Emiri fell tiredly onto her bed. Ceyrn was in the stable, and she was in a bed, but she didn't feel safe. It just wasn't safe. There was something there. In her room. Now.
She didn't know what. It was just there.
As quickly as the feeling had come, it soon came to pass. Ceyrn began talking to her in efforts of a conversation. Emiri didn't understand why he always insisted on doing it, but he had to be the first one to talk.
:Chosen, something is wrong with you:
:I noticed, okay. Leave me be!: She responded angrily in mind speech. She almost wished that Koron had been there. Even though he was a hawk, he had much more sense than the immature Companion. Ceyrn wasn't the brightest of all the companions, but he wasn't the dumbest either. He just wasn't very logical, which Emiri was.
Instead of contacting Koron, who might be knocked out of flight by the long distance connection, she magically "called" her friend Tjarah.
Tjar, to her friends, was busy making another one of her infamous cakes. The only problem with them was that they tended to explode.
:Tjar, Something is wrong with my room. Can you Gate here? Or at least try to help?:
:Gate? Are you CRAZY?! I can barely do that yet. You know that. If you really need help, I recommend contacting Zysny or Yaeh. They're both Herald-Mages.:
:Herald-Mages!?! Since when?!:
:Since a month ago. They both could Gate since they were three, okay?:
:I'm not sure I believe that. Most full-grown Heralds can't even Gate. It's HARD! I mean, I can, but barely…sort of like you.:
:So the obvious answer is that I can't be there. I can thread the conversation to Zy if you want though. Just tell me the details and I'll add them into the thread.:
:Thanks. So, when I got here, I just felt weird…like the way when we were fighting Karse. Or when we discovered the vrondi.:
:Right…so I'll try to add it in. Anything else that seemed weird? My guess is a power stone or heart-stone that's been added into your room. I wouldn't really know though. Any thoughts from Ceyrn on the situation?:
:Not Ceyrn again! I so sick of talking to that stupid horse…:
:Shut up, I'd give my baking arm to be chosen.:
:I don't see why you weren't. It's so weird!:
:Anyway,: Tjar's voice responded like a knife, sharp and cold. :I'll send you onto Zy.:
:Thanks.:
:Gee whiz! What is her problem? It's not my fault that she wasn't chosen. She and I both know that she can't be chosen because of her disability.: Emiri sighed mentally. Tjar had been cut to pieces by another mage and pieced together by Yaeh and Zy. She came back all right, since she didn't die, but she had come extremely close. Her magic had never quite recovered. Vyci tried to convince her to see a Healer, but Tjar was too scared of Healers for words. It was an interesting recovery.
:Emiri?:
:Emi----: The contact broke briefly from a bad cast on Tjar's part.
:We've got to do something about her Emiri.:
:About who?: Emiri responded.
:Tjar that's who. Fairlight would choose her as Qyeari tells me, but her magic is being drained.:
:It's because you put her back together oddly that's all.:
:That's not it.:
:Huh?:
:Precisely my point. Nobody can see it except for Yaeh and I. It's getting serious. Her problem is getting worse. We think that it might have been because we put her back the wrong way magically. We're smarter than we were then, so we think we could possibly re-do it.:
:Are we going to talk about her or will you PLEASE Gate here?:
:Can't you take care of your own problems?:
:No, now Gate.:
:It's going to wipe me clear of everything I've got.:
:I know that. Now get here!!:
:I can't. Yaeh can't either. We've got a major heart-stone setting to do today, and I'm already late.:
Ceyrn entered the conversation hastily since they had both forgotten to set it in a private mode.
:I know how you can fix her.:
:WHAT?!:, yelled Zysny from her line.
:I know how you can fix her. It's simple. You just have to have her fix herself. She's not free. Her magics are confused. Fairlight's been telling me.:
:You and Fairlight have been communicating on this range?: Emiri asked, butting into the conversation again.
:Of course, now if you would just listen to me, I'll tell you how she can be fixed. It involves technical illegal action in Valdemar sense, but you have to understand that she's under considerable stress.:
:You can say that again,: Emiri remarked.
:Anyway, you have to make her a Herald. I know, you're not going to like this, but Fairlight would choose her if she could sort herself out, so she'll just be pre-chosen. Does that make sense?: Ceyrn asked in a confused sort of way.
:You're the brightest companion I've ever met! I love you Ceyrn!: Emiri said with a sudden change of heart.
