Creative Corner

Here we go. My first nuzlock, this should be exciting. This will be a small sub-clan in my lair, everyone else is staying. [quote=Rules Time][b][u]The rules[/u][/b] 1.You can buy a dragon from the AH after you've leveled three dragons to level 25. This means that you can still get rare breeds that are impossible to find scrolls for, it's just extremely difficult. 2. [s]You can only buy one egg a month.[/s] No buying eggs for me. I can only hatch eggs that I find, brew, or one of the ones I have stored in my vault. 3. [s]You can't scatter scroll a dragon until they've reached level 25.[/s] No scatters, we'll color clash and like it. 4. You can't give a dragon a primary gene until level 10, can't give them a secondary gene until level 15, and can't give them a tertiary gene until level 20. 5. For every egg you find, whether in the coliseum or by scavenging, you may purchase one breed change for any dragon. 6. [s]You cannot gather food, you must grind for it in the coli.[/s] I will still be gathering food, but I will make sure to coli enough to feed the new clan. 7. If a dragon faints in the coli, it's dead. Exalt. [b][u]Nests[/u]:[/b] Nests will be extremely rare as I have limited space and they need to make sense storywise. 1. For every hatchling, flip a coin. 2. If tails, the hatchling died. Exalt. 3. If heads, you have a survivor. [/quote] Any additional rules or notes will be added as needed. [center][u]pinglist[/u] Violetah[/center]

[center][b]The clan[/b] [u]The leader[/u] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=3921&tab=dragon&did=29763518][img]http://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/portraits/297636/29763518p.png[/img][/url] Auriga [u]Members[/u] [columns][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&tab=dragon&id=3921&did=48601430][img]http://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/portraits/486015/48601430p.png[/img][/url] Ildan[nextcol] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=3921&tab=dragon&did=48755911][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/portraits/487560/48755911p.png[/img][/url] Morgawr[nextcol] [url=http://flightrising.com/rendern/portraits/490971/49097028p.png][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/portraits/490971/49097028p.png[/img][/url] Illegra[nextcol] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=3921&tab=dragon&did=49259335][img]http://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/portraits/492594/49259335p.png[/img][/url] Dabuo[nextcol] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=3921&tab=dragon&did=49294081][img]http://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/portraits/492941/49294081p.png[/img][/url] Isyander[nextcol] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=3921&tab=dragon&did=49442325][img]http://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/portraits/494424/49442325p.png[/img][/url] Allayi[/columns] [columns][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=3921&tab=dragon&did=49728141][img]http://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/portraits/497282/49728141p.png[/img][/url] Eslek[nextcol] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=3921&tab=dragon&did=49662631][img]http://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/portraits/496627/49662631p.png[/img][/url] Mezari[nextcol] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&tab=dragon&id=3921&did=49662635][img]http://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/portraits/496627/49662635p.png[/img][/url] Urkan[nextcol] [/center]

Auriga awoke jolting out of a nightmare of fangs and claws and monstrous shapes cloaked in shadow. She lay very still and took deep breaths slowly banishing the fear. She was safe, the corners of the room were not filled with twisted claws, that was long ago, this place was safe.

Heartbeat almost back to normal Auriga sat up, one hand rubbing at her scarred shoulder. It ached, a sure sign of bad weather to come.

“Better get moving, the day’s not getting any younger.” She murmured to herself.

If bad weather was on its way, as she was sure it was, the old break in her shoulder had yet to be wrong, she was going to need to stock up on supplies. It was the season where you didn’t just get one storm coming off the Sea, it was usually a series of storms that could last days if not weeks.

It was well past midday when Auriga came upon an unusual sight, a flock of geese having a stand off with a dragon. Normally geese wouldn’t bother a full grown dragon but the tundra facing them down was very young and very scrawny even with his fur all fluffed out. The reason for the standoff was a small pile of nuts and plants between the tundra’s paws. Clearly the geese thought they could steal a free meal from the young dragon. Auriga could see why they thought that, now that she was looking closer she could see the young tundra’s ribs through too thin fur and he didn’t appear all that steady on his feet. The food between his paws was probably his first meal in days.

Auriga couldn’t let the standoff continue any further and leapt out of the bushes at the geese. At the sight of the much larger dragon the geese fled, honking and hissing indignantly back at her. Snorting in amusement Auriga turned to the tundra. Up close he looked even worse and she pushed back the date of his last meal, it wasn’t days ago it must have been over a week since he’d had a proper meal.

