Post by kanoinazuma17 on Aug 24, 2010 16:15:57 GMT -5
A warm day, all summer days were, at least around the plains. Kano worked on getting the forge set up with Andraste. After all, she was going to take over his job as a smith. He had successfully trained his apprentice, and she was as good as he ever was. However, if the world ever needed him, he would be there. They broke for a break, Kano sitting down on a stool while Andraste also pulled up a stool and watched him, sipping at a cup of mead, while handing him a stein of ale. He smiled and accepted graciously. She watched Kano, curious as ever. They were good friends, ever since they met. Granted, they had their disputes and fights over a few things, but within a few days, they usually made up and got back to work. Granted, Andraste never appreciated his jobs he gave her, but she did them anyways, out of respect. If she didn’t do it, he would have had to, and that meant that there would have been lost revenue and lost time to work. He was always working, always doing something. He never slowed down if he had the choice. When he got interested in something he was doing, he would stay up for days, keeping the fires of the forge going day and night while she helped keep him hydrated and well nourished, even while he worked. That was how his greatest works of art were created.
Kano sighed. Andraste looked calm and collected, quite a feat. She knew exactly what he was planning on doing later on, but she didn’t tell everyone else. Kano liked keeping his plans secret, and that was something elves were good at doing. His eyes trailed to the partially built forge. It was not his, but he was perfectly fine with that. Something deep inside him longed for the days of peace that he used to have before his brother ran off to do his thing. Kano had almost literally given up hope of ever finding his brother, but he knew deep down inside that he was going to find Cato. As he stood up, looking at the empty hut, he smiled.
“I assume you will be able to take things from here?” He inquired, standing up and grabbing his small bag.
“I will be fine, Kano, I learned from the best, well… best human smith that is.” She responded to his inquiry, bringing her palm to her fist before she bowed. “I won’t disappoint you.”
Kano smiled and bowed likewise. “You never have.” He added in response to her before turning and walking away, steel-clad boots tramping across the loose dirt and gravel of the plains outside the city of Aberon. The path was well worn, ruts from heavily laden carts and horse hooves marring the path so bad that it had to be covered in gravel to protect the ground from completely falling apart and causing trouble during the rainy season. There were very little carts coming out of Aberon today, after all, it was midday and blazing hot. These were the days that Kano despised the most, besides days when it got foggy alongside the river. It did not take long to get from the Varden camps to the city, but today it was especially quick, especially because of the fact that Kano practically ran to the city. He had never been one to be late to a meeting, ever.
As he entered the city, he saw all of the familiar sights and smelt all of the familiar smells, and even felt all of the familiar feelings he got every time he walked into the Heaven-forsaken cities. They were always dank, dreary, and horribly planned. Sometimes he wanted to smack the person who planned them upside the head with a wooden plank. However, his path unconsciously made a beeline for the castle. It was the egg chamber he was going to, and he knew why he wanted a dragon companion. He needed to find his brother, and as soon as he could fly, he would be able to cover more land and be able to search in places that he could not have had he been on his own. As he entered the path to the egg-chamber, he sighed and calmed his thoughts, as he approached the guards, he stopped and before they could ask him why he was there, he spoke to them. “I’m here to visit the egg chamber…” He then also continued into the ancient language, swearing his allegiance to the Varden. He knew it all by heart now, he had visited several times before, and all of the times, he had been admitted, but there had been no luck. Third times a charm, right?
With much surprise, the guards let him in, and Kano found himself in the egg chamber, in the sand, with several eggs around, as well as the eldunari of an ancient dragon, which he had not had the chance to know to well. However, its presence was undeniable, and it was one of the most powerful things he had ever felt. He waited, running his hand over the eggs, sighing before he took a seat in the sand, closing his eyes and keeping his mind open to the presence of the ancient eldunari and the eggs as well, feeling the pulse of life from them. Andraste had taught him well to feel the life that flowed through all things by extending his mind, also using it as a method to detect possible murderers and enemies. He sat still, mind calm in all but his thoughts of his brother, which the ancient Eldunari seemed to be digging through. Kano had nothing to hide, not here anyways.
“Three times you have come here, and two times you have come away empty handed. What makes you think that this time will be any different than the first two?” He felt the question deep in the back of his head, shaking him with the strength of the voice.
