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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Yellow Sign" data-source="post: 708917" data-attributes="member: 5619">The locust droned in the warm spring day. The sun was hot on Arjay Bharanda's head. He was used to the cool air of the northern steepes and the chill of the Adribandha mountains. Why had his wife's father sent him on this long trek. He was still learning the ways of the Baladhara and had much to learn. But why travel all this way south to learn from a hermit? Well it would be only a couple of more days travel and then he would find this Yogi Sukarman just out side the villiage of Peoket. He patted his horse affectionately. Well at least he had some company. As he turned a corner a lone figure walked along the road ahead of him. The man's long saffron colored robe denoted a holy man. Well maybe I can have someone to talk to as well. With that he urged his horse forwards at a trot. The dragonflies danced infront of Jval Surya-nandana. There metalic blue bodies hang in the air. Jval smiled. The material and spirit world danced like the dragonflies but you had to learn to see it as he had done. Ever since the death of his teacher, it had been hard on Jval. What path should he take. Revenge clung to his soul like a drowning man. But he knew that it was not the way that he should take. Jyal was brought out of his toughts by the sound of hooved behind him. He turned to see a young man on a horse ride up.</blockquote>