Raising Spirits, or Raising spirits?

Kura meets Nir'wei, although they both have different reasons.

44th of Ashan 717

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"Easy, boy." Nir'wei reached out once again to touch Greyhide, and though the wolf did not shy away from his touch,nor did he acknowledge it. He stuck to his rigid path, marching back and forth, up and down the length of the bed and around before the door, pausing for a moment with his ears pricked up, before turning around and skulking back to Nir'weis bedside. All day, from the moment he'd been let inside the Sev'ryns patient room within the Adunih Outpost of Rharne's Earth Quarter, Greyhide had been on high alert. He paced impatiently, growled at anyone who entered and at one point tried to sit himself across Nir'wei's body like a second blanket; not out of comfort, because he could tell it wasn't ideal for either of them, but he guessed because it was the best way to protect the most valuable parts of his body at once. Of course he'd shoved the wolf off and scolded him, but still Greyhide paced. "Is this because of our guest? Faith is the most trustworthy person I know, and if she thinks I should meet this woman then I'll be damned if I don't." Greyhide paused, for just a moment, as if mulling over his words before returning to his rigid marching pattern. He knew that it was rather silly, to talk to the wolf as if he truly understand everything he said, but Greyhide had proven time and time again that he was much more intelligent than he seemed.

"You know," Archailist cut in, "some animals, like wolves, can sense things that the rest of us cannot. Perhaps Greyhide means to tell us something through his behaviour... something we would be wise to take notice of, rather than ignore." Archailist's faded grey eyes sparkled in a way they most certainly shouldn't as he glanced to Nir'wei from the opposite end of the bed, squatting on the tip of a blanket-covered foot with his tail flicking behind him. "I wonder why Faith was so interested in having us see this person anyway."

Nir'wei frowned. "She told us why. Because they're half-Sev'ryn. Because they might not know about some very important parts of their heritage, things that you and I will be more than happy to offer." He had to emphasize the last part quite a bit more than normal. Archailist had always been very direct when he talked about their direct bond, but when it came to others, or anything a little more general that could be applied a little more universally across familiars and mortals, he'd been much more vague and roundabout, almost a little indifferent towards whether or not Nir'wei truly understood any of it. He'd shown that same attitude here, so far. Nir'wei had tried again and again over the past few days to test and query the squirrel in regards to what could generally happen during a spirit-quest the likes of which they'd both experienced in the past, and the squirrel had immediately obfuscated every response.

Archailist shook his head. "What do you know, though? Of course you succeeded, but nobody really prepared you for it, not the way they should have. Your parents never told you the stories, nobody ever told you what to expect, what to know and what to do... of course every joining is unique, just as every person is unique, but there is more to it that you were left blind to, and you still remain blind to. I don't mean to insult or degrade, but of all the Sev'ryn in the world to offer advice, you have very little to bring to the table, and yet she still asks you."

"Because she knows me!" he hissed back, tempted to slap the little creature regardless of whether or not it'd actually send the little rodent flying as he so very prayed it would. "Because she doesn't know about that part of my past yet, and perhaps more importantly, because I would know all of these things and more if you'd just tell them to me, instead of lording them over me and dangling them above my head like forbidden knowledge, all the while telling me that I am perhaps the only person of my species that does not know!" Greyhide, perhaps sensing Nir'weis frustration, begun to growl... but when Nir'wei turned to the wolf to try to calm him, he found the wolf was facing the door, not the squirrel.

"As much as I would love to offer my expertise, it would seem our guest has arrived," the squirrel chimed cheerily before vanishing.
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Kura had one again managed to avoid getting a decent nights sleep, but she was up and active regardless, having gotten far too used to operating on so little sleep. This time she was going to meet Faith's friend, on the recommendation that she could cheer him up a bit. That had made Kura laugh a bit, as she wasn't exactly the most cheerful person ever. Still, she would do it if she could, and maybe it wasn't exactly cheering up that this fellow needed.

She had both her familiars with her today, but Speck wasn't going to enter the building with her, instead going to sneak a peek at the job board and go hunting. Phelan, however, would be with her as much as he could. The wolf was feeling restless lately and had expressed a strong desire to get out of the room more. The Order had gotten semi-familiar with Kura and Phelan during her visits with Faith before her friend had gone to Scalvoris, and let the two pass without incident.

