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    Seeds of Fate

    Cassiti Calixte
    Cassiti Calixte

    Player 
    Lineage : Pony Link
    Position : None
    Posts : 20
    Guild : Meliora Vitae
    Cosmic Coins : 0
    Dungeon Tokens : 0
    Mentor : Louie
    Experience : 150

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    Post by Cassiti Calixte on 10th September 2020, 5:16 pm

     
      balance
    is not something you find. It is created.  
     
     
     
     
     
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    The country of Minstrel was quite beautiful from what Cassi had seen of it so far. It reminded her very much of home, though with decidedly less ocean surrounding the place. She had yet to find the sea at all, in fact, which made her feel a little claustrophobic. However, the land here was rich with grass and forests, rivers and lakes, and all sorts of wildlife. Even the populated cities, though more densely packed with people than she’d ever been exposed to, had elegantly crafted buildings that vaulted toward the sky and were richly decorated with gold and silver, and masterful sculptures that took the breath away. Their cathedrals were almost as grand as what she’d grown up in on Avalon, and it helped to satiate a bit of the homesickness she was feeling.

    However, she had not come to Earthland to get comfortable or to stay settled in one place. She had only been here for a couple days and had kept herself moving through most of that time as she explored and began to learn about the culture and people. Today was no different, though today she was moving through woodlands more than through any cities, in a general northwestern direction heading toward the coast. She wasn’t walking along any kind of beaten path, and thus there was no one else around her that she could sense outside of the critters that called the woodlands their home, and most of them left her alone, though they did take notice of her. They could sense her spiritual nature and while it gave them no desire to necessarily approach her, it did leave them enough at ease to not feel the need to run away at the sight of her.

    The only exception to that rule was horses. Cassi had a stronger connection with horses than to any other animal, and they almost always approached her when they sensed her nearby. As such, it had been no surprise to her to see a couple dun colored horses emerge from the trees along her route. She smiled as they approached her a bit enthusiastically, trotting right up to her with their somewhat short and stubby legs. They appeared to be actual horses, rather than ponies, but they were much more short and squat than the breeds she was used to. “Habari,” Cassi greeted them in her native Avalonian tongue, still more comfortable speaking her own language than that of the local common on Earthland. “Zawadi nzuri kama nini kutoka kwa Aryennrhod.”

    She reached up and gently stroked the neck of the first mare that approached her, fully thinking that the horses had approached her for a social visit, as most often did. However, it didn’t take long to realize that something was wrong. Their spirits were out of balance, and in very unhorse-like fashion they were nipping gently at her clothing to pull and push her in the direction from which they’d come. A soft frown settled upon her face as she allowed herself to be pushed. “Kuna kitu kibaya?”

    Of course, she would not get any answers as to what was wrong until she got to where they were trying to lead her. Soon enough, she was being pushed into a small clearing where the rest of their herd stood around another horse that was laying on the grass on its side. Even from here, she could sense the creature’s pain. The horses, who appeared to have been looking off into the treeline, turned to look at her almost in unison and a few of them shook their manes as though relieved to see her approach.

    Cassiti moved more swiftly across the grasslands, picking up her pace to a light trot to get to the injured creature a little sooner. The other horses parted to let her pass and soon she was kneeling beside the fallen steed and searching him carefully for injury. Cassi pulled her wide white cowl back from her face, letting it fall over her shoulders along with the rest of her cloak so she could see the beast more clearly. She had dark skin and black hair that was done up in thick braids, with a petite face that complimented her rather small body. The clothes she wore looked more like priestly vestments rather than casual hiking or adventuring attire, in a mixture of white and black with gold accents. She even had gold bands in her hair, and simple gold jewelry on her wrists and ears.

