Tarmagon
Murphy was an optimist.
Kyrin Tyrnain looked up at the bright jingle of bells as someone opened the door to his modest shop. Setting aside the small piece of stone he had been carving into the semblance of a liska, he brushed the fine stone dust from his apron and rose, moving to the curtain that separated his work area from the rest of his shop. Pausing for a moment, he ran his fingers through his unruly hair, trying to settle the deep brown locks into some semblance of order, but gave up with a growl of frustration after a few, painful tugs.
"Who ever is there is no coming to critique your personal grooming," he chided himself silently. "They are here for your skills."
Smiling pleasantly, Kyrin pushed aside the leather, and immediately froze, the smile slipping away from his face. Shyna Mintha, daughter of chief Mintha, stood in the center of his shop, looking at the small stone figures that adorned the shelves with unconcealed distaste. Shyna spun towards him at the quiet susurration of sound from the leather curtain, pinning Kyrin with eyes the same vibrant violet as a nythar blossom. Unlike a nythar blossom though, those eyes were harder than the stone Kyrin had so recently been working.
"Chief Mintha requires your presence, half-breed," Shyna said, her voice cold. "You will report to him immediately."
Without waiting for a reply, Shyna turned her back on Kyrin and left the shop without a backward glance, and Kyrin sighed heavily. Shyna was one of the Kin who couldn't seem to look past the fact that Kyrin had a human father and a Kin mother. For Shyna, his existence was an affront to the natural order of things.
"Thanks be to the Lady that so few share her attitude," Kyrin breathed. "And doubly thanked that her father does not share her views."
Setting aside his work apron, Kyrin picked up his small bag of carved figurines, tying it to his belt and glancing around his shop. He wasn't worried about anyone coming into his shop. If someone needed one of his carvings, they were welcome to it. The items on display in his shop would do little more than close a cut, or speed the healing of a bruise, but they were still welcome to the parents of young children, soothing a sore throat, or taking the pain away from a nispi sting. Satisfied, he headed out into the bright spring day, his steps leading him unerringly to the Chief's house. As he approached, he saw Shyna duck inside and moments later her voice announced the arrival of the 'half-breed mongrel'.
"Away with you and your attitude," Kyrin heard Chief Mintha's voice say sharply. "You shame your house with your lack of maturity and control."
Ignoring the argument that erupted behind the closed door, Kyrin waited until the angry voices had died away and the distinctive sound of a door slamming announced the end of the argument before knocking politely. The door opened immediately, and Kyrin found himself face to face with the chief of the N'varun.
"Be welcome in my home Kyrin, son of Meltha and Dormick." Mintha said formally, bowing and gesturing for Kyrin to enter.
"I am welcomed Chief Mintha," Kyrin said equally formally, bowing in return before stepping inside. "May your House be blessed."
"Blessed with understanding," Mintha said wryly. "You heard?" At Kyrin's nod, the old Chieftan grimaced, but gestured to a pair of chairs set at a comfortable distance from each other. Kyrin settled into one, and the chief took the other. He studied Kyrin for a moment, his face serious, then he nodded.
"We have received a request for assistance," Mintha said without preamble. "The Shinka are having a problem, and it is in my mind that of all of the tribe, you are the one with the skills to provide them the help they need. Shinka island has become plagued by strange beasts, which seem to be twisted versions of ordinary creatures. They have also been struck by more than their fair share of spring storms. Add in sightings of night glows, and it seems likely that there is a deposit of kythria somewhere upon the island. One which has gone critical. With your ability to work the material, it might be possible for you to approach close enough to perhaps break up whatever is causing their problems."
"I, might." Kyrin said slowly. "I am, resistant to the effects of raw kythria, but I cannot sense it. If the ore is buried deep, it might be beyond easy discovery."
"We know this," Mintha said, nodding. "You will be but one of three. The Chief of the Shinka has arranged for a Sky-singer to forewarn of storms, and a Finder to help locate ore. He has even arranged for a Pathfinder to escort you to Shinka Island. I cannot order you to do this, but I would ask that you consider this to help our relations with the Shinka."
"I shall do this," Kyrin said immediately. "When do I depart?"
"You are certain?" Mintha asked, surprised at Kyrin's immediate agreement. "The Pathfinder will meet you at the Moongate at your convenience."
"Then we may depart within the hour," Kyrin said. "I must do naught save gather my pack. My shop will care for itself in my absence, and there are enough charms to tend to the minor hurts of the children until I return."
