{Skirruk} A fact of life
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wayfarers_lodgeOOC The names sound a little ridiculous, I know. Blame the Illumian name rolling system :P
IC
Woodwing Skirruk clung to her ferret companion, who chittered softly at her in concern. Woodwing Gauchel, who stood beside her, reached down and squeezed her shoulder. It didn't matter that Gauchel was physically her height and close her age, in Skirruk's mind, Gauchel was much older, and reached down to put his hand on her shoulder.
"You shouldn't worry so much, Skirruk. Now they know what you can do, Woodwing Noahlenkhur will be able to teach you." Gauchel smiled, but didn't sound very sure- Woodwing Noahlenkhur was known throughout the cabal for being haughty, quick to judge, and highly selective about his students. Their trainer, Woodwing Nahlehntra had called him a psion. Skirruk didn't know what that meant, but was still nervous about approaching him as they came to his rooms and knocked on the door.
The man that answered was tall and gaunt, almost to the point of emaciation. His receding hair was swept back into a neat ponytail, and his mouth was fixed in a permanent sneer. He looked down at the two young Illumians, and the sneer curled upwards into a strange, almost mocking smile.
"Good morning. I take it you are Woodwing Skirruk?"
Skirruk nodded, and forced herself to take a step forward and presented her hand to him with all the gravity an eight year old could summon.
"Yes, Woodwing Noahlenkhur, thank you for seein' me."
The older Illumian ignored her hand, and looked at Gauchel.
"You can go."
His hand tightened on Skirruk's shoulder.
"Woodwing Nahlehntra told me to stay with Woodwing Skirruk. In case she has an episode."
Noahlenkhur's nostrils flared, and from the workshop, his raven croaked with what sounded a lot like irritation, but he didn't argue- no one argued with the Training Mistress when it came to the care of her young ones.
"Very well. Now, little girl, what studies have you undertaken?"
Skirruk's brow furrowed.
"Studies?"
"Yes, child. What preparations for the psionic studies have you undergone? Do you know how to meditate? Woodwing Nahlehntra mentioned that you have manifested powers- show me what you can do."
Skirruk fidgeted. He was saying a lot of words she didn't understand.
"I got tol' I wasn't allowed to put my brain into other people's brains anymore, because it makes Woodwing Leasha ver' upset when I do that, so i'm not allowed to unless they deserve it."
"So, some form of Telepathy, then. What else can you do?"
"I... can't do anything else. Should I be able to?"
"Yes, you should. Perhaps you suffered more severe brain damage than we expected."
Skirruk felt Gauchel tense, and she clutched her ferret closer to her. Noahlenkhur raised his eyebrow.
"What on earth is that filthy thing?"
"He is my feerot!" Smiled Skirruk. She knew the answer to this one. "His name is Faroot! An' I cleaned him good. He jus' got away."
"A... what? Child, surely you mean a ferret."
"That's wha' I said! I am espanding the use of the word!"
Noahlenkhur waved his hand in an irritated fashion, and looked at Gauchel.
"I tire of this. Boy, tell Woodwing Nahlehntra to ask the Peacock to handle her. I have no time to train feckless, illiterate timewasters who have no inclination for the fine psionic arts."
Noahlenkhur sniffed and turned to walk away. Skirruk gaped at him, vision going red. Her shock was the only thing that saved him from her initial assault. Gauchel put his hand firmly on her shoulder. It was shaking.
"Skirruk, no! Nahlehntra said no!"
Skirruk bared her teeth at him for a moment, fully considering unleashing her power on her friend, before wilting.
"I don' want Leasha to be angry at me."
"It's alright. He won't be angry at you, dear."
Gauchel stepped forward, and tapped Noahlenkhur on the shoulder. He turned around into the boy's fist, as it came crashing into his face.
Skirruk gaped, this time in amazement.
"Um-mah, Gauchel. What did you do?"
Gauchel shrugged, massaging his hand.