When they arrived at Nir'wei's door, she knocked gently. When told to enter, she opened the door and stuck her head in, glancing down at the growling wolf in the room. "Well now. Aren't you a pretty boy." she said cheerfully before she opened the door all the way and admitted Phelan, who was bigger than an ordinary wolf. "Phelan, get him to calm down, but please don't injure him." she said, looking at her Velduris familiar as she shut the door. The great wolf nodded his head at her and set about talking Greyhide in the language of wolves.

Looking at Nir'wei, she smiled at him and nodded. "Pleased to meet you. I'm Kura Mareth, a friend of Faith's." she said, stepping around Phelan to pull a chair over next to the bed. "I can send Phelan home, if you'd rather I did. He's a bit restless, is all, and he wanted to meet you." she said, her tone still cheerful.
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To be truthful, he didn't know what exactly to expect. He never expected Faith to make bad company, let alone insist that one come and spend the day with him. Then again, it wasn't Kura that had his eyes goggling as she stepped through the door. In some ways she even resembled Faith a little, with her dark hair and unusually pale skin that often came from spending too long indoors. Her posture left a little to be desired, but then again, slumped against the bed, Nir'wei wasn't one to talk. No; what surprised him was the wolf walking beside her. Pets were a common thing. Pets that followed their owner everywhere they went were much less so, and to have an unusual pet like a wild wolf doing that had to be the least common thing of all. He'd suspected he was the only one. To know that there could be someone who shared his interests, well... now he could see why Faith wanted them to meet.

"Nir'wei... pleasure's all mine." His eyes darted back and forth between the young woman settled at the foot of his bed and the abnormally large wolf - Phelan, he thought he heard? - making... he didn't really know what noises the wolf was making, but they didn't sound normal either, and Greyhide's eyes were wide as he backed away, immediately turned from alert to horrified. "Oh, no no, please, by all means. I'd never turn down the opportunity to be in the company of such a remarkable... how is he so big?" He just couldn't help but probe, his curiosity was already beginning to get the better of him. "Was it something to do with the feed, with training, or is it a different breed entirely? Picked up from a different continent? Sorry, my understanding of wolves is limited, but... well, spending so long with Greyhide is making them grow on me."

As if saying his name had acted as a summons, Greyhide fled Phelan and jumped onto the bed again, lying down across Nir'weis legs and raising his head as high as it could go, attempting to loom with an air of tentative superiority, while remaining completely silent and haughty. He'd never had a chance to notice it before, since he saw so few wolves around Rharne, or Rynmere, or anywhere else between, but... Greyhide really acted weird around other wolves. He'd always assumed it'd be much the same as when dogs met - sniffing under each-others tails, barking, bouncing and playfulness. Not this silent wariness and confusion, as if the wolf suddenly didn't know what to do with himself. If only Jasper were here... that otter knew how to diffuse a situation, even if he never seemed to do it intentionally. Otters were weird. Animals were weird.

"Greyhide, hey! Mmf. Sorry. Don't know what's gotten into him." One hand gently rested atop Greyhide's ears, scratching over the back of his scalp in an attempt to soothe him. "He's been acting... I guess he's been a little overprotective ever since the first... err. Nevermind." He'd never thought about it before, but how much had Faith told Kura? Did she know about the Rot? If not, it wasn't something he wanted to bring up. The less people he burdered that with, the better off everyone would be. "Doesn't matter. He's just a weird one, has been since I picked him up."
Almost in response, Greyhide's fluffy tail smacked Nir'wei in the face. "What?!" he exclaimed, spluttering out fur. "It's true, don't even deny it. Ugh. Speaking of which... sorry to immediately jump back onto the topic, but I have to ask. How did you find, Phelan was it? Rescued, or captured, or what?"
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Kura grinned openly at Nir'wei's reaction to Phelan. Evidentally, Faith hadn't told him she was a Wolf-Walker, or he didn't know what that was. She was, however, briefly distracted by his own wolf's reaction to Phelan. It was...very unusual for a wolf to react in such a way. "Something's up with him. I'll keep trying to talk to him." Phelan said to Kura, his voice in her mind as he kept speaking wolf at Greyhide.

