"Akeme," Osira said, taking her small hand in his own and shaking it a few times. "Ezra." He nodded in the man's direction, cementing their names into his mind. "It's a pleasure to meet you both." This time he smiled, the expression traveling up to his eyes, accentuating the crow's feet wrinkles at their corners. It was nice to be in the company of others again; he'd been alone in his journey for far too long, animal companions aside.
The man leaned back against his rock once more, a hand propping him up for support, and just enjoyed the brief silence of newfound camaraderie. Even Ezra had seemed to relax, though Osira gleaned there was more to the young man's story than he was ready to share.
Still, it was worth a gentle prod. Perhaps he would be forthcoming with answers, though the kelahati doubted his kin would let down such a carefully upheld guard.
"So, Ezra," he began softly, "you mentioned a pilgrimage? Where are you heading to, and what prompted this journey? Was it perhaps the death of the oracles?" The man gave a contemplative look before adding on, "Apologies if this is a sensitive question. I'm but a curious old man." Osira gave a chuckle at his own joke; he was hardly more than middle aged.
There was some truth to his words, however. Osira too had set out on his journey after hearing of the human oracles death, and now two more had joined the oracle in death. Fire, water, air... What did it all mean?
The man leaned back against his rock once more, a hand propping him up for support, and just enjoyed the brief silence of newfound camaraderie. Even Ezra had seemed to relax, though Osira gleaned there was more to the young man's story than he was ready to share.
Still, it was worth a gentle prod. Perhaps he would be forthcoming with answers, though the kelahati doubted his kin would let down such a carefully upheld guard.
"So, Ezra," he began softly, "you mentioned a pilgrimage? Where are you heading to, and what prompted this journey? Was it perhaps the death of the oracles?" The man gave a contemplative look before adding on, "Apologies if this is a sensitive question. I'm but a curious old man." Osira gave a chuckle at his own joke; he was hardly more than middle aged.
There was some truth to his words, however. Osira too had set out on his journey after hearing of the human oracles death, and now two more had joined the oracle in death. Fire, water, air... What did it all mean?
