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Fill: Challenge 48, Lemy'es
This could possibly be the start of book three in the trilogy I'm working on set in Lemy'es. I can't write in a straight line to save my life in case you all haven't noticed.
Sray entered Danrick Mishor's office. She had been in here more times than she really cared to keep track of the last five years. It hadn't changed much in that time. The same shelves and filing cabinets, the large desk decorated with an assortment of books and papers accompanied by a collection of pens and pencils. The massive, framed map dominated one wall, which he stood in front of now, his hands clasped behind his back as he studied it with an intense look Sray was hesitant to disrupt.
When he didn't seem to register her presence she cleared her throat. "Transom Mounthyuns said you wanted to speak with me, sir?" Sray ventured.
"O!" He gave a small shake of his head to clear his thoughts. "Ms. Hillenbohn, yes. I just had some news from Envawn." He folded his arms and returned his attention to the map. "There was an attack along the coast of the Fautohn sea three weeks ago. There are some who suspect the Klamon, but I do not. This isn't how Klamon attack. They don't care for the things men have. They don't steal things. They are content to live where we have pushed them. So long as we leave them alone there is something like peace. The attack happened too deep into Envawn. It doesn'tmake sense for it to be Klamon."
Sray watched him carefully. Again his look turned intense as he focused on the map and seemed wholly absorbed in whatever information he was divining from its intricate details. "There was a fishing vessel lost last year on the Fautohn sea. It's remains washed up on the southern end of Storilohn two months ago. Every piece of metal on it was gone. Every nail, clasp, and hook completely removed, only the tangle of ropes, sails, and nets held it somewhat together. The men, it is assumed, were lost at sea. Five months ago another vessel failed to arrive in Envawn, carrying a load of goods from Byajintor. The majority of the payload was made of metal. Three men were picked up in the remains of a lifeboat after being adrift for days. They were delirious and no one took anything that they said seriously. Unfortunately, they did not survive the trip back to shore."
He fell silent. Sray waited for him to continue, wondering what he was getting at and why he needed to tell her about it. Storilohn and Envawn were nearly a thousand miles away. After several minutes she finally broke the silence. "What does this have to do with me?" She asked.
He looked at her, his intensity was palpable. Whatever it was, he was determined to make it happen. "We need to mend what was broken before it is too late."
She stared back at him. "We." She drew in a deep breath, held it, and folded her arms and stared at the map, her eyes lingering on the high desert of the north central area of Alast. "You think I can help with that." Mishor had been rather plain her first year at Engama that he felt she was the best chance for reconciliation between Man and Klamon being a bit of both, born among the Klamon, but living the last sixteen years among Humans. "I don't know anything about the Dolbscheckt or Zegdaen. They wouldn't listen to some Getier hybrid, even if they could understand me. Kalmon don't share a single language."
"That's why I think it is time you return to your kinsmen. The Getier have already proven they are willing to sit down with Humans."
"That was over thirty years ago." Sray countered with a shake of her head. "I don't think any of the Elder Council who were involved in that are still alive."
"Your parents are still alive." He pointed out.
"My mother wasn't even twenty when that happened and my father and aunt were not much older. They may have helped make it happen, but they weren't the ones making the decisions. They were just translators."
A small smile crept across Mishor's face. "I think Silfiya would argue with you about the importance of good translators."
Sray raised her brows and looked at him. "Will Silfiya be involved?"
"There are only three in the Brotherhood who speak Getie'an, of course she will be involved. If we could convince your parents all the better."
Sray couldn't help a soft incredulous snort. "My parents did not leave Geteilpohth on good terms. I don't think you could even convince my father to return. The Keystone wouldn't support us against the threat of the Meim, he burned those bridges." He said three in the Brotherhood. "You didn't invite Janef here."
Mishor nodded his understanding. "Well, it will be worth asking. If your aunt is still alive it could be quite the reunion." He observed. "No, this would be too much to ask just Janef Hillenbohn. There would be no point talking to her without you. If you are not willing, it would make things much more complicated."
"Is this official business or your own personal project, Hafitch Mishor?"
He glanced at her briefly, his brows raising a moment as if he were slightly surprised at the question. "Well," he rolled his shoulders, "we will have the Gordie'en's support. There are a lot of moving pieces to consider. If the Getier will help, humanity might just stand a chance."
