirihish:
"Will you be well to get to work, or did you need to rest a moment?"
Turning into you and shaking his head, the twiggy, vividly-inked man whispers to you, in sirihish:
"Nah, not at all, ya paid any debt with yer wit, lass."
Looking back to the outside and blowing air out of his cheeks, the twiggy, vividly-inked man asks you, in sirihish:
"I think I should work...or starve and die without water, lass. But perhaps another time, yeah?"
With soft amusement, you say to the twiggy, vividly-inked man, in sirihish:
"Not at all. Driamusek are born witless. We've no talent for humor."
The twiggy, vividly-inked man chuckles as he looks back at you.
With a deep nod, you say to the twiggy, vividly-inked man, in sirihish:
"It would be a pleasure. Please be safe."
Nodding in return, the twiggy, vividly-inked man says to you, in sirihish:
"Take care, and until next time, lass, be safe in His Light."
The ethereal, fair-haired woman smiles, brushing a few of the tangled strands of hair away from her face as she nods to the twiggy, vividly-inked man.
You say to the twiggy, vividly-inked man, in sirihish:
"His Light guard you, friend."
The twiggy, vividly-inked man nods, pulling his arm back and smiling as he backs away to the entrance.
The twiggy, vividly-inked man winks at you then turns to walk out, pulling his cloak about his body tightly.
The twiggy, vividly-inked man leaves a purple brick building.
The ethereal, fair-haired woman turns, straightening your laced lavender silk blouse as she slips inside the House.
You think:
"What a day..."
It is dusk on Barani, the 21st day of the Low Sun,
In the Year of Suk-Krath's Slumber, year 32 of the 21st Age.
It is a warm night.
The sky is clear.
A mighty gale wind screams out of the south.
(On the streets near the Sanctuary...)
The twiggy, vividly-inked man wanders north...
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