Lectiones Provectae [Talon]

In which Hilana hosts some foreign friends for a meal and a spirited discussion on magic.

The Luxium represents the upper half and primary seat of the Solunarian Capital and one of the dual-cities that comprises Solunarium Proper. Situated between the foot of the volcanic Mount Sorokyn and the wide River Vasta, this above-ground metropolis boasts five thriving districts beneath the shadow of the glorious Palatium Furiarum (The Blazing Palace) from which the Solar Court rules in splendour. This bustling metropolis is by far the most populous region in the realm and, along with its shadowy sister-city the Umbrium, houses upwards of eighty percent of the Solunarian population at any given time. During the reign of a Solar Court, every major government agency in the kingdom is headquartered in the Luxium, with the notable exception of The Silver Sentinels, the covert intelligence agency run by the House of Phaedryn-Sol’Aværys.

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The three cats were all too happy to enjoy relaxing on Aoren and taking whatever treats they could get from him. As big as the dragon-Avialae was... there was a gentleness to him that never failed to surprise her, and she knew that that gentleness was something that made him and Talon such a complementary couple. They could both provide it to the other when it was needed, and they both watered each other so that they could grow together. That, Hilana knew, was the sort of relationship she aspired to have one day. Not necessarily something arranged by her father for his business purposes, though thankfully she had gotten out of that thanks to Raithen's interest in her...

As the silver-haired Prince answered her question, Hilana's note-taking continued at a rapid pace as the young woman nodded along thoughtfully. Domina Clelia had told her that transmuting living things was a theory to discuss at a much later date - one had to walk before they could run, and she was toddling at best. But Talon had no such qualms with explaining, and this was all good information to have. He made a lot of points that were important to consider with such a particular subject, and none of them were superficial. She made a few extra notes to keep in mind and come back to when the opportunity presented itself after the day's lesson on Semblance - because she didn't want to get too far off of that subject, either.

She watched his demonstration, all the while with the gold flecks of dust reflected in her enormous brown eyes. She was glad that she had gotten the theory behind the Echo right, at least. The amount of information one could get just from being in a place and observing, especially if there were no wards against it, made for some food for thought. It brought a whole level of respect to those that used it to piece together people and places the way the Sentinels did. An astute observer could draw intelligent conclusions from those clues provided. Where there was smoke, there was fire, and long after that smoke had cleared... one could find the flames again if they only knew how to look. And that could surely include the body, if one focused enough. "So in observing a person's aura, you could observe the echo and find out when a bone broke, for example, and how it was treated previously?"

She could understand what he was saying about using it to read the environment around them, and she found his use of the word 'footnote' to be interesting. Her head tilted slightly. "When you said footnotes left by a person, place, or thing... I understand that it is possible with Semblance to not only observe your own aura and make it seem different to another practitioner... so that one can make themselves seem less interesting and unimportant, for example, if they wanted to be left alone..." Khyan had explained that to her once long ago, and she hadn't forgotten it. "But is a Sembler capable of making a change the aura of something or someone else? To leave a deliberate note there for someone to come back to at a later time? Or a change in how another Sembler might perceive something of the aura had something changed?" That might relate back to their earlier discussion on Alchemy and aether as a library, but the girl was indeed curious.


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Talon nodded. His gaze went briefly to his husband who was the picture of content as he cuddled and doted on the cats that seemed to be as fascinated with him as he was with them. The winter of Talon’s mercurial silver eyes softened at the sight. He returned his attention to Hilana. Holding the tea cup in both hands, Talon thumbed the side of it in thought.

Semblance alone cannot tell you when something happened. However, the more recent an event, the stronger an impression it tends to make. A bone that has healed recently will have the echo of its fracture become more apparent than one that took place further in the past.” To the second part of her question, Talon shook his head.

Once more, Semblance alone will not tell you how something transpired. It will merely allow you to study the information that is presently in front of you. The key is in determining how the information you find is connected. Do you find traces of herbal poultices? That might suggest the bone was healed through natural methods. Do you find traces of the ghostly chill of ichor? This would suggest that the bone received the attention of a necromancer.” He took another sip of his tea then slowly lowered the cup to the table. He thought a demonstration would assist Hilana in understanding how Semblance could be utilized in deducing the connections between things that happened versus things that were immediately happening in the present moment.

