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Josai's eyes softened, and she nod her welcome to Alouette. Her hand bobbed and she offered more of the snacks to the youth. A silent, don't be shy. "Indeed they are," she said softly, as the clear ring of her silver bell chimed gentle with the wind. "Oft the mind far removed from the toil and...

With eyes unclouded, Josai went on, looking unto the Squire as she listened to her words. Felt the flow of the currents that pulsed and flowed from her. A river unto herself. Whose waters ebbed unto the soil around her. Gave weight to the wind that moved the air about them. Josai let her...

Josai's gaze remained high and on the path before them. Took in the sway of the branches, and the shimmer of the leaves. She saw the pale silver beneath the bellies of broad blades, and the verdant green of faces pronged and pitted. She would stop, come the tug at her sleeve. But she would not...

There was a pang of sadness in the Dusker's heart. To know that another of the young hearts come to the grounds of their Monastery was so painted by the red wounds of the world. Burns, still hot from the angry lash of fire's tongues. Wounds, so deep that their pain still beat down against the...

A cold sharpness in Josai's eyes fixed onto Aloutte, as her spear's shaft knocked soft against the white oak of her medicine box. The black sphere of obsidian, tied with its purple string, swayed heavy beneath the shaft of the spear's red cedar shaft, whilst Josai's hands busied with the the...

Lemock blushed, and half rubbed his nose as N'aschi gave him his compliments. Lemock's blue eyes went wide behind the clear glass of his spectacles. "Oh, of course im-" but N'aschi seemed none the bothered. Even offered a solution shortly after. "Oh... well yes, I can certainly do that," he...

Josai did not let her judgement on the matter show across the surface of her gaze. Did not let her feelings twist the curl of her lips, or wrinkle the plane of her brow. "There is no doubt in the wonder of the Wylds, Syr Isander," she said coolly. "But what brings a person to become such a...

The silver bell chimed against the black obsidian sphere, and Josai stared at the eastward path. "Toward the Day's Star," she bowed her head, "To welcome what may come," And she followed after her student, blue robes a trail of currents behind her. Steady steps, that let muscle and bone shift...

Josai grimaced as blood gushed from the wound, and something in the mud crawled nearby. "The litter!" she snapped. Arietta looked over her shoulder, and saw Syr Castollen, alone, and quick at his work. He hacked down at a branch as best he could. Again and again he hacked. But only one man...

Josai stood up in a flow of robes and limbs. Her dark curls nary a tussle as the fell into place, and her spear stood tall and still as the same cedar it was made from. A small smile crested across her lips as her tranquil gaze eyed the squire. "The leaves shall council you, in the way of...

Where N'aschi was tall, lithe, and lean, Lemock was short, stocky and stout. His face round and soft, his eyes large and wide. All the more through the glass of the copper banded peepers he wore. "M-mornin," Lemock replied, head a nervous bob along. Something like a smile squiggled there...

Josai's eyes stayed on the youth a long moment. Closed again as she bowed her head. "Who am I to go against the lessons of the leaves?" she asked with as smile. "But I believe for now, your lesson will be learned in caring for that bell," her own silver bell chimed gentle with the wind, the...

"Well," Josai said small and to herself. "Not exactly what I was expecting but!" she grinned and looked over to the big shape shifter. "All plans turn to shit, as soon as we make contact," she winked at the big man, and hefted up her pack. Hurried forward behind the other two. Bolts of...

The waning crescent. Josai thought a moment on that. What such nights brought upon the land. So deep into the wilds. So close to the Eldyr Tree. Where the scars of the ancient wars still festered. Where the wounds of hate still marred the land, and the haunted souls of mortals and spirits...

A knock came at the door. "Um, hel-hello," came a voice full of uncertainty. A few mutterings came through the wood and stone. Nervous sounds and fidgeting. "Uhm, Nachi, is it?" said the voice through the door. It sounded like that of a young man. Nasaly and clear. "I uh, am, here to help...