Khy'eras

Kit gratefully put down the wares and took a seat. His forehead shimmered with sweat, as the throbbing pain of the wound seemed to make his chest tighten. He had had infected wounds before, of course, but he had been able to soak those wounds in a path with herbs. Since there was only the shared bat...

Kit dashed away the tears. They weren't of sorry, they were of shame, and he hung his head as Ksenia did her work. He gathered the items in his hand and followed behind her wordlessly. The young mage was especially happy when Ksenia led them quickly through the gate and compound without stopping to ...

Ksenia efficiently divided their spoils between them, packing the bundle and being generous in not giving him too much, despite his insistence that he could carry more. Soon, she had wrapped the wares and, with an expertise that told of a woman of great pragmatism, managed to make a carry-on for him...

Kit looked at her for a few seconds, as her questions threw him off balance a moment and for a split second, his world was once again a spiderweb of magic. In that moment, he felt the warmth, the care and pain sail along the thread that connected the two. He blinked, and it was over almost before it...

Kit nodded as the Craftmistress spoke; the shopkeep's racist remarks were indeed enough to make a person mad, and they had definitely had hit some sore point with Ksenia. "The ignorant often lash out at that which is different, through a mix of stupidity and fear." He said, almost intoning...

Kit's eyes widened as the woman in front of him, who had seemed so quiet and calm (especially compared to everyone he had met thus far), told the shopkeeper what to do with his outrageous price and marched from the shop. Quickly grabbing the bowls and the bundle, he shook his head at the shopkeep, w...

Kit thought about her question and how to answer it without going too far into his past, and ideally - avoiding it completely. "I've never taught anyone how to read. I was taught in a rather ..." He wondered how to put it. With a switch across his back when he got a word wrong? "I was...

Kit nodded as Ksenia spoke. He thought about the Hall and wondered at the thought of children being there. He, himself was still getting used to the coarse language, the lewd jokes and other such comments made by the sailors and such. But he was also just an errand boy, so would keep such thoughts t...

[ Collab post with Roxy :love: ] With his bag over his shoulder, Kit hurried out of the Hall. He (foolishly) assumed that, being so new, young, and not involved in any activities with any of the heads of the place, that his occasional, unexplained absences would go unnoticed. He was excited. In his ...

Kit nodded as Ksenia spoke. Account books and ledgers sounded awfully dull, but he was eager to pitch in and earn his keep. He gave a polite smile - he was hardly in a position to turn down tasks by the Craftmistress, when offered - and smiled. "Of course, Craftmistress." When they walked ...