Festival of Halina (Orsal Judging)

[El Jefe]

Oirhandir smiled, flattered. "Well, so it is. But tell me, how is it that your people are able to live in a land without water, where there are few trees and even fewer animals? It must be very difficult just to find enough food and water to make it through the day."

 

[Rystil Arden]

"We have to fight constantly for survival...to become stronger than the waste that seeks to consume us in its unending heat. It is our sworn duty to survive in an unwelcoming land, but we do our best...Our knowledge of the Zivaash protects us in some ways, though finding water truly is not easy. That is why even a small oasis can be grounds for a majour dispute between clans..."

 

[El Jefe]

Oirhandir decided that while a desert might be a fascinating place to visit, he couldn't imagine living in a place where people would fight over a small pond.

"So tell, me, Lasir, what is this Zivaash of which you speak? I haven't heard that word before, and I know many languages. Is it some special skill that lets you survive in such a harsh place?"

 

[Rystil Arden]

Oirhandir decided that while a desert might be a fascinating place to visit, he couldn't imagine living in a place where people would fight over a small pond.

"So tell, me, Lasir, what is this Zivaash of which you speak? I haven't heard that word before, and I know many languages. Is it some special skill that lets you survive in such a harsh place?"

"Hmm...As I mentioned to Troi, the Zivaash is like an empyreal eddy that flows through the minds and souls of all things...those who can see it can sometimes manipulate the tides and currents, or even the single strands that thread through a particular person's mind..."

 

[El Jefe]

Oirhandir pondered this for a moment. "What you are describing seems similar to the understanding I have of magic. For me, magic is like music, but instead of making vibrations that travel all through the air and earth that you hear with your ears, it makes vibrations in the cosmos that cause certain things to happen. For example, if I play a melody that you recognize as a story of lovers reuniting after a quarrel, it soothes your heart and makes you think that something like that could happen in your own life. And, if I cast a spell of mending, it causes things to knit back together just like the lovers in the song. Both are just...vibrations of a sort, but they can cause wonderful things to happen. Your Zivaash sounds like this...maybe it's some kind of magic that I've never seen."

 

[Bront]

As the night wears on and turns into morning, the other drivers begin to rise and begin to clean up camp. Grimel prepairs a breakfast of toast, jam and ham slices for everyone. Once everyone is set, the caravan forms up and begins traveling towards the south.

 

[Rystil Arden]

"Hmmm...I do know what magic is, and the Zivaash is not the same. My humble talents pale in comparison to the magic wielded by wizards and those who understand that arcane."

(OOC: Okey dokey, ready to go )

 

[LogicsFate]

As the night wears on and turns into morning, the other drivers begin to rise and begin to clean up camp. Grimel prepairs a breakfast of toast, jam and ham slices for everyone. Once everyone is set, the caravan forms up and begins traveling towards the south.

Already up and bounding around camp Elise forgoes the morning rituals. Gathering up her stuff with a smile and a traveling tune, she takes her place as per the marching order. Sending Ligeia ahead to scout

 

[Rystil Arden]

*Today, Lasair decides to walk with Elise instead of stay in the caravan with Grimel. She wants to talk with her friend some more.*

 

[El Jefe]

So perhaps Zivaash was not magic, and still...maybe it was something that was more powerful than music and less powerful than magic. Oirhandir would be the first to admit that music was much easier to master than magic, else he'd be very powerful, indeed!

The watch passed uneventfully, and Lasair woke Troi when it was over. Oirhandir looked forward to his next watch with this...fascinating woman.

In the morning, Grimel and his crew struck camp and made ready to be off while Oirhandir tended to his mount. Hiriloce had found some sweet grass near where he'd been tethered, and looked ready for another day's work. Oirhandir mounted, and took his place at the rear of the caravan.