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Post by Saliha on Sept 28, 2021 21:26:23 GMT -5
"Mother please calm yourself. I can't understand what you're saying amid all the rambling." Alsala his aged mother was on the verge of tears. Her breaths were quick but laborious and from the folds and strands of stray hair it was clear this panic had been going on for some time. It was tradition for the students of the Desert Kame School to travel to a remote oasis once per year. It so happened to be this month that Saliha and his father had selected to make the pilgrimage. The boy moved to gently grab his mother's arm in an attempt to steady the woman. "Take a deep breath... slowly exhale, and tell me what the issue is. Hafa and I have returned now. I am certain that whatever the matter we can resolve it." It had been some time since the Gharban tribe had been partially integrated into Taola Village. That did not mean the end of their nomadic lives entirely and it was true that most still spent a great deal of time wandering the deserts as their ancestors had.
The pair were situated outside of their adobe, the mid-day sun shining brightly against the rugged yellow sands as an overhead tarp blanketed them from the direct rays.
"My child..." Alsala struggled to keep herself composed. "Many horrid things have happened since your departure. An alien arrival, his ship had crashed upon a poor townsman. So many had come to fight and parts of the village were destroyed. We had to spend so much time fixing the buildings and tending to the wounded. Seen as little more than collateral, pour souls. A masked stranger armed with sword was tended to here as well. They had been wounded but refused to say much about their situation. Lest of all allow the removal of her mask. Our healers did what they could but-" Interrupting the sentence with a small nod Alsala would sigh deeply. "They ended up doing battle with some sort of blue monster trying to take their weapon."
"I-" Saliha could barely find the right words for the situation. Had it been just one thing he may have taken it as a joke but this seemed far too serious to be any sort of jest. "I apologize father and I have failed to protect you and our new home!" Bowing deeply the martial artist would compose himself into a form of stoicism once more. "Mother you must tell us. Is the masked stranger still here? And what of the damages? If there is work to still be done in fixing the village I am certain that father would immediately lend a hand alongside me."
The pair were situated outside of their adobe, the mid-day sun shining brightly against the rugged yellow sands as an overhead tarp blanketed them from the direct rays.
"My child..." Alsala struggled to keep herself composed. "Many horrid things have happened since your departure. An alien arrival, his ship had crashed upon a poor townsman. So many had come to fight and parts of the village were destroyed. We had to spend so much time fixing the buildings and tending to the wounded. Seen as little more than collateral, pour souls. A masked stranger armed with sword was tended to here as well. They had been wounded but refused to say much about their situation. Lest of all allow the removal of her mask. Our healers did what they could but-" Interrupting the sentence with a small nod Alsala would sigh deeply. "They ended up doing battle with some sort of blue monster trying to take their weapon."
"I-" Saliha could barely find the right words for the situation. Had it been just one thing he may have taken it as a joke but this seemed far too serious to be any sort of jest. "I apologize father and I have failed to protect you and our new home!" Bowing deeply the martial artist would compose himself into a form of stoicism once more. "Mother you must tell us. Is the masked stranger still here? And what of the damages? If there is work to still be done in fixing the village I am certain that father would immediately lend a hand alongside me."
