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Ashe watched Crystal heal her friend as she ate her sandwich. Part of her admired the kitsune’s form, the silvery white fur matched the humanoid’s complexion, the many tails, and the sharp facial features. She Quietly, the half-human finished half the sandwich thankful to have some food supplied. Then Crystal spoke concerning Ganjiro. Ashe replied, “I see, I am relieved the Akarma have no deeper allegiance with him then. Thus, the next question arises, what does he gain by dwelling in Diabmoure?”
Ashe moved when Jura rolled over. She continued to work on her sandwich then responded to Jura’s thanks with, “Think nothing of it.” She watched Crystal wipe off and redress the wounds, angered by the countless inflictions done to her friend. Solemn, she said to Jura, “I will revel in taking Diabmoure down for good. Once we reach the mountains south, I am going to send word to forward some plans.”
The conversation shifted to the dragonling. Ashe glanced at the other group and then back to Jura, worried about her companion’s rising temper. The halfling paused, sadness welled in her stomach and anger teeth gritted. Yet those emotions she channelled out when Crystal spoke. Choosing calmness instead of anger, and gratitude to Crystal replaced the sadness.
Switching topics once more, Crystal provided a vague answer on the company’s mode of transport and time estimation. The kitsune then finished her healing spells. The halfling took note of the current diagnosis for her friend, wondering if Jura would ignore her injuries under the circumstances. She already has ignored them. I do not know if Jura can even see her limits that’s how far she pushed herself.
When Crystal went to leave Ashe smiled and tapped her palm under her left shoulder, her arm across her chest, “Thank you Crystal for your aid. Truly it is greatly appreciated.” Then Jura summed up exactly how Ashe felt about the bubbly kitsune, “Indeed. She is a hard character to dislike.” Now alone, Ashe faced the blue dragoness beside her.
“Jura,” Ashe spoke tenderly yet assured and firm. Her heart warmed for her friend desiring to edify her, “I will speak frankly. You are not alone in the suffering of loss. The dragon race has suffered the most, but that pain is shared by your companion, who stands before you now. Having your nation, and your people turn away from you, family, livelihood, and reputation ripped away is known to me. Do not doubt my loyalty or my experiences. I left my prestige, abandoned my people, my King and father who turned to evil for you. I swore to you in my departure, with my strength, mind, and hands I will serve good. I would see you, personally, your race and the people and nation restored.”
The halfling growing steadfast, silently prayed that her close friend be comforted in this period and continued to speak, “The world has turned towards death, blood and grief yet hope and goodness have never changed. Hope exists eternal. This is the very essence of the saying ‘the Castpoint never ceases, the Castpoint has arrived.’ That history is the very foundation we built the guild. When hope seemed lost, and death was imminent, one Herald led the way and created the turning point. The hero, cast all they had into that moment and then the war waged was won. The question now is, where hope lies in this moment? Here dragon, upon dragon have met and united. I do not take away from the gravity of despair and suffering of your race. But do not let that suffering and despair kill hope. For without it, only then is the dragon race doomed. Hear me, Jura, it is now that the lands cry out for a new Herald. In a dark time, such as this, will you meet their cries? Will you answer the call of the Heralds?”
Ashe turned her gaze over the group present, “Perhaps it is not a coincidence that we encountered the others. Despite how stifling Validar’s presence is. Perhaps this will open the opportunity to restore what was lost.”
The halfling ended her encouragement, letting it sink. A minute or so passed before, a new panicked atmosphere swept through. Jura confirmed her suspicions at the sudden change of events. Without hesitation, Ashe gobbled the last piece of her sandwich up and jumped on the dragonness’s back. Ignoring the scales digging into her legs, Ashe in seconds, had an arrow knocked in trained familiarity. She tapped twice on Jura’s back, a signal letting her friend know she was ready.
