Surprises

Daegan's stealth boat was tied, tightly, to a tree on the side of a small inlet, shrouded by scattered forest. He, himself, was sitting against a particularly wide tree, partially curled up against the icy wind. He was supposed to be catching some sleep so he'd have enough energy to go on whatever mission he was going to be assigned, but sleep just wouldn't come. He nestled deeper into his long jacket - the seasons were changing, so he'd have to get warmer clothes soon.

“Hello!” exclaimed a familiar voice from just behind him. “Ähh!!” cried Daegan in surprise, jumping and almost falling into the water. Vinoc laughed, catching Daegan by his jacket's collar. He let Daegan flail about for balance for a second, before pulling him back upright.

“S-stop doing that!!” stammered Daegan, a bit irritated at being startled this early in the morning. “Hehehe, I'm sorryyyy - I just missed your reaction,” giggled Vinoc mischeivously, flopping down next to Daegan. “What are you up to?”

“..Are you drunk?” asked Daegan, skeptically. “Nahh, not this early,” laughed Vinoc. “Hey!! You're avoiding the question, sneaky!! Well, doesn't matter,” said Vinoc, procuring something from his pocket - a delicious loaf of bread. “I bring gifts!!”

Daegan tried to pretend not to be hungry, but his stomach growled for him. Vinoc sighed. “…How long's it been?” “…Day and a half,” mumbled Daegan, guiltily. “Pff. Silly tomato,” laughed Vinoc, placing the bread in Daegan's hand. “Eat up, buttercup.”

Daegan was going to protest at being called ‘buttercup’, but his starvation won as he scarfed half of the bread down. “Oi, slow down there,” laughed Vinoc, putting an arm around Daegan in a friendly gesture. Daegan hated it (less because of the gesture and more because it was Vinoc performing it), but Vinoc was warm amidst the chilly weather, so he couldn't help but enjoy the heat. He still hated it, though. “..thanks,” he managed, hating that he was yet again indebted to Vinoc. “D'aww, don't mention it– you're marginally more interesting when you're not a corpse,” giggled Vinoc, pretending to be flattered. “Glad to know,” sighed Daegan, thinking about corpses as he nibbled on the bread.

The two sat in silence for a minute as flakes of snow began to fall, looking like cherry blossom flowers blown off their trees. Daegan's gaze turned to the still surface of the inlet. He watched as the petals of snow drifted, dreamlike, to the inlet and dissolved as they hit its surface, disappearing. “Oh, hey- snow wasn't supposed to come until later this year,” laughed Vinoc, brushing off a snowflake which had landed on Daegan's hair. Daegan shrank from the contact, trying to immerse himself deeper into his food “Pff,” snickered Vinoc - Daegan was incredibly transparent.

“Well, duty calls,” sighed Vinoc, suddenly getting up and stretching. Daegan was both relieved that Vinoc appeared to be leaving and disappointed that his source of warmth had vanished. He shivered, wrapping his coat around himself. “Oh!! And, before I forget– here's some stuff,” said Vinoc, dropping a package into Daegan's lap. “Keep it dry as long as you can,” grinned Vinoc, preparing to leave. “Toodle-oo!” he sang, then dashed off, leaving Daegan alone in the snow with an almost-finished loaf of bread and a package.

After he was sure Vinoc was gone, Daegan curiously tugged at the knot on the cloth-wrapped parcel. He peered inside - the package contained a variety of dried and preserved food, along with a daintily scripted note in Vinoc's handwriting reading “For emergencies!”. He sighed - Daegan hated it when Vinoc did something nice, because it made it difficult to call him ‘insufferable’ or ‘a drunk vagrant’ without feeling incredibly guilty. At the same time, though, it filled him with hope. Maybe Vinoc wasn't so bad - maybe he was just misled in his nihilistic ideals. (Though, Daegan was beginning to question reality himself - did it really matter?)

He re-wrapped the parcel, placing it in the dryest spot he could find in his small boat. He bent over to the tree to untie the ropes and free his craft from the inlet. The snow kept falling- the ‘deck’ of his ‘boat’ had a small layer of frosty white snowflakes.


Maybe he'd bake Vinoc something later, as thanks.