"You honor us," Mintha said, rising to clasp hands with Kyrin. "Travel safely and return to us."
"I shall do that which the Lady gives me the skill and wit to do," Kyrin replied, returning the clasp, then bowing. "I shall go collect my pack and head directly to the Moonpath."
Suiting actions to words, Kyrin left Chief Mintha's house and headed directly back to his shop. Rather than use the front door, he went around the back, entering through the back door, directly into his living quarters. His pack was sitting where he had left it, filled and ready to go. Sitting, he changed out of his town shoes, pulling on a pair of sturdy boots, suitable for long hikes though nearly any kind of terrain. Settling his pack comfortably, Kyrin filled a small bag with trail food, then stepped back out into the day, closing the door behind himself. It was only a short walk to the Moongate, and the prospect of seeing a new island while helping his tribe put a spring into Kyrin's steps. Unlike some of his kind who preferred to live in the human towns, he had always identified more with his Kin heritage, especially once his talent with kythria had surfaced. Here, he was not hounded for his trinkets and carving, the people of his tribe accepting what he offered them without demanding more. Human townsfolk wouldn't have been so understanding, of that he was certain.
"Bright the day," a voice said, pulling Kyrin from his introspection. "You are Kyrin?"
Kyrin looked up to find a garishly dressed female looking him up and down, her foot tapping with impatience. Her hair was bright green, and her eyes shone with mischief as she surveyed him.
"I am," Kyrin replied, smiling at the female. "And you are my Pathfinder?"
"Neeri, at your service!" she replied. "And for this trip, yes. Stay close, and do not wander from the Path."
Neeri's voice turned serious at her last words, and Kyrin nodded. He did not want to be lost Inbetween, no one did. Those who were rescued after being lost upon the Paths were never quite the same again, and he had no desire to find out what had changed them.
"Good," Neeri said. "Now, step as I step."
Turning to the circle of stones, Neeri studied them for a moment, then nodded to herself. Placing her feet carefully, she stepped across the ring, and vanished from Kyrin's sight. Setting his feet as Neeri had, Kyrin stepped forward as well, and the world about him vanished, turning into the grey mists of the Inbetween. Neeri stood upon a faintly glowing path, obviously waiting for him.
"Well done," she said, "Now follow me."
Neeri set off down the glowing path, and Kyrin followed close behind her, heading for Shinka Island, and an unknown future.
"Who ever is there is no coming to critique your personal grooming," he chided himself silently. "They are here for your skills."
Smiling pleasantly, Kyrin pushed aside the leather, and immediately froze, the smile slipping away from his face. Shyna Mintha, daughter of chief Mintha, stood in the center of his shop, looking at the small stone figures that adorned the shelves with unconcealed distaste. Shyna spun towards him at the quiet susurration of sound from the leather curtain, pinning Kyrin with eyes the same vibrant violet as a nythar blossom. Unlike a nythar blossom though, those eyes were harder than the stone Kyrin had so recently been working.
"Chief Mintha requires your presence, half-breed," Shyna said, her voice cold. "You will report to him immediately."
Without waiting for a reply, Shyna turned her back on Kyrin and left the shop without a backward glance, and Kyrin sighed heavily. Shyna was one of the Kin who couldn't seem to look past the fact that Kyrin had a human father and a Kin mother. For Shyna, his existence was an affront to the natural order of things.
"Thanks be to the Lady that so few share her attitude," Kyrin breathed. "And doubly thanked that her father does not share her views."
Setting aside his work apron, Kyrin picked up his small bag of carved figurines, tying it to his belt and glancing around his shop. He wasn't worried about anyone coming into his shop. If someone needed one of his carvings, they were welcome to it. The items on display in his shop would do little more than close a cut, or speed the healing of a bruise, but they were still welcome to the parents of young children, soothing a sore throat, or taking the pain away from a nispi sting. Satisfied, he headed out into the bright spring day, his steps leading him unerringly to the Chief's house. As he approached, he saw Shyna duck inside and moments later her voice announced the arrival of the 'half-breed mongrel'.
"Away with you and your attitude," Kyrin heard Chief Mintha's voice say sharply. "You shame your house with your lack of maturity and control."
Ignoring the argument that erupted behind the closed door, Kyrin waited until the angry voices had died away and the distinctive sound of a door slamming announced the end of the argument before knocking politely. The door opened immediately, and Kyrin found himself face to face with the chief of the N'varun.
