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Chasing Twisters In The Canyon

Pyralis escorted her brother northward. Their family was spreading out, taking in the packs around them and honing in on a target. She had not yet decided if she would leave Auster to look about or not as she'd just returned to the canyon from a great stint of wandering and was looking forward to a bit of time with her kids before the takeover began. The moved through the aspen forest toward the dam where Pyralis had killed a beaver. She grinned. "You know, I met a few star spirits the last time I was here. One of them was a pretty little thing but she was defective and couldn't speak in any form. I wonder if she was a mortal who traded her voice for a fancy pelt. It's hard to tell any more these days it seems." She turned to her brother, drinking deeply of the warm summer air of Auster knowing all the while that winter was moving its way through Boreas.

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Amon walked at his sister's side, making their way with good time through Auster's lands. It was good, natural even, to be ranging at her side once again. It reminded him of their younger days in their homeland, when their responsibilities had been fewer. Well, in his case anyways. He imaged for Pyralis it must be more or less the same. He shook his head at the woman in silent amusement, listening as she spoke of spirits she had met here before. It was a point of some contention that she seemed to stumble across them at every turn, and Amon saw hardly any at all. Still, he was not jealous. That would be ridiculous. "Yes, I won't pretend to understand the magics of this land. The spirits seem mercurial, to say the least." He had seen mutations and plague, as well as glory and brilliance. It seemed with an abundance of one came an abundance of another. "Of course, I've never see the use of any true powers either. Those would be the creatures to fear," he remarked grimly, thinking on what might happen should that day come to pass. "Talk" "You" Think

Chasing Twisters In The Canyon

Pyralis wove her way through the aspen trees. She hadn't had much time to explore the last time she was here for she'd run right into those spirits so now she was glad to take the opportunity to explore this place. She loved the grove of aspens and the sound of the breeze through their leaves. She nodded absently at her brothers words. "Yes, it is strange… I'm certainly not the most amiable of creatures but none have deemed to curse me yet." She reached out and scratched lightly at the bark of a nearby aspen tree. "Amon… this is going to sound crazy… but what do you think happens when we die? When these mortal forms have used up their worth?" She'd heard various stories but never really given it much thought. Now that the conquest was upon them she found herself suddenly wondering.

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Amon nodded, listening to Pyralis speak as he picked his way among the stands of aspen and debris littered along the water's edge. He wondered if spirits were even capable of expressing their true power in this realm, any more than they were. He had been taught that their ancestors wielded the very power of creation itself, but had lost it in the Falling. "Well, once they express something worth fearing, I will accord that to them. Until then, they at least serve more use as stock than the mortals." He sent his sister a sly, sideways glance. She was the only bit of proof that it was possible, after all. "As for our own mortality, I am certain we will return to whatever land our God resides in as well. I was promised a place by his side and I intend to claim it. I can only hope to live a life worthy of his notice," he said, his tone holding the familiar edge of pious reverence it took on whenever he spoke of their patron deity. Amon had schooled himself from puphood to live every action with the will of the Fallen God. In his mind, he was little more than an instrument, and that thought in truth gave him a great deal of peace. "Talk" "You" Think

Chasing Twisters In The Canyon

She nodded at his words about the spirits and already her thoughts were drifting on as she came to the river and began to follow it towards where she'd found the dam the last time she'd been here. The gentle flow of the river was soothing to her. Yes she was a creature of crashing waves and dancing fires but even Pyralis, for all her mad wandering, enjoyed little moments of peace and quite. Though it was usually only with her family. She kept her golden eyes focused on the river as Amon talked. Amon was something of a chosen one. He knew he had a place to go when he died but she wasn't so certain. She'd been something of nuisance to their father. She was spirited, undisciplined, unruly, and constantly getting into trouble. Her only saving grace had been her uncanny skill in the arts of battle. Even as a girl she was capable of besting opponents twice her age and experience level and she knew was in these skills and in her abilities to navigate that she was given her worth. Pyralis wish to give voice to her concerns but instead she swallowed them before a mischevious grin and a sly glance at her brother was all the warning he'd get before she dug her heels into the ground and flung her chest toward his side seeking to knock him into the river.

My Cathedral Is The Badlands