I've been going backwards in chronological order instead of forwards with my short stories, haha–

That's fine. I like the effect that connecting everything like that has sort of a cool feeling!

kitty_coolness_123 wrote:

Mishal Chama (Chief of Anica-zaasu)

~~ Festivals are the Worst, Unless You're with a Drunk Karin ~~

This morning, I was tired. Tired of work, tired from a lack of sleep, tired from the same problem that still hasn't gotten resolved, no matter how hard I've tried to get it fixed.

My dad could probably have done better at solving it, but he'd been dead for the past ten years. That was my fault. It never felt like an 'oops, I majorly goofed' moment until after Mom died of grief three months after him. I still feel like I have his spirit hovering around, acting grumpy towards me because of what I'd done to him because–sorry–I was jealous of the attention that Nur was getting instead of me. That was a bad idea on my part, I admit. But I tried to make amends by having him be my strategist for a while. Then Chief Anai of Bochaan ended up killing him when he fell on her dagger.

Now, I'm the chief and the only member of the family left. I muddle by, but there are some things that I've had to spend more time than Dad ever did because of my one bad choice. I'm stuck like this until I die.

Not that I don't mind the perks that come with the job, but I halfway prefer it if I didn't have to deal with that one stupid problem that apparently can't be taken care of by any normal means. It gets extremely annoying when my advisors suggest, “Oh, Chieftain, perhaps you could give one of the Bochaanese ideas a try. It might fix the problem better.” I'm trying my best with what I know! Ugh. If I have to hear that one more time, I'm going to throw the next advisor who suggests it out the window. Unless it was one of the guys who can't fit through the windows. Then I might just take him to the balcony and toss him into the moat.

I've done that more times than I can count, actually…

Come to think of it, one of my advisors is actually overdue for a swim in the moat from the last time he made that comment to me. He was sick that day, and I was generous enough to not follow through with that threat. But every time I get generous, I always have to go back and do what I had initially threatened to do at a later time because they decide I'm always in a generous mood. No, I'm not always. I could have tossed him in that moat when he was sick, but then I wouldn't have had an advisor for a week or so.

Anyways, today is a big day for Anica-zaasu. It's festival time, and I have some things to do to prepare for it. That list of tasks seemed to grow larger and larger every year. It probably had something to do with my younger assassin's sly suggestions about new things to add to the festivities. Like these amazing things from Naaen called ‘fireworks’. Those actually made the people happier every festival. So I'm happy about that. But, as to the rest of what she's added to what used to be a fairly simple job has actually made it more difficult and hectic for me. I'm tempted to shove the ideas back into her lap, but she's rarely ever around, so it wouldn't really work. Despite the fact that it made the people happier, it also made me much more short-tempered and stressed than normal. That part is her fault.

“Chieftain Chama,” calls a servant. I grunt in annoyance and walk down the hall to where the servant is, as I can see, struggling to deal with my late brother's dog, Fen. “Please, Chieftain, it's trying to chase after something down the hall.”

I scowl at the servant and give a sharp whistle for Fen. “Fen. Sit.” Fen immediately stops trying to run and promptly sits on his rear, directly on the servant's foot. Seventy or so pounds on a servant's foot. Ouch. That had to hurt. “Fen, scoot off his foot and sit on the floor,” I grumble, rubbing my temples. Phoenix, on my shoulder, squawks in annoyance. “Hush, you. I know she's here. Fen, behave for the servant and don't make any trouble.” I stalk off towards the direction that Fen had been trying to get to. Karin must be there.

“Hello, chieftain,” comes her voice from just out of sight. Karin slips out of the shadows, now wearing a deep red dress that brushes the floor as she moves about. Her short hair is tied back in braids, and seems to have been styled nicely somewhere. Karin's eyes were accented by the dress and the golden embroidery on it, creating quite an enchanting look for the assassin, when compared to how she usually looks.

“Karin. How was your assignment?” I glance at her, eyeing the dress. She looked, surprisingly, quite beautiful. Until I get a glance of her work boots and that her coat peeks out from behind her back. “Okay, why do you have a dress on like you're ready for the festival, but you're wearing your work boots and have your coat behind your back?” I ask.

“I seem to have gotten a tagalong. Tried to lose him at the border, but he's persistent. Says he's a Necromancer from Bochaan, and I've seen his shadowmagic. And he's done some… I don't know how to describe it, but some sort of magic, probably necromancy, to make spirits move on. That idiot's naive, but useful for some things.” Karin frowns with a shudder. “Ugh, that boy's got some odd feeling to him.”