"Be welcome in my home Kyrin, son of Meltha and Dormick." Mintha said formally, bowing and gesturing for Kyrin to enter.
"I am welcomed Chief Mintha," Kyrin said equally formally, bowing in return before stepping inside. "May your House be blessed."
"Blessed with understanding," Mintha said wryly. "You heard?" At Kyrin's nod, the old Chieftan grimaced, but gestured to a pair of chairs set at a comfortable distance from each other. Kyrin settled into one, and the chief took the other. He studied Kyrin for a moment, his face serious, then he nodded.
"We have received a request for assistance," Mintha said without preamble. "The Shinka are having a problem, and it is in my mind that of all of the tribe, you are the one with the skills to provide them the help they need. Shinka island has become plagued by strange beasts, which seem to be twisted versions of ordinary creatures. They have also been struck by more than their fair share of spring storms. Add in sightings of night glows, and it seems likely that there is a deposit of kythria somewhere upon the island. One which has gone critical. With your ability to work the material, it might be possible for you to approach close enough to perhaps break up whatever is causing their problems."
"I, might." Kyrin said slowly. "I am, resistant to the effects of raw kythria, but I cannot sense it. If the ore is buried deep, it might be beyond easy discovery."
"We know this," Mintha said, nodding. "You will be but one of three. The Chief of the Shinka has arranged for a Sky-singer to forewarn of storms, and a Finder to help locate ore. He has even arranged for a Pathfinder to escort you to Shinka Island. I cannot order you to do this, but I would ask that you consider this to help our relations with the Shinka."
"I shall do this," Kyrin said immediately. "When do I depart?"
"You are certain?" Mintha asked, surprised at Kyrin's immediate agreement. "The Pathfinder will meet you at the Moongate at your convenience."
"Then we may depart within the hour," Kyrin said. "I must do naught save gather my pack. My shop will care for itself in my absence, and there are enough charms to tend to the minor hurts of the children until I return."
"You honor us," Mintha said, rising to clasp hands with Kyrin. "Travel safely and return to us."
"I shall do that which the Lady gives me the skill and wit to do," Kyrin replied, returning the clasp, then bowing. "I shall go collect my pack and head directly to the Moonpath."
Suiting actions to words, Kyrin left Chief Mintha's house and headed directly back to his shop. Rather than use the front door, he went around the back, entering through the back door, directly into his living quarters. His pack was sitting where he had left it, filled and ready to go. Sitting, he changed out of his town shoes, pulling on a pair of sturdy boots, suitable for long hikes though nearly any kind of terrain. Settling his pack comfortably, Kyrin filled a small bag with trail food, then stepped back out into the day, closing the door behind himself. It was only a short walk to the Moongate, and the prospect of seeing a new island while helping his tribe put a spring into Kyrin's steps. Unlike some of his kind who preferred to live in the human towns, he had always identified more with his Kin heritage, especially once his talent with kythria had surfaced. Here, he was not hounded for his trinkets and carving, the people of his tribe accepting what he offered them without demanding more. Human townsfolk wouldn't have been so understanding, of that he was certain.
"Bright the day," a voice said, pulling Kyrin from his introspection. "You are Kyrin?"
Kyrin looked up to find a garishly dressed female looking him up and down, her foot tapping with impatience. Her hair was bright green, and her eyes shone with mischief as she surveyed him.
"I am," Kyrin replied, smiling at the female. "And you are my Pathfinder?"
"Neeri, at your service!" she replied. "And for this trip, yes. Stay close, and do not wander from the Path."
Neeri's voice turned serious at her last words, and Kyrin nodded. He did not want to be lost Inbetween, no one did. Those who were rescued after being lost upon the Paths were never quite the same again, and he had no desire to find out what had changed them.
"Good," Neeri said. "Now, step as I step."
Turning to the circle of stones, Neeri studied them for a moment, then nodded to herself. Placing her feet carefully, she stepped across the ring, and vanished from Kyrin's sight. Setting his feet as Neeri had, Kyrin stepped forward as well, and the world about him vanished, turning into the grey mists of the Inbetween. Neeri stood upon a faintly glowing path, obviously waiting for him.
"Well done," she said, "Now follow me."
Neeri set off down the glowing path, and Kyrin followed close behind her, heading for Shinka Island, and an unknown future.
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