“Mine.” He growled at her, trying to look menacing.

“Yes, that is yours, I’m not going to take it.” She reassured him.

Relief flooded the tundra’s features and he swayed dangerously on his feet, his anger had been the only thing holding him upright.

“Easy now,” Auriga placed a steadying hand on his shoulder. “What’s your name, child? And where’s your clan?”

“Ildan. They…they left me, said I was a burden on the clan.” Ildan hung his head in shame.

Abandoned. Auriga’s anger flared. No clan should abandon a helpless child just because food ran low. And to tell that child it was his fault was just doubly cruel. Auriga’s mind was made up in an instant.

“Well, clearly they couldn’t see your worth. A little fighter like you is never a burden. Now put your food in here,” She handed him one of her satchels, “You’re not going to fend for yourself anymore.”

Ildan looked up at her, a glimmer of hope in his eyes.

“Don’t worry about walking or flying. Get on my back, I can carry you.” Auriga knew this meant that she’d have to work harder gathering food, doubly so with that storm on the way, but she couldn’t leave the boy to starve to death not when his clan had done just that to him.

Ildan clutched his little pouch of food to his chest with one hand as he awkwardly climbed onto Auriga’s back. “All set?” She felt her pack straps shift as he grabbed onto them. “Alright, lets go home.”

Ildan stared at Auriga’s home with a mixture of confusion and wonder.

“Not quite like your old home, I’m guessing?” Auriga smiled down at the boy.

“It’s made of trees.” Ildan leaned heavily on Auriga as they walked inside the dwelling. His soft gasp as they entered caused Auriga’s smile to widen slightly.

She was proud of her home. It had taken her months of magic and hard work to construct a typical treehouse home of the Viridian Labyrinth. Well, as close as she could with the smaller trees of the Sunbeam Ruins. Instead of building her home out of one massive tree she instead used a handful of smaller trees, weaving their branches together and filling the gaps between their trunks with boards and stones. The result was close enough to her old home to feel comfortable but different enough to keep the darker memories at bay.

“What is that?!” Ildan growled, protectively clutching his satchel of plants to his chest.

Auriga followed his gaze and saw a fluttering pink mith in the upper branches of her home tending to a small cluster of flowers. “Its all right that’s just a primrose mith. They won’t take your food,” She reassured, “Its good luck to have a mith in your home, they keep the trees healthy and make things look nice.”

The mith had shown up a couple months after Auriga finally settled down here and she had taken it as a good omen. Her previous home had been full of the helpful creatures and seeing the rosy creature flutter around her new home filled a void she hadn’t known was empty.

Auriga settled Ildan into a small alcove on the ground floor. It wasn’t long before he fell asleep, a bit of ivy still clutched in one paw. Outside the storm had finally shown up and Auriga settled into her bed on one of the upper levels and listened to the wind and rain as she too fell asleep.

Over the next few days Auriga made short gathering trips whenever there were breaks in the storms. Ildan spent this time mostly eating and sleeping, which did him a world of good. His ribs were no longer so painfully obvious and he was becoming more energetic.

Now that Ildan had regained some energy Auriga decided that it was time to take him with her on short gathering trips. On one of these trips they came upon a scattered array of ruined objects, many of which looked like they had been dropped from the sky. Auriga winced, some dragon must have been caught out in the most recent storm, she hoped that they wouldn’t come across any remains. They began picking through the debris looking for anything salvageable.

“Auriga! I found something weird!” Auriga dashed over to Ildan, hoping that “something weird” wasn’t a body.

Ildan was tentatively poking at a weird green object, something about it reminded Auriga of something but she couldn’t quite place what. Ildan poked the object a little harder and as more of it shifted into view Auriga drew in a sharp breath.

“By the Eleven, that’s an egg.” Auriga gently picked up the egg. It felt warm and alive. One of the gods must have been watching over the egg for it to have survived the fall that shattered most of the other objects on the ground.

A sharp, cold wind picked up and Auriga glanced up at the sky. Dark clouds on the horizon were beginning to race across the sky.

“We need to get back home before we get blown out of the sky like whoever dropped this poor egg.”