“Good or bad?” I press. "Also, you really had to bring along a Bochaanese?

“Neutral. He's just… odd. I'm not sure how to say it in any other way.” She shook her head. "You don't realize how many times I've tried to shake him off without killing him. I only need something for him to wear other than one of my tunics. It's embarrassing to see him wearing them. And I think the poor lad's nearsighted and colorblind.“

”Fine. He can wear one of my old tunics, depending on how tall he is.“ I sigh, both in annoyance and in sympathy for her. I had to chase Anai around Naa-sae, and she was one slippery young woman, so I knew, in my own way, just how irritating a Bochaanese could be. ”Also, you never answered my earlier question about how your assignment went.“

”Oh, he's a good two inches taller than me.“ Karin chews on her lip now. I suddenly get the urge to pull her close to me and make her stop that nervous habit for a moment. ”It went well, other than the fact that he decided to tag along. I got the job done, like you asked. But I had to go through Bochaan in order to find my mark. Apparently, he was doing trade with the chief there. Went in, got it done when he was done and on his way back home, and then ran into little mister tagalong. I feel just a teeny bit bad for the unfortunate guard I also had to put out of his misery. I know I'm not supposed to kill innocents, but he got in the way and wouldn't let me go without fighting. Plus, he startled me. Served him right to get a taste of electricity from me, and I didn't need word getting out about an electrokinetic young woman from Anica-zaasu getting out.“ She looks a little rattled as she speaks, and the urge to pull her close grew stronger.

I fight the urge to the best of my ability and nod. ”It's a good thing he didn't get any word out about you in the first place. That would not have been good,“ I finally say.

Karin's gaze suddenly grows steely at the sound of something at the window behind me, like someone tapping on the glass. ”He's at the window, Chieftain. Please move out of the way.“ She stalks past me and pulls open the windows, then yanks someone inside. He tumbles to my feet. He's a disheveled mess and looks to be about the same age as Karin. ”Pull yourself together,“ she growls, tugging him upright. ”You're meeting my chief.“

He blinks hard, then kneels down to pick up the broken parts of his glasses. ”Darn it. Broke again.“ Then he glances up at me. ”Oh, sorry! Sorry! Don't incinerate me! Please, Chieftain of Anica-zaasu!“ He bows multiple times, quite frantically.

I have to hold a hand up to my mouth and look away to keep from laughing out loud at his reaction. ”Incinerate you?“ I finally ask, once Karin kicks him to put him in check and make him stop bowing. ”I'm not- Why would I even-?“ I can't even manage to ask the question. ”That's a ridiculous thought, and I'm appalled that you would even contemplate it. I'm not that barbaric.“

”Even if you throw your advisors into the moat after a meeting when they irritate you?" asks a familiar voice. Great. An advisor. And not just any advisor. It had to be the one who disliked me the most.

Karin cracks a rare smile and tugs the Bochaan boy away and towards my bedchambers. “Let's go leave the chief to his work,” she instructs as he starts to follow her like a lamb led to the slaughter. Somehow, that made her look even more enchantingly beautiful and dangerous. No, what was I thinking? Chiefs and Assassins can't marry. And she's a halfbreed, for the gods' sake! But why was she so beautiful today to me?

“Chieftain Chama. Your duty calls,” says the advisor, breaking me from my thoughts. He gives me a little scowl, which I return with a hot glare, which he shrinks from.

“What all do I need to do?” I ask, already knowing what the list was before he asked. I just liked to annoy him by making him recite it out loud. “Starting from right now.”

He gives an exasperated sigh. I know it's going to be a long day by the length of his sigh. Great.

And so, the day started with a, quite literal, bang. That bang, you might ask, was most likely Karin. What had happened to her? I won't find out until we see each other sometime later.

I went from meeting to meeting, from stall to stall, and from one end of the city to the other. By the time evening came and the festivities started, I was ready to just go and find Karin and ask her to assassinate me. Which she would never do. But I was ready to ask her about if she would take me up on that offer, even if she would flat out refuse. Sadly, I was also tempted to incinerate at least the advisor's robes, if not his receding hair, just to make things more interesting. At least the marketplace was interesting, and I managed to snatch up some sweets to share with Karin during the evening's festivities, paying for them like any normal person would, despite the stall-keeper's insistence that I keep the money because it was most likely going to be going back into the government, at any rate. I refused and even forced them to keep the change by running off and after the advisor before he got upset with me for not staying up with him.

