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Thu Nov 17, 2016 9:53 am

Listening to the noise of voices behind a closed door became boring quickly. Sin turned on his side so he was facing the door and closed his eyes. He figured he might as well do something useful while he was lying here. Focusing his senses, Sin let his awareness stretch out, outside of his body. The ether was always everywhere, although the easiest to sense was the ether in other people. As he reached further out towards the door, Sin started attracting tiny specks of ether from around him, bolstering his own reserve until he felt himself reach the door. There was a quiver of sight behind his closed eyelids, a little flutter of light but the ether dispersed when he tried to press it further.

Beira turned her head towards the wall that separated her from her son. A little prick in her neck pulled her attention towards her son's direction. She worried about him, every waking moment of her day, but he was fine for now. "Hmm? Oh, well, it's our house. Rudi and I bought it when we realized that Sintih was on the way." She couldn't help the smile as her mind showed her memories of that time, realizing that she was carrying a little person inside of her. She focused on Doran as he continued his questions. They were a little odd, considering the situation, but Beira figured that he just wanted to catch up a little now that he had a chance. "He used to be in the military but he retired some five arcs ago. He spends most of his time on the farm now." She'd always felt guilty that Rudi had to quit his job because she couldn't juggle Sintih and the farm both. But that wasn't information Doran had to know.

Sintih clicked his tongue as the ether dispersed. He took a deep breath to calm himself, turning on his back to lie more comfortably before letting his sense extend beyond himself once more. The ether stuck to him, drawn in by his will, as he moved closer to the door. His mother had always describe it as pulling open a large door but Sin had always found it to be more of a ripping than a pulling. When he did it, the ether he used helped him to tear open a crack, allowing him to bridge distances in an instant. Not that he was trying to get anywhere this time. Sin had started thinking of this pulling or tearing open as the hands of his mind opening them, it made it easier to visualize the end result that way. The light in the darkness of his closed eyes flickered on and lasted for a moment, fading in and out as Sin tried to take control of the power.

Beira listened quietly to Doran's words. Much of what he said made sense to her in a broad way. What had set Doran apart from most other people she'd worked with was his dislike for Immortals. He never brought it up or argued about it but the way he worded things about Immortals, like today, had given Beira this insight into her friend quite early on. She wasn't more or less religious than the average joe in Rynmere so she had never taken offense to any of his words. Perhaps that was one of the reasons why they used to get along so well in the past.

When Doran touched her arm, Beira's eyes flicked down to the point of contact, surprised by it. She was about to bring up some reason why he'd already done enough for her and her son when something popped in her mind. "Actually, there is something else..." As she spoke, she leaned in, ever so slightly, and her voice lost a bit of its volume. She stared right into Doran's eyes as she spoke. All in all, it looked like Beira was trying to keep Sin from hearing what she was about to say. She found herself hesitating as she spoke, something that hadn't happened in a long time. "If ever... something would... I need you to..." Her head turned sharply as the sound of a heavy fall and glass breaking came from the other side of the door.

When Doran touched her arm, all Sintih could see was the movement of their lips, his mother leaning in towards this young doctor she had called in. It wasn't perfect yet, he still had to practice with it, but Sin could already see through solid object, including the door of his room. What he saw projected on the inside of his eyes showed him nothing less than this ugly, bearded so called doctor touching his mother's arm in a familiar fashion and his mother leaning in towards him, their eyes locking together. He couldn't stand for this. Since his father wasn't here, Sin would take his place and protect his family. Something, somewhere deep in the back of his mind told him that there probably was an explanation for it. But the rest of his mind turned red in anger. How could this man do... this!? Sin opened his eyes as he pulled the blanket from his body.

Throwing his legs out of bed, Sin's body followed as he sat upright and pushed himself off the mattress. The sudden change in sight, from behind the door to his own eyes and the change in balance made the room spin as Sin landed on his feet. His time spent lying in bed had made his legs weaker than they had been in arcs and his knees immediately buckled under his weight. He reached next to him as the floor quickly came closer to his face, trying to stop the fall. His fingers grasped onto something just before he made contact with the hard wooden floor and the sound of glass shattering followed right after.