"He should know not to call another Illumian illiterate. Especially when they're not."
IC
Woodwing Skirruk clung to her ferret companion, who chittered softly at her in concern. Woodwing Gauchel, who stood beside her, reached down and squeezed her shoulder. It didn't matter that Gauchel was physically her height and close her age, in Skirruk's mind, Gauchel was much older, and reached down to put his hand on her shoulder.
"You shouldn't worry so much, Skirruk. Now they know what you can do, Woodwing Noahlenkhur will be able to teach you." Gauchel smiled, but didn't sound very sure- Woodwing Noahlenkhur was known throughout the cabal for being haughty, quick to judge, and highly selective about his students. Their trainer, Woodwing Nahlehntra had called him a psion. Skirruk didn't know what that meant, but was still nervous about approaching him as they came to his rooms and knocked on the door.
The man that answered was tall and gaunt, almost to the point of emaciation. His receding hair was swept back into a neat ponytail, and his mouth was fixed in a permanent sneer. He looked down at the two young Illumians, and the sneer curled upwards into a strange, almost mocking smile.
"Good morning. I take it you are Woodwing Skirruk?"
Skirruk nodded, and forced herself to take a step forward and presented her hand to him with all the gravity an eight year old could summon.
"Yes, Woodwing Noahlenkhur, thank you for seein' me."
The older Illumian ignored her hand, and looked at Gauchel.
"You can go."
His hand tightened on Skirruk's shoulder.
"Woodwing Nahlehntra told me to stay with Woodwing Skirruk. In case she has an episode."
Noahlenkhur's nostrils flared, and from the workshop, his raven croaked with what sounded a lot like irritation, but he didn't argue- no one argued with the Training Mistress when it came to the care of her young ones.
"Very well. Now, little girl, what studies have you undertaken?"
Skirruk's brow furrowed.
"Studies?"
"Yes, child. What preparations for the psionic studies have you undergone? Do you know how to meditate? Woodwing Nahlehntra mentioned that you have manifested powers- show me what you can do."
Skirruk fidgeted. He was saying a lot of words she didn't understand.
"I got tol' I wasn't allowed to put my brain into other people's brains anymore, because it makes Woodwing Leasha ver' upset when I do that, so i'm not allowed to unless they deserve it."
"So, some form of Telepathy, then. What else can you do?"
"I... can't do anything else. Should I be able to?"
"Yes, you should. Perhaps you suffered more severe brain damage than we expected."
Skirruk felt Gauchel tense, and she clutched her ferret closer to her. Noahlenkhur raised his eyebrow.
"What on earth is that filthy thing?"
"He is my feerot!" Smiled Skirruk. She knew the answer to this one. "His name is Faroot! An' I cleaned him good. He jus' got away."
"A... what? Child, surely you mean a ferret."
"That's wha' I said! I am espanding the use of the word!"
Noahlenkhur waved his hand in an irritated fashion, and looked at Gauchel.
"I tire of this. Boy, tell Woodwing Nahlehntra to ask the Peacock to handle her. I have no time to train feckless, illiterate timewasters who have no inclination for the fine psionic arts."
Noahlenkhur sniffed and turned to walk away. Skirruk gaped at him, vision going red. Her shock was the only thing that saved him from her initial assault. Gauchel put his hand firmly on her shoulder. It was shaking.
"Skirruk, no! Nahlehntra said no!"
Skirruk bared her teeth at him for a moment, fully considering unleashing her power on her friend, before wilting.
"I don' want Leasha to be angry at me."
"It's alright. He won't be angry at you, dear."
Gauchel stepped forward, and tapped Noahlenkhur on the shoulder. He turned around into the boy's fist, as it came crashing into his face.
Skirruk gaped, this time in amazement.
"Um-mah, Gauchel. What did you do?"
Gauchel shrugged, massaging his hand.
"He should know not to call another Illumian illiterate. Especially when they're not."
