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The guard, a man called William, well into his twenties, was catching up on the hours sleep heād missed by spending his time in the tavern. By all means, he should have been able to. The gate he was assigned to was an incredibly narrow entrance to the slums, of no value to besiege or pass through. It was a little more than surprising when a young girl woke him up.
āWhoa!ā The guard scrambled to his feet, and was shamed by his hand, that had instinctively gone for his sword. He faced a child, obviously struck with misfortune in both her frail body and few possessions. She wore no shoes, her turban was shabby, and her tunic was small, too small. It was unsightly and indecent, but above all, pitiful. William could see her shapes ā or rather, complete lack thereof ā right through it. And she was trying to hug the gate.
āHow did you get here, missy?ā The guard rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and wondered if he had woken up at all. There was some kind of surreal music playing inside his head and it made it hard to concentrate.
Sophia ceased trying to push the gate open and briefly pondered. That was actually a very good question. Had she crossed the drawbridge behind her? When had she descended from the hill sheād looked out on the city from?
āUm, we donāt know,ā she answered, her eyes cast to the ground. āI think we took the distance between where I was and here and put it behind me but um, Iām really not sure. Can I go now please? I think our mom is in there.ā Sophia pointed at the locked iron gate.
āYour mother? Why would she have left her daughter?ā William asked his questions with all the delicacy he could muster. The child was evidently touched in her head, and his heart ached for her.
āOh um,ā Sophia said, nervously digging her bare feet into the soil. āShe never really leaves me, you know, not really. And Iām kind of not her daughter but sheās still our mom, except when sheās um, not. I donāt really get it but a super big turtle said I had to go here and his words sort of looked like rainbows in my head so can we go in?ā
William shook his head. Like he could send a girl like this into the slums of Nasenorya with a clear conscience. āThere are a lot of bad people in this part this city. Tell you what, if you wait until my shift is over, Iāll take you to Rasmorya myself. But I canāt let you in.ā
āCan we go out then?ā
āOut?ā
āYes.ā Sophia pointed at something behind William. The guard turned around, expecting to see the quiet noon scenery of grassland pierced by a slightly swerving road. Instead, he looked at the dirty, refuse-strewn streets of Nasenorya. The decayed buildings of the Twin City slums.
āHuh?! Werenāt you just- were we? I donāt get-ā William exclaimed, shocked and confused. He hadnāt drunk, had he? āIā¦ yes, of course you can get out.ā
āThanks!ā Sophia said, meeting eyes with the guard for the very first time. āBut I donāt want to because we have to go this way to my mom so bye!ā The girl slipped past the guard and casually, without a wary hair on her head, pranced into a part of Muiren most grown men would choose to avoid.
The guard, for his part, returned to the side of the gate he was supposed to guard, unable to comprehend what kind of trick his mind had played on him. It was not the last. William, right-handed from the moment he was born, was now left-handed. Unable to get used to the change, he was stabbed in the heart in a fight two weeks later.
William miraculously survived. The healers were astonished to find his heart not on the left, but on the right side of his chest. Under the pretense of rehabilitation, Guardsman William left the city the moment he was discharged. He travelled Muiren and beyond, and found a small village by the sea to live at, where he worked as a fisherman to make a living. There, he fell in love with the mayorās fifth daughter. They married shortly after. Four sons and two daughters they raised together, and William became a steadfast and fair mayor whom all villagers relied on. It is said that he died a peaceful death, survived and surrounded by all of his children.
Not once did he speak about his days in the twin cities of Muiren, where he met a girl with an ocean in her eyes.
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Once outside of the cheap inn after paying a measly fee, Finch has Himmel all set with his riding gear. The bridle on his beak, reins around his lovely throat and his plush saddle hitched behind his shoulders. Gryphons are able to carry heavy loads but the woman is lithe and without heavy frame, making flying easier for Himmel. Uttering a loud waaark!, said gryphon pecks at a passerby who has wandered too closely. He's not the friendliest of creatures. With a sneer and a scoff Finch grabs one of his feathered ear tufts to remind him to behave himself in town. Lips puckering in thought her one revealed eye glances about, that jungle jewel of an orb roiling with mayhem and malice. Finch approaches the market first and purchases a pear and a hen. Leading Himmel away from the market she grips the bawking hen by its legs while biting the pear to hold it with her pearly teeth. The rogue lady finds a suitable perch onto the fountain and drops the hen.
