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Thysari is open.
Come home.
Come home.
It was a simple message, crafted so that it could not be misinterpreted or confused with some other meaning. The Avariel were calling home their Lost. When the gates had shut during the Great Dwarven Wars, the race of winged elves had been spread across the globe with outposts on every continent and more clustered near the great cities belonging to the groundlings. The Summons back before the gates had closed had given people twelve hours of warning before they were shut and warded for good. A good many of the Avariel had come after and pounded at the gate, called and cried for their brothers and sisters to let them on. Others had not made the trip, knowing full well they would not have made it in time. So what had happened to them in those Ages where the Avariel had fallen into myth?
Caliane had always wondered. She had never dreamed she would get a chance to find out.
"Me?" she stared dumbfounded at her father and then to the other members of the council, finally settling on her mother at the far end. "You want me to bring the Lost home?"
"Can you think of someone better?" Her fathers gruffness was a sign of how much he disagreed with the decision and she tried to hide her smile. It was his own way of showing how he cared. Still, the scroll he set in her hands felt heavier than it had a right to and she imagined it was the weight of the Council's expectations. Their hopes. With the birth rates among them at an all time low it would do their kind good to learn that there were others, survivors, beyond Thyasari. If she could find them it would be a small sliver of hope that their race might continue to fix the error of their ways. Her hands tightened upon the scroll with determination.
"I'll find them. I'll find them and I'll bring as many of them home as I can."
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Her red tipped wings angled towards the ground and she begun to circle the spot she planned on landing in. He had to have seen her approaching, she had made no secret of it, she just hoped he was as thrilled to see her once she asked him her question. There were not many people that had sprung to mind when she had thought about the mission. Zander of course had been waiting for her outside the Council's Assembly and had leapt at the chance to join her but she had shooed the other Avariel away. He was needed in Thysari and besides, she had a feeling the Lost were more likely to listen to someone who had been left on the wrong side of the gates.
Dust swirled up in a small tornado as she landed and folded her wings against her back. This had definitely been the place he had described on where to find him should she ever have a need. She imagined he had thought she might drop in for a cup of tea or company, not this. She touched her quiver where her bow was unslung beside her arrows and then the scroll case across her chest.
"Tadrielus!" the birds answered her with their song and she smiled. "Tadrielus?!" No answer. She sighed and wandered over to a low brick wall where she sat and swung her legs; she could wait. The Lost had lasted this long, what was a few more hours?