Kura nodded at Phelan, then turned her attention back to her host and grinned again. "Faith didn't tell you about Phelan, I gather. I'm a Wolf-Walker, lad. Blessed by the Immortal Karem, and accompanied by a spirit wolf chosen from her pack." she said, gesturing at Phelan, who was giving Greyhide increasingly concerned looks as he kept trying to talk to the other wolf. "I can communicate with him, and he with me. He's still trying to calm your own companion down."

Greyhide jumping up in front of Nir'wei got a surprised look from both Phelan and Kura and Phelan just looked over his shoulder at Kura in utter bewilderment. Kura gave Greyhide a long look, wondering at his responses. It was like he didn't even remotely understand anything Phelan was saying to him. Even a wolf raised away from other wolves spoke at least some wolf. Turning back to Nir'wei as the question turned through her mind, she grinned slightly. "It's all right. I've dealt with a number of odd things before. It's how I wound up with Phelan." she said, petting Phelan's flank.

"I was given Phelan to aid in my hunts. I hunt...evil, I guess is the best way to describe it. Karem gave me her Blessing, and Phelan with it, to help keep me alive while I hunt." she said, grinning slightly. "Seen some weird things in my time, from cultist bandits, to homicidal plant life to becom..." she trailed off, her eyes widening in realization. Then she looked directly at Greyhide. "No wonder you don't speak wolf." she said, her tone suddenly certain.

Looking up so she was looking at both Greyhide and Nir'wei, Kura let out a long sigh. "Greyhide there, he isn't wholly a wolf. Oh, his physical form is, but his mind is a Mortal's mind." she said, before grimacing. "I'm fairly certain he was Becomer once upon a time. Odds are, the totem for his human form was lost. He's trapped like that." she said, pity in her voice. "Very likely, he wouldn't survive in the wild. Without you, he'd have died long ago." she said, before looking at Nir'wei. "And he knows it, I think. It's part of the reason he's protective. How'd you two meet, if you don't mind my asking."
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A Wolf-Walker. That was definitely something he'd never heard of before, but then again, he supposed it made sense that a blessed follower of the Immortal of Wolves should have a giant wolf following them around everywhere. Although, admittedly, it did take him a lot longer to join certain dots together, even with all the gestures and hints. "... Wait." His eyes widened as he glanced from Kura, to Phelan, and back again. "This one is a spirit wolf?" He knew spirits; he was bonded to one, for Karem's sake. But Archailist couldn't materialise, and even if he could, like some hidden tales spoke of, he'd never heard of a familiar that could take on a size like Kura's companion did. He almost reached out to touch the wolf, to see if his hand would slide straight through what looked like flesh and fur. "You can communicate as easily as you do with me? Or is it something else entirely? Actually, no. Nevermind that." Even through the rather distant bond he held at the moment, he could feel Archailist's ire. They talked as easily, if not even easier than Nir'wei did with anyone else; why should a wolf spirit familiar be any different?

His hand continued to stroke with slow, calming motions over Greyhide's pelt and he nodded to Kura's explanation. He wished that he and Greyhide could have seen some of the things she talked about. For the most part, Greyhide's adventures had involved dragging Nir'wei out of his stupor and calling for help every time he started bleeding again. Not really the sort of thing one even talked about willingly, let alone bragged for. "... Wait, what? He doesn't?" He looked down at Greyhide with confusion masking his face, as the wolf stared up at him with wide, unreadable eyes.

"... A Becomer," he breathed softly. He knew that the wolf was odd. He'd learned commands quicker than he'd ever expected from a wild animal, and he showed initiative and intelligence beyond any other creature under his care, even Jacadons, who were praised for their intelligence! "Is what she said true?" he asked. Greyhide nodded. He understood; he understood human speech. "You're not nodding by coincidence, are you," he muttered. Greyhide shook his head and another expression passed through his head... Nir'wei couldn't decipher this one either, but it felt sad. Incredibly sad. He wanted to know how long he'd been like this, but the more he considered it, the more he felt certain that he already knew; it'd been staring him in the face from the moment he'd rescued the wolf.

Out-loud, he explained. "He was captured when I found him." A hand stroked between Greyhide's ears. "Most of my animals are bought. Greyhide was injured, captured. Accused of pillaging livestock and causing trouble for a load of farmers around the outskirts of Andaris, in Rynmere. Then one day he just... ran straight into the city, caused a massive uproar before he could be hunted down into a corner and captured. They were deciding what to do with him, whether to kill him and skin him or what. I took him off their hands for a good deal." He felt so bad for the poor creature. "It took a while. He was frightened, barking constantly, refusing help. I eventually calmed him down enough to treat his wounds, feed him, and when he got better, I even offered him the chance to run back to the wild again. He never took it, didn't even hesitate."

