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!2he8cbHXgM 10/01/11(Sat)22:21 No.16489728„Can do what?” she says, snatching up a pair of bowls and filling them with steaming soup. „Take servants.” Her reaction’s harsh. „She is not my servant.” Breathing in, the girl calms a little, putting on a smile for Nitalah. „If you tell me the name of your friends, I’ll tell you hers.” „Well, I’m the only one who’s supposed to know. But I call them Rakib and Rahir and Rahar.” The fanged spirit hisses, snapping it’s jaw, and the steel one just stares, but if a humanoid whirlwind ever looked indignant, this one sure did now. Akasha nods, handing her companion a bowl and wooden spoon. „Her name is Khasi.” she gestures at the woman, almost dropping her meal when she thinks she shouldn’t have talked. The guardian laughs, and lays a hand on her shoulder. „Don’t worry, I am yours. My name, my very essence, comes from you, and none can do anything against it. I am Khasi, sentinel of crossroads, warden of wanderers. I have not seen a Sarji in quite some time.”
The child steps forward, standing at attention, speaking with care. „Well met, O spirit. What are your intentions? Are you one of the Irkesa? And are you willing to serve the blood of Sarjek?” Khasi steps forward, and pulls on Nitalah’s cheeks. „Aren’t you cute, trying to bind me? I am not for you to take, little one.” The veil doesn’t cover the pouting face she makes, but she steps back, ashamed, as Carver snaps at her. „What did I tell you? No more of this nonsense. Sit, and eat.” He sighs, and turns towards the girl. „I must apologise. Her manners are sorely lacking. You are a mage now, if there are any questions you would ask, please, go ahead. I will try to answer.” |