Talon rolled up one of his sleeves, exposing his right arm. Strong muscles flexed easily with his movements as he extended his arm to Hilana. From the base of his deltoid to the back of his hand, the arm was covered in a spiraling pattern that had a silver-white sheen. To the touch, the markings were several degrees warmer than the skin around them. Interwoven with these spiraling marks were some of the runes that Talon wielded. Tapping into the power of his Semblance, Talon pulled the deepest layers of his own aura tightly into himself so that only the most superficial and outer layers would be available. He did this to spare Hilana from the dangers that came with examining a demigod’s aura.

I want you to look carefully at my aura. Only the first few layers, mind you. You will notice something of an edge to the deeper reaches of my aura. Do not go past it or you will blind yourself, possibly worse.” He recalled quite clearly the last time a sembler had looked at his aura unprepared while in Solunarium. The near shattering of a grandmaster sembler’s mind had been the result. While he had been told they were recovering, he had no doubt it had been an arduous process.

The Imperium employed very powerful magic to bind me when I was their prisoner.” He saw Aoren’s head jerk up. His lover’s eyes burned hotly for a moment before zeroing in on him with razor sharp focus.

See if you can find the echo of the glyphs they carved.” Talon said all of this with a calm expression. In his heart, he felt Aoren draw closer across the Bond. More than closer, it felt as though Aoren were physically wrapping himself around the entirety of his body. Talon had to give his husband a gentle mental nudge to winnow down their connection just a bit so as not to confuse Hilana’s reading. Aoren obliged but remained on the peripheral. Like the warmth of the rising sun, he could feel Aoren’s fire dancing on the edge of his thoughts, ready to nourish and support as Talon focused on manipulating his own aura carefully so that Hilana could read it safely.

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Hearing him break it down left the Vastiana with a lot more respect for those who were able to read the echoes of someone and deduce how and when something had happened - she was getting the feeling that it was not quite so easy for the average practitioner to accomplish. That perhaps what she had witnessed from Princesses Valaera and Cithaera was from decades of honing their craft to perfection. Finding those connections, putting everything together... well, success followed experience. She needed to take the pieces of the puzzle presented to her and sort it out, put them together, and understand how the pieces formed a whole.

Not for the first time, she was glad Talon was so willing to offer these lessons to her - Hilana was not as fast with Semblance as she was with Elementalism, but there was also less urgency to learn it, and she could take her time. But she had no formal tutor, aside from Domina Clelia, and while she supposed she could have asked for one... she did appreciate these times when Talon could cast off the weight of the mantle, crown, and responsibilities he had at home and come and relax here, and be a paedagogus. And she benefited tremendously.

When he extended his arm to her, her head tilted slightly and curious brown eyes roamed over the skin, noting the witchmarks and Runes alike. She was uncertain when he urged her to look at his aura - she knew from Princess Cithaera's warning at Kaladon not to pry into the Symphony of demigods that it had extended to their aura. She had also seen early on when they had rescued Rickter, or Lykos, as they had named him, was awful to even attempt to glance at him with Semblance. If she wasn't careful, just the very edges of it would produce a splitting migraine and that would take a multitude of tea and herbs to calm down. But at the same time, Hilana trusted the silver-haired Avialae to know what she could and couldn't do. If he said it was safe to look a little bit, then he had made it safe for her to inspect him to the limit that he had set. He wasn't out to harm her.

Her inquisitive expression took on a hint of grimness as she looked from his arm to his face, searching it. He had seen her steel herself before, but this was different. Hilana was almost always of never-ending energy and perpetual good cheer - if someone around her was having a hard time, she could usually help them feel a little better and a way to smile. But someone hurting and harming her friends... well. Even if that was in the past, the girl had a memory like a steel trap, and once she had been told something, or had seen something, she usually didn't forget it. Hilana didn't know a whole lot about the Geleran Imperium, but one of the facts she did know was that they had tortured and harmed Talon and Aoren, and she did not Appreciate it. Of course, there was nothing she could actually do about it, but she would remember it, and if the opportunity struck... Maybe she could get Aurin to help her steal the tortoise to stick her thumbs in the eyes of the people there.

"May I?" she reached her hands out, though she would not touch him if he didn't allow it. Aoren was usually quite good with her glomping on him so long as he knew it was her, though Hilana always asked first. Talon could go either way, and while it wasn't necessary for her to touch when she had Semblance, and that was what this lesson was about... The Vastiana was also a medic who sensed with her fingers. If he would allow it, gentle fingertips would touch the sides of his forearm, delicate and feeling for any differences, bumps and ridges that might have already been healed smooth. But old habits were old habits. If he declined, she would respect it, and fold her hands together so as not to give in to that temptation while she was otherwise Sembling.

