Where To Belong
Log Info
- Title: Where To Belong
- Emitter: Aelwyn
- Place: Mictlan
- Summary:Seyardu accidentally finds the person they were looking for, to seek out Aelwyn's opinion and advice on what would be needed in a structure for the people.
Mictlan. Aelwyn was starting to get a liking to the place; the ruddy Dragoon still had preference to the more lively hustle of the big cities, yet he could not deny few facts.
Such as the fact that the weather was warm.
Though, most of the time when visiting, he was on a job or a task - ferrying things back and forth, or doing other small jobs that every community seemed to need an outsider for. Sometimes just carrying a package; sometimes a blade. With his glaive over his shoulder, the ruddy sith-makar makes his way for those hot stones, another long trip behind him.
Such was the unfortunate nature of Mictlan, the warm rocks set up in several spots were often occupied by various makari soaking in the sun. Where Aelwyn went was thankfully clear, save for a small silver makari, albeit not quite as small as Aelwyn, dressed in a leather skirt and top sprawled out over the largest of the stones. They sniff at the air once, and one eye opens to regard the dragoon. "This one can not say that they recognize you, but peace on your nest." They greet.
Aelwyn just looked at you.
Aelwyn clicked his teeth as he circles around the stones; but nearing the stone in question, he pauses. "Nest in peace," The draconian greets with a tilt of his head. He lowers his glaive in front of him and folds his hands around it's haft. "This one is not from these jungles, no." He admits, then tilts his head. "Aelwyn, a Dragoon. The one who dances with fire." He flashes his teeth. "Room?"
"What jungles? We are not in Am'shere. Unpess you are referring to not being in Mictlan much, in which case this one understands." The small makari questions curiously. "Ah! Aelwyn the dragoon, warrior caste? This one has heard of you!" She follows up quickly. "Of course, there is room for others. This one would like to speak to you, if it would not interrupt your rest too much."
The Dragoon bows his head - then pauses. "Hmmh, this one then obviously is at a disadvantage." The ruddy sith-makar says with a playful whip of his tail. "And what of Vine?"
At needing to be spoken to, there's a dumbfounded expression on his face. Then he flashes his sharp teeth again. "This one does enjoy the forwardness. What can this one be of service with?"
"Disadvantage how?" The silver makari wonders of Aelwyn as she finds herself whipped by the dragoon, their own tail moving to slap at the dragoon but finding him frustratingly out of reach. "Oh, this one would like your opinion on several matters. Both as one of the people, and as one not from Am'shere, who has had different experiences from most.""
Aelwyn flashes his teeth. "This one is known, but she is not. How else?" The Dragoon asks, hand sliding down on his hip. He leans further against his glaive, sliding it back towards the side. He gives her a curious tilt of his head once again.
"This one is not..." The Dragoon starts - but pauses that particular thought. "And what matters are those, then?" He asks instead.
"You do not know this one?" The cleric asks, seeming a bit surprised. "This one is not trying to be full of themselves, but this one is surprised you have not heard of them."
She holds out one hand. "This one is Seyardu, shaman caste, it is good to meet you, Aelwyn. It is not known what you were considering, but my statement of where you are from was not intended to be exclusionary, but rather the fact that you seem to live more in the cities than most. As for the matters, this one is building structures near Am'shere to provide aid to the people, and they are gathering ideas and suggestions from others on how to best serve and meet their needs."
Aelwyn bows his head deeply at her introduction. "Aelwyn, a Dragoon." He introduces himself, and straightens. His red ribbons settle back around his horns. "Apologies, this one should. Yet this one's time here usually is spent with what one needs to do." That is to say, deliver things.
The Dragoon flashes his teeth then. "This one does not feel excluded by the truth. Yet this one's true home is on the road; cities are simply nice stops along the way." Folding his hands over his spear again, he clicks his teeth. "This one understands it is not the way to build structures usually. Why now?"
"No, you should not feel as if you should know me, especially if you spend little time here." The cleric laughs. "It is merely a bit surprising, that is all."
"So, you feel you are not held down in one place. Why spend so much time in Alexandria, then?" Seyardu wonders. "It has been some time has it not? And that is not an entirely correct assumption. Rather, this is a new place, and one not particularly made to be a settlement, despite having become one. This one feels that it is time to correct that in some manner."
Aelwyn tilts his head then. "One does know quite much about this one. Surely this one would have recognized if she were a regular in TarRaCe." He rumbles in amusement, flicking his tail behind him. To her question, he rolls his shoulders in non-committal way. "This one has not felt the need." He glances towards the jungle then. "And this one finally saw Am'shere."
Orange eyes turning back towards the other makari, he flicks his tongue. "One does not dream of such things across the sea."