Karin's back is to me as I approached. She has a glass of wine in her hand, and is holding onto the Bochaanese boy from earlier in the day by the scruff. “Chieftain,” she says, as I come over to her, holding the sweets I had bought behind my back. She sounds a little… drunk? There was definitely a slur to her words. Peculiar.

“Are you alright?” I ask, forgetting about my day. Karin glances over her shoulders at me, and I realize exactly what may have happened to her when she was in my bedchambers. She was sporting a black eye, and a bandage over her temple. “What- What happened?” I ask, stunned.

“Zayne and necromancy. Don't ask.” She slurs with a grimace. “The wine's helping a tad.”

“I really… You shouldn't get drunk, you know.” I gently pluck the glass of wine out of her hand before she can drain it completely. She rolls her eyes at me and waves the hand I just freed, sparks suddenly flying from her fingertips. “Karin…” I warn, frowning and moving to stand in front of her. Her cheeks are flushed. Whether it's the wine or embarrassment that I'm seeing her in such a state, I'm not sure. But I knew there was more color to her cheeks. “In all the years I've known you, you have never gotten drunk. Why now? And especially in public?”

Zayne decides then and there to try speaking up. He had fixed his glasses earlier, apparently, because they were now perched on his nose quite precariously. “There is a reason as to why she is drunk, only… I don't know, either. But I got her to do the night light thing with my special crystal. She likes to make it blink.” He points to the hand that was gripping his collar. “It's in that hand.”

“Shut your mouth,” Karin grumbles, switching hands so she can hold out the crystal for me to see. I take the star-shaped crystal from her hand and examine it.

“Can you make it blink for me?” I ask, knowing full well, that, in any other situation, she would flat out refuse and run off. I place it back in her outstretched hand.

Karin bites her lip, but does what I want, making a quiet, “Pew-pew,” sound as she makes it blink, pointing it at me, then at the pale boy. I cannot help but smile at her reaction.

“What's with that sound?” I ask, struggling to keep myself from laughing at the ridiculousness of the situation.

Karin flushes all the more as she forces the star-shaped crystal into Zayne's hand. He, too, is struggling to not laugh at how she had reacted to making it blink. I can't help but grin at her. She mutters something I can't hear

“Pew-pew!” Zayne blurts, starting to laugh. “Pew-pew-pew! Pew-pew! Pew! Pew-pew-pew-pew!” He points the crystal at Karin before she snatches it away from him.

“Quit it,” she snarls drunkenly. “Or I'm gonna pew-pew you in the heart so you won't be bothering me ever again, mister necromancer. Now stop laughing.”

I can't help but join Zayne in his laughter.

Karin releases Zayne and throws her hands up into the air. “Not you, too! I'm going to play with Fen.” She starts to stalk off, but I snatch her sleeve and pull her close. Perhaps a little too close. I can smell the sweet scent of honeyed wine on her breath, the scent of blood that's actually now staining the outside of the bandage on her brow, the smell of flowers and seawater in her hair, and the soft, clean scent of vanilla, lavender, and mint cutting through it all from her lotion. “Chieftain…” she slurs warningly.

Everything around us fades into the background for a long moment. All I can see is her bright teal eyes, shot through with veins of gold and bright red. I never realized just how red-gold her right eye was compared to her left until now. Her brow wrinkles, and she tries, albeit weakly, to push me away from her as her eyes close and she leans in towards me. Her soft golden-brown hair brushes against the skin of my collarbone as she presses her head to my chest. My heart is beating like it wants to burst out of my chest. I know she can hear it, and I wish it would stop pulsing so hard, but it won't. Then she nuzzles her head against my formal robes, making my face burn like the fires I can summon.

Suddenly, the fireworks begin. I barely even hear them over the sound of my heartbeat and the combined sound of Karin's and my breathing. All there is in the world is us. Nothing else exists here in this time and place. Nobody but us.

All too soon, the fireworks end, and Karin slumps against me. So much for my treats for us to share… But, wait. Her hands are sneaking around to find my own. “Sweets?” she mumbles into my chest. I slide my hand against hers and let her take one of the sweet cakes out of my hand. “Thanks,” she whispers, before leaning back and taking a bite.

