25th of Saun, 716
Warrick, Rynmere
Avrae was certain Rynmere was his least favorite place in Idalos. Not because he hated the actually place, no. The lovely climate, huge vineyards, beautiful coasts… no, Avrae loved that part. He found Andaris city to be the problem. One day in the place and he’d been pushed down twice, punched once, and threatened over five times. The people of Andaris were not friendly to Aukari, like many cities. He couldn’t even get a room at the inn because another customer got so upset over “an Aukari beast being under the same roof” and paid three times the normal amount as long as the innkeeper didn’t give Avrae a room. The man didn’t have any proof he was an Aukari, but he said “look at that ginger hair! Human or Aukari, I don’t even want to take the risk.” Avrae had been appalled that he had gotten so touchy over red hair, with absolutely no proof. He’d managed to convince a stablemaster to sleep in the stables (since it was raining at the time and Avrae wasn’t about to sleep without a roof over his head), and he’d woken to a pile of horse shit about a foot from his head.
Avrae was used to shitty conditions- literally this time- but it pissed him off none-the-less. After staying that one night in Andaris, he’d bathed in a creek outside the city and had gone on his way to Warrick. You might be wondering why Avrae was in Rynmere, and to tell you the truth, Avrae wasn’t entirely certain himself.
He had been in Sirothelle a season ago, dealing with selling his uncle’s house and belongings. It had actually been nice to be home- to Avrae’s great surprise- and showing his Tunawa companion, Ailluin, his childhood home was rather fun. However, in his time in Sirothelle, he couldn’t stop thinking about the Becomer he had met outside of Ne’haer. Mal. The wolf had let Avrae and Ailluin live with him for some time, and he had divulged his magic to Avrae. While Avrae had to leave and had not been able to stay to learn from Mal, he had bid his new friend an emotional goodbye. Since then, it’d been on his mind.
Avrae wanted to learn to Become. Only, without Mal he had no teacher. But he had asked around- and had heard rumors of a man who lived in Warrick, who was a Becomer. They said he had quite a few totems, that he could change into a number of animals. So Avrae was seeking him out. He knew next to nothing about the man- but how hard could it be to find a man who can turn into an animal?
It hadn’t been easy to leave Ailluin in Sirothelle without him- but he had merely told her he had some business to take care of and he’d be back before the end of Saun to collect her and then they would be going to Ne’haer together. That was hopefully not a lie, but Avrae had no clue how long it’d take to find this guy, much less how long initiation took.
When he reached Warrick, he had no idea where to start- except for the forest. Mal always said that, as a Becomer, he wasn’t at ease in cities. He liked his cave. Avrae could only assume the true would be true of this other Becomer.
He still hadn’t learned to walk quietly, his boots snapping twigs as he walked through the woods that afternoon, eyes peeled for monsters or an animal with a totem. His dagger was in his hand just in case. You never know if they’re friendly Becomers… Maybe he’s the type to maul first, ask questions later. Avrae thought absently as he walked through the woods.
Warrick, Rynmere
Avrae was certain Rynmere was his least favorite place in Idalos. Not because he hated the actually place, no. The lovely climate, huge vineyards, beautiful coasts… no, Avrae loved that part. He found Andaris city to be the problem. One day in the place and he’d been pushed down twice, punched once, and threatened over five times. The people of Andaris were not friendly to Aukari, like many cities. He couldn’t even get a room at the inn because another customer got so upset over “an Aukari beast being under the same roof” and paid three times the normal amount as long as the innkeeper didn’t give Avrae a room. The man didn’t have any proof he was an Aukari, but he said “look at that ginger hair! Human or Aukari, I don’t even want to take the risk.” Avrae had been appalled that he had gotten so touchy over red hair, with absolutely no proof. He’d managed to convince a stablemaster to sleep in the stables (since it was raining at the time and Avrae wasn’t about to sleep without a roof over his head), and he’d woken to a pile of horse shit about a foot from his head.
Avrae was used to shitty conditions- literally this time- but it pissed him off none-the-less. After staying that one night in Andaris, he’d bathed in a creek outside the city and had gone on his way to Warrick. You might be wondering why Avrae was in Rynmere, and to tell you the truth, Avrae wasn’t entirely certain himself.
He had been in Sirothelle a season ago, dealing with selling his uncle’s house and belongings. It had actually been nice to be home- to Avrae’s great surprise- and showing his Tunawa companion, Ailluin, his childhood home was rather fun. However, in his time in Sirothelle, he couldn’t stop thinking about the Becomer he had met outside of Ne’haer. Mal. The wolf had let Avrae and Ailluin live with him for some time, and he had divulged his magic to Avrae. While Avrae had to leave and had not been able to stay to learn from Mal, he had bid his new friend an emotional goodbye. Since then, it’d been on his mind.
Avrae wanted to learn to Become. Only, without Mal he had no teacher. But he had asked around- and had heard rumors of a man who lived in Warrick, who was a Becomer. They said he had quite a few totems, that he could change into a number of animals. So Avrae was seeking him out. He knew next to nothing about the man- but how hard could it be to find a man who can turn into an animal?
It hadn’t been easy to leave Ailluin in Sirothelle without him- but he had merely told her he had some business to take care of and he’d be back before the end of Saun to collect her and then they would be going to Ne’haer together. That was hopefully not a lie, but Avrae had no clue how long it’d take to find this guy, much less how long initiation took.
When he reached Warrick, he had no idea where to start- except for the forest. Mal always said that, as a Becomer, he wasn’t at ease in cities. He liked his cave. Avrae could only assume the true would be true of this other Becomer.
He still hadn’t learned to walk quietly, his boots snapping twigs as he walked through the woods that afternoon, eyes peeled for monsters or an animal with a totem. His dagger was in his hand just in case. You never know if they’re friendly Becomers… Maybe he’s the type to maul first, ask questions later. Avrae thought absently as he walked through the woods.