She blinked, letting her aether thread through the Rune that had been made upon her scalp, hidden beneath her hair. And now that she was Sembling, her eyes changed, a sure giveaway as to the Rune's activity. A kaleidoscope of colours had replaced brown, and Hilana focused on Talon's arm. All around his aura, she felt something big and red and hot, and she knew that that was Aoren. His aura was not as warded as Talon's was, and she could peek at it from time to time, but she knew what he felt like: one extremely protective, fiery-hot red dragon. It was an extra layer to sort through magically, and Hilana knew to take her time, be patient, and not overwork this trail, such as it was. Because at the end of the day... finding this was picking a trail, and if she overworked it, she would lose it.

When there was a little bit of recession from Aoren, Hilana started with examining his arm's physical properties. He had said the glyphs had been carved there, so between that and Echo... her expression intensified. She knew what she was looking for, and that was lingering trauma. And with that was going to be an immense outpouring of pain, anguish, and suffering.

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Talon nodded his permission for Hilana to touch his arm. He did not flinch away from her touch, prepared as he was for the physical contact. His ability to tolerate others touching him came and went. Some days it was acceptable. Most days he only invited a select few into his personal space. Today, Hilana was one of those people.

The trauma of Talon's ordeal with the Imperium would scar him for years to come. There had been nothing gentle or pleasant about the entire thing. As some of the memories resurfaced, Talon fought the urge to shove them away and hide from them. Instead, he did his best to look at them with an air of detachment. Normally, Aoren would have helped him through this process, aided by the mark of Defiance granted to him by the Demigod of Rebellion. He could practically feel Aoren wanting to intervene. His beloved dragon's urge to protect him was on high alert but Aoren refrained from doing more than offering his support on the peripheral of Talon's mind.

It would not take long for Hilana to find the echoes of those monstrous carvings. Meticulous and bloody, they had been etched into Talon's skin twice a day, carving through flesh with instruments sharpened to surgical precision. The echo of them reached all the way down to his bones. Ghoulish and angry things, the echo of them reeked of pain, suffering, anguish and were tainted with a sickening sense of torturous binding. Whoever had carved the markings into him had enjoyed inflicting the pain they caused.

Every day. Twice a day. At sunrise and sunset. The magisters of the Imperium would shackle me with a set of chains recovered from very ancient times. The entire room was so heavily warded that it was difficult for me to even think clearly. I am told that the wards had to be reinforced every day because my mere presence burned through them.” A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips. It was not a happy smile. It was a smile of grim satisfaction that despite having been bound and captured, it had been a costly feat. And this had been before Talon had come fully into his power as a demigod.

Semblance can enable you to do more than just see. Though I would not advise attempting to explore the echo of my imprisonment with your other senses.” Talon kept a careful watch on Hilana's aura with his own Semblance, eyeing her aether pathways meticulously to watch for any sign of strain or distress.

Semblance acts as a proxy for the senses. Most just construe this to mean their sight. However, through Semblance you can smell, taste, feel, and sometimes even hear representations of what you are observing.” Gently, Talon pulled the echoes of his trauma away from the surface of his aura. He diffused his aura and simply let it sit quietly concentrating only on making it observable to Hilana. He meditated on feelings of tranquility, reflecting on the contentment he felt in the act of teaching, being in the presence of his beloved dragon and sharing his knowledge with a friend.

See if you can explore the emotions I am feeling right now with more than just your sight.

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The Vastiana had to be careful and precise with this Sembling. It might be one thing to try Aoren, who, while a dragon, was certainly not a divine being. But it was another altogether to try on a Demigod, even though he had dampened his own aura so that it wouldn't take her to the brink of insanity or past it. Only the first few layers, he had said. Hilana took her time Sembling Talon's aura, and the touch of her fingers on his arm were ghost-light, but she could see through her fingers as she sought to find those glyphs that had been carved in and scarred in. Sharpness, layers of flesh being cut and carved, iron in her mouth and nose. Blood. She felt it under her fingers. Silence that rang in her ears.

