Pippa may have looked old enough to wield a sword, but her mind and heart were as young and free as a childs, and not accustomed to being kept indoors. How long had he been sitting on the hard floor like that? Behind him a young Matis sighed wistfully, her head leaning on her arm as she stared at the floor. Then Tei-Jeng sighed, decided hed sat in the lotus position for long enough, and heaved himself upright with a groan. The shadows behind the mask of another rather bored looking Zoraï moved as his eyes opened to slits, following the direction the two had just run off in, down the stairs to the dining hall. For a moment there was a clamor of noise as the two went racing through the living room, Salazar shouting threats and insults not meant for such young ears, then the sound of their boots faded and silence reigned once more, broken only by the music lilting from Fylons panpipes. They were all there, sprawled in various positions on the floor or on the couches, except for Salazar and Taniqa, the latter of which had found a way to entertain herself in the form of stealing the Matiss socks and hiding them, the aforementioned Matis chasing her around the Guild Hall trying to stop her from doing just that. Luminous magic shimmered in their sconces alongside painted drapes and glittering insect wings, casting blue highlights across the Homins assembled in the living room. The rest of them had remained inside the Guild Hall: an elaborate Matisian building, complete with varnished walls and floor, covered in a natural carpet of moss. On such a morning only Nuvad could have ridden off on patrol even when the land lay as still and as calm as a glassy lake, the guilds ever so vigilant leader had insisted on taking his mektoub out along his usual route to check for the presence of bandits, or worse: Kamists. Dew clung to the grass and shimmered on the great tree houses of Yrkanis, glimmering like gems in the early light. It had rained earlier that morning, a fine drizzle wetting the parched earth, drawing forth a fine mist from the very Roots themselves to grace the woods of Matia. It was a quiet day, and none of the Argo Navis had expected to see much action.
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