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Vitch Nyora
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Vitch walked through the busy streets of the town, the town itself bustling with activity. The Feast of Lights. Vitch had never heard of such a celebration. Sure, there was the occasional festival in his home town, but nothing like this. Something the old woman said rang in his mind as well.

"A time when you can kiss someone you like and if it doesn't work out it won't matter."

The instant he had said that, Ren’s image flashed through his mind, causing the skinny young man to blush. The chance to kiss her…but it would never work out. Even if the old woman said it wouldn’t matter, it would still hurt him. What would Ren want with a scrawny, useless being like him anyway?

He glanced down at the ring in his hand. The feeling he was getting from it definitely indicated that she was in this town. The problem is, it wasn’t telling him WHERE in the town she was. It only told him she was in the general area. In other words, ANYWHERE. It figured Vitch would have to find her the old fashioned way. With his eyes.

Then he remembered. The mission! Maybe Ren had gone to complete the task the tower had set for her! Yes, she would surely be there.

The problem was though, he couldn’t remember where that place was. All he remembered was being told he had to protect her. Yeah, some great job he did with THAT. Curse his terrible memory.

“Goodness lad! Look at you! You look like you haven’t eaten in days!” Came up a voice, snapping him out of his thoughts. Vitch looked back to see a middle aged, plump woman, accompanied by a burly looking man he could guess was her husband. Was she talking to him?

“Oh, I’m fine miss, really,” he replied, her husband suddenly piping in.

“He ain’t hungry. He’s just scrawny. Give him some work around the festival and he’ll bulk right up.” Vitch tried to object before the wife spoke up.

“Nonsense. Put him to work and he’ll break in less than a minute. Here’ come with me lad. I’ll plump you up really nice. Then you can help get ready for the festival.” She grabbed Vitch’s hand and began to pull him along.

“But I’m fine! Really! Listen, I have really important stuff to do!”

“Nonsense! You can’t do work on an empty stomach, and especially when you’re all skin and bones. Right this way lad, and I wont take no for an answer!”

“But-“

“No buts! Now come on!”

Vitch really had no choice as he was dragged away by this couple. Why him? What did he do for the gods to make him into their plaything?

[ChobiChibi]

Saril
Windfinder

Tova was the most gentlemanly gentleman that she had ever met. Although he was shy, he answered all her questions as accurately as he could, in a true tour-guide manner.

“Jalini...” He began, trying to get his own question in the middle of hers. “Where is it you said you’re from?”

“Tear.” She was trying to avoid his questions so that she wouldn’t have to recall her lies, but she couldn’t avoid them much longer without him getting suspicious.

“Do you have a job?”

“I’m a guide.” She lied. Windfinding was like guiding people through a city, surly? Just with the sea and wind and sails and a boat full of people. “My father is a fisherman.”

“Your mother?”

“Died when I was young.” Another lie. She’d never known her father, but her Mother is the Windfinder to the Mistress of the Ship. “Can’t really remember her.”

“Why are you travelling?”

That was enough now. She wasn’t prepared to give any more fake answers, so the questions had to stop. “Tova, I’m here with a friend. She’s hurt and requires a healer. I said I’d find her one, would you mind showing me where I might find one?”

Since she’d found out just how much Tova knew of the city, she figured she’d try to make use of him whilst she could get away with it. Sometimes guilt would pang inside her when she’d catch him gazing longingly at her, and he’d blush, but she always used men this way. Why change an old habit?

“Would you prefer the closest, or the best?”

Ah, she knew he’d pull through for her. “Somewhere in the middle. Need a decent healer, but strapped for cash. Spent most of it on a wagon to transport her here.”

Saril looped her arm with his when he offered it and let him lead her away. Wynth would not approve of her pet, but she would approve of her plan to learn healing magic to be more useful in the future. It wouldn’t take long; she was her mother’s daughter, after all.

“You wait outside.” She told Tova, pushing the door open. “I won’t be long.”

She stepped inside and found it to be oddly quiet. “Hello?” She called out, standing in the corridor, waiting for a response. When she got none, she decided that she’d knock on a door, see if she got a response that way. When she didn’t, she opened the door anyway, peering around to see a single body laying on a bed.

“Excuse me? I was told I could find a healer here.”

They sat up and stretched, swinging herself round to face Saril. A sudden look of recognition entered her eyes.

“You!” She said accusingly.

Cogs whirred in Saril’s mind, searching her face for a name. Nothing came to her, until she spotted a sword in the corner of the room...

“You’re that apprentice!” For a moment she glanced at “his” breasts, a smirk planting itself on her face. “Well now...”

It was clear that he was panicking, trying to think of some excuse or some means of escaping the situation. “Calm down! And put your shirt on if you’re that self conscious, for goodness sake.” Saril rolled her eyes. “You stay right there, I have business to attend to.”

Before he could protest, Saril quickly exited the room, and as she heard the frantic boy follow her, she stuck her finger in the keyhole and swiftly locked the door. She smirked to herself as he tried wiggling the door handle and headed upstairs.

She found the healer attending to another patient. Saril quickly made up a whole new set of lies about how she was a worried mage in need of some explanation on how to heal a friend of hers that was so believable, the healer showed her right there and then. Thanking her graciously, she slipped back downstairs to face the apprentice.

I guess Saril should have expected some form of retaliation when she unlocked the door, but she didn’t expect to be greeted by a sword. Thankfully for her a quick binding spell held the boy’s sword above his head.

“Arren, isn’t it?” Saril rocked backwards and forwards on the balls of her feet; she loved having the feeling of power over someone. That little bit of knowledge that gives you the distinct advantage over the other. He’d put his shirt on too, perhaps even bound himself up again, but she was too busy plotting to take any notice. “We can pretend that nothing happened here, if you so wish...”

Arren had every right to give her the suspicious look that he did. “What’s the catch?”

“You have to come with me. Watch over me, be my bodyguard, if you will.”

“It’s that simple?”

“If you want it to be.” She smiled sweetly.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Oh... The girls always do see through me.” She stepped closer to him, too close, in fact, so that she felt his breath on her neck. “If you squeal to the Sedai, I’ll expose you faster than you can think about me exposing myself.” She liked planting images into people’s minds. If this was Vitch, he’d be blushing as red as a tomato, but Arren tore his gaze from her, staring straight in front of him.

He nodded bluntly. “Alright.”

“There’s a good boy.” Saril stepped away from him, gently lowering his sword to the ground. “Gather your things and meet me outside. Please don’t be mean to my new friend, I’m quite fond of him.”

Teehee, Saril likes having pets