“Those thoughts which you see in me are the only hopes I have. If you wish to hear my goals, it is to bring peace back…. I just want peace.” Kano responded, in fear of the ancient dragon’s presence. In this place of great value, Kano was reverent. He knew he was much lower than other creatures on the food chain. Humans were weak, short-lived creatures with a nasty knack for being greedy and persistent little buggers, but those that were good were some of the best people. Too bad they were short lived. In all his nineteen, almost twenty years, Kano had seen a lot, participated in a raid on a jail to break someone out, and even escaped from Uru’baen on his own. For his age, he was mature, and he knew how to follow orders, never assuming to know everything. Kano still had a lot to learn, and it was time for a change.
(word count: 1,166 I hope this is good enough.)
Kano sighed. Andraste looked calm and collected, quite a feat. She knew exactly what he was planning on doing later on, but she didn’t tell everyone else. Kano liked keeping his plans secret, and that was something elves were good at doing. His eyes trailed to the partially built forge. It was not his, but he was perfectly fine with that. Something deep inside him longed for the days of peace that he used to have before his brother ran off to do his thing. Kano had almost literally given up hope of ever finding his brother, but he knew deep down inside that he was going to find Cato. As he stood up, looking at the empty hut, he smiled.
“I assume you will be able to take things from here?” He inquired, standing up and grabbing his small bag.
“I will be fine, Kano, I learned from the best, well… best human smith that is.” She responded to his inquiry, bringing her palm to her fist before she bowed. “I won’t disappoint you.”
Kano smiled and bowed likewise. “You never have.” He added in response to her before turning and walking away, steel-clad boots tramping across the loose dirt and gravel of the plains outside the city of Aberon. The path was well worn, ruts from heavily laden carts and horse hooves marring the path so bad that it had to be covered in gravel to protect the ground from completely falling apart and causing trouble during the rainy season. There were very little carts coming out of Aberon today, after all, it was midday and blazing hot. These were the days that Kano despised the most, besides days when it got foggy alongside the river. It did not take long to get from the Varden camps to the city, but today it was especially quick, especially because of the fact that Kano practically ran to the city. He had never been one to be late to a meeting, ever.
As he entered the city, he saw all of the familiar sights and smelt all of the familiar smells, and even felt all of the familiar feelings he got every time he walked into the Heaven-forsaken cities. They were always dank, dreary, and horribly planned. Sometimes he wanted to smack the person who planned them upside the head with a wooden plank. However, his path unconsciously made a beeline for the castle. It was the egg chamber he was going to, and he knew why he wanted a dragon companion. He needed to find his brother, and as soon as he could fly, he would be able to cover more land and be able to search in places that he could not have had he been on his own. As he entered the path to the egg-chamber, he sighed and calmed his thoughts, as he approached the guards, he stopped and before they could ask him why he was there, he spoke to them. “I’m here to visit the egg chamber…” He then also continued into the ancient language, swearing his allegiance to the Varden. He knew it all by heart now, he had visited several times before, and all of the times, he had been admitted, but there had been no luck. Third times a charm, right?
With much surprise, the guards let him in, and Kano found himself in the egg chamber, in the sand, with several eggs around, as well as the eldunari of an ancient dragon, which he had not had the chance to know to well. However, its presence was undeniable, and it was one of the most powerful things he had ever felt. He waited, running his hand over the eggs, sighing before he took a seat in the sand, closing his eyes and keeping his mind open to the presence of the ancient eldunari and the eggs as well, feeling the pulse of life from them. Andraste had taught him well to feel the life that flowed through all things by extending his mind, also using it as a method to detect possible murderers and enemies. He sat still, mind calm in all but his thoughts of his brother, which the ancient Eldunari seemed to be digging through. Kano had nothing to hide, not here anyways.
“Three times you have come here, and two times you have come away empty handed. What makes you think that this time will be any different than the first two?” He felt the question deep in the back of his head, shaking him with the strength of the voice.
“Those thoughts which you see in me are the only hopes I have. If you wish to hear my goals, it is to bring peace back…. I just want peace.” Kano responded, in fear of the ancient dragon’s presence. In this place of great value, Kano was reverent. He knew he was much lower than other creatures on the food chain. Humans were weak, short-lived creatures with a nasty knack for being greedy and persistent little buggers, but those that were good were some of the best people. Too bad they were short lived. In all his nineteen, almost twenty years, Kano had seen a lot, participated in a raid on a jail to break someone out, and even escaped from Uru’baen on his own. For his age, he was mature, and he knew how to follow orders, never assuming to know everything. Kano still had a lot to learn, and it was time for a change.
(word count: 1,166 I hope this is good enough.)