Ildan nodded and began quickly shoving scraps of cloth and bits of scattered food into his satchels. Auriga was glad Ildan could finally come out gathering with her, they were definitely going to need the extra food now that they would have another mouth to feed.

The storms turned from rain to snow and one morning Auriga awoke to find the forest covered in a blanket of snow and ice. Little Morgawr eyed the snow with delight and it wasn’t long before the little bogsneak was rolling around and jumping in and out of snowdrifts with glee. Even Ildan joined in. Auriga was glad for that, Ildan deserved to play. She had been worried that he was growing up too fast and missing the childhood he would otherwise be enjoying in a larger clan, one that looked after its children instead of abandoning them.

A patch of snow caught Auriga’s eye. It didn’t look different than the snow around it but she detected the slight aura of magic from it.

“Hey, watch this.” She scooped up a handful of snow and breathed on it. It melted away at the warmth. Then she scooped up the patch she saw earlier and breathed. The snow remained just as glittering and cold as before.

“Whooooa,” Morgawr bounded closer, peered into Auriga’s hands, and poked at the snow. “Why won’t it melt?”

“This is special snow blessed by the Icewarden to never melt.” Auriga handed the lump of snow to Ildan who turned it over in his paws trying to see if he could get it to melt. “It’s used as a currency during the Crystalline Gala, a big festival in honor of the Icewarden and his flight.”

“A festival?” Ildan's eyes lit up, “Can we go?”

“That’s the plan.” Auriga smiled at the delight that lit up Ildan and Morgawr’s faces.

Snow gathering turned into a game between Ildan and Morgawr. Ildan ended up winning once he realized that his lightning magics generated heat. This had the added bonus of clearing almost all the snow from around their home.

Now each of them carried a basket full of eternal snow as they flew towards the large market grounds in the Promenade. The boys had been disappointed to learn that they wouldn’t be going to the main Gala festival in the Southern Icefield but had perked up when she told them that the festival grounds here would be just as good, and much warmer too.

Auriga was glad that they had gathered so much more eternal snow than she anticipated. Every merchant accepted festival currency during the elemental holidays and there were many things that her small family needed that couldn’t be scavenged up. Many were mundane things, like blankets or seasonings, but others were a bit more specialized. Ildan, ever the fighter, need some armor to keep him safe as he threw himself into battle with anything and everything. Morgawr, on the other hand, was already showing an aptitude for healing magic and needed proper spellbooks to learn from. All of which could be found at the various merchants who would attend the festival.

Auriga kept an eye on the banners and flags of the various merchants as they wandered around the festival grounds. She was hoping to find one she recognized, she’d rather buy merchandise from a source she knew than from an unknown. She was about to give up when she spotted a symbol she recognized, one of Kaleidoscope’s merchants was here.

“Ildan, Morgawr, over here.” She called. The pair reluctantly pulled themselves away from a dragon manipulating a block of ice into a sculpture. “Ready to spend your snow?” Her question was met with enthusiastic nods.

The banner flew over a large, multicolored tent, stepping inside Auriga could smell the familiar spicy scent of incense. Her old clan had always bought incense from Kaleidoscope’s merchants. A skydancer wearing a truly excessive amount of jewelry looked up from the bolt of cloth she was folding. “Welcome! I’m Ercana. What can I help you with today?”

“I’ve got a list,” Auriga fished the piece of parchment from a bag, “And…”

“Do you have any armor?” Ildan interrupted, eagerly stepping forward.

Ercana laughed, “Of course, right over here my young warrior.” She directed him towards the armor racks and Ildan immediately began picking up pieces and holding them up to himself in a mirror. Ercana turned back to Auriga, head cocked to one side inviting her to finish.

“Do you have any spellbooks pertaining to healing?” Auriga gestured at Morgawr who had started sniffing the various incense sticks and candles that filled one shelf, “This one is showing some talent for it and needs more instruction than I can give him.”

“Already showing an aptitude you say? ‘Randi, can you come her and give this young mage a hand picking out spellbooks?” Ercana called.

A nocturne in mage robes emerged from behind a curtain. She nodded to Ercana and Auriga before gently steering Morgawr towards a pair of bookcases.

“Now, you have a list?” Ercana held out a hand and Auriga placed the list in it.
“Yes, I think we have everything you’re looking for.” She paused and a look crept over her face like she just put two pieces of a puzzle together. “Clan Hurnas of the Shrieking Wilds.”