“Here. Let's sit down,” I offer, slowly moving us onto a bench so we can sit together. The Bochaanese necromancer hovers nearby, apparently trying to stay near the nearby floating lantern that hangs above the bench. Karin leans her head against my side, and I wrap my arm around her narrow shoulders. Before I realize it, Zayne has my sweet, but I don't care. Karin falls asleep against me, and I take her sweet and finish it off for her.

She won't ever remember this festival day, I hope. But I know I will, for all eternity.

Are You Sure This Is A RP And Not A Story?

well, if you want proof, just go to the blood tells no lies rp studio… you’ll find rps with these characters.

also please don’t quote an entire story haha, makes it harder to scroll through

Definitely.

H E A D C A N O N S
tribe-related headcanons

I've been having a variety of headcanons for Blood Tells No Lies, and I'll be recording them and posting them here I guess . I'll try to separate them by category! Feel free to let me know which ones are correct, which ones are downright wrong, and which ones you'd like clarification on.

- Naaen and Cae-Rinsu are allied
- Anica-Zaasu is typically sort of hostile and doesn't have any clear alliances
- Naaen and Anica-Zaasu do NOT get along, at all, whatsoever. They despise each other.
- Some Bochaannese are sort of ‘high and mighty’ over how their power of magic-casting takes much longer to master and is more powerful than the other tribes.
- Rii-Muu is sort of smaller/more chill than the other tribes - in genereal and when it comes to the war.
- Anica-Zaasu is all for the war effort, for the most part
- Naaen food is filled with spices! I like to imagine it as being like ancient mongol empire food, fused with seafood, fused with japanese food??
- Bochaan, being inland, is more farming-centered.

- Bochaan is a little colder than the other tribes- no warm sea currents, no volcano or anything…
- Pale skin is more common in Bochaan than other skin colors.
- Bochaan food is comparable to contemporary and ancient European food.
- Anica-Zaasu values honor, community, and strength most. Those who cannot contribute to the community are considered deadwood and frowned upon.
- Naaen values friendliness, adventure, and courage most. Those who frighten easily are either disliked or advised to gain a bit of bravery. Naaen is also rather patriotic, in general.
- Cae-Rinsu values health, tranquility, and truth. Those who are prone to violence, or those who are dishonest are avoided and guilt-tripped.
- Bochaan values knowledge, education, and skilledness/talent most. Everyone is expected to become very skilled in whatever field they are born in or work their way into.
- Rii-Muu values family most - as in, what family you belong to is sort of your sub-tribe, and you're bound to help your family over all else. There are some family rivalries. Blood is thicker than the water of the rivers. Those who choose something else over their family are considered selfish.
- Cae-Rinsu is almost entirely forested, and people often use trees as road signs .
- Cae-Rinsu is largely made of scattered villages and small towns, with a few massive estates .
- Cae-Rinsu has a larger population of medium-skin-toned people than other skin tones.
- The chieftan of Naaen lives in a houseboat.
- The chieftan of Bochaan lives in a really nice palacy type thing.
- Bochaan has a few urban, advanced cities and large, expansivie rural areas.
- Naaen has the most pubs, with Bochaan in second.
- The best wine is said to come from Bochaan.
- Anica-Zaasu has a larger population of dark-skinned people than light-skinned people.
- Anica-Zaasu is kind of tropical, in comparison to the other tribes- they export a wide variety of tropical foods such as bananas, mangos, guavas, coconuts… the largest importers are Cae-Rinsu and Naaen.
- Naaen's culture can seem a little pirate-y at times, but if you accuse any Naaen of theft, they will likely take offense.
- Rii-muu is sort of the baby tribe- the other tribes are more prominent.
- Due to the massive amounts of merchants and other technically-foreigners, Naaen is the most diverse tribe.
- Due to their tight borders, Anica-Zaasu is the least diverse tribe.
- Those of mixed-tribe origin are typically frowned upon or discriminated against - except in Naaen, where no one's really sure who's family is really from Naaen and whose isn't.
- Anica-Zaasu is the most conservative tribe, and Naaen the most progressive.

I really like these headcanons! I think that's probably the most accurate possible to what it's probably most like. There's nothing I'm really going to protest about, since they're fairly close to the reality of the world.

kitty_coolness_123 wrote:

I really like these headcanons! I think that's probably the most accurate possible to what it's probably most like. There's nothing I'm really going to protest about, since they're fairly close to the reality of the world.

ah good that I'm sticking to the source material haha– I've been having a lot of these, actually, so later I'll try and post more!

