<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/65IEnCn.png)</div><br/><strong>Character name</strong>: Astir Blakkr Tungl<br/><strong>Who:</strong>Zherghan, Open<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Kayax<br/><strong>When: </strong>Morning<br/><hr/><br/><br/>As he approached he noticed Zherghan straiten up and he seemed bigger somehow. While it had the effect of making him more cautious he continued to advance with the easy stride of a man who knows his physical capabilities. Zherghan unnerved him, scared him even but he wouldn't let even his own fear get in his way when it came to something, someone who was very important to him. He had fought against fear all his life. He was aware enough of his gift to know a few useful ancient words of magic and how to cast the bones but he knew little beyond the natural talent given to him by his mother. It was true he had his demons to fight with his god given ability and part of it was his rejection of everything to do with it. Zherghan had helped him at least have a better understanding of it and had taught him how to cast the bones so that he may better assist him when he needed. Of course he never did so of his own free will, rather Ts'itu had to give a direct order. He understood that Zherghan was trying to help him, he just had turned his back on it years and years ago for his own reasons.<br/><br/>"I am saying that the two are not unconnected! She's only one person and she needs to rest. It will throw the entire pack into disarray if she's not able to lead." It was true that he and Nesii could handle things should Ts'itu be unable. However that wasn't the point. He hated watching Ts'itu suffer. There was a certain amount of suffering a leader takes on along with other burdens but he would to anything and everything he could to help her shoulder that burden. It hurt him to see those he loved suffer. His family, his pack was everything in the world to him. It was the sun, moon and stars of his universe.<br/><br/>Astir began to follow Zherghan as he walked past him in an effort to try to talk him into at least waiting until Ts'itu had some proper rest but before he could say anything Zherghan gave him his warning. He stopped in his tracks. Those words haunted him. How did he know about that dream? The one he had been having sense they left? he took a step after him but by then the man was already almost out of hearing. He cursed darkly and his fists clenched, a tension running the length of his back and settling in his shoulders before he took a breath and let it out, willing himself to relax at least his body. Very few people made him feel as powerless and as exposed as Zherghan did, seeing right through him into his heart. He had no doubt that Zherghan saw the child who grew up too fast and learned the hard way life wasn't a field of dreams.<br/><br/>He started to walk. The knowledge that Zherghan would not spare Ts'itu but lay cold realities at her feet didn't make him feel any better. The encounter, as many other such encounters left him feeling cold inside and his guts uneasy. Zherghan was right though, he had felt and heard the whispers on the wind sense before they left. he heard them even still. Death and blood. He shivered and shook his head trying to shake himself free of the things he wished he didn't know.<br/><br/>At times like this he needed something to occupy his hands and mind. He decided to help set up for the party tonight. He was so preoccupied he nearly ran right into Mikla. He blinked and noticed Skrida and Nilteni were with him. "Sorry..." he said and then wondered what the three of them were up to. "Where are you guys off to?" he asked in as friendly a tone as he could manage given that he was disturbed by current events.