Beira burst in through the door to find her son lying on the ground and she almost dove towards him. "Sintih!" She checked on her son, finding his eyes moving and him groaning as she picked him up from the ground, pulling him to her. Sin wrapped his arms around his mother's neck and let his chin rest on her shoulder. If ever a person had tried to kill Doran with their eyes, this would have been the moment. With childish anger and jealousy, Sin tried to murder this interloper, this thieving... guy with his eyes. He didn't care that Doran could plainly see all these thoughts and feelings on his face. Beira was too busy checking on her son, trying to find any cuts from the glass on his arms and legs to see any of it.

When she pulled her head back to look at Sin, he masked his other feelings under a mask of pain. As he moved his eyes from Doran to his mother, the pain from his knees, hand and head all made it easier to mask. "I'm fine, mom." Beira hooked an arm under Sin's legs and lifted him off the floor, quickly putting him back to bed. "What were you thinking?" She tried to sound angry or in charge but her voice was nothing but worry as she spoke. "I just wanted to get some water." While the anger had subsided from his face, Sin went back to staring Doran in the eyes as he spoke.
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Fri Nov 18, 2016 6:45 am

So his name was Rudi. It was a short name, and it fit the image that he had built in his mind perfectly, that of a man that was far below Beira’s station, a simpleton that barely knew what he was doing, a fool, blind, deaf, ignorant. The fact that Beira’s husband had apparently been a soldier once rather than just a farmer that toiled away on his fields all trial long changed little for him, although he did briefly consider challenging him to a duel should they ever meet, a somewhat foolish and childish reaction, if he were being honest.

For a moment as she leaned so close to him he wondered if there could ever have been more than a friendship built on lies upon lies between them. She still smelt the same. She still felt the same, and even that briefest of touches brought all the memories he had almost thought forgotten back. Had she ever seen him as more than a colleague? Had she ever wondered, during those long evenings in front of the fireplace?

Maybe, if he hadn’t been of Immortal blood or if she had not been a mage and capable of flaying him, maybe they would be leading different lives now. Maybe he should just have trusted her with his secret when there had still been a chance. He had already loved a mage once, and he had not been killed, but then he had not revealed himself voluntarily. He had been found out. What did it say of him that he could not even confide in somebody like her?

“Anything”, he simply said. It had sounded as if she wanted him to promise something. It was foolish, dangerous to make a promise without knowing what you were getting yourself into, but he didn’t care. He would even take care of her son, nurse him back to health even though the boy had not impressed him particularly so far, for her. In that moment he would have done anything for her. He wanted to say more, enjoy her presence a while longer, but the sound of glass shattering abruptly brought him back down to earth again.

He followed her into the bedroom on her heels and watched her for a moment as she embraced her son before he knelt down beside her to see if the boy was in any way hurt. For a moment their eyes met. Sintih could perhaps deceive his mother – mothers sometimes tended to be blind when it came to her children – but he could not deceive him. The boy was a liar, angry, jealous. He had been spying on them. He did apparently not trust either of them. He considered calling him on his lie, but then his gaze fell on Beira again, and he sighed. It would break her heart if she found out what her son was really like.

“Let me help you, Beira”, he said as he saw that she was trying to carry him back to his bed. The boy looked as if he might be too heavy for her. “Nothing happened”, he continued so that she would calm down and stop worrying. Even after their near-argument he didn’t want her to be worried. She was meant to be happy and smile. “He may just be a little sore for a while. Shall I get him something to drink while you sit with him?” As he waited for her answer, he looked at the boy again, coldly. He wanted Sintih to know that he knew he had been lying and that he would remember. He had come because his case had sounded challenging, but he had stayed because of her.
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Sun Nov 20, 2016 10:47 am

Somehow, having his mother tuck him in in front of Doran wasn't as nice as usual. Sin was blushing lightly as he looked away from Doran while his mother did her best to gift wrap her son in his blankets. Why did she always have to do these things in front of other people. He wasn't a child anymore, he could do these things for himself. But even while thinking that, Sin just accepted his mother's attention and care. His head and knees were hurting and there was a dull pulsing feeling coming from his right hand which had knocked the glass over. Luckily, nothing had been cut by the shattered glass but the corner of the room was a mess.