:Mmmm….This isn't going to work. She'll never pass the Herald tests, plus on my honor as both a Herald and a Herald Mage, I can't go through with this. It's lying.: Zy mindspoke with overtones of deep thought. :I've got another idea. This might work. I actually think it will…:
:I thought Ceryn's idea was good…: Emiri complained.
:It was a nice thought, but not quite thought through all the way. I'll just see you guys a little later…: Zy told them.
:OH NO YOU DON'T! You are GOING to tell us. NOW!: Ceyrn and Emiri burst at the same time.
:Well do you know…you guys are back to being buddies.: Zy remarked the overtone of laughter.
:Ha ha ha. Tell us.: Emiri demanded.
:I think that if we can get her to untangle herself, it might work. There's a legend about
someone who was, as I'm calling it, tangled:
:Well will you just tell us this lovely little legend?: Emiri grew annoyed with Zy's excessive wordiness.
:I hate legends.:
:Shut up Ceyrn: Zy said with sarcasm.
:It's not my fault they happen to all be dry and boring and as stupid as stupid can be.:
:Emiri, Please tell your companion that legends are not dry and boring and stupid because I am not going to talk to him while he insults them!:
:Ceyrn, Shut up.:
:Yes chosen.:
:Why does that work with you and not with me? Anyway…:
:GET TO THE POINT!: Emiri was getting a bit more than frustrated.
:I was going to say that there's a legend of a girl whom is put together magically, although she is more of a puppet to her creators, she learns to become a real being by adventuring in the world with her friends. Apparently, when she comes over some mountain that I can't remember the name of; she turns into a real person…or something like that. Maybe I'm mixing this up with Pinocchio…I really have to get to that heart-stone setting…:
:A puppet…hmm…I wonder…: Emiri thoughts fluttered about until they settled into a half-baked idea.
:You're right chosen, let's go.: Ceyrn said, reading the idea in an instant.
:What?! What are you guys talking about?!: Zy was getting a little concerned.
:Oh nothing.: Ceyrn answered sweetly.
:Don't get yourselves into something dangerous, I'll contact you later, since I really have to go to that heart-stone setting now:
:Alright, We're off. I'll contact you about say noon? I think I've found our solution: Emiri replied.
*
She didn't know what. It was just there.
As quickly as the feeling had come, it soon came to pass. Ceyrn began talking to her in efforts of a conversation. Emiri didn't understand why he always insisted on doing it, but he had to be the first one to talk.
:Chosen, something is wrong with you:
:I noticed, okay. Leave me be!: She responded angrily in mind speech. She almost wished that Koron had been there. Even though he was a hawk, he had much more sense than the immature Companion. Ceyrn wasn't the brightest of all the companions, but he wasn't the dumbest either. He just wasn't very logical, which Emiri was.
Instead of contacting Koron, who might be knocked out of flight by the long distance connection, she magically "called" her friend Tjarah.
Tjar, to her friends, was busy making another one of her infamous cakes. The only problem with them was that they tended to explode.
:Tjar, Something is wrong with my room. Can you Gate here? Or at least try to help?:
:Gate? Are you CRAZY?! I can barely do that yet. You know that. If you really need help, I recommend contacting Zysny or Yaeh. They're both Herald-Mages.:
:Herald-Mages!?! Since when?!:
:Since a month ago. They both could Gate since they were three, okay?:
:I'm not sure I believe that. Most full-grown Heralds can't even Gate. It's HARD! I mean, I can, but barely…sort of like you.:
:So the obvious answer is that I can't be there. I can thread the conversation to Zy if you want though. Just tell me the details and I'll add them into the thread.:
:Thanks. So, when I got here, I just felt weird…like the way when we were fighting Karse. Or when we discovered the vrondi.:
:Right…so I'll try to add it in. Anything else that seemed weird? My guess is a power stone or heart-stone that's been added into your room. I wouldn't really know though. Any thoughts from Ceyrn on the situation?:
:Not Ceyrn again! I so sick of talking to that stupid horse…:
:Shut up, I'd give my baking arm to be chosen.:
:I don't see why you weren't. It's so weird!:
:Anyway,: Tjar's voice responded like a knife, sharp and cold. :I'll send you onto Zy.:
:Thanks.:
:Gee whiz! What is her problem? It's not my fault that she wasn't chosen. She and I both know that she can't be chosen because of her disability.: Emiri sighed mentally. Tjar had been cut to pieces by another mage and pieced together by Yaeh and Zy. She came back all right, since she didn't die, but she had come extremely close. Her magic had never quite recovered. Vyci tried to convince her to see a Healer, but Tjar was too scared of Healers for words. It was an interesting recovery.