    Whispering soothing words to the creature to keep it calm, she carefully and gently ran her fingers along the horse’s legs and flank, doing her best to find the main source of the pain so she could see about healing it.
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    Dagda
    Dagda

    Richie Rich- Rich- Player 
    Lineage : Warrior's Heart
    Position : None
    Posts : 102
    Guild : Meliora Vitae [GM]
    Cosmic Coins : 0
    Dungeon Tokens : 0
    Age : 35
    Experience : 26,550

    Character Sheet
    First Magic: Leviathan
    Second Magic:
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    Post by Dagda on 12th September 2020, 12:29 pm

    Space Dad
    Dagda
    Just call it an adventure and it ain’t so bad!
    Job: Free Form
    Post Word Count: 1,156
    Job Word Count: 1,949/XXX
    Muse: Daddy/10
    Music: Sway
    Items Used IC/OOC: Item 1, Item 2
    Active Spells: Spell 1 (Duration: x/x)
    Dagda sat in the camp he had made and resided in for a few days, cheek leaning on his fist. His brow was furrowed as dark eyes stared off into the distance, deep in thought. The afternoon was easing into evening around him, with crickets beginning their choruses and birds singing as the sun started into the last leg of its daily route. These Minstrel grasslands were serene, the expansive hills and plains holding grasses of gold and green that waved in the breezes. There seemed to be only land and open sky with forests dotting here and there. Dagda wasn’t used to so much open space, it both fascinated and unnerved him. There was so much nothing out here, and yet, if you looked more closely, there was a whole ecosystem at work. One could feel like both a speck and giant in this landscape depending on what they were looking at. Bugs and birds went about their daily tasks and search for food, while snakes basked in the sun. Deer and wild horses grazed the plentiful grasses. It was beautiful and peaceful.

    Just a few days ago, Dagda had started the journey from Fiore to a city in Minstrel to grab a part needed to repair his newly-owned airship, the S.S. Endeavor. He and his friend Percy had been working hard to repair it, but it had been sitting in a forest in the Phoenix mountains for many years. It was a lot of hard, physically taxing work, but it had to be done. The part he needed was made especially by a mechanic in Minstrel, so while Percy continued his work, Dagda had made the trip to retrieve it.

    Dagda had come across a herd of wild horses on his trip through the grasslands. They were short like ponies but seemed to retain the appearance and mannerisms of horses. Short hair that was a dull gold color coated their bodies, but their manes were a unique mix of cream and black. They reminded him vaguely of the mountain ponies that lived sparsely in his mountainous home. However, unlike those, the Minstrel wild horses didn’t let him get too close. He’d approached one time, but they trotted a safe distance and outposted guards watched him carefully. Dagda decided not to push it, so he stopped and had his lunch while observing them from a distance. They looked like hardy little creatures and provided great entertainment. The herd had a very community-driven system. Occasionally two would get in a spat with hooves and teeth flying, but once one backed down, it was resolved and the herd went back to grazing. Dagda found himself invested in the dynamics of these creatures. There was so much life and fiery spirit among them.

    The final stretch to his destination had been made after reluctantly leaving the herd behind. He’d reached the city, had a lengthy discussion with the mechanic that involved some banter about the price, and eventually gotten the part. It now sat in the bag that rested in the dirt nearby. He was on his way home when he had encountered the herd again. It was clear they recognized him, but continued to keep their distance. The Marmor wasn’t in too much of a hurry, so he decided to stop for the afternoon to watch the horses again. It was then that the peace of the grasslands had been broken.

    The horses had browsed over close to a small rocky outcropping made of sandstone. One of the young adult males had been munching on some green grass that had grown near a spring in the rocks. Others grazed nearby and some lay in the grass below. Among the sandstone, a rattlesnake had been sunbathing. The wild horse had gotten too close without seeing the serpent and paid the price. Lashing out with venomous fangs, it sunk them into the dun flank.

    Dagda had heard the horse’s scream, the shrill sound piercing his ears and sending panic into his heart. The other horses were already charging up to the rocks to help the bitten one, while the foals and some mares fled the area. The titan couldn’t do much to help except use his earthbending to send a rock spire straight through the snake’s neck. It had mostly died, but the other wild horses trampled it into a dusty pulp. When they were sure the snake was dead, they guided the injured horse down the hill and far away from the rocks to the rest of the herd. Dagda had watched on helplessly, his heart pounding. The horses were extra wary now, and despite his efforts, they would not let him near.

