Touya Khan
"You wish to know of my people?" He asked her, slightly shocked at such a request. It didn't last long though and he smiled as he leaned back with her cradled against him. It took him some time to figure out where to start, but once he did it seemed the words flowed from his lips easily enough.
"I'll start with Thriy. It is our place of rest when we pass from this life to the next. Thriy is a large palace with thousands of rooms that hold all that believe. When we die, we go there for a time before we are sent elsewhere. No one know's how long you stay there, but it is said to be a beautiful place with pure white walls, marble columns of carved pillars that line the halls, and the Lord of that place is said to be just as beautiful with long silver hair and the purest of golden eyes. He is called Invalli, which simply means Lord.
"Our people used to be separated into different clans based on what animal we could shape shift into. But now, there are no such thing as a clan only that of a wandering group. It all depends on where your beliefs lie as of now. Whether you'll be a nomad or be with Val in his quest. Even so, our traditions remain the same, Invathi means Leader, or closer yet, Spirit Leader. They are the elders of the clans, and are usually the closest to Invalli, spiritually anyway. Then there's Havantha which is brother and Havanthii which is sister. They are just formal terms, used when we meet someone we do not know very well. Or used for family, close friends even, depending on the person."
Touya sighed as his gaze watched the sky over head. The cool breeze was beginning to blow a bit stronger and he could feel that a storm was on the horizon. How far out it was, though, he wasn't sure. Even so, he wished to find shelter as soon as possible. Turning his head, he gazed down at April, "The rest of our traditions have mostly been lost because we've been sleeping for so long since coming here. The only thing most of us remember are the stories we're told about a world we originate from. That world was so technologically advanced that we ended up destroying it. How, though, is beyond me and most other Therian's as well. The only one's who would know are long since dead. All that's left are stories, and stories change over time."
The Therian shifted so as not to have April fall, letting her know of his intent to get up before doing so, "Come," he said, offering his hands to her, "It feels like it will rain soon. We should find a place to take cover for a while. The season is changing again."
Damea Reese
Damea grinned as the fiery red head explained that bread had gone missing recently. Yes, that was his fault. However, the little bit of training he'd done had gotten him somewhere. His control, it seemed, was getting better every time he tried to ignite something. He'd finally been able to toast his first piece of bread the day of his assault. Putting aside the memory of his elation at such a feat, Damea eyed Miles who was standing across from him.
"I'd be more than happy to," the fire mage replied, flicking his gaze upwards toward the woman. He'd donned his armor -albeit a bit painfully- and was more than ready to show off what he could. Drawing his blades he faced off with Miles, flipping one long, slender weapon in his hand. Tightening his grip, he leaned over slightly and ran the tip of the blade across the floor. He was more than practiced in this event. Creating sparks was his specialty. The moment a spark cracked to life, Damea took hold of it and the flames ignited over his blades.
It took a moment for him to control them to only light the steel of his swords, but once he had it under control, he grinned mischievously. Flicking his mismatched eyes upwards, Damea flipped his swords twice around simultaneously creating a loud noise with the fire as they whirled through the air.
"Shall we dance?" he shifted his body into a fighting stance, raising both swords. One was extending outwards from his body, facing Miles' chest, the other hovered near his hip, the blade facing Miles as well.