He took a deep breath. "That wasn't you that did those things, was it." It wasn't a question, not really, but the wolf shook its head once again. "That day you ran through the streets. Straight through the middle of a city crowded with humans, barking at random people, hysterical, without a pack. You lost your totem that day, didn't you." He could feel tears prickling his eyes. "You came back, trying to find someone to change you back, but they couldn't." Nir'weis voice was shaking. "I'm so sorry." He should have known. It should have been obvious. He knew an inkling about Becoming. Not much, barely more than stories told around campfires, but he knew. He should have put it together sooner.

His free hand wiped away some of the unshed tears. "When I find how, I'll make you a new totem, I promise." Remembering there was someone else in the room, he smiled unevenly at Kura. "Thank you. For letting me know. I should have known, but... honestly I never would have figured out if you hadn't told me. I took his generosity for granted. Honestly... Greyhide has saved my life more times than I dare count these past few seasons. Despite me never leaving this bed." His smile faltered as he, too, realised that he'd probably said a bit too much.
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Kura remained silent as Nir'wei spoke to Greyhide, confirming that he was a Becomer as the two "talked" about how they had met and when Greyhide had gotten trapped. When Nir'wei turned his attention back to her, the Mortalborn smiled and nodded. "Glad I could help. I imagine it's been hard for him, no one knowing what he was." she said, before looking down at the wolf. Faith had mentioned that Nir'wei had been struggling with some illness, but hadn't gone into detail. If Nir'wei wanted to talk about it, that was up to him, but she wasn't going to mention it. So for now, she kept the focus off of it.

"I'm afraid I don't know that much about Becoming. I don't of a way to help you return to your human form, or anything of that nature. What little studies I've done on arcana were directed into other avenues." she said, giving a wry smile. She knew about most magic on a basic level, but beyond that, she was utterly clueless. At least, thus far. With things in Idalos likely to get rapidly worse, it was time for her to resume some studies she had left off long ago.

She grimaced though, and reached out to rub Greyhide's flank. "Sorry I can't be more help. I can't imagine how frustrated you must be." she said. She had the distinct feeling that Greyhide knew exactly how, or even if, he could be helped. To be unable to say anything about it would be utterly enraging to deal with. "So, how did the two of you meet Faith, if you don't mind my asking?" she said, her tone curious as she spoke to both man and wolf in an attempt to lighten the mood.
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He could only nod dumbly. Trapped in a wolf body, without opposable thumbs, without the ability to talk, without anything... normal. His original body lost, possibly gone forever. "I thought I had it bad." Greyhide's head lifted suddenly and shaked, eyes staring deep into his own; didn't take a genius to figure out that the wolf didn't share the sentiment. "Hey, it's true. At least I die in a few arcs, you've got to spend the rest of your life..." he trailed off as Greyhide pressed against his face, shaking his head violently enough that his ears flopped comically. He'd assumed Faith would have told Kura before their meeting, but as he sighed and continued to stroke his companion comfortingly, he looked to her and considered it. No, of course she'd know.

"I met Faith quite long ago now, in Rynmere. Back when she was a slave. I didn't own a house, I just roamed over the countryside sleeping in a tent set up on the back of a wagon, when I wasn't sleeping in an inn or wherever a bed was going cheap." Gods, it felt like forever since he'd last spent the night staring up at the stars, with the sounds of wildlife around him instead of rowdy bard songs from nearby inns and the drunken cheers of patrons bumbling through the streets, tripping over themselves in inebriation. He missed it horribly, but the chances of slipping out were slim, and the chances of surviving long were slimmer still. "It was a cheap wooden thing and it broke frequently. One day one of the wheels nearly cracked in two on the main road towards Andaris, and as I was fixing it, she stopped in the middle of her task to come over and help me repair the thing."