    Dagda rubbed the bridge of his nose from his seat in the temporary camp he had made. He’d spent days trying everything he could to help, but there was nothing he could do. Over the days, the bitten horse had started to slow down, hanging his head lethargically while the rest of the herd milled around him in concern. He was fading, and the titan was frustrated at his helplessness.

    While he mulled over his dismal options for the hundredth time, the horses began to stir in the distance. Dagda had been observing their movements through vibrations he could feel in the ground. Normally he wouldn’t have paid it much mind, but he felt a different set of footsteps through the earth: human. Sitting up straight, he peered in the direction of the herd, confusion on his face. Someone else was here, and the horses had let them in.

    Dagda rose and began making his way towards the herd cautiously, trying to keep a low profile in the grasses. As he got closer, he could finally see who was with the horses, and his jaw dropped. It was a young woman walking among them, being welcomed with excitement. She had knelt next to the injured horse, the hood of her ceremonial-looking outfit pulled back. Her skin was a dark, rich brown and her black hair was done in thick braids adorned with golden bands. To the mountainous onlooker, she appeared magical, even holy. Dagda was convinced at once that she was some sort of spirit or goddess.

    The herd seemed to accept her as one of their own, brushing against her and nuzzling with their snouts. As much as he wanted to approach and ask questions, Dagda was more inclined to keep his distance and watch. His concern for the injured creature was greater than his desire for answers. Sitting in the grass, he peered through the stems to observe, feeling like he was about to witness something miraculous. Hopefully the young woman would find some way of healing the horse that he was unable to do. The creature had been in pain the past few days, a fact that made his heart ache. He wanted nothing more than for the horse to be healed.
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    Cassiti Calixte
    Cassiti Calixte

    Player 
    Lineage : Pony Link
    Position : None
    Posts : 20
    Guild : Meliora Vitae
    Cosmic Coins : 0
    Dungeon Tokens : 0
    Mentor : Louie
    Experience : 150

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    Post by Cassiti Calixte on 15th September 2020, 3:50 pm

     
      balance
    is not something you find. It is created.  
     
     
     
     
     
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    It wouldn’t take long for her to find the source of the beast’s pain. On its flank there was a wound that very much resembled a snake bite. The injury had clearly been ailing the horse for a couple days, and while it wasn’t a fatal wound it was obviously painful. The days had allowed the wound to fester a little, increasing the pain to the point where the horse couldn’t even walk or stand, and there was an infection growing there. “Wewe masikini,” Cassi cooed to the animal softly.

    Placing her hands on either side of the wound, she closed her eyes and breathed in deep, calling upon the powers granted to her by her goddess. A mystical green mist began to emanate from her body, where it swayed and rippled like smoke around her, seeping from her hands into the beast’s flesh. The wound began to reverse itself, the infection shriveling away and the injury shrinking until the flesh was whole and unmarred, as though the creature had never been bit in the first place. When she finished, the glow disappeared. She massaged the spot a bit to show the horse that the wound was gone, though it would probably have surmised as much by the fact that the pain had gone away.

    The horse sat up a bit, rolling onto its stomach from its side and turning it’s long neck around to face her. It nipped lightly at her robes and she smiled at it, rubbing her hands affectionately on its face. Cassiti blew gently in its nostrils, letting the small horse take in her scent and giving it a few more rubs before standing back up and coaxing it to do the same. It finally stood back up, testing its leg to find it whole once more. The horse snorted in gratitude and shook its head a bit, causing its mane to toss this way and that over its neck.

    By this point, now that the stress was over and the matter had been resolved, most of the horses elected to congregate around Cassiti to smell her and try to play with her clothing. At first she was content to give them attention, but then she sensed something nearby. Or rather, someone. She looked in the direction that some of the horses were still eying. Standing there was an extremely tall man with pale skin, dark hair, and an extremely muscular build. Cassiti realized she’d been so focused on healing the horse that she hadn’t noticed the man watching. How long had he been standing there?