Grief filled Auriga at the sound of her old clan’s name. It must have showed on her face as Ercana placed a sympathetic hand on her shoulder. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything. I heard about what happened. Were there any other…”

“No, just me.” Auriga rubbed at the scars on her shoulders.

“I’m sorry,” Giving Auriga’s shoulder a sympathetic squeeze Ercana set about gathering the items from the list. Auriga was grateful for the time it gave her to compose herself.

Once Auriga had a handle on her emotions she began to peruse the wares in the tent. Kaleidoscope’s merchants always carried a little bit of everything, you never knew what kind of things you’d find in one of their tents. She stopped in front of a row of deactivated cat shaped golems.

“Those are our defense golems. They’re great for guarding storerooms or smaller lairs.” Ercana spoke as she measured spices into containers.

“I’ll take one of these as well.” The golem would be useful those times when they were all out gathering food.

Once everyone was done picking out their items Ercana had Mulhorandi shrink down the deactivated golem for easy travel.

“Just send a bit of magic through here,” She touched a carving on the golem’s forehead, “and the golem will expand and activate.”

Auriga handed over almost all of their eternal snow, she was almost certain Ercana gave them a discount. But she glad not to have to dip into their small treasure fund to pay for everything.

She hadn’t planned on staying the night but once Ildan and Morgawr found out that there were fireworks they both begged to stay and watch them. Auriga gave in, their home would be ok without them for one night.

“Something feels wrong.”

Ildan looked up from the goat he just killed as Morgawr spoke. “You hear something or is this your,” he wiggled his fingers in front of his face, “oracle thing.”

Morgawr rolled his eyes, “The oracle thing.” His tail lashed back and forth in frustration, “I don’t know what’s wrong, but something feels off.”

Ildan patted his brother’s shoulder in sympathy. Morgawr had started to develop a Water dragon’s trademark oracle powers and it frustrated him that they were so vague right now. As Ildan turned his attention back to the dead goat the wind shifted and he caught a new scent. The scent of blood, lots of it, and something else that made his hackles rise.

“Ildan? What’s…” Before Morgawr could finish his question Ildan was already racing off in the direction of the scent. It wasn’t just a scent that he caught on the wind but also the very faint sound of screaming.

Morgawr followed his brother and it wasn’t long before he too could also hear and smell what had set Ildan off. He was sure that this is what his oracle senses had been trying to tell him and he redoubled efforts to catch up to the swifter tundra.

The source of the screaming, and the blood, was a young ridgeback and two small hatchlings, a mirror and tundra. Both hatchlings clung to the ridgeback as she struggled to evade a creature that must have crawled straight out of a nightmare. The creature looked like it was stitched together out of the leftover bits of other creatures, too many claws and mouths and eyes, and a black goo seeped from the seams. The sight of it caused Morgawr’s stomach to churn and he stumbled to a halt.

If the sight bothered Ildan he didn’t show it. He roared and leapt upon the terror, ripping into it with his great fangs and claws. Morgawr only paused for a moment longer, casting a quick healing spell on the ridgeback to staunch the bleeding, before adding his magics to the fray.

The fight was short but brutal by necessity. Early on it became apparent that the creature could regenerate, its flesh knitting back together with that black goo. However, the heat of Ildan’s lightning burned the goo away creating injuries that the creature could not heal, at least not quickly. Claws and fangs wreathed with electricity, Ildan tore the creature to shreds leaving charred bits of flesh in his wake. Morgawr used his own magics to slow the creature giving Ildan openings that he could exploit.

Once the creature was down, Ildan charring its remains beyond recognition, Morgawr turned his attention back to the ridgeback and her charges. The little tundra and mirror hatchlings appeared frightened but uninjured, however the ridgeback was in bad shape. Her wings were shredded and deep gashes covered her back, sometime during the fight she had passed out. Morgawr was glad he cast that healing spell first, she might have died otherwise.

“Shhhh, shhhh,” Morgawr spoke softly to the hatchlings, “Every thing’s ok now. You’re going to be alright.” Pale blue light surrounded his hands and he began to patch up the worst of the ridgeback’s wounds.

“We shouldn’t stay here long.” Ildan’s voice was low and filled with urgency. “I don’t want to find out if there are more of those things out here.”

