Upon a Sea of Flame Part Nine
Seventh Day of the Fifth Month 293 AC
Keeping Baella company on her wanderings had obviously not been what the quintet of fire elementals had their hearts set upon. Of wrath they were born, and from the careless cruelty of the Efreeti compelled into being. In the end they agree to the plan, for beauty and creation is also in the nature of fire, and her song shall ever be a part of them just as rage at their former masters will be. For her part, the gentle traveler welcomes them with joy, but also with a measure of surprise. She had not even considered the notion of crafting for herself companions. She had simply sensed the need of those who had been wronged and sang to aid them upon their path.
Throughout the whole discussion, Tyene and Dany have been discretely contributing to help the newly-ascended spirits upon a path that would hopefully see them thrive, Ser Richard had settled into cleaning his arms and armor once it becomes clear there is no immediate danger, but Waymar seems unusually pensive.
"Dragon for your thoughts?" you offer.
"I prefer Cloud," he quips back. The smile slowly slips from his lips as the hot wind whistles by. "How can we possibly come back from this?"
"Well, Tyene knows this spell, and I can cheat," you try to retain the air of levity.
He shakes his head. "I mean how do we return to ordinary lives... a keep, a fief to rule over, a family under the sun?"
"Well, I have not started on the latter yet, and I probably shan't for a good long while with the way things are going, but if you want some land to rule over and advice on how you might go about it I'm more than happy to help."
"Do you mean go through the tasks of lordship like a whirlwind through a field of wheat, for a handful of days out of every moon-turn and then spend the rest on deeds of legend?" Though he smiles, it has an edge of wistfulness to it. "The world, our world, seems so
small looking back. Father worries about Lord Arryn discovering his true allegiance, while we contend with beings that could sweep knights and levies from the field like chaff. Among the foes we have faced are would-be gods and true ones. I wonder if I'll ever want to just go home and stay there, if home is even truly
there outside memory..."
"I think home is not a place you discover, or rediscover as the case may be," you say after a few moments pondering his words. "It's not some perfect painting nor days sealed in a jar. Home is what we make it and the people we choose to build it besides. If the world we were born into seems small against the vastness of existence then is it not our place to make it more important? You saw the merchants in the Opaline Vault, a city whose wealth would make Tywin Lannister seem a pauper. Yet how readily they grasped at wine from Dorne, jewels cut in Tyrosh, fabrics woven in the Deep, or woodwork crafted in the Vale. We have much that they desire, and it is something to be wary of certainly, but also cause to be proud as we look to the morrow, not mourning yesterday's ignorance."
He nods slowly, thinking things through, then amusement over some thought glints in his eye. At your curious look he explains: "I recalled something I wished for as a young child, some impossibly steep mountain fortress, commanding all it surveys, where only winged steeds could tread. Robar 'helpfully' pointed out I was wishing to be the Winged Knight, whose tale I had but recently heard. He was right of course, but I still want a fortress in the mountains somewhere..."
"Mountains there are aplenty my friend, and fortresses can be built," you assure him.
Mere minutes after the conversation ends a familiar rough voice calls in your mind:
"It's time. Better hurry, my wizard says the omens show the devils are calling in help. Probably got wind that there's a raid coming."
What do you do?
[] Rest first and restore your spells, better to face a stronger foe prepared yourself
[] Strike at once
[] Try to scout the target first before deciding
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OOC: A somewhat more contemplative part as a intermission amidst all the action.