    Immediately, she looked a little nervous. Cassiti was easily intimidated by most men to begin with, having had next to no exposure to them her whole life, and this guy was almost twice as big as any she’d run into so far. Without taking her green eyes off of him, she slipped a hand under the previously injured horse’s neck, pulling its face against her chest and rubbing its cheek softly for comfort. She took a moment to search his soul, not deep enough to invade any of his memories but enough for her to get a read on what kind of person he was. She sensed… kindness. Compassion. Playfulness. A myriad of things that didn’t come to her mind as words so much as feelings and colors. All of them gave off warmth that eased her nerves a little.

    She opened her senses to the horses themselves, sensing their most recent memories. According to them, the man had been hovering around for a while, and had tried to approach when their herd mate had been injured but they had not let him get near. He must have been trying to help it. Using her connection with the herd to soothe them, she called out to the man. “Dey weel let you approach, now,” Cassiti told him, her voice deep and soft, and rich with a thick accent that he likely wouldn’t recognize. “I haev assured dem you ahr not a threat.”

    Assuming he came over, Cassi studied him more closely, about as curious of him as he looked to be of her, though her own body language came off as more shy and intimidated. This was especially more so as he got closer and she got the full effect of how much taller and more broad he was than her. He was also quite handsome, she noticed. Not wanting to be rude, and still not entirely comfortable with local greetings, she crossed her arms over her chest and bowed her head to him, bending slightly at the waist. “Aryannhrod’s blessings to you. I ahm Cassiti Calixte. You haev my t’anks for wahching ovar de herd. I know dey did naht let you come near. He eez fine now. I haev revarsed de injury.”

    When she finished talking, she straightened herself back up and returned to petting the animal beside her, watching the larger man with a hesitant but interested expression. Cassiti didn’t really know what to say to him. Her experience in social interaction was very minimal, and had only ever revolved around her spiritual training with the priestesses that raised her. She was not adept at small talk. Thus, she simply stood there a bit awkwardly, not really sure what to do next now that he was there.

    Reaching into a pocket, she pulled out a seed. It began to glow a soft misty green color like her body had done before, and in a matter of only two or three seconds it grew into a fully realized fruit in her hand. The fruit was a mixture of yellow and orange colors, similar in shape to an apple though not quite the same. She fed it to the formerly injured stallion, who chewed on it bit by bit out of her hand as she waited to see what the strange man had to say.

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    Dagda
    Dagda

    Richie Rich- Rich- Player 
    Lineage : Warrior's Heart
    Position : None
    Posts : 102
    Guild : Meliora Vitae [GM]
    Cosmic Coins : 0
    Dungeon Tokens : 0
    Age : 35
    Experience : 26,550

    Character Sheet
    First Magic: Leviathan
    Second Magic:
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    Post by Dagda on 18th September 2020, 8:13 pm

    Space Dad
    Dagda
    Just call it an adventure and it ain’t so bad!
    Job: Free Form
    Post Word Count: 865
    Job Word Count: 3,791 Total
    Muse: Daddy/10
    Music: Sway
    Items Used IC/OOC: Item 1, Item 2
    Active Spells: Spell 1 (Duration: x/x)
    Dagda watched with fascinated eyes as the woman used some sort of magic on the horse. Green mist began to seep from her, converging over the snake bite. The rest of the herd seemed mostly unbothered by the mystical force at work. From where he was, there wasn’t a clear view of exactly what the verdant substance did. Whatever it was, it did the trick. Shortly after it began, the mist faded out. The injured horse sat up, giving some affection to the woman before she encouraged it to return to its feet at her side. Dagda’s heart warmed as it complied, returning to its feet without so much as a stagger or limp. He nearly jumped up in excitement, but barely refrained as not to give away his position.

    It seemed that caution was unnecessary. He had been discovered. Some of the horses had seen him and were watching warily and had drawn the gaze of the healer. There was no sign of a threat from her, at least not yet. There was a silence that hung heavy in the grassland as the two observed one another. In some ways, she reminded Dagda of the horses she was surrounded by: cautious, yet spirited and steady. Her green eyes seemed mysterious, and again he wondered if she was a goddess. The green mist and what he assumed to be healing abilities would certainly make her fit the part.

