Step Into The Unknown

Aurielle listened with interest as Eramaya told her story, glancing to Paladin for recognition of the good night spoken about. There was none, but he had risen quite late the next day that festival night. It was entirely likely he just had no memory, and Legacy, standing before them, was proof that certain activities had occurred.

She could see the hope and bond forming in both pairs of eyes, and as Legacy stepped forward, she listened, regarding the girl’s request with interest. A healer with a good head for navigation. And with the look on Paladin’s face, how could she refuse? She’d be a fool to do so, regardless. Nomads were well-known to Valhalla at least for their elite skill at healing. Paladin had trained with them.

"Ní dhéanfar aon Nomad a iompú riamh ó Valhalla. Tá áthas orm bualadh leat, oidhreacht, col ceathrar. Ós rud é go bhfuil muinín iomlán agam i scil leighis an Nomad, tá fáilte romhat siúl i gciorcal an leighis mar Spark. Cibé an roghnaíonn tú an dara ciorcal atá agatsa, mar atá an rogha meantóir, cé gur féidir liom a thomhas ar féidir leat a roghnú.?"

She glanced aside at her aging cousin with a grin before turning to Eramaya with a nod, shifting to turn away and give the trio some time alone as she offered, "Tá fáilte romhat fanacht tamall sula bhfilleann tú ar do chaibidil."

As the Nomad nodded, Aurielle padded back toward the Hill and her writing.

-exit-

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Labhair an Sean-Teanga." ---- "Hear" ---- Think