There was little doubt that she had found them, though, because as she did, the young woman took a suddenly sharp intake of breath, and she lifted her fingers from his skin rather than dig her smoothly-rounded nails into him. And in that moment, despite the brilliant array of colours that had taken over her eyes, she looked and felt like a hurricane made human - Hilana was livid. Thunder and lightning and howling winds raged within her skin and veins, though she made not a sound. Neither of them had ever seen her angry before - her usual good humour and enthusiastic temperament sometimes faded to solemnity, but anger? Few had seen it from her now that she was out of her teenager years. Kaleidoscopic eyes flashed, her lips thinned, her knuckles went white underneath dusky skin. Her shoulders hitched, her chest tightened, and usually fluid limbs were taut with an energy that was far different than what she usually carried herself with. Her maternal grandmother had told her on more than one occasion that she was a hurricane of a girl, and she needed to be careful that she didn't drown in her own storm.

That was part and parcel of being born in one.

"Vastii erupt so Sorokyn needn't, Vastii erupt so Sorokyn needn't, Vastii erupt so Sorokyn needn't," she repeated the old saying to herself through clenched teeth. She forced herself to relax and calm down - these were older wounds, they hadn't happened recently, and her rage did not have the right outlet. There was no one to direct it at, and that meant it needed to be dispersed. Risdra looked across the table at her from Aoren's lap, letting out a loud meow. Normally her snakes would be the ones to dispense slither therapy, especially since Aoren had been feeding them goodies, but the big queen that had spent her life with the Vastiana since she was a kitten. The two of them had grown up together, and she left the large redhead with a gentle butt of her head and came under the table to leap into Hilana's lap. The extra weight brought Hilana's hands down to her, and spreading through the silky soft fur while she breathed. Her chest rose and fell. She was protective of her friends, and cared deeply for them - she hated that they had experienced what they had, that they had been tortured by self-righteous gods-cursed bastards across the water...

But she found her calmness again.

"I'm sorry," she apologized for her flash of temper. But if she ever got her hands on the ones responsible, she would make their own suffering last as long as she could keep them captive and alive, dedicating it to Midnight's Mother. That was a grim, nasty promise she made to herself, but it was one she would file away for later. There were endless amounts of ways to make people suffer, and she was certain that they, unlike Talon, would be so quiet if she took a scalpel to them. Vivisection of a nerve until it was raw... She might be largely ambivalent about committing suffering to people unless they deserved it, and she always did everything to the utmost of her ability to ensure her patients did not suffer, but those who earned it... She could be really creative when she wanted to be, and her anatomy lessons with her Great-Aunt had been decidedly thorough. "And I am sorry for what you went through. I know it was hard to share that with me... but thank you for doing so. I know that that is an intensely private experience... but you survived it. You are whole. You are stronger now than you were then. Trauma teaches us things we'd rather not learn... but we can come out the other side of it, hardened. Iron sharpens iron." Tough times don't last, but tough people do.

"I could taste it," she admitted. "Blood in my mouth and nose. Scalpel on flesh, layer through layer. You were silent throughout.... there was no sound." One hand remained on Risdra, the other hand reached for her hibiscus tea and she took a sip of it. The taste had already left her mouth, but it didn't hurt to refresh herself before starting on this new task. Her focus returned to the demigod who sat across from her at her kitchen table, and she tilted her head slightly. More than just her vision... She didn't need to touch, not this time, this was something less physical. She studied his aura for his emotions, quiet. Peaceful... from that, came contentment, and then there was love. Love of Aoren, she was sure. "Calm... content. Peaceful. Loving," her smile brightened a bit. "Petrichor," she seemed pleased with that, taking a deep breath. "That nice scent that comes from the earth after rain. That's what your contentment smells like to me. I smell the rain, and I... I think I might be hearing it. But it's not harsh and pouring, just a steady drizzle of drops on leaves." That may have been an odd connection, but then again, Hilana was an odd girl. The apartment was full of plants, and plants, for the most part, loved water. Sure, some of her succulents and cacti thrived without it, but for the most part, plants needed rain, and the scent that came from the elemental cycle was one that was renewal, and it was hope.

"Your aura tastes a bit like cinnamon, though," she admitted. "And vanilla. I don't think that's from the tea you have, but it's a lovely, warming taste, especially with a bit of cardamom and ginger..." She would have to turn that into a tea for him next time he was here. She blinked away her Sembling sight, looking at the two of them properly once more. Diya and Zahra were also trying to make sure that Aoren was calm, too, the fluffy green cats both on his lap now that Risdra was settled against Hilana.