As soon as it's dropped the hen hurries to stand up in a flurry of feathers. Tilting its head this way and that, it barely has time to perceive the predator diving towards it. With a cluck of distress it turns to scamper off, but Himmel lunges, muscles rippling as he lowers his head to snap at the live poultry. There's a loud squawk as the hen's legs are bitten off. It thumps about on useless, bleeding stubs. Since his rider had been holding the hen by its legs, Himmel had wanted to try. However the gryphon doesn't know his own strength. Wings arched and crest erect, he proceeds to attack and maim his breakfast. All awhile Finch leans back onto the fountain with an amused smile as she proudly observes her mount's savagery. Of course she's already dressed in her light leather armor caked in muck and blood. Finch had just been raiding a tomb before coming into this town. The inn was closed when she arrived so late in those unholy hours of the night. So she proceeded to have Himmel screech and blatantly beat at the building's windows with his wings. Until, of course, the inn keeper caved in and allowed Finch entrance. As the vibrantly colored beast continues to maul the helpless little hen his rider doesn't blink, only enjoying her pear. Mayhap she is even imagining herself ripping the plump poultry apart.
In truth she shouldn't be so casual. Finch has only been released from prison last week. She's supposed to be fixing this nation wide issue. Being a rogue she has no clear concern nor direction for such a thing. The woman has carelessly been taking her time and doing other things. All things pertaining to herself of course. For now the rogue continues to admire her exotic mount's insatiable appetite. Her own being non-existent, she dislikes eating really but will do so in the company of her best friend. Not that anyone could tell she eats at all. Finch is basically a walking skeleton. She has no womanly curves to speak of although this makes cross-dressing a cinch when she needs to hoodwink guards or nobles at a party. Her long hair is greasy, strung down from her scalp and sludging over her prominent cheekbones. With androgynous features and an equally androgynous voice, who's to say Finch is even a woman? She chucks the core of the pear into the murky fountain before spying a very frail and pale creature stumbling about. Well, well, well...what do we have here? Come here little lamb.
She slinks from the mud and siddles up to the girl, a single bright eye observing that petite form. Gold? Does the whelp have any gold on her? Would anyone notice she's missing anytime soon? Finch smiles with faded white teeth but doesn't make eye contact. It's not in the rogue's nature. "Oh you dear thing...are you lost?" she tilts her head in Sophia's direction before glancing off towards her sulking gryphon.
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"Oh you dear thing...are you lost?" she asked, utterly confusing Sophia.
āLost?ā the girl asked groggily, half daring to look at the woman. They were of almost equal height ā Sophia was still smaller, but it was a phenomenon so strange she instinctively shrunk away, literally. Both of them were underweight, but where the girl was emaciated and plain thin, the womanās body was wiry and tough, and Sophia knew it not to bear one ounce of excess fat. And her eyes ā no, her eye, the one not obscured by a veil of auburn hair, was the most stunning green she had ever seen. Sophia managed to catch its gaze, and part of her, for only that merest instant, fell in love.
āLost?ā she repeated, dreamily. āNo. I think Iām found. Hello.ā
Sophia turned around and resumed her way, but paused after a couple of paces.
āSo Iāmā¦ um, weāre going this way. Your hair is really neatā¦ bye.ā The girl took another number of faltering steps, then stopped and started biting her nails. āUmā¦ can you come with me because we think our nothings might get robbed by a greedy skeletonlady with a flying eaglething.ā
Only then did Sophia take notice of the magnificent gryphon standing by the womanās side.
āYour flying eaglething is really cute miss skeletonlady and I bet it is fluffy can I pet him or will it bite us because once I tried to pet a dog and it bit us and we cried frogs.ā
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When an intense gaze holds the attention of her jungle hued eye it's all the woman can do to keep herself from fleeing. Gut instinct, rogue tick. She just got a let's-get-the-hell-out sensation. Yet her curiosity overwhelmed her better judgment as she watched the girl look at Himmel. Just who had she been addressing? If she claimed "nothings" then Finch would be wasting both of the time they had. Frogs? Oh gods. The woman could stand bloodshed and maimed bodies but frogs were far too much ironically. Thankfully the notion that Finch must be inquired for permission for one to touch Himmel is laughable. "Of course, cherub. I'm not the one to ask for that favor though. Himmel? May the child touch you?" while the gryphon understood Finch is a partner in crime and not a mistress, he can fathom simple tongues.