“Let me get her stabilized enough for travel.” The light intensified as he worked.
Ildan coaxed the pair of hatchlings away from the ridgeback and picked them up. He spoke something to the pair before lifting into the air, trusting that Morgawr would follow shortly. The light faded from Morgawr’s hands but lingered on the ridgeback’s wounds. Morgawr gently picked up his patient and awkwardly launched himself into the air after his brother.

As the snows of the Crystalline Gala melted away Auriga started planting a garden. With both Ildan and Morgawr coming into their own as capable fighters she could trust them to go out gathering on their own. This left her with plenty of time to start work on various projects that she never before had the time for, like finally building a proper garden.

Auriga hummed to herself as she worked. Already small green shoots grew up in neat rows, Auriga’s magic ensuring that each seed she planted sprouted. She looked up from her work as she heard the now familiar grinding sound the cat golem made when it moved. It had stood up in its patch of sunlight and was looking towards the sky, its tail twitching back and forth.

Auriga followed its gaze upward and spotted Ildan and Morgawr. She started to turn back to her work but then whipped her head back up and stared. Both were flying much faster than normal and Morgawr was carrying something that looked very much like another dragon. Quickly she cleared away her gardening supplies making as large and clear a landing zone as she could.

Ildan landed first and Auriga was surprised to see a pair of wailing and terrified hatchlings in his arms. A moment later Morgawr came to a rough landing and that surprise was replaced with shock as she saw the bloodied ridgeback he carried.

The next couple hours were a whirl of frantic activity. Morgawr worked tirelessly to keep his patient alive. Auriga and Ildan lent what aid they could to his endeavor after calming and putting the hatchlings to sleep. During this time Ildan told her what happened and the tale froze the blood in her veins.

A shade beast. Auriga began to tremble. A shade beast so close to her home. She gripped her scarred shoulder, images of that night flooding back to her.

“Auri? Auri?” Ildan’s voice was filled with worry, “Auriga, its gone. We killed it. It’s ok, it’s safe.”

Auriga came back to the present as Ildan gently touched her on unscarred shoulder. “I’m alright,” She shook her head to chase away the last of the memories. “Some old and unpleasant memories resurfaced when I heard about your fight.” She patted his arm reassuringly. It didn’t seem to work as Ildan kept glancing at her with a worried look on his face for the rest of the day.

The next day the ridgeback, Illegra, was conscious enough to tell her side of the story. She was apprenticed to an Earthshaper in a small roving clan of crafters. The attack had come as they were taking down their camp and preparing to move on. In the chaos no one was able to mount a proper defense. Illegra barely had enough time to grab the two hatchlings and flee.

Later Auriga and Ildan flew above the forest towards the location of the camp to check for other survivors. As they reached the location it became evident that there were no other survivors. Auriga counted the bodies from the air and the total matched the number that Illegra gave her.

“Should we do something?” Ildan sounded sick.

“We can’t.” Auriga turned in the air but not towards home, “But I know where we can find someone who can.”

It was another hour before they reached the closest crossroads and trading post. One of the merchants who kept permanent shop there would know how to get in touch with a member of the Bone Court. When they got to the crossroads it turned out that one of the Court was already there.

A guardian named Berath listened to their tale. “Do not worry, I can lay their bodies to rest.” Her head cocked to one side as if listening to an unseen voice. “And do not worry for my safety, the spirits say the beasts are long gone. There is nothing to fear from them.” There was a certain weight to her words, she wasn’t just speaking about herself being safe from the beasts but Auriga as well.

“Thank you.” A great weight of fear lifted from Auriga. She trusted the guardian’s words, those of the Bone Court were said to have strange powers and if this one said that spirits told her that she and Auriga would be safe Auriga was going to believe it.

The day was sunny and warm. Morgawr sat outside as he worked, griding ingredients for various potions. Illegra sat in a puddle of sun not far away, tapping a stylus on the ground as she she studied a sketch in front of her. Her health had greatly improved over the weeks, but her wings were not up to flying yet so she couldn’t go out gathering with the others.

Morgawr took a pinch of the now powdered leaf and added it to a vial of liquid. The liquid fizzed slightly and he charged it with just a touch of magic. The fizzing stopped and the liquid glowed a faint red. He smiled a little, pleased with the result.