Rothan icon (Sray's aforementioned aunt) in her full form looking judgemental.
Sray entered Danrick Mishor's office. She had been in here more times than she really cared to keep track of the last five years. It hadn't changed much in that time. The same shelves and filing cabinets, the large desk decorated with an assortment of books and papers accompanied by a collection of pens and pencils. The massive, framed map dominated one wall, which he stood in front of now, his hands clasped behind his back as he studied it with an intense look Sray was hesitant to disrupt.
When he didn't seem to register her presence she cleared her throat. "Transom Mounthyuns said you wanted to speak with me, sir?" Sray ventured.
"O!" He gave a small shake of his head to clear his thoughts. "Ms. Hillenbohn, yes. I just had some news from Envawn." He folded his arms and returned his attention to the map. "There was an attack along the coast of the Fautohn sea three weeks ago. There are some who suspect the Klamon, but I do not. This isn't how Klamon attack. They don't care for the things men have. They don't steal things. They are content to live where we have pushed them. So long as we leave them alone there is something like peace. The attack happened too deep into Envawn. It doesn'tmake sense for it to be Klamon."
Sray watched him carefully. Again his look turned intense as he focused on the map and seemed wholly absorbed in whatever information he was divining from its intricate details. "There was a fishing vessel lost last year on the Fautohn sea. It's remains washed up on the southern end of Storilohn two months ago. Every piece of metal on it was gone. Every nail, clasp, and hook completely removed, only the tangle of ropes, sails, and nets held it somewhat together. The men, it is assumed, were lost at sea. Five months ago another vessel failed to arrive in Envawn, carrying a load of goods from Byajintor. The majority of the payload was made of metal. Three men were picked up in the remains of a lifeboat after being adrift for days. They were delirious and no one took anything that they said seriously. Unfortunately, they did not survive the trip back to shore."
He fell silent. Sray waited for him to continue, wondering what he was getting at and why he needed to tell her about it. Storilohn and Envawn were nearly a thousand miles away. After several minutes she finally broke the silence. "What does this have to do with me?" She asked.
He looked at her, his intensity was palpable. Whatever it was, he was determined to make it happen. "We need to mend what was broken before it is too late."
She stared back at him. "We." She drew in a deep breath, held it, and folded her arms and stared at the map, her eyes lingering on the high desert of the north central area of Alast. "You think I can help with that." Mishor had been rather plain her first year at Engama that he felt she was the best chance for reconciliation between Man and Klamon being a bit of both, born among the Klamon, but living the last sixteen years among Humans. "I don't know anything about the Dolbscheckt or Zegdaen. They wouldn't listen to some Getier hybrid, even if they could understand me. Kalmon don't share a single language."
"That's why I think it is time you return to your kinsmen. The Getier have already proven they are willing to sit down with Humans."
"That was over thirty years ago." Sray countered with a shake of her head. "I don't think any of the Elder Council who were involved in that are still alive."
"Your parents are still alive." He pointed out.
"My mother wasn't even twenty when that happened and my father and aunt were not much older. They may have helped make it happen, but they weren't the ones making the decisions. They were just translators."
A small smile crept across Mishor's face. "I think Silfiya would argue with you about the importance of good translators."
Sray raised her brows and looked at him. "Will Silfiya be involved?"
"There are only three in the Brotherhood who speak Getie'an, of course she will be involved. If we could convince your parents all the better."
Sray couldn't help a soft incredulous snort. "My parents did not leave Geteilpohth on good terms. I don't think you could even convince my father to return. The Keystone wouldn't support us against the threat of the Meim, he burned those bridges." He said three in the Brotherhood. "You didn't invite Janef here."
Mishor nodded his understanding. "Well, it will be worth asking. If your aunt is still alive it could be quite the reunion." He observed. "No, this would be too much to ask just Janef Hillenbohn. There would be no point talking to her without you. If you are not willing, it would make things much more complicated."
"Is this official business or your own personal project, Hafitch Mishor?"
He glanced at her briefly, his brows raising a moment as if he were slightly surprised at the question. "Well," he rolled his shoulders, "we will have the Gordie'en's support. There are a lot of moving pieces to consider. If the Getier will help, humanity might just stand a chance."
Rothan icon (Sray's aforementioned aunt) in her full form looking judgemental.