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The wind whips around the giant young man and he basks in it the valley stretches out below him and he looks and and smiles. Most days he is defending that valley with life and limb, but not today. Today he has trekked into the peaks of he spine.
The wind is biting cold and the part of him that are not covered are turning numb. He doesn't notice. There are voices in the wind. Voices that calm him and ease his thought, and he is singing with him. His stutter is gone here. Here he is close to milil and he lets his voice flow, and he listens for milil's answers in the wind.
When he is in the valley he belongs to the Red Knight. He fights for her and he plans for her, but he is not whole. Even there in the valley, as he stands beside his brothers and sisters defending the valley, part of him is here with milil. His god is fixing his voice. He can feel it. He is filled with promises of a conduit to allow him to control his voice. With it he could be a true tuneservant, a true follower of his first patron. He comes here for guidance and for hope. Hope that one day he will have a voice of command, a voice that he can use to the benefit of both his patrons.The voices in the wind begin to fade...
Now he is sure what he must do. His duties to the valley cannot be shurked and he must return soon to the valley. However, he will return soon for more guidance.There is hope yet.
" I w..will form the conduit. I w..will do my part."
He then pulls his cloak close about him and begins his return trek to the valley. A storm was picking up. The storm reminds him both of his immediate danger, and the dangers he is returning to in the valley. He would almost choose the simple dangers of the snows over the confusion and violence of the valley. He knows his duty is to protect the innocent, but what of those allied with the Veritas. If they do not fight do they do they still deserve death? His head is shaking and the tears in his eyes are caused by more than the wind as he leaves the comfort of milils voices behind... he is returning to the chaos, but there is some hope.
The wind is biting cold and the part of him that are not covered are turning numb. He doesn't notice. There are voices in the wind. Voices that calm him and ease his thought, and he is singing with him. His stutter is gone here. Here he is close to milil and he lets his voice flow, and he listens for milil's answers in the wind.
When he is in the valley he belongs to the Red Knight. He fights for her and he plans for her, but he is not whole. Even there in the valley, as he stands beside his brothers and sisters defending the valley, part of him is here with milil. His god is fixing his voice. He can feel it. He is filled with promises of a conduit to allow him to control his voice. With it he could be a true tuneservant, a true follower of his first patron. He comes here for guidance and for hope. Hope that one day he will have a voice of command, a voice that he can use to the benefit of both his patrons.The voices in the wind begin to fade...
Now he is sure what he must do. His duties to the valley cannot be shurked and he must return soon to the valley. However, he will return soon for more guidance.There is hope yet.
" I w..will form the conduit. I w..will do my part."
He then pulls his cloak close about him and begins his return trek to the valley. A storm was picking up. The storm reminds him both of his immediate danger, and the dangers he is returning to in the valley. He would almost choose the simple dangers of the snows over the confusion and violence of the valley. He knows his duty is to protect the innocent, but what of those allied with the Veritas. If they do not fight do they do they still deserve death? His head is shaking and the tears in his eyes are caused by more than the wind as he leaves the comfort of milils voices behind... he is returning to the chaos, but there is some hope.