There was a rustle in the bushes and both dragons pointedly ignored it but shifted ever so slightly so they could leap into action if need be. The rustle came again, a little closer to where some meat was drying in the sun. Something was clearly trying to steal some food. There was a muffled curse as a stick loudly cracked underfoot. No, not something, someone.

There was silence for the span of a couple minutes before the rustling started back up. Whoever it was was definitely inching closer to the food. Illegra closed her eyes and let her magic seep into the ground, feeling for the intruder’s footsteps. The next time they tried to move the earth around their feet rose up trapping them.

“Well hello there, little thief.” Morgawr looked down on the would be food thief, a hissing, angry young pearlcatcher.

“Let. Me. Go.” She growled. The attempt at intimidation came out more cute than menacing.

Morgawr shared an amused look with Illegra. “If you want to steal from others you need to learn to be quieter.”

“We can feed you little one. You just needed to ask.” Illegra’s magic once again touched the earth and the pearlcatcher’s feet were freed.

“It’s Allayi not “little one.” She huffed. “I need a healing potion too.”

“A healing potion? Are you injured?” Morgawr looked over Allayi. She was appeared underfed but not hurt.

Allayi nervously shifted on her feet and there was a long pause before she finally sighed and answered. “Its not for me, food isn’t either, my friend is hurt. I think something is broken cause he can’t move anymore.”

At that confession Morgawr and Illegra shared a silent look, this could be a trap to lure one or both of them away so that others could loot their home, but the barest hint of desperation and fear over the welfare of her friend in her tone gave a ring of truth to Allayi’s words. Illegra moved off and began to put together a pack of food.

“I’m a healer Allayi,” Morgawr’s tone was gentle, all joking set aside. “Take me to your friend and I can help him better than any potion can.”

Illegra came back, pack filled with food in one hand and Morgawr’s healing satchel in the other. “I’ll stay here,” She told him. “I should clean out the storage room.” Morgawr nodded, if he came back with Allayi’s injured friend there would be a place for them to sleep.

Morgawr and Allayi flew in silence. She lead him to the outskirts of the Hewn City, its shadowed streets ominous in the bright sunshine. With only a quick look behind to make sure he was still following Allayi darted into the shadows. Turning down a narrow side street she stopped in front of a ruined structure.

“In here.”

Morgawr surreptitiously readied his magic just in case this was a trap and he needed to get away quickly. As soon as he entered the building he knew it wasn’t necessary. The dark interior held little other than stacks of books, some candles, and one very young wildclaw curled up on a pile of tattered blankets.

As Allayi lit more candles Morgawr moved to inspect his patient. He had clearly been beaten very badly. Allayi had been right when she said something might be broken, Morgawr’s magic showed a number of broken and fractured bones as well a fever that did not bode well.

Allayi crouched near by, tail flicking worriedly. “You can fix him, right?”

“Allayi, how did this happen?” Morgawr set his satchel on the ground and removed a pale blue potion that shimmered faintly in the flickering light.

“Eslek got caught in the library. Only dragons in the Order of Illumination are supposed to be in there. But the library’s so big and no one uses the oldest rooms, we thought we’d be safe. We just wanted to learn, read all the books. But the Order doesn’t let outsiders in. We just wanted to learn and they hurt him.” Allayi sounded close to tears. “Please fix him.”

As Morgawr fed Eslek the potion he watched as tension left the young wildclaw’s muscles as his pain eased and much of the swelling around the worst of the injuries was reduced. “I’ll help him Allayi, but this is going to take a while to heal even with magic. I need to take him back with me.” He kept going even as Allayi tried to protest. “You can come with of course. I can’t leave either of you here in a place like this.”

Allayi was quite for a moment. “Then what?”

“Hmmmm?”

“What happens after Eslek is better? What will you do with us?”

“I won’t do anything. You can stay and live with my family or you can leave. It’ll be your choice.”

Allayi watched Morgawr as he continued to work on Eslek. “Ok, but I need to bring all our books. Eslek and I worked to hard finding them to lose them.” Something in her tone made Morgawr think that some of the books were stolen, probably from this library she spoke of.

Morgawr nodded. “Pack up as many as you can. If its more than we can carry then you can come back tomorrow with some of my family and they will help.” He pushed the package of food towards her, “Eat something too, this is going to take a while.”