Finch stepped forth to greet her friend and nodded her head. The gryphon clucked softly and began to draw locks of her hair through his beak gently as though to groom her. His eyes swiveled to watch the small girl nearby. Unlike Finch, Himmel is well versed in the arts of behaving and tending to children. Although there was something so alarming about that one. The great bluebird puffed his throat and erected his crest with a bob of his head to exude his compliance.
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āYou are sooooo cool,ā she chirped and clucked in fluent Gryphon. āI want to get on you hey let me on how did dwarves get on you I donāt get it because they are really small and it is hard getting on you when you are small. But maybe I should not be sitting on you unbridled because I might be sitting directly on your spine and maybe that would be really not pleasant for either of us but mostly you.ā
Even without mounting it, the mere presence of the gryphon was soothing. Sophia vaguely felt like she had done this beforeā¦ beforeā¦
āAh, for me to touch such a magnificent one in these troubled timesā¦ā the girl spoke dreamily, resting her head just beneath the withers. āI used to work with your kind, you know. A Speaker, they called me. Keeper in later years. My very own mother was among the first descended upon by your race. Godsends that bestowed flight upon us ground-bound humans. Angels, we first revered you as. Warsteeds, we forged you into. Forgive usā¦ forgive usā¦ā
āHave you forgotten your place, woman?!ā the girl spoke, suddenly struggling with the strange throat-sounds of the Gryphon language. āThe Omniumvirate decreed for the Child to meet the Mother. The Childās recent quest for apotheosis changes nothing! Do not impede!ā
āDamned coffin-dodgers,ā Sophia scoffed in even more broken Gryphon, barely bothering with the simplest intonations. āYer both stupid fer bickerinā. Flesh-rendinā freak-bird here aside, havenāt ye noticed this woman is armed?! She anā I, cut from identical cloth we are. Two-faced fiends, and Iāll assure ye, neither face is pretty.ā
āDo not flatter yourself, Mirr,ā the Keeper said, attempting to calm the now growling gryphon. āThis woman has shown nothing but kindness, and she is in the favor of a gryphon. Know that no animal as noble as this one would ever align itself with the likes of you.ā
āTimes have changed and forever will, ye foolish fossil. Look, I couldnāt give a ratās ass about what you did to this flying freakās ancestors, but I reckon the beasts possess enough intelligence to ditch yer sorry hides after a century or two of abuse.ā Mirr retreated from the increasingly threatening gryphon and wiped her feather-greased hands off on her tunic, utterly failing to hide her disgust. āNo point talkinā to the bunch of bleedinā useless remnants you are. Itās up to me to get us back on track. Just sit back on yer mediocrity-rooted arses and watch me.ā
āThe Omniumvirate does not approve of your person, Mirr, but it will support your actions. Hurry. The Tide in the Eye is rising. Reality backlash is imminent.ā
āApprove? Support? Acting as if either means anythingā¦ hah.ā Mirr turned towards the woman, eyes firmly locked onto her toes, avoiding all eye contact. It was impossible for her to mimic the Childās mindless facial expressions, and secretly, so secretly she herself did not even know, Mirr felt intimidated. āIā¦ gotta pee. Bye.ā
Mirrās bare feet slapped on dark stone as she walked off in hurried, steady strides. Soon, the strides turned into leaps. The Child never just plainly walked or ran, Mirr knew, but they were too close to their goal for time-consuming faƧades. Brick structures and danger-filled alleys passed her by like a crimson blur, blood dripping into her vision with each passing step. When she reached a guard post, one that she knew to border the transition of Nasenorya into Rasmorya, Mirr collapsed. Sophia had, literally, never been made for running. With luck, the guards would take the Child into Rasmorya. After that, Sophia's search for the Mother would continue. Their pilgrimage.
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