"Just stay here, I'll get you a new glass." Beira said as she turned and picked up the three large pieces that used to make up one glass. She left the rest for now. "I'll just be a moment. Keep an eye on him." She said to Doran as she passed him on her way out of the room. She turned left out the room, deeper into the house, but before she disappeared from sight, she let her eyes fall on her son, making eye contact with him. Then she was gone, looking for a new glass and some drinkable water. She found her glass quickly but noticed that the water was empty. Mumbling to herself about how nobody ever refilled things after they finished them in this house, Beira picked the keys for the backdoor of the hook they were deposited on and headed towards the back door of the house and the large water container that stored rain water at the back of the house.

Sin watched his mother leave the room, leaving him alone with this homewrecker of a man. For the single trill that their eyes connected, Sin saw a lot of things in his mother's eyes. He'd always known her capable of saying a lot with just a look but what he saw in that moment topped any previous sight-based communication she'd done before. Sin's shoulder and back muscles tensed involuntarily under her gaze as a shiver ran down his spine. He barely managed to hold the scared squeal back, only a soft 'iii' escaping his lips before she vanished. Somehow, his mother had managed to convey her anxiety on account of his health, her disapproval of him trying to get out of bed and, Sin didn't understand how, the fact that she knew that he had wanted to attack Doran a moment ago and in how much trouble he was going to get for that once their guest had left. All that from a single trill of eye contact. His mother was amazing.

Swallowing audibly, Sin turned away from the door, his mind starting to concoct a series of punishments based on previous experience and an underlying fear that every child has for their mother. At first, Sin just felt like his breathing was troubling him again so he worked to unwrap himself from his mother's gift wrap. When his breathing didn't get better without the constricting sheets, Sin pushed himself back up in a seated position, his right hand stinging a little as he put weight on it. This helped for a moment as he took in a deep breath, filling his lungs to capacity. The next breath he took was way worse. Sin's breathing sounded like someone had wrapped their hands around his throat, trying to choke the life out of him. Suddenly louder, Sin's breath became wheezing as he sucked it in. It seemed to come with much protest and was barely enough for his lungs to be satisfied.

His hands clutched at the sheets when the air suddenly stopped coming. The panic was visible in his eyes and on his face when the wheezing noise suddenly stopped. Sin turned to the only person in the room as he tried to claw at him with his hand, trying to get his attention or help or anything. His eyes were seeking contact with Doran's, pleading for help. When his lungs started protesting about the lack of air, Sin involuntarily swallowed, his body trying to get some air in any way possible, but nothing came for several trills. With frantic, panicked swipes, Sin's hand tried to grasp some part of Doran, as if touching the man would help him breathe.

After a few trills of nothing the dam in Sin's throat suddenly burst. He sucked in one raspy breath after another, leaning forward, eyes closed, squeezing the sheets in his left hand and whatever he had managed to grasp with his right. As he managed to collect himself now that his lungs were getting air again, Sin's breathing lowered in raspy volume but kept a wheezing noise to them whenever he breathed.
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Mon Nov 21, 2016 9:18 am

As Beira told him to stay with the boy, the Mortalborn nearly refused and told her that she was his mother, that she should watch him, but in the end he just nodded curtly instead. The boy was a liar, a despicable little creature that likely used his illness to manipulate his mother, but he belonged to her, and thus he would keep an eye on him and not just leave him to his own devices, although the thought had briefly occurred to him.

He didn’t sit down at the edge of the bed as Beira would without a doubt have done, but remained standing next to it, arms crossed over his chest and watched Sintih. He didn’t say a word. After what the boy had done, he had no interest in making small talk with him, distracting him and perhaps trying to get him to like him better. At first, when Sintih sat up and his breathing became more laboured, he did not react, thinking it entirely possible that he was just pretending. He did not trust a boy that had the gall to spy on his mother.

As he saw the panic in Sintih‘s eyes though, he realized that his pain was real, that he was really choking. As Sintih looked at him, pleading for help, he rushed to his side immediately. He pushed the boy’s hand away – it would be counter-productive if he were holding onto him now and restricting his movement – and helped him sit up straighter instead. ”Don’t you dare die on me now!” he threatened him. ”And look at me! Look at my face! Focus!”

”Breathe in slowly through your nose while keeping your mouth closed and counting to two. And then pursue your lips and exhale through them while counting to four”,
he instructed him more calmly, realizing that it would not help if he were screaming at Sintih. He demonstrated it himself in case the boy couldn’t follow what he had said while he was watching Sintih’s face for signs that he was getting better or that his condition was worsening.