    While petting the previously injured horse, the whole herd seemed to relax a bit from Dagda’s sudden appearance. Their ears were still trained on him, but agitated pacing by some had ceased. The woman called out to him, her voice deeper than most women he had met. A thick accent cushioned her words.

    It took a few moments of standing there dumbly for Dagda to process what she had said. He’d never heard an accent like that before so his brain was working to make sense of the speech. She’d calmed the herd so he may approach. “Thank you,” Dagda replied, his deep voice filling the clearing. Making his way through the golden grass slowly, he tried to appear as non-threatening as possible. He didn’t want to startle anyone more than he already had by watching from nearby.

    The titan stopped a respectful distance away, a gentle smile on his face. The mysterious one greeted him, introducing herself as Cassiti Calixte. She thanked him for watching out for the horses, then explained that she had reversed the injury and the male was fine. Dagda noted the peculiar phrasing - she ‘reversed’ the bite, not healed it.

    “Greetings, Cassiti,” he responded, “I am Dagda MacLean. Thank you for treating that horse. I wish I could have helped, but the horses were only being true to their nature. I can’t hold that against them.” One of the younger horses had taken a few steps towards him, full of curiosity but the wariness was evident in its alert ears. The giant man knelt down, slowly extending his hand towards the creature to sniff if it wanted to approach. Crouching down would hopefully make him smaller and therefore less intimidating to the woman and the herd.

    Silence hung in the air once more. Cassiti was proving to not be very talkative, but Dagda had no problem with that. The horses provided a distraction in the space that conversation left. He could feel her eyes on him, but for a moment he focused on the young horse near him. It had taken a few uncertain steps forward, but wasn’t quite convinced that he was safe yet.

    All at once, he remembered the little bag that was in his pocket. It was full of some oats he had purchased while in the town the mechanic was in. He’d bought it with the intent to leave it for the horses on his way by, but the chance had never arisen since the rattlesnake attack. Now, he removed the bag from the pocket of his pants and dumped some out in his hand. Extending it once again, he offered the treat to the horse.

    “Come on, buddy. These oats are really tasty, I promise.” The young horse seemed to perk up a bit at the sight of the pieces in his hand. Being wild, it had never had the same foods as a domestic horse, but it was intelligent enough to know a good bite to eat when it saw one. Slowly it approached, and within seconds had inhaled all the bits from Dagda’s hand and was sniffing around for more. He let out a quiet laugh, entertained by the little horse’s antics. Once it inhaled his scent and investigated him, the dun creature seemed satisfied that he was friendly enough.

    Looking back towards Cassiti, Dagda caught sight of her taking a seed from her pocket. With another batch of green mist, it had grown into a full sized fruit of orange and yellow. The healed horse nibbled at it from her hands.

    “Are you a goddess?” Dagda blurted out at the sight of her magic, cursing his bluntness. “Sorry,” he apologized, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck. “I didn’t mean to be rude.”
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    Cassiti Calixte
    Cassiti Calixte

    Player 
    Lineage : Pony Link
    Position : None
    Posts : 20
    Guild : Meliora Vitae
    Cosmic Coins : 0
    Dungeon Tokens : 0
    Mentor : Louie
    Experience : 150

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    Post by Cassiti Calixte on 21st September 2020, 8:55 pm

     
      balance
    is not something you find. It is created.  
     
     
     
     
     
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    The strange man thanked her, though only after a moment of pause where she could only assume he was trying to translate her words through her accent. He wasn’t the first such individual to have trouble understanding her, and surely he wouldn’t be the last. Still, he figured it out eventually and made his way carefully over toward the herd, doing his best not to impose himself as a threat, particularly given his size. He kept a respectable distance, and there was a bright but easy smile on his face that was almost infectious. If Cassiti weren’t so nervous being near a man of his size, she might have found herself smiling back at him without meaning to. Even now she felt the temptation, but she kept herself schooled for now.