She glanced at the others’ noting their actions. One drake shouted warning of inbound hostiles. Thinking of Rega and the young one, she was glad to see Crystal protecting them. She muttered loudly, “Heralds, guide my arrow true.” One handheld the bow, the arrow lowered but facing forward the other touched the string to pull back. Her legs squeezed around Jura as much as possible, ready for any action her companion would make.
Ashe moved when Jura rolled over. She continued to work on her sandwich then responded to Jura’s thanks with, “Think nothing of it.” She watched Crystal wipe off and redress the wounds, angered by the countless inflictions done to her friend. Solemn, she said to Jura, “I will revel in taking Diabmoure down for good. Once we reach the mountains south, I am going to send word to forward some plans.”
The conversation shifted to the dragonling. Ashe glanced at the other group and then back to Jura, worried about her companion’s rising temper. The halfling paused, sadness welled in her stomach and anger teeth gritted. Yet those emotions she channelled out when Crystal spoke. Choosing calmness instead of anger, and gratitude to Crystal replaced the sadness.
Switching topics once more, Crystal provided a vague answer on the company’s mode of transport and time estimation. The kitsune then finished her healing spells. The halfling took note of the current diagnosis for her friend, wondering if Jura would ignore her injuries under the circumstances. She already has ignored them. I do not know if Jura can even see her limits that’s how far she pushed herself.
When Crystal went to leave Ashe smiled and tapped her palm under her left shoulder, her arm across her chest, “Thank you Crystal for your aid. Truly it is greatly appreciated.” Then Jura summed up exactly how Ashe felt about the bubbly kitsune, “Indeed. She is a hard character to dislike.” Now alone, Ashe faced the blue dragoness beside her.
“Jura,” Ashe spoke tenderly yet assured and firm. Her heart warmed for her friend desiring to edify her, “I will speak frankly. You are not alone in the suffering of loss. The dragon race has suffered the most, but that pain is shared by your companion, who stands before you now. Having your nation, and your people turn away from you, family, livelihood, and reputation ripped away is known to me. Do not doubt my loyalty or my experiences. I left my prestige, abandoned my people, my King and father who turned to evil for you. I swore to you in my departure, with my strength, mind, and hands I will serve good. I would see you, personally, your race and the people and nation restored.”
The halfling growing steadfast, silently prayed that her close friend be comforted in this period and continued to speak, “The world has turned towards death, blood and grief yet hope and goodness have never changed. Hope exists eternal. This is the very essence of the saying ‘the Castpoint never ceases, the Castpoint has arrived.’ That history is the very foundation we built the guild. When hope seemed lost, and death was imminent, one Herald led the way and created the turning point. The hero, cast all they had into that moment and then the war waged was won. The question now is, where hope lies in this moment? Here dragon, upon dragon have met and united. I do not take away from the gravity of despair and suffering of your race. But do not let that suffering and despair kill hope. For without it, only then is the dragon race doomed. Hear me, Jura, it is now that the lands cry out for a new Herald. In a dark time, such as this, will you meet their cries? Will you answer the call of the Heralds?”
Ashe turned her gaze over the group present, “Perhaps it is not a coincidence that we encountered the others. Despite how stifling Validar’s presence is. Perhaps this will open the opportunity to restore what was lost.”
The halfling ended her encouragement, letting it sink. A minute or so passed before, a new panicked atmosphere swept through. Jura confirmed her suspicions at the sudden change of events. Without hesitation, Ashe gobbled the last piece of her sandwich up and jumped on the dragonness’s back. Ignoring the scales digging into her legs, Ashe in seconds, had an arrow knocked in trained familiarity. She tapped twice on Jura’s back, a signal letting her friend know she was ready.
She glanced at the others’ noting their actions. One drake shouted warning of inbound hostiles. Thinking of Rega and the young one, she was glad to see Crystal protecting them. She muttered loudly, “Heralds, guide my arrow true.” One handheld the bow, the arrow lowered but facing forward the other touched the string to pull back. Her legs squeezed around Jura as much as possible, ready for any action her companion would make.