:Emiri?:
:Emi----: The contact broke briefly from a bad cast on Tjar's part.
:We've got to do something about her Emiri.:
:About who?: Emiri responded.
:Tjar that's who. Fairlight would choose her as Qyeari tells me, but her magic is being drained.:
:It's because you put her back together oddly that's all.:
:That's not it.:
:Huh?:
:Precisely my point. Nobody can see it except for Yaeh and I. It's getting serious. Her problem is getting worse. We think that it might have been because we put her back the wrong way magically. We're smarter than we were then, so we think we could possibly re-do it.:
:Are we going to talk about her or will you PLEASE Gate here?:
:Can't you take care of your own problems?:
:No, now Gate.:
:It's going to wipe me clear of everything I've got.:
:I know that. Now get here!!:
:I can't. Yaeh can't either. We've got a major heart-stone setting to do today, and I'm already late.:
Ceyrn entered the conversation hastily since they had both forgotten to set it in a private mode.
:I know how you can fix her.:
:WHAT?!:, yelled Zysny from her line.
:I know how you can fix her. It's simple. You just have to have her fix herself. She's not free. Her magics are confused. Fairlight's been telling me.:
:You and Fairlight have been communicating on this range?: Emiri asked, butting into the conversation again.
:Of course, now if you would just listen to me, I'll tell you how she can be fixed. It involves technical illegal action in Valdemar sense, but you have to understand that she's under considerable stress.:
:You can say that again,: Emiri remarked.
:Anyway, you have to make her a Herald. I know, you're not going to like this, but Fairlight would choose her if she could sort herself out, so she'll just be pre-chosen. Does that make sense?: Ceyrn asked in a confused sort of way.
:You're the brightest companion I've ever met! I love you Ceyrn!: Emiri said with a sudden change of heart.
:Mmmm….This isn't going to work. She'll never pass the Herald tests, plus on my honor as both a Herald and a Herald Mage, I can't go through with this. It's lying.: Zy mindspoke with overtones of deep thought. :I've got another idea. This might work. I actually think it will…:
:I thought Ceryn's idea was good…: Emiri complained.
:It was a nice thought, but not quite thought through all the way. I'll just see you guys a little later…: Zy told them.
:OH NO YOU DON'T! You are GOING to tell us. NOW!: Ceyrn and Emiri burst at the same time.
:Well do you know…you guys are back to being buddies.: Zy remarked the overtone of laughter.
:Ha ha ha. Tell us.: Emiri demanded.
:I think that if we can get her to untangle herself, it might work. There's a legend about
someone who was, as I'm calling it, tangled:
:Well will you just tell us this lovely little legend?: Emiri grew annoyed with Zy's excessive wordiness.
:I hate legends.:
:Shut up Ceyrn: Zy said with sarcasm.
:It's not my fault they happen to all be dry and boring and as stupid as stupid can be.:
:Emiri, Please tell your companion that legends are not dry and boring and stupid because I am not going to talk to him while he insults them!:
:Ceyrn, Shut up.:
:Yes chosen.:
:Why does that work with you and not with me? Anyway…:
:GET TO THE POINT!: Emiri was getting a bit more than frustrated.
:I was going to say that there's a legend of a girl whom is put together magically, although she is more of a puppet to her creators, she learns to become a real being by adventuring in the world with her friends. Apparently, when she comes over some mountain that I can't remember the name of; she turns into a real person…or something like that. Maybe I'm mixing this up with Pinocchio…I really have to get to that heart-stone setting…:
:A puppet…hmm…I wonder…: Emiri thoughts fluttered about until they settled into a half-baked idea.
:You're right chosen, let's go.: Ceyrn said, reading the idea in an instant.
:What?! What are you guys talking about?!: Zy was getting a little concerned.
:Oh nothing.: Ceyrn answered sweetly.
:Don't get yourselves into something dangerous, I'll contact you later, since I really have to go to that heart-stone setting now:
:Alright, We're off. I'll contact you about say noon? I think I've found our solution: Emiri replied.
*