Chuckling softly and giving Greyhide an appreciative scratch behind the ear, he thought about how far she'd come... and how low he'd sunk. "We got to chatting, ended up seeing each-other rather regularly. She came to me for advice and vice versa. It's why I came here, too. When..." he paused, lips pinched into a thin line. "When the first signs of the Rot became apparent, I went to the doctors in Rynmere and none could explain it. The very next person I thought about was Faith. I knew she had some pretty good experience in medicine, didn't know she had enough to diagnose me so quickly, but there you have it." So much for lightening the mood. Greyhide's head now rested on Nir'weis lap, soft but frequent whines coming from him, while Nir'wei stroked half-heartedly over his head in a mechanical sequence, no thought put into it anymore.

"Sorry." He knew that he'd drawn their talk down a rather dark alley. "You came here for something, didn't you? And not just to bask in the glow of my radiant health." That was supposed to be a joke, but he spoke with very little humour now. "Faith mentioned your heritage in her letter - not your Immortal heritage, but your Sev'ryn half... she wouldn't mention it if it wasn't important, and she wouldn't want me to see you unless I knew something that could help you." He knew that he was being very blunt with all of this, but they'd spent enough time dancing around one-another - it was time to push into the meat of it. "You've had the dreams, haven't you. Something's calling to you, from somewhere you don't know, in a way you can't really understand."
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Kura watched the exchange between wolf and man about who had it worse with a slight grin. Phelan, meanwhile, had curled up on the foot of Nir'wei's bed, his head resting on the Sev'ryn's feet. "She was a slave when I met her too." Kura said, quietly before falling silent as Nir'wei explained how he and Faith had met, and why he had come to meet with her here in Rharne, along with why he was in the Orders care for the time being. When he said she hadn't come to bask in the glow of his health, she let out a quiet laugh. "You may not believe it, but I've seen worse. A group of Plague-Bearers set up in a remote village to experiment once. The results were...disturbing. We had to burn the village and work some shenanigans to make sure none of what had been made there escaped." she said, her tone dry and nearly emotionless.

Kura tilted her head to the side in almost canine expression as Nir'wei started talking about Sev'ryn spirits, then laughed slightly when he mentioned the dreams. "They were dreams fifty years ago, when I first heard the spirit. My father was Sev'ryn, he'd explained what the spirits were like. But I had my duties, I couldn't just drop them to go running off to who knows where. Over time...over time they became nightmares. I don't more than a few hours a night, and when I do, I see my friends dead or in chains, myself allied with my greatest enemies, or the world burned to slag and ash for my failures." she said, her tone growing increasingly bitter as she spoke.

"I know what it wants, it's why I'm searching for it now, but I'm less than certain if I actually want to find it." she said, her tone dry. "See, my understanding is that this spirit is supposed to be part of my own soul, but I don't know that I believe it. Why would part of my own soul go out of its way to torture me with nightmares." she said, her tone genuinely confused.
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He laughed, but it was a rather hollow laugh now. It didn't matter if he was what he was, or a horrible monster. Either way, he was dying. In a few arcs his eyes would start to bleed so much that he'd turn permanently blind, the pain would become beyond agonising, and the Rot would eat him from the inside-out. He might as well have been experimented on by a group of Plague-Bearers, because at least then someone would end it for him and take pity. "I don't doubt that you see some really horrible stuff going on where you'd never expect it... let alone what happens where you do." His tone was almost as blank as hers, although he suspected it wasn't for the same reason. "Ahh well. Life. It all comes with the territory, doesn't it. For every honest guy working the plows and sharing his food with the less fortunate, there's some sick fuck trying to find a way to burn the world and rule the ashes." When he looked at it like that, the world really was a bleak and horrible place.

"Fifty?!" Well, that was the shock he needed to break out of melancholy alright. "I never could have guessed." If being a Wolf-Walker did that to you, where did he sign up? Sure, she looked perhaps an arc or two older than him, that much was a given really, but fifty arcs ago she'd just started to hear her spirit familiar? "It's no wonder you've started having nightmares, I mean... fifty arcs... jeez." It wasn't even worth thinking what the time away could do to an unbonded spirit familiar.