    He introduced himself as Dagda MacLean and thanked her for helping the horse. He had tried but the animals had been true to their natures and not let him near, particularly when one of their own was weak and vulnerable. Cassi nodded her understanding, pleased to have some kind of confirmation that he hadn’t held their cautious natures against him nor tried too hard to force them to accept him. “Dey do naht haev much exposahr to people, as et should be. I ahm just glad dat I crossed dere path before et was too late.”

    A younger horse approached Dagda carefully, brave enough to explore its curiosity but still cautious about the unknown figure. He knelt down to make himself less imposing, and there was a comfortable silence between all parties as he withdrew some oats to coax the foal with. Soon enough, the small creature was nibbing the treats from his palm and practically demanding more. The man laughed softly as it began to nip at his clothes playfully, sniffing his scent in, and Cassiti did smile then if a bit shyly. There was something about innocent bondings between man and nature that only a monster wouldn’t find joy in, and she was happy to see him work so gently with the creatures.

    She produced the seed from her pocket and used her magic to cause it to become fruit before their eyes, feeding it to the horse that was still nuzzling her. To her it was not an act of any great significance, but apparently it was enough for him to bubble a question forth at her. Dagda asked her rather excitedly if she was a goddess before quickly apologizing for the bluntness of the question. “Et eez alright,” Cassi assured him gently. “I ahm naht a goddess, but I ahm connected to one. I ahm an Oracle to de goddess Aryannrhod, Mother of Balance and Time. Pahrt of her blessing to me is dat I can cantrol time a leetle, for instance to heal an injary or to encourage a seed to grow.”

    Her green eyes flicked down to what was left of the fruit in her hand, that the horse quickly finished eating up. “I cahn also do t’ings such as read a parson’s soul or aura to see what kind of parson dey ahr, or to read dere emotions or memories. Sometimes, I cahn see de future.” Most people would probably think it unwise to reveal so much of their abilities to a complete stranger, but Cassiti could tell that Dagda meant her no harm and was not a figure she needed to worry about as a threat. She looked back to him again with a small smile. “Horses ahr sacred to my goddess, and dey cahn sense her through me. Dat is why dey came to get me when dey sensed I was near. Dey do naht fear me.”

    Her eyes searched him a bit longer as she gave him time once again to process her words, knowing that he may need a moment to work his way through her speech. Luckily, that also gave her enough time to come up with some conversation on her end. “Dere ahr not many dat would spend so mach time waiting to help animals like dis. Et was very kind to try. Ahr you a heelar of some kind? Do you wark with animals?” Cassi was curious to know more about him. If he had stuck around as long as the horse’s memories suggested, then clearly that meant he otherwise had the ability to help them if they’d had let him close, right? She was still learning about and being exposed to all the different kinds of magic on Earthland, and was intrigued to know what sort of skills he had that could have aided them.

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    Dagda
    Dagda

    Richie Rich- Rich- Player 
    Lineage : Warrior's Heart
    Position : None
    Posts : 102
    Guild : Meliora Vitae [GM]
    Cosmic Coins : 0
    Dungeon Tokens : 0
    Age : 35
    Experience : 26,550

    Character Sheet
    First Magic: Leviathan
    Second Magic:
    Third Magic:

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    Post by Dagda on 23rd September 2020, 9:34 pm

    Space Dad
    Dagda
    Just call it an adventure and it ain’t so bad!
    Job: Free Form
    Post Word Count: 1,006
    Job Word Count: 5,578 Total
    Muse: Daddy/10
    Music: Now
    Items Used IC/OOC: Item 1, Item 2
    Active Spells: Spell 1 (Duration: x/x)
    After his sudden question, Cassiti seemed unbothered and proceeded to explain that she was not a goddess. She was an Oracle to a goddess called Aryannrhod, a name Dagda was unfamiliar with. He wondered where she was from, and excitedly wondered if Aryannrhod was anything like the World Spirit that created his people. Cassiti told of the abilities granted to her by the goddess, the power to turn time by a little. “So that’s how you healed him,” Dagda said with fascination in his eyes, gesturing to the horse at her side. This was a new concept, reversing time in a specific area to remove an injury. How practical and interesting it was.