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Talon gave her a moment to collect herself. It was a moment that he could take to quietly compose himself. Revisiting the dark corridors of his imprisonment was never a pleasant experience, even with the bridge of time that had been built between himself and that ordeal. It was hard to believe that it had only been two years ago. The events that followed the experience felt like another lifetime. His days had been filled with no shortage of activities. From the rebuilding of the knighthood, the diplomatic challenges of calming tension in his homeland, the rift of Zaichaer, and all manner of things, it all felt like another era entirely.

I was angry.” Talon reflected softly. “So angry. I begged my father for an answer. Why, after so many millennia, why was I allowed to suffer so greatly? Why were the ones I loved allowed to suffer so greatly?

His eyes immediately darted to Aoren. The man pressed a kiss to the top of the head of the cat in his lap before gently dislodging the feline. Aoren rose to his feet and in short order was standing behind Talon. The dragon placed his hands upon Talon’s shoulders, squeezing them in support. He leaned down, kissing the top of Talon’s head causing Talon to close his eyes simply basking in the warmth of his partner’s presence.

I still do not quite have the answer I wanted. Perhaps with time.” He understood to some degree why Eikaen had to be so far removed. The Dragon King helped form the very foundations of creation and it was by his will alone that the entirety of the universe did not collapse back into the Aetherium. The god in him knew the enormity of divine responsibility. The mortal in him however, still longed for a father if only because he had known the love of his mortal father.

As Hilana described what she had experienced, Talon did not need to affirm it. He had lived it. When she described him in his state of contentment however, that made him laugh softly.

I will have to keep that in mind. Petrichor.” His mind was filled vividly with the sound of falling rain and the smell of damp earth in the Wildking’s Forge. The great forest was always a pleasant place to be when it rained. At least for an Avialae who did not feel the cold.

I think that is enough Sembling for today, beloved.” Aoren ran a hand through Talon’s hair, a kind smile on his face. Talon could feel his husband’s protective instincts on high alert. He grabbed Aoren’s hand bringing the back of it to his lips before nodding.

We best not make the dragon angry.” He teased. Aoren’s response was to emit a very not-mortal growl, his features adopting draconic scales and his eyes becoming reptilian for a moment. His appearance reverted back to normal shortly thereafter.

How’s about a stroll to the market? I have heard there is this delicious bread only found in Solunarium and I am dying to try it!” Aoren grinned. All Talon could do was roll his eyes and smile fondly. They both looked to Hilana to see if she would join them.

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She nodded solemnly at Talon's words. She wasn't about to rebuke suffering, it was a cardinal tenet of Midnight's Mother. But pain was a teacher, as awful as it was, and some of life's greatest lessons came from it. 'Trial by fire might burn, but the scars are neat reminders.' She didn't need to say it - it would be of no help or comfort to her friend - but she remembered. Hilana may not have suffered the way he had, but every Solunarian learned, one way or another, that there were certain lessons that only came from pain.

She nodded when he laughed. His contentment was a a comforting feeling, and earthy and wet and fresh and clean. Simple and clean. It was a good scent to her, and it was special. She didn't experience it in Solunarium otherwise; this was simply not the ecology for it. Storms anywhere not on the coast were rare, except perhaps for wind and sandstorms, and those harsh blowouts were simply not the same.

"No, we don't want to anger dragons. For we are crunchy and taste good with harissa and hummus," Hilana was quite serious at that, her eyes enormous to help make the joke. While she might have shared such a jest here, it was not one she would have made around the members of House Sol'Zalkyrion.

"Gratias for the lessons. I know that some of it was hard, and it was deeply private and personal, but thank you for sharing it with me," Hilana smiled at Talon, her hands still resting on Risdra before she gently guided the big queen to the floor. "I will keep studying, and be ready for more next time. Do you have a homework assignment for me?" Since Aoren was in the mood for bread, Hilana put the remaining spreads and meats and cheeses that needed to go back in the icebox away, and the rest the cats likely wouldn't bother with.

"We can go to the market. I will come, I don't want those vultures taking advantage of you Peregrini," she laughed at that. It might seem funny to imagine human merchants might try to do so, but, well... she knew how merchants were. Her father was one of them, and he could sell sea water to a Neptori in the middle of the Crystal Sea. She knew how they were. "Oh, by the by... when Finn took me to the Plane of Light, there were these white cats with wings there. Would you mind terribly if I tried to bring a kitten home?" She wasn't sure if it would be crossing some sort of line, since it was sort of Arcas' elemental realm, but those winged cats had piqued her attention when she had seen one at the distance with Finn.