He seemed to be able to breathe again, for now, which was a good sign. Beira would never have forgiven him if her son had died while in his care, and he wanted her to be a part of his life again, despite everything. ”This technique will make your breathing more effective”, he explained once it was clear that the immediate threat was over and that Sintih would live. ”I want to use it every time you are short of breath.” He hoped that Sintih would listen to him and not decide to be stubborn because he didn’t like him. He had unfortunately seen it before, people ignoring life-saving advice because they hated the person that said advice had come from.

When Beira would return she would still find him like that, sitting at the edge of Sintih’s bed, watching him closely and quietly. He had not left the boy’s side again after that attack.
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Thu Nov 24, 2016 10:35 am

When his breathing returned, Sintih needed a moment to get over the panic. His eyes were less wild, no longer flashing around for a way out and instead focused on the man now sitting on his bed. Whatever dislike or anger there had been before, Sin surely felt none of it now. He knew the doctor had said something to him while he'd was trying to catch his breath but he couldn't register what it had been exactly. He only watched the man breathe quite specifically and with broad movements. Somehow, watching him breathe in through his nose as he raised his head and back a little and then blowing it out between the tiniest space between his lips, Sin realized after several rounds of it that he was waiting for Sin to follow him.

It was strange, breathing like this. The first part wasn't the problem, really, as he breathed in through his nose, trying to match Doran's time. Breathing out through pursed lips was strange, though. It wasn't something you ever did unless you were trying to blow something away or douse a candle. At first, it went well as he kept up with Doran but he noticed that his head started to feel light as he continued with the exercise. Trying to combat the dizziness that came with feeling light headed, Sin closed his eyes and shook his head quickly. It didn't help much so he just opted for normal breathing instead.

With his life no longer in danger, Sin realized that the doctor he disliked so much was sitting next to him on his bed, so close, so familiar, almost like a father. "I'm fine now." Sin's words were short and definitely not polite as he spoke but he couldn't bring himself to say or do more besides that, leaving Doran to sit where he was sitting. He could always tell his mother what he'd seen later, when this guy was gone, and then she'd take care of it. Or maybe his father would go over and teach him a lesson when he got back from wherever he was now. It wasn't like this Doran guy would be able to do anything to his father. Sin turned his head away and stared at the wall on the left, out the window.

Beira came in a few bits after she had left the room, holding two cups of water. She stopped in the doorway, seeing Doran sit on the side of Sin's bed. Somehow, she saw a father in him. She wondered if he had children himself. It had been a long time since she'd seen him, a lot could have changed in that time. She walked in and put Sin's cup on his bedside table and offered the other to Doran. "Thank you for all your help, Doran." Beira smiled at him as she held out the cup. He must have a wife or someone out there, he was young and handsome to human standards and the university paid well so... Beira walked around the bed and blocked Sin's view of the outside as she stopped.

"How are you feeling, hmm?" She moved her hand, softly rubbing his hair. She felt her son's head push back against her hand as she did, silently letting her know that he was doing alright. He gave her a small smile and closed his eyes. Seeing that her son was doing alright and that Doran wasn't testing for anything else anymore, she figured he'd done all he could. "Would you like to stay for dinner?" Beira asked as she turned her attention back to Doran. "Or do you have to get going?" She expected the latter but how could she call herself a good host if she didn't ask, at least. While the farm wasn't far from the city, staying for dinner would probably mean staying overnight. Travelling after dark was never safe, not in the most secure areas of Rynmere, and the farmlands around Andaris were not on Beira's list of secure areas of Rynmere.

She was glad to have seen him after all these years. It had brought some memories and feelings to the surface she had almost forgotten but it was good to know that Doran was doing well. With him sitting here, Beira did realize that maybe Doran hadn't been the best option to ask for help in this case but all the other people that had visited before him hadn't really fixed the problem. Maybe if they did decide to move to Andaris, she might try to get some extra hours in at the university. It was a long time since she'd spent an all-nighter in a library.
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Fri Nov 25, 2016 7:12 am

The Mortalborn said nothing as Sintih told him that he was fine again, although he was relieved. The tone of the boy’s voice was still somewhat impolite despite the fact that he might very well just have saved his life, he noticed, but he chose to ignore it for now, for Beira’s sake. As he sat there and waited for her to return, he briefly wondered what his life would have been like if he had had other children besides that little girl that had died much too soon almost four centuries before. Would his life be less empty now, would he see mortalkind in a different light, as more than just weaklings and tools to be used?