    She also spoke of reading a person’s soul, emotions, and memories. Dagda wondered if that’s why she let him approach at all instead of fleeing or attacking. What had she seen or felt? What was the sensation of his aura? He tried to picture what it was like, but came up blank. He knew who he was, but had that shown through his soul’s image?

    Aryannrhod had a close connection to horses, according to the Oracle. That was why they had sought her out to help their fallen comrade and let her walk with ease among their ranks. Though they had limited exposure to people, it was as if Cassiti was one of their own herd. They respected her.

    Silence fell between the two again as Dagda processed her words. He was getting used to her accent, but it would take some time for him to understand her speech right away. Cassiti piped up again and asked why he had wanted to help the horses. It was not something many people would have the patience or drive to do. Dagda let the silence grow again as he really thought about it.

    “Well, I don’t have a healing magic,” he admitted after a minute. “My abilities lie with the earth and rock below, and they aren’t exactly healing materials.” He let out a quiet laugh. “In my pack, I have some healing salve and bandages.” The titan gestured back towards where he had left his bag, realizing it was left behind. “I guess I thought if the herd would let me in I could use those. At home, I was able to gain the trust of mountain ponies with patience, I figured that I could do the same with these horses. I also found some boneset growing out here, which would help with the fever. A friend taught me about some herbs that can be used to help healing processes and I remembered that one.” He hadn’t had the greatest plan ever. Now that he said it out loud, it sounded rather foolish. There was no ability he possessed that allowed for a quick, magical healing for the injured horse. Lazar, the old man who owned a medical shop in Magnolia and his dear friend, had taught him about natural remedies for basic ailments. Dagda knew about the herbs on Tetsukazu from his mother, but knew nothing of the Earthland ones. He’d asked the old man to teach him some basics.

    Dagda clenched his jaw a bit. Even if his methods would have been difficult to achieve, it was worth the effort. Hearing that horse’s scream had nearly wrenched his heart out of his chest. “It wasn’t the most well thought out plan, but I had to try something. I couldn’t just leave that horse to die if there was some sort of effort to be made,” he explained, his voice quiet but passionate. While he was raised to hunt for food, he also recognized the importance of healing and helping where he could. As a sentient, intelligent being, he felt it was his duty to balance out the lives he took for food with the lives he could make an effort to save. It was the heart of Marmor culture to be symbiotic with the natural world. They respected the animals they hunted by whispering a prayer for their souls to be reunited with the World Spirit. The titans also used as much as they possibly could from the bodies of fallen animals, even if it was a natural death.

    Dagda remembered what Cassiti had said earlier about the goddess Aryannrhod and what she stood for. Balance. That word had hung heavily in his mind for a few weeks now. He’d seen a lot of imbalance on Earthland, especially in natural spaces. A lot of it had come from supernatural sources, but a large portion of it had come from humans. He’d tried to tackle a few issues himself, but he was only one person and could only do so much.

    For a while an idea had been brewing in his brain. He hadn’t even talked to Percy about it yet, though he was determined to when he returned to the Phoenix Mountains. What if he could gather a force of like-minded people together as a guild to take on these unbalanced problems? There were already many guilds across Fiore and Earthland, but none had appeared to have those values upon looking into them.

    When Cassiti had explained who she was and what she was able to do, Dagda knew at once that she would be the perfect kind of person to join the guild he dreamed of making. Balance was key, and she was literally the embodiment of it. She clearly cared about living creatures. Dagda glanced fondly at the horse she was petting, then the foal near him. These majestic creatures had brought them together and provided him an opportunity to meet someone who could hold these same values.

    “So, Cassiti,” he began, reaching out to pet the foal’s cheek beside him. “What do you do? Are you a part of a guild, or would you join one?” It was best to ask if she was already preoccupied. He didn’t just want to launch into explaining his idea if the Oracle didn’t seem available or interested in guilds as a whole.
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