Fen Arada:
Fen looks around at the various methods and is rather non-plussed. He walks at mosey over to the ladder of feathers and climbs at his own pace. Reaching the top he turns and sits on the ledge looking outward. He looks out as far as he can and see and waits.
In his own good time, he rises and turns, Fen walks in toward the gathering square ignoring the herders and their attentions.
As Fen looks out over the horizon, he sees something curious. At a goodly distance from Nemballick, he sees another sudden slump of drit, another pit form, and from within a slim, tentacled, wormlike creature nearly the size of an aneen rise into the air from it. It wriggles and writhes in the air, a swirl of drit-clods and possibly other things orbiting it, before it suddenly dives back below and vanishes. Then all is quiet and calm again.
Eleisai:
GM:
Keelah urges Eleisai, Sukkah, and the herders up first - they can sit in the slings, which are more like cocoons, which then rapidly ascend.
Eleisai gratefully rests a bit, catching her breath after her painful encounter with the creature. The physical pain had been extremely unpleasant, true... but the emotional pain had taken quite a toll on the Empath as well. The intensity of the creature's hate and hunger had been most unsettling. She prays silently for a moment while waiting for the sling, and feels a peace flowing through her soul.
As the others settle in and the sling ascends, she looks at Sukkah and the herders.
"'Peace be unto you.' I am Eleisai. I know that you are Sukkah. What are your names, my dears?"
After introductions, she asks Sukkah how she is feeling, and also encourages them to tell her about their home as various things come into view...
"
I'm Kimmah, and that's Ivvrah, Seetah, and Nimmah!" says the boldest youngling, a boy perhaps fourteen years of age with crimson skin and a powerful build.
"
Kimmah doesn't know how to be quiet," Sukkah says, rubbing her head a little. "
I'm feather-sky fine, just got a noggin," she adds with a little wince. "
You're a good lady, Sovereign One Eleisai... Were we flying?"
After Eleisai answers, the children are quick to answer their visitor's questions about Nembellick.
"
This is the West Nem, and it's been the West Nem for all my life, but my pater said that when I was born this was the East Nem, so really we're supposed to call this one Bel and the other one Ellick, but sometimes we call the other one just 'Lick'." This brings a chorus of giggles from the herders. "
My mater and muth are scale-workers, and they make books and things that the traders like. Pater and path are feather-harvesters, Ivvrah's muth is a feather-crafter and beastly strong, Seetah's path is a Nem-tender-" Kimmah babbles on, pointing up the long column of the Nem's neck, draped with a corded ladder that seemed to be made from synth and hard feathers. "
Eeevah gets the water to come by speaking to a blue rock, so we don't have to wait for rain anymore, and I'm training with Nimmah's mater to be an Undersling shooter when I'm too old to be a herder, except I'll be better and won't miss because I'll know about those underground things!"
Kimmah prattles on about the relationship, people, and doings of Nemballick with great enthusiasm and many interjections by his peers, eventually drawing Eleisai towards the market where an older man at a table is selling some freshly-baked, sweet-smelling pastry in a stunning shade of sky blue. He pressed one on her in thanks, and if she eats it, finds it tastes of sweet fruit and flowery breezes.
Eris:
Nodding to Erin to remain with the aneen and dossi, awaiting Fakeen, Eris rides up in the slings to the topmost level of the settlement, finding their way slowly to the gathering square. Content for Eleisai to mother the townsfolk out of their shock, they instead let their gaze range over the settlement and the placement of the other Walkers. Despite the creature's retreat, it may simply be biding time before returning in strength
While Eleisai is met by the children, Eris is met by the rest of the elders of Nembellick. Keellah, the sharpshooter who met you below, waves at them, speaks briefly, and retreats back down to the Undersling. The three elders, a brown-haired plump woman with a motherly air about her, one arm wrapped in black, a rail-thin man all in pale blue with shockingly long yellow hair, one leg wrapped in black, and a sturdy woman of advanced years with her hair hidden by a white scarf, clad in pale robes that shimmer through a thousand different colors, her left eye covered by a black eyepatch. It is the last who speaks first.
"
My thanks to you again for what you did for our younglings. This is the Elder Council of Bel, and I am Yeevah, our Aeon Priest is Jarsh, our Mother is Dummalah. You have done us a great kindness. Have you ever seen such a thing before in your travels? You seem like a person who has had a wide experience with the world."
Cube:
Taking the cargo elevator as far as the first floor of sturdy cloth Cube finds a place in among the similarly shaped boxes and seems perfectly comfortable to wait there while the others climb ladders or swing from ropes.
Fakeen comes up after perhaps an hour, silver hair shining, crystal hand glinting in the sun. She's met by Keelah, the older sharpshooter who's come back to the Undersling to oversee the unpacking of the caravan. The bundles of red wool are stowed carefully, some up against other storage bales. Cube can find some nice, squarish packages of dossi scales and books to settle against. After Fakeen directs her drovers to settle her goods, she turns to Cube.
"
Aye there Cube, what was that thing you fought looking like? I'd like to know what could be nibbling on my aneen. Mayhaps I've seen it before," she asks.
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