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<blockquote data-quote="Vendetta" data-source="post: 1769145" data-attributes="member: 14961">Xerxes was taken back by the reactions of his friends... especially Baja who was licking his lips with a dreamy expression on his face.&nbsp; Had they not already shown the power of Pelor through Kiera to them?&nbsp; Had his friends not already been established as &quot;seeds&quot;?&nbsp; Had they not already shown that they had not been stripped of possessions and taunted?&nbsp; Why then pretend otherwise?&nbsp; Had he said too much?&nbsp; He didn't think so.&nbsp; Perhaps his saying that they had arrived for &quot;other reasons&quot; had been too much...&nbsp; Perhaps his friends didn't read these people as he did.&nbsp; And if his friends didn't, did Xerxes read these new beings incorrectly.&nbsp; Again, he didn't think so.&nbsp; Isror had already mentioned his regret at coming here from his homeland and spoke as a rebel might of those in power.&nbsp; Xerxes didn't believe that he and his friends could accomplish their mission alone.&nbsp; By no means!&nbsp; That meant that they would need allies.&nbsp; Who better than these?&nbsp; He'd not revealed their mission, but mearly wanted to see how the fish were biting.&nbsp; But... now he doubted himself.&nbsp; His friends had shown as much shock as the Ram-people and praying mantis like creature had.&nbsp; Again, he wished he could read minds as well as send his own thoughts... it was a talent he decided he would spend some effort learning.&nbsp; Yet, he never had.&nbsp; Strangely, it was exactly those powers his family had specialized in, a trait of his family line.&nbsp; Yet he did not know how to do it.&nbsp; Why?&nbsp; Until recently, he'd never seen a reason for it?&nbsp; Why would he need to know the thoughts of others?&nbsp; Why would they not simply tell the truth?&nbsp; Why sould anything other than the truth be spoken?&nbsp; Xerxes had grown up basically knowing only one person.&nbsp; After than, he'd been drafted for this vary mission and spent the last few years training with his friends.&nbsp; But suddenly, meeting these new people in this envirornment, the potential danger...Xerxes felt a spring of fear well up in him as all eyes turned to him.&nbsp; What thoughts were hidden behind those portals to the soul called eyes?&nbsp; Xerxes wished now that he knew.&nbsp; But since he didn't, what choice did he have?&nbsp; Play the cards he'd already delt and hope that he lived through the night.&quot;Yes.&quot; Xerxes said, his throat dry as if filled suddenly with cotton. The tune fades away with a long, flat &quot;d&quot; chord. &quot;Barbello's power did not bring us here.&nbsp; You have seen for yourself the power Pelor granted through Kiera there.&nbsp; Tristan spoke of it when he first called out our banner to you.&nbsp; We are all brought to the place that we are for a reason.&nbsp; Such is the way of the fates.&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Vendetta, post: 1769145, member: 14961"] Xerxes was taken back by the reactions of his friends... especially Baja who was licking his lips with a dreamy expression on his face. Had they not already shown the power of Pelor through Kiera to them? Had his friends not already been established as "seeds"? Had they not already shown that they had not been stripped of possessions and taunted? Why then pretend otherwise? Had he said too much? He didn't think so. Perhaps his saying that they had arrived for "[i]other reasons[/i]" had been too much... Perhaps his friends didn't read these people as he did. And if his friends didn't, did Xerxes read these new beings incorrectly. Again, he didn't think so. Isror had already mentioned his regret at coming here from his homeland and spoke as a rebel might of those in power. Xerxes didn't believe that he and his friends could accomplish their mission alone. By no means! That meant that they would need allies. Who better than these? He'd not revealed their mission, but mearly wanted to see how the fish were biting. But... now he doubted himself. His friends had shown as much shock as the Ram-people and praying mantis like creature had. Again, he wished he could read minds as well as send his own thoughts... it was a talent he decided he would spend some effort learning. Yet, he never had. Strangely, it was exactly those powers his family had specialized in, a trait of his family line. Yet he did not know how to do it. Why? Until recently, he'd never seen a reason for it? Why would he need to know the thoughts of others? Why would they not simply tell the truth? Why sould anything other than the truth be spoken? Xerxes had grown up basically knowing only one person. After than, he'd been drafted for this vary mission and spent the last few years training with his friends. But suddenly, meeting these new people in this envirornment, the potential danger... Xerxes felt a spring of fear well up in him as all eyes turned to him. What thoughts were hidden behind those portals to the soul called eyes? Xerxes wished now that he knew. But since he didn't, what choice did he have? Play the cards he'd already delt and hope that he lived through the night. [COLOR=Teal]"Yes."[/COLOR] Xerxes said, his throat dry as if filled suddenly with cotton. The tune fades away with a long, flat "d" chord. [COLOR=Teal] "Barbello's power did not bring us here. You have seen for yourself the power Pelor granted through Kiera there. Tristan spoke of it when he first called out our banner to you. We are all brought to the place that we are for a reason. Such is the way of the fates."[/COLOR] [/QUOTE]

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