Could Sintih, this rude, treacherous boy, have been his son if things had gone differently? He pondered the question for a few moments. He wondered if the presence of a single child, of a single additional being in this world could have had the potential to change him on such a fundamental level and whether he really wanted such a change to take place, to be responsible for, to worry about another, to tie himself to another that would often be nothing but a liability. He was almost about to come to a decision when she returned. He sat up straighter, accepted the cup of water from her and took a sip before he informed her, “You don’t have to thank me, Beira. I did it gladly, for the sake of our old friendship. As for dinner …”

He thought about it, thought about whether he wanted to stay and risk meeting her husband, a man that he could do nothing but hate, and finally decided, “I would love to stay. It has been a while since my last meal, and I have to admit I’m somewhat hungry.” It would soon be dark, but that was of little concern to him. He was more than capable of taking care of himself. Others might worry about bandits attacking them under the cover of darkness, about the monsters that lurked in the shadows, but to him such things were but a minor annoyance and insignificant in the long run.
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Fri Nov 25, 2016 8:19 pm

Beira left Doran with Sintih as she went to prepare for the evening. Food had to be prepped and, just in case, the guest room as well. Once Sintih saw his mother leave, he slowly slid down until he was lying down in his bed. His eyes were fixed on the ceiling, refusing to look at Doran. He wasn't sure what to say or do in the situation. Hate the man who was trying to get his mother or thank him for making his life easier, if not saving it. He turned on his side, his back to Doran and pulled his knees up a bit, getting comfortable. While sleep wouldn't take him, Sin managed to rest and overcome the fear lingering after his own body choking the life out of him.

Beira prepared a simple farm dinner with a lot of vegetables and some fresh pork. While she remained quiet for most of the dinner, she did ask Doran some general questions, part out of curiosity and part as a good host. Her son was the only thing on her mind near the end of the day and once dinner was finished, she went to put him to bed. Tonight she'd host or see off Doran. Tomorrow she'd try and walk around the house with Sintih a bit, nothing too far but at least get him out of bed. And she'd ask Rudi to fetch this new medicine Doran had prescribed once he got back. Her mind was filled with thoughts and decision she had to take, each one concerning her son and his future, his Rathaan.

A season later, Beira and Rudi would sell their farm and move with their son to the city of Andaris.
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Tue Nov 29, 2016 3:23 am

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Name: Sintih

Knowledge:
Beira: Tough woman
Beira: Dragon of house Beira
Beira: Worries about you
Doran: Old friend of your mother’s
Doran: Intimidating
Doran: Young and useless?
Doran: Healer
Doran: Doesn’t believe you should be coddled
Doran: Authoritative
Doran: Found abnormalities in your breathing
Doran: Recommends something for your heart
Doran: Recommends you go outside
Doran: Homewrecker

Loot: N/A
Injuries: Bruised knees that will fade in 3 trials
Fame: N/A

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Collaboration: 5
Structure: 5

Name: Doran

Knowledge:
Beira: Intelligent woman
Beira: Eidisi
Beira: Mother
Beira: Housewife or farmer
Sintih: Beria’s son
Sintih: Sickly
Deception: Delivering a lie
Detection: Reading a facial expression
Sintih: Heavily medicated
Beira: Restricts her son’s activity
Beira: Doesn’t like being criticized
Beira: May not be happy
Beira: Married to a farmer
Beira: Interested in moving to the city
Beira: Husband is Rudi
Rudi: Used to be in the military
Sintih: Doesn’t like you
Sintih: Liar and manipulator

Loot: N/A
Injuries: N/A
Fame: +2 for helping Sintih

Story: 5
Collaboration: 5
Structure: 5

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I do enjoy memory threads because they give such useful insight into the characters. I loved Sin’s absolutely loathing of Doran and how much Doran cares for Beira and all she had to give up to become a mother. It was a well-written and well-collaborated story. I really enjoyed it. Nothing major structure wise.

If you feel that I have missed anything or have any comments or questions, please feel free to PM me!
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