To her statement though, the ruddy sith-makar leans back. "Hmmh." A flash of his teeth. "One needs a proper marketplace. Filled with bartering, shouting, bazaars and caravans. That turns anything into a proper settlement faster than sun dries these stones."
"Perhaps you would, if this one was still a regular of the Tarrace." The silver cleric nods one, accompanied by a sigh. "But this one has not been to the establishment in many moons, it has been some time. Too many memories this one will not dwell upon. But this one is not surprised, and is still glad they remain in business."
"So, you do not entirely live on the roads, then. And this one can not blame you for not wishing to go across the water further in the slightest, at least in this one's limited experiences." She considers. "A bazaar? A bazaar would be good, though most of our trading is done in wilderness pointe. but having places to sell our wares belonging to us would not be a bad thing, it is true. This one is not sure what particulars would attract sales the best, however. Do you have any ideas?"
"Tch? Then perhaps this one should ask Sharkie of this mysterious Shaman he met." The Dragoon playfully flicks his tongue out. "Yes, this one serves there often. A place of many memories, this one finds."
Then Aelwyn clicks his teeth. "Water, perhaps not, but perhaps skies one day." Taking in a deep breath, he then gazes back towards the cleric. Another click follows. "Tch, this one could suggest leaning into ones strengths, or perhaps finding what one cannot find elsewhere, but that advice, it is always the same."
The Dragoon then lifts his glaive and reaches out to touch at the softly gleaming bladetip, with embers buried in it. "There is one truth to markets, though.." With a flash of his teeth, he then reaches out and slides his fingers across, leaving a burning flame in their wake. "It is all about the experience."
"Hmm? You could ask Irshya about it, if she has not told you herself." The cleric considers. "Perhaps not during working hours however. While this one has many good memories of the place, this one finds they use their general busyness as an excuse to not return for other reasons. Even if this one's current state does not give the impression of having much to do."
"The skies? Do you wish to fly, or own an airship? Both are interesting experiences, for certain." Seyardu asks, rolling over and watching the fires. "Hmm. Perhaps goods from am'shere, that would help with what others discussed as well. Although, this one must ask to be certain, but is this what you feel would help, or is this something you thing would be good? Because it is not my desire to seek growth for the sake of growth, but to meet the needs of the people."
Aelwyn keeps looking at her for a time, then clicks his teeth. "This one feels she left something quite heavy behind." But moving the conversation along, he slides his tail in the air, curling it lightly. The Dragoon looks around the spot they were basking in; then back towards her.
"This one does not know the needs of her people, yet this one feels if one wishes their needs to be met, it always starts with a trade." He tilts his head. "Yet this one supposes her people need to find first what they wish; then surely what should come to this settlement will follow."
"Alexandria is an interesting city, and this one cares much about it. But over time, this one has spent less and less time there, it seems, and not simply because this one's cihuaa prefers the wilds." Seyardu answers, fixing the dragoon with a look. The cleric squints even more than usual, and reaches out to lightly smack Aelwyn on the snout. "Did this one not make themselves clear enough when they stated they were looking for you for your opinions?" The silverscale huffs. "You speak as an outsider you are not Aelwyn. If this one did not want to know what your wishes are, they would not have asked, you are as much of the people as anyone else."
Snout- slapped. Aelwyn shies back and blinks - not from pain, but from the sudden motion of it. Or perhaps the smack of her words, instead. Lightly rubbing at his snout, he rumbles. "... this one may be, but he is also not." The draconian says. "This one does not know what is needed in Am'shere." There's a longer pause. "Or if I belong here or there."
Finally though, he slides his hand down his hip. "A proper market is always a necessity for any community."
"I can not make you decide how to see yourself, it is true." The cleric relents with a quite chuff. "It would not be a decision at that point, would it?"
"Apologies, this one's brother struggled at times, and likely still does with fitting in with the people, it seemed relevant, but your situation is different and can not be treated the same. But you can belong to both, if you wish. This one is trying to bring some of Am'shere to Alexandria with their work, for the people calling this place home."
"Markets are a good idea, however. This one will see what can be done in order to secure the necessary trade for such matters." They agree. "And please do not be afraid to speak your mind of matters concerning you. This one is not the most experienced, but this one always has a genuine desire to help."
Aelwyn flashes his teeth. "Ah, this one knows where he belongs. Now what this one does not know what Am'shere means in that." He flicks his tail behind him. "This one, perhaps one day, would be interested in hearing of this brother."
Then there is that casual roll of his shoulders. "Tch, this one is grateful for the Shamans assistance." He takes in deep breath. "Perhaps one day this one shall, Vine." And with a bow of his head, he turns away and starts to head back towards the gates - back where he came from.