History in the Making - Tak'ril

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13 Turns - Taksuril

“Taksuril!”

He heard her shout warp into giggles, and turned just in time to see the wave catch her. Taselin rolled on the sand, trying to escape the water and the next oncoming wave. He ran to help her, but his long, gangly legs were still new to him, and he ended up right next to her in the shallow water.

“By the shell of the first egg Taselin, why must you-” He spat water and sand out of his mouth, “always insist on getting wet?”

He heard her clicking her tongue in disapproval as she crawled towards dry sand, and she chidingly remarked, “You have such a fisherman’s mouth, what would Ma say?” She then plopped down, sunshine bathing her and assisting in the long process of drying. “I don’t mean for it to happen, you know,” She then dramatically replied, rolling her eyes, “it just so happens that the largest green agets are near the shore side.”

She followed the remark by triumphantly holding up the largest green aget he had ever seen. His eyes widened, as he plopped down beside her, and reached for it. She willingly gave it to him, and he studied it intently. The with a lopsided smile, he returned it to her.

“Will you tell me the story again?” He asked quietly, settling into the warm sand, and trying to hide how much he had missed this. The older he got, the longer the sea voyages took him away from her. She cuddled up close to him, and took a deep breath before painting the story in his mind.

“A long time ago, the first green dragon hatched, and it’s name was Agetayath. It loved to play in the sand and breath fire at the ocean. It would prance, and swim, and fly, and dive. Oh how the ocean loved it’s very own green dragon. They spent a lot of time together. The ocean would bring fish to the dragon, and at night Agetayath would croon and bugle in melody with the waves. They loved each other deeply for many years. But just as all good things end, Agetayath grew old and ill. She took her last flight, and instead of going between, fell into the ocean’s embrace to forever rest with her greatest love. In memory of this great love, the Ocean crashes and gathers agents together and forms them into green agets, bright and beautiful, just like Agetayath.”

Taksuril smiled at the story he knew she had made up. He loved that story, and remembered the very first time they had gone aget hunting and she had told him the elaborate story. He knew her deep desire to be a dragon rider, to feel the rush of flying and the thrill of a bondmates joy. He loved how whimsical she became when she talked about dragons. Suddenly she sat up and ruffled his hair, sand spewing forth from his dark hair.

“Come on, we are going to be late for our midday meal, and Pap might just eat all our meat pies.”

Taksuril jumped up, distressed at the very idea. I mean, a boy had to eat, and he had been eating as much has he been growing. He watched her take off, and with an excited whoop, he was off after her, meat pies circling in his head.

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Taksuril On His Journey Towards Mavros
Before Impression

Tak’ril – Bronze Agureyth

He hung from the mainmast shrouds, just below the crow’s nest, while Tinsel hanging on the opposite shroud studied him intently.

“How’s tha’ arm, Tak? We coulda jus’ stay’d in the crow’s nest ya know.”

Taksuril smiled as he turned his eyes from the sky to his friend. His pose looked casual to the unknowing eye, his left arm hooked in the shroud, and both his legs hooked in too, creating a sitting pose that leaned back to better look at the stars. His right arm hung down, unused.

“It’s fine, and why would we do that, when it’s so much more comfortable here?” He lifted his chin to Tinsel’s pose, mirroring his own with one exception. She had her right arm hooked in to the shroud. She shrugged nonchalantly, and went back to looking at the stars.

“Do’snt lak like ya arm is fin’. Lak’s like ya arm’s a hurtin.”

Taksuril shrugged too, but only one shoulder lifted high enough for comfort, and was easily seen by his naked chest. He looked down to his right shoulder, the numbness in his hand was getting better, but not fast enough for his comfort, and the wound had long closed and scarred.

“How’d tha even happ’n Tak? Lak’s like a nasty wound. Ya know, Pa t’ought ya wer’ a real truble maker. Al’mst didn’ let ya stay on.”

He wasn’t surprised by her comment, he had looked ragged when he had asked Pedesil for a spot on his boat at Southern Boll.

Before that fateful day, he had been surprised when he had woken up on a boat a week after his duel with Boregar. Surprised he had woken up at all really. He had been in and out of consciousness after the initial shock, his body fighting fevers and infections. When he had finally woken for longer then 10 minutes, the captain had ventured down to visit with Taksuril and give him the full story. His parents had put him on a boat, and paid for safe long-term passage and a healer, to get him as far away from the Garnent family and their need for revenge.

He’s not sure what made him sadder, the fact he could never safely return home, or the fact that his family didn’t even know if he survived the wound he had suffered at the hands of Boregar. The captain had dropped Taksuril off at Southern Boll, refusing to keep a “lame” man on for service. Tak had struggled to regain use of his right arm, but it was slowly coming, and he had learned how to do much with just his left arm. He had been lucky when Pedesil had come along on his boat and allowed him to take up service with him despite the weak arm.

“Tak?” Tinsel’s thick accented voice broke his reverie, and he smiled riley at his friend. It was difficult for him to remember that this young individual was a woman. She acted every much the part of a fisherboy, and he doubted most in their crew even knew she was indeed a girl.

“Sorry, I uh, I hurt someone, but they hurt me first. The scars run deeper then the arm Tinsel. It should heal up more as I work it I suspect. I’m a little surprised Pedesil took me on too…”

His voice faded off, and he looked to the stars, measuring them, and how far home must be too.

“Well, I’m glad he di’, cause I woun’t ‘ave met ya.” She gave him a bright smile, which he missed with his eyes on the sky.

“I’m glad too Tinsel. But you should know, I’m leaving when we get to Benden hold. Finding another ship, I think I’m going to head to Mavros.

“Ma’ros? Why in de shards woul’d you go there?”

“Because… I have to fulfill a dream, and heal, and I think I can do both there.”

“Dream? Wat dream?” She sounded bewildered.

“My sister’s dream, to be a dragonrider. I’m going to do it for her.”

“Well, tha jus sounds ridiclus…” His friend muttered, and he heard the regret in her voice. He would miss her too. But he was being called. It was time to move on.