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Talon laughed at Hilana's mock terrified expression. In the comfort brought between friends and loved ones, it was easy to forget that Aoren was an ancient dragon. He, himself, had been made to forget that about himself and there was much that he still did not discuss about his far flung past. Talon did not press him but trusted that his husband would divulge more of the pieces of himself as time passed and it did not still feel so new to them both.

You are always welcome, Hilana. I want you to practice the techniques of anticipation next. Observing the flow of aether in animals or persons to see how it shifts, bends and sways as their attention shifts. Semblance cannot predict the far future but it can lend insight into what is immediately ahead of you by observing how things around you change in response to stimuli.” Talon rose to his feet, joined by Aoren. The two of them helped Hilana put away the remaining food. Talon assisted her in placing them in the icebox, Aoren “helped" by scarfing down some then putting away the rest.

Honestly, I do not know how you do not get fat with how much you eat.” Talon teased his husband. Aoren smiled.

Dragon's don't get fat. We just get bigger.” He winked as he shoved the last bit of meats and spreads in his hand into his mouth. He swallowed then tugged Talon over to him giving him a possessive kiss. Talon, for his part, only blushed a little. He cleared his throat and glanced at Hilana then back to Aoren with a look that said, later. As Aoren stepped away with a laugh, Talon moved nearer to Hilana.

Thank you.” He bowed his head to her. “I cannot tell you how much it means to me to see him so at peace. Peace enough to smile, to laugh, to be silly. Peace that you have given us.

He kept his eyes on Aoren, watching as the man doted on the cats as they went to their preferred perches. When he heard Hilana's request, he blinked at her.

A sunsaber cub? If you choose to pursue one, I recommend befriending a colony of them first. The sunsabers have been known to entrust a cub to those they consider safe and trustworthy. Much like the Icewings, they are not creatures to be tamed but to be respected.” He thought to himself, his awareness passing over the many regions of the Plane of Light. His eyes shone with a golden tint at the edges for just a moment before he returned fully to what was in front of him. He brought up a hand and between his fingers created a mote of light that he extended to Hilana.

When next you visit the plane, let this guide your way. It will take you to a place where some of them gather. A warning though, they are beautiful but they are dangerous. Approach them with caution.” Aoren joined them then, a soft smile on his face.

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She nodded happily at the homework assignment - that was a good skill to practice, and she had no shortage of opportunities to practice it. Between three cats, dozens of snakes, a tegu, her camel, the people that were in and out and around... she was spoiled for choice. A note was made in her newest Semblance notebook about it, and they could very well bet that Hilana would work at that technique until she had it down pat and was ready for the next step that came from her paedagogus. The young woman was definitely able to focus when she worked on it.

The Vastiana always enjoyed the banter between the two spouses, and now was no different. She just grinned rather wickedly at Aoren's comment about dragons getting bigger, especially considering what he had said earlier. Hilana was no prude; if the two of them had been of a mind for it she would have quite happily had a go with both of them. But such as it was, that was highly unlikely to ever happen, and that was okay, too.

At Talon's solemn words, she bowed her head to him in turn, smiling up at the silver-haired Avialae. Had it been someone else, she might well have squeezed his hand or given him a hug, but she knew that touch was off-limits unless it was asked for, and he might well have had his limits of that with her today. "You are always welcome here. I am glad, truly, that we met, and gladder still that we have become friends. Thank you for trusting me and sharing with me."

She nodded at his words, and when he made her the mote, her eyes were absolutely enormous. The little mote of light reflected in her big brown eyes, and Hilana focused her aether to make a spherical lodestone around the mote, looking at it in her hands and the way the light refracted. "Gratias. I will. A few processed pigs, I think, in the featherlight satchel..." And that, of course, was Hilana to a tee. 'Be careful' was 'be prepared', and she had no qualms whatever bribing animals of all kinds. "Let's go. We need to get Aoren the breadbasket of his dreams." She grinned up at them, and she would lead the way to he favourite shops.


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Name: Hilana Chenzira

XP: 10 Points, may be used for Semblance
Injuries/Ailments: None
Loot: Mote of Light

Name: Talon

XP: 10 Points, may be used for Semblance or Masquerade
Injuries/Ailments: None
Loot: The Breadbasket of Aoren's Dreams


Notes: This was a very informative thread, and fun practice for both of them. I really do enjoy how you approach Semblance, Talon! And now Hilana needs to go chase the Sunsabers...

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