- some quick information on the Nauvez family for reference purposes! -


general information / family history:
-The Nauvez family is part of a sub-population of the Naaen tribe that travel in fleets (generally families, but not necessarily!)
of mostly small-to-medium sized boats and are able to stay almost indefinitely in the open ocean, although usually only go up to a few months at a time.
-This lifestyle was developed mainly to escape the frequent wars and that is still a major part of it - during peacetime, individual vessels and people often split off and have occupations along the coast or even inland, but when a war threatens, the fleet joins up and heads out together.
-Many fleets, including the Nauvez family, mostly make a living through fishing and trade, but many others have more specialized occupations that have evolved from the needs of the open-sea lifestyle (farming aquatic plants, whaling, herding wooly seals for textiles and clothing, for example). Generally an entire fleet is involved in the occupation, and it's quite common for people to move to different fleets following their own interests.

-it's a relatively small fleet, but does have one large central ship that carries most of supplies and has somewhat more spacious rooms as well as better medical facilities - small children and their parents, senior citizens, and people who need more intensive medical attention live there. It's also used for family gatherings - the family isn't too large so everyone can fit easily on deck. Larger ships like this one tend to spend all their time at sea and never come in to the coasts, instead relying on smaller vessels to transport people and supplies back and forth.
-larger fleets tend to have a “home base” ship - the larger kind - as well as a smaller (but still sizable) and faster “flagship” for inter-fleet relations, but for the Nauvez fleet and other smaller fleets, generally one boat serves both functions. The Nauvez home base/flagship is called the Paloma, but plenty know it as the Palo for short.

notable characters (just the ones I've given enough thought so far):

Altair Nauvez
-The youngest cousin in this group (about 18 to 19)
- she's cheerful, energetic, and very passionate about her interests, and has a rebellious streak and tends to make a lot of decisions on impulse as well as not thinking things through, but is flexible enough to work around it somehow
-has earth manipulation (best at a combination of sand and a specific type of salt, which matches some patches of the ocean floor) powers that were relatively strong and have improved with frequent practice - her aircraft is designed so she can use her powers to operate it
-as she grew up, Altair always chafed against her family's expectations and often got into fights because of that. After one particularly bad argument, she overheard her parents complaining about the wars, and, fueled entirely by spite and rebelliousness, ran away to join the army. Although she turned out to be absolutely useless in any combat-related fields, her strong earth manipulation and general enthusiasm got her put into a top-secret project (with collaborators from allied tribes) to develop flying machines for military use. She immediately got incredibly into it, and when news of the dissolving of an alliance and the cancellation of a project reached her and her friends, she was the one who suggested taking all their work and literally flying away so they could keep going. Although they ultimately succeeded and are now using their further refined flight engines to run a very low-profile but profitable delivery service, this has brought Altair and her friends to the attention of at least three (possibly more) militaries, which might not be the best for her health in the long run.
-she finally returned home after several years away (swooped down from the sky and scared everyone to death, no less) and is reconciled with her family and visits often. Her family is delighted to have her back! (although everyone is getting a little worried about what exactly is going on between her and the military).

Coriolis “Cori” Nauvez
-The oldest cousin in this group (27, 28?)
-Nearest to Peri in age, and the two of them were close friends growing up
-While visiting a friend on a different fleet that was a farming operation, Cori developed a big interest in growing aquatic crops as well as raising plants in general, and moved over from the Nauvez fleet to pursue his interests. He's still close with Peri and the rest of his family and writes and visits often!
-The fleet he moved to has a small flock of wooly seals (a fictional variant of the fur seal?) and he is learning to process the wool into yarn and then into useful items, as evidenced by the seven sweaters Peri has that were all gifts from Cori.



[will update with more information as I go along or as it becomes needed!]

Alright, I'm gonna put up some Nomad information (caravans, cities… etc.) and info about the Kestral and Mistwalker families, as I've got names for the sibs, but not the parents……yet.

NOMAD INFORMATION

• The nomadic lands are known desert area, and are filled with beautifully and naturally sculpted picturesque dunes and stone bridges, pillars, and buildings created over time by the natural winds and by the winds produced by Nomads with the Aeromancing ability.
  
