Author: TristanaDeformem, Posted: Wed Jan 2, 2019 1:47 AM, Post Subject: Sight For Sore Eyes [P] [R]
Her eyes were alight with excitement for the possible new information she would receive as soon as she returned. In her arms was a medium sized jar filled with honeycombs. The sweet honey stuck to the edge of the clear glass, leaking out from the combs. She managed to halt to a stop when she almost ran into a group of people traveling across the road. After they passed, she continued running again. The healers at Kwama had promised her information in exchange for lots of honeycombs yesterday. That morning she'd woken up and gathered as many as she could find. She was supposed to go to one of the huts. Her orange hair peeked out from underneath her brown hood. The hood of her robe still covered her head and cast a dark shadow on her face. Most people ignored her. It was difficult to tell whether or not she was a foreigner. Most foreigners were extremely wealthy and enjoyed showing it off. Her robe was not one of wealth. The robe had stains and a few holes near the feet. People around her ignored her or didn't notice her. Not that she minded. The spotlight was not meant for her.
Ever since Onnen opened up, Tristana had been trying to explore it as much as possible. She wanted to know everything about the new magic and new healing practices that this place could offer her. Learning history, new languages, and cultures would also be interesting to her but they would come after the two others. However, there was another reason for this trip to Kwama. Besides learning as much as possible. Apparently a certain page had been sold to a merchant in Kwama. A page from one of her father's journal. The page that would be the last clue to where he was. Once she found him then there was a possibility that she would have an even bigger family. What if she had a brother? or a sister? Maybe she would get a mother or another father?
Hope swelled in her mind as she thought about this. To her, a family would be a group of people related to her that would care for her. They would become close. Family were there for each other no matter what and truly loved each other. Family was home. Once she found her family, she would be loved and know what to do with the rest of her life. Her path would be set. Future clear as a sunny day. As a healer she spent time caring for others. But once she found her father, there would be somebody who would take care of her. For now, she would have to keep searching for the merchant and keep gathering knowledge. Her steps were light and a smile was on her face. She didn't really notice the people around her as she ran off to one of the huts. Although she was careful not to run into anybody, she didn't look at their faces or notice them.
Ahead of her was a Twa, also called a Cheetah person by foreigners, but Tristana preferred using the name that they called themselves. The Twa was a healer and she had been working on an insect that had come in with an injury on one of its legs. Tristana placed down the jar on one of the desks and quietly waited on a stool in the upper left corner. The Twa was named Ada and was the person that had asked for the honeycombs. Ada inspected the injury, cleaned it with a cloth and water, used a pasty liquid on it, then wrapped the injury up in some bandages. The insectoid thanked Ada and left the hut. Fascination lit up in Tristana's eyes after watching. Tristana knew how to take care of injuries but she had not used the certain materials that Ada had used.
"I see you gathered the honeycombs. Come, human, and I'll show you what we know." Ada said.
Tristana stood up, her face filled with glee, and walked over to the Twa. Ada was pulling some papers and books off of her shelf and passing them over to Tristana. The day kept getting better and better.
Author: Serci, Posted: Wed Dec 26, 2018 10:13 PM, Post Subject: Sight For Sore Eyes [P] [R]
The murmurs of the crowded paved streets of Kwama filled Serci’s ears as the mid day traffic peaked. Near the left wing a blending pot of cultures mixed into the street, throngs of races heading in every direction. It was a quite, organized chaos, if one was used to heavy traffic. Serci easily blended him self into the crowd and made his way from each healing service to healing service. The rear of the giant beetle held an array of made up huts where Serci stood quietly observing Onnen’s way of healing.The right wing was more structured, buildings that housed a number of staff that took care of the various clients that came in. The left wing, however, held a blend of the two.
With Onnen now open to the rest of Revaliir, Serci was tasked learning about the various healing magics of Onnen and share his knowledge with Onnen’s. When he had heard of the giant beetle that held an array or cultures and magic, Serci set his path towards the beetle. He was welcomed warmly, looking on top of a hill, waving to the citizens high up on the beetle. They cheered and howled as they let loose an elongated ladder, which Serci climbed, thus beginning his stay on the beetle. From the locals, he learned that the beetle’s named was Kwama.
His golden blonde hair that hung loosely around his grey and white robes, Serci was undeniably a visitor, and stuck out like a sore thumb. His visit was not a waste, though. No, Serci made many a friend, and learned much, even spreading Angela’s renown to the many races of Kwama. Despite his success, he couldn’t deny missing Canelux. Onnen was so unknown to him, and so vast with plenty to learn and understand, it was overwhelming. Once a upon time, The mere city of Adeluna boggled his mind in size, but Onnen proved to be a challenge for the Divine Artificer.
Shaking away his thoughts, Serci wondered the clean streets, his eyes on the various vending stalls and buildings. The distant horizon blocked by the towering structures that somehow never collapse from the constant movement from the beetle. The streets were teeming with color and livelihood as he passed inns with different races playing instruments, encouraging patrons to dance and sing. Laughter filled his ears, as he gently smiled and passed inns and taverns. As he made his towards the rear of the beetle along its left wing Serci passed by a simple building, that advertised a healing seminar that passersbys could participate in. Parting a beaded curtain, Serci made his way through and stood near the back of a well sized common room and observed silently as a pair of well dressed Elves tended to an orc with a painted on scar running down it’s forearm.
