Time of Day/Night: Afternoon
Weapons: Will o Wit
Armor: Robe and Wizard Hat
Weapons: Will o Wit
Armor: Robe and Wizard Hat
Injuries: None
Illness: None
Illness: None
46th of Ymiden 719
"What yer know bout ter toof fairy?!" Drostam wheezed as he pointed his wooden sword at Kisaik's nose.
Kisaik sighed, straightening his wizard hat atop his head, and dusting it off, before turning to look up at his red-faced Raskalguard. It'd been not a cycle since the boy had held he and Rabu in his father's cellar, and nearly pitted him against a score of other abducted tunawa that he intended on turning into his action figures or chess pieces, or... something to that effect. They'd buried the hatchet since then, but even now Drostam couldn't put his bullying tendencies behind him. The day may come when someone would have to teach him some manners, lest he bite off more than he could chew, but - Kisaik looked pointedly at the stuffed bear the boy held in his other hand - that day was not today.
"Ah... I've met fairies, but never heard of a - tooth? fairy?" Kisaik placed his wizard hat back on his scalp, and began twirling his beard of lichen. "What is it you're talking about?"
Drostam lowered his wooden blade, and heaved a mighty sigh, "Awwrh c'mon, yer know! Yer one of them that made ter tree in the middle of Yaralon! Yer know where the toof fairy lives!"
He lifted his sword point to point at Kisaik's chin again, to which the tunawa sighed. Humans were so troublesome, children in particular. Well, this one anyway. His sister Sai was much nicer.
"Where did you even hear about this tooth fairy?"
"Father says I need ter go ter the Grove of the First Tree, where all dose little pockets to emmyland are?"
"Emmyland?... Do you mean Emea."
"Loik I said! Emmyland! Dreamland! Where I can fall asleep so I can train even while sleeping!"
"Train while sleeping..." Kisaik's mind raced at the idea, if it were true, that'd indeed be an invaluable resource. But there were probably dangers involved, right?
"Yer gonner take me ter deh First Tree. We find the Toof Fairy's lair, and we fall asleep, leave teef, and get a well and become looosid." He grinned his front-toothlesss grin at Kisaik then.
"I have an interesting proposition for you, Drostam!" Kisaik brightened up, thinking he could help both he and his Raskalguard. "Why don't I seek out the grove of the First Tree, and find this Tooth Fairy's lair, and then I'll bring you back the well you seek, so you can safely sleep beside it and become - er - lucid?" Kisaik scratched his head. This dream magic business was somewhat new to him, although he understood that Rabu himself was a dreamwalker, with the ability to become selfaware during dreams and exert his will over the dream. It might be a useful skill, he had to admit.
"Argh..." Drostam heaved another sigh, shoving his wooden sword into it's ring on his belt. "Foin. Yew go, here, take my teef. Remember to make sure dat Toof Fairy leaves a well under the pillow, when yer sleep. Aright?"
Kisaik nodded, chuckling silently to himself as the boy turned and walked away. That settled, he put the teeth in his pocket, and forged off toward the First Tree, and the Grove where with Rabu and the other Wardens, he'd given birth to the Tree.
The way to the Tree was a direct path from the Wood-Shaper's Burho. It's proximity, in fact, had often been a point of concern for Kisaik, knowing that many evil lumberjacks were probably slobbering at the chance to cut a bough from the great First Tree. However, there were places for them to grow their trees, in the Quarter of the Tree Burho where crops could be grown all year round. The trees would grow much faster there, and last longer, have stronger wood. Thanks to the help of Cervantez' diri of persistence.
The journey toward the tree was simple enough to follow, the levels of buildings and houses within Yaralon being squat, and nearly half human height from the ground. Often, the Yari would dig a hole in the ground, then build around it with mudbricks. The resulting design allowed for a good view in all directions for those tall enough, and a sizeable home beneath the ground. The main problem being the rainy seasons, when they came, would fill those basements with mud and some would form quagmires. It was a difficult life for the Yari, but if any people were fit for the challenge, it'd be them.
A few breaks walk saw Kisaik to the Tree, where he swiftly moved through the brush and tangles of vines, trying to find the northeastern portion of the Burho. That was where the grove of Growth was. Kisaik had guided the spirits of the earth to create a grove, where people could safely train and learn in peace, without worrying about fatal encounters in these minifractures. Thus was the boy's misconception about Emea and dreaming formed.
Yet Kisaik was intrigued by his talk of a 'Fairy'. He'd never heard of a tooth fairy, let alone known that human children routinely lost their teeth. Learn something new everyday.
He leapt up over a large boulder, and fell to the other side with a light 'oof'. Bounding across the way, he made for the warrens and small holes in the ground that'd lead to the fractures. Without even realizing it, before long he was in the Grove of Growth. A few more leaps and bounding steps, and he just fell into one of them!
The tunnel wooshed as it carried Kisaik to its destination, depositing him in what looked like a small bedroom. He said small, but the bed was around the right size for him, and in fact the entire construction was suited to a tunawa of his size. A door was 10' or so tall. There were no windows or curtains to be seen, save for those covering the bed.
"Hmmm.. What say you Ataja? Have we fallen into one of your fractures?" Kisaik wondered aloud, to his Diri of Growth.
The diri crawled out from his back, and started using its long vines to feel its way around. In his head, he heard its response, "Not my fracture. I only opened the way to these corruptive wounds into Emea... But yes, you are in one of those that you so wisely requested..."
Kisaik couldn't decide whether Ataja was being sarcastic about the wise comment or else complimentary, so he presumed the latter, for the sake of argument.
"Well... I suppose I should sleep then, and leave the lad's teeth beneath the pillow..."
So saying, he approached the bed, and climbed onto its soft mattress stuffed with soft feathery hay. There, he fluffed the pillow, and then laid his hand down under it, while the bag of teeth he held were slipped beneath.
He must have been dreaming for quite a long time, as it became dark in that room. All sources of light there were dimmed to near pitch black, and Ataja wasn't anywhere to be found. Perhaps she'd left for home? Kisaik yawned, and stretched his arms languidly. As he moved his arms, he felt the absence of the teeth he'd been holding, and in their place several small wells were placed beneath teh bed sheets. There were roughly three of them.
The Tooth Fairy was real!
Amazing! Astonishing! He had to tell Drostam at once! And while he was at it, he ought to get a few more teeth from children around Yaralon. Perhaps he could start a cottage industry, even!
He skipped toward the door, which led him out of the warren he'd fallen into. He flew through the tunnel, and up into the Grove of Growth, back where he started. Without delay, he made for the house where his Raskalguard was living. But not before slipping one or two of those wells into his domain bag.
Afterall, even a knight in his honor and desire to quest on other's behalf, needed a finder's fee.
And finder's fee he did get, as his Raskalgard's father gifted him with several handfuls of macademia nuts, in the shell. Having heard that he wished for those, and perhaps thinking that Kisaik used them as currency, showered them upon the tunawa. Kisaik would have been just as satisfied to receive nel, but took the nuts in good grace, thanking him as he did so.
The boy, Drostam, approached him and pointed his wooden sword, albeit less aggressively with his father there. He said, in a lower voice, "Gimme der wells? Got der wells, from ter toof fairy?"
Kisaik nodded, "Yes, I suppose your teeth are worth a well or two afterall!" He handed the two wells, the boy's share, over.
Drostam grabbed them as soon as he saw them, and then, before leaving got red in the face as if remembering something. He looked to his father, then to Kisaik, "Thank yer." Then he scampered off.
Human children were so strange.