• In the caravans, each person with the ability must pull their weight by helping with constructing and holding the windscreens that protect them at night - for only a brief part - during the night watch, flying scout, and protecting their camps, utilizing wind. Those who cannot help in that way - mainly because they don't have the ability - clean, cook, and repair things.
  

KESTRAL FAMILY

• (DAD) Vestes ~ 52 years old, and a good father. He's as sweet as his daughters and a much stronger aeromancer than either of his sons. He is a cool breeze compared to his business partner and friend, Ryan Mistwalker.
  
• (MOM) Lavinia ~ 49 years old, and a sweet mother. She had a mellowing influence on Miurín, and was all of the children's teacher in the caravans before they moved to Alz Buran. She is now a stay-at-home mother, although she continues teaching in her spare time, with her three daughters who still live at home.
  
• (OLDER BROTHER) Jaren ~ 30 years old, and the biggest influence on Miurín, growing up. Based on what little his sister and parents have told Fletcher and the younger sisters, he is a troublemaker.
  
• (OLDER SISTER) Lisabet ~ 22 years old, and sweet like honey, with a kick like a mother bear when her siblings are endangered. She is bookish, and dives head-in on her studies like none of her other siblings, aside from her only younger brother.
  
• Fletcher ~ 18 years old, and acts more mature than his partner, at times. Kind and understanding, and much more good-natured than he appears. He is tall and thin, but do not underestimate him, or his skill. He has moderate powers but low control.
  
• (YOUNGER SISTER 1) Alana ~ 15 years old, and the fiercest little doll-like girl you can encounter.
  
• (YOUNGER SISTER 2) Tara ~ 10 years old, and a more mild blend of her two older sisters.
  
• (YOUNGER SISTER 3) Cora ~ 3 years old, and a wonderfully mild and sweet, but amazingly wise and intelligent despite her youth.
  

MISTWALKER FAMILY

• (DAD) - Ryan ~ 54 years old, and starkly different from his son. While Miurín is thin with broad shoulders and a somewhat meager appetite, Ryan is broad and barrel-chested, with a somewhat scruffy look and lacking in Naaen powers, although he has the family mystique that he passed on to his son. Has a hot temper, but thanks to his partnership with Fletcher's father, he cooled down somewhat, especially after the mysterious loss of his wife when Miurín was only about a year old.
  
• (MOM) - Deceased. Younger half-sister to Fletcher's mom. Seer who lost her Book permanently under mysterious circumstances and could not get a replacement for whatever reason. Suspicion lies towards the Seers' Council.
  
• Miurín - Seer, and has inherited the Mistwalker family mystique that has been passed down for centuries, since the ancient duchess, the ancient final king's sister had her own children. He is as pure-blooded as the future king, but as a Seer, is incapable of assuming a throne.
  

THE SHATTERED ROYALS

• Saville - (The Shattered King) 20 years old ~ twin to Ylana, he has not yet awakened an ability, although he's very much aware of others around him. He's very curious and inquisitive, and somewhat naïve. He's tall and with dark skin and hair, like his twin, although his hair has been slowly lightening over the years and is now a dark chestnut that he keeps cut close to his head, trying to keep this fact from getting out. His irises are like fractured diamonds, the very image of the last king, his ancestor. He's also very blunt, and extremely agile and light-footed.
  
• Ylana - 20 years old ~ twin to Saville, Ylana has already awakened aeromancing abilities. She's kind and brave, and a very calming influence. In addition, she and her brother have lived on the streets of Alz Buran for years, and they have managed to learn how to pick pockets and are clever enough to keep themselves safe. Because she never got true training in her ability, and doesn't know a thing about her inheritance, she isn't quite sure how to handle her ability in any other way than what she figured out. Her irises are very much like Miurín's, although they're also like fractured diamonds in their colors.
  

my giant reply got deleted D:

IIAIFSOIFHSOF I LOVE THE CONCEPT OF THE BOATS SO MUCHHHHh I can't wait to hear more about these two ha–

i feel sort of pressured to write about the Satannez family farms now rip

Oh no and I was looking forwards to your giant reply too D: !! but haha I'm glad you like the concept! if you'd like feel free to make your own fleet too haha, I put in a lot of room for customization and stuff - and no pressure but if you're up for it I'd love to hear about the Satannez family farms!

hhaha I'll continue work on it in a bit–