A S H V I L L A G E
"Why are its wings so short?"
"I wonder," his mother murmured, a famed raakgui tamer that had caught the eye of one of the intendant families. "Do the wings remind you of anything in particular?" The cat-like head bumped against his mother's scarred hand and purred as she scratched behind its snow-white ears full of fluff. Enkai regarded the prominent tan eyebrows that protruded from the forehead instead of whiskers. He looked over the tiny, powdery wings without a definite design though spots of white and cream intermingled with each other.
"A moth?"His mother's smile was all the confirmation he needed.
"Silk moths are no longer able to fly. I wonder if it took centuries of stunted moths to create a raakgui that holds their instincts while still being a pet." Enkai raised a dark brow, and his mother chuckled. The moth-cat seemed attached to her. "I think it's one of a kind, aren't you?" A high-pitch meow was an answer only his mother could understand. "Intendant Nuyen will find much pleasure with this." She coaxed the raakgui into a cage, shutting the delicate metal door. She placed a red sheet over the cage and stuck a paper talisman onto the cloth. Enkai busied himself by tying a rope around the cage and then fastening it into two straps to wrap it over his shoulders. "Remember, do not let it see the outside world." His mother warned. "It must remain inside, stunted and meek-- a pet only for Intendant Nuyen."
"I know, I know." He huffed, looking over to his mother, who fixed his attitude with a twitch of her lips pulled tight. "You don't have to worry, and I won't let you down, I promise." Enkai grinned big and wide, smiling as she did, all teeth and without fear. "I'm going to be a shaman soon. This will be as easy as catching fish with a net."
R E D D I S T R I C T; S O N S H A N
Enkai had only been to the capital of Aetochi a few times with his family. The journey was a long one, even if Enkai made sure to keep a swift and steady pace. The ferry slowed him down thanks to heavy mists that refused to let up for three days-- and while Enkai saw the traveling wisps belonging to an elemental raakgui, he knew better than to make it leave before it was ready to move on. The old man had questioned him about what he carried in his birdcage, suspicious that Enkai didn't feed it.
The ride over the river was quiet when Enkai couldn't offer much more than a smile and a joke.
The soon-to-be shaman looked down at a map, sidestepping out of the way as a cart pulled by oxen hurtled down the large main road crowded with every sort of somebody one could imagine. Dark eyes glanced over those brightly dressed or sometimes over the hats or weapons they carried. This differed from Blue District; people looked less like they had gotten a big whiff of durian here, but the merchants were far more aggressive than the groups of gangs that he passed by.
Misora
"Why are its wings so short?"
"I wonder," his mother murmured, a famed raakgui tamer that had caught the eye of one of the intendant families. "Do the wings remind you of anything in particular?" The cat-like head bumped against his mother's scarred hand and purred as she scratched behind its snow-white ears full of fluff. Enkai regarded the prominent tan eyebrows that protruded from the forehead instead of whiskers. He looked over the tiny, powdery wings without a definite design though spots of white and cream intermingled with each other.
"A moth?"His mother's smile was all the confirmation he needed.
"Silk moths are no longer able to fly. I wonder if it took centuries of stunted moths to create a raakgui that holds their instincts while still being a pet." Enkai raised a dark brow, and his mother chuckled. The moth-cat seemed attached to her. "I think it's one of a kind, aren't you?" A high-pitch meow was an answer only his mother could understand. "Intendant Nuyen will find much pleasure with this." She coaxed the raakgui into a cage, shutting the delicate metal door. She placed a red sheet over the cage and stuck a paper talisman onto the cloth. Enkai busied himself by tying a rope around the cage and then fastening it into two straps to wrap it over his shoulders. "Remember, do not let it see the outside world." His mother warned. "It must remain inside, stunted and meek-- a pet only for Intendant Nuyen."
"I know, I know." He huffed, looking over to his mother, who fixed his attitude with a twitch of her lips pulled tight. "You don't have to worry, and I won't let you down, I promise." Enkai grinned big and wide, smiling as she did, all teeth and without fear. "I'm going to be a shaman soon. This will be as easy as catching fish with a net."
R E D D I S T R I C T; S O N S H A N
Enkai had only been to the capital of Aetochi a few times with his family. The journey was a long one, even if Enkai made sure to keep a swift and steady pace. The ferry slowed him down thanks to heavy mists that refused to let up for three days-- and while Enkai saw the traveling wisps belonging to an elemental raakgui, he knew better than to make it leave before it was ready to move on. The old man had questioned him about what he carried in his birdcage, suspicious that Enkai didn't feed it.
The ride over the river was quiet when Enkai couldn't offer much more than a smile and a joke.
The soon-to-be shaman looked down at a map, sidestepping out of the way as a cart pulled by oxen hurtled down the large main road crowded with every sort of somebody one could imagine. Dark eyes glanced over those brightly dressed or sometimes over the hats or weapons they carried. This differed from Blue District; people looked less like they had gotten a big whiff of durian here, but the merchants were far more aggressive than the groups of gangs that he passed by.
Misora