Twisting his mouth into an odd shape, Nir'wei breathed heavily through his nose. "I mean, it might be because you've ignored it for fifty arcs. I know I'd be pissed off if the other half of my existence decided to snuff me in favour of other duties they thought were more important." He tried to keep any of his personal opinions out of his voice, but it was rather hard. Fifty arcs! "Whatever the reason, you need to understand that... for better or for worse, this is another part of your soul. Even if it's a darker part, the darkest... deep down, it's as you as the part I'm talking to right now." He couldn't speak of it to a stranger, even his closest friend really, but Archailist wasn't exactly the light half of his soul either. He could relate to that. "It's something that you can't ignore, you can't push it under the rug and forget about it, if that's what you're thinking of." He really hoped that wasn't what she was thinking of. "Even if it's the deepest pit of your soul that exists, and it's sat in the Heart of the World itself, you need to find it, bond with it and deal with it."

In that moment, something clicked in his head and he decided it needed to be said. "Otherwise... well, you'll end up like someone I knew. She was like you, I'm told... but when she started having her dreams, she didn't follow them. Didn't even try to find her familiar. Left alone in the world, it died, and she fell into a depression so deep that she turned insane, couldn't function normally... and she committed suicide." Strange to think he could talk about his dead mother so easily, but he'd never known her before the depression. She'd never truly done anything with him that a mother did, they'd never even talked for very long or lived under the same roof. "You can't live with half a soul, Kura. And once the depression sinks in, it'll eat you from the inside as surely as the Rot will eat me."

He'd said too much. Far, far too much. His head sank and he pressed a palm to his forehead. "I'm sorry, I... don't feel well," he muttered, blinking several times. "Thank you for everything you've done for me today, it's been, well, it's been interesting is one way to put it. Feel free to drop by any time you want, now or in the future, but for today I think you should go. I wouldn't like you to see what happens next." It didn't take long after that for a nurse to walk by and gently escort Kura out, while calling for some others nearby to help Nir'wei through "another episode".
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Name: Nir'wei

Knowledge:
Location: Rharne
Rharne Location: Order of the Adunih
Kura Mareth: Half-Sev’ryn
Kura Mareth: Blessed by Karem
Kura Mareth: Hunts Evil
Phelan: Kura’s Spirit Wolf
Immortal: Karem
Greyhide: A Trapped Becomer
Psychology: Embracing all your flaws
Psychology: Connecting with your other half
Endurance: Don't stop kicking until your heart stops beating

Loot: N/A
Injuries: Just the usual, ya know. Certain death and all.
Fame: +1 for agreeing to help Kura learn about her Sev'ryn heritage

Points: 15
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Name: Kura Wolfsdotter

Knowledge:
Location: Rharne
Rharne Location: Order of the Adunih
Nir’wei: Sev’ryn
Nir’wei: Sick with the Rot
Greyhide: Nir’wei’s Wolf
Greyhide: A Trapped Becomer
Illness: The Rot
Sev’ryn Familiar: Part of your soul
Animal Training: Trying to calm a panicky wolf
Detection: Recognizing when a wolf isn't a wolf
Becoming: Becomers can be trapped in their changed forms
Endurance: Withstanding nightmares
Etiquette: It's not polite to make your familiar wait

Loot: N/A
Injuries: N/A
Fame: +1 for attempting to cheer up Nir'wei with a visit

Points: 15
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Comments: Oh man, what a thread. I really enjoyed being able to read the meeting between Nir'wei and Kura! They seem like a pair who would easily get along - both Sev'ryn, both have weird animal companions, both have familiars. Definitely a good match!

Nir'wei, I love how you write your character. You manage to weave in the tragedy of his situation into your writing so well, and it works perfectly with his interactions with his animals and his own psychological acceptance of his eventual fate. Beautifully done. It's such a pleasure to read your work!

Kura, I love the sympathy and wisdom that your character exudes. You definitely write her like she's a Mortal Born with arcs of experience behind her. Nicely done! My only request is to please be careful about sharing information your character doesn’t already have (ie. knowing that Greyhide was a Becomer). Your CS doesn’t have any previous Becoming information, so I’m not sure how your character would have immediately figured this out. I’ve given the knowledge this time because it’s the first time I’ve mentioned it and I don’t want to mess up future threads/plots for Nir'wei. That said, I would normally withhold the knowledge from both characters since there’s no feasible way for Kura to know this.

Overall, this was a lovely read. I've added in some extra non-skill knowledge so that your characters have a memory of the specifics of each other and this particular location in Rharne. Looking forward to Nir'wei and Kura meeting up again!

If you feel I've missed anything or if you have questions about your review, please don't hesitate to send me a quick PM. Thanks!
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