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|who=Z'kiel, Z'kiel{{!}}Ahtzudaeth<br />
|what=Ahtzudaeth is satisfied with his soothsaying abilities. Z'kiel, not so much.<br />
|where=Galleries, High Reaches Weyr<br />
|involves=High Reaches Weyr<br />
|day=4<br />
|month=2<br />
|turn=39<br />
|IP=Interval<br />
|IP2=10<br />
|gamedate=2015.10.25<br />
|quote=<< Trust me. >><br />
|mentions=Ellerey, Faryn, Jocelyn, Torlynna,<br />
|type=Vignette<br />
|icons-new=Icon Z'kiel.jpg, Icon Ahtzudaeth Sly.png<br />
|log=He was busy the night before.<br />
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Ivory cording. Beads. Paper. Ink. <br />
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Z'kiel sucked his teeth and made the bracelets, mindful to keep his thoughts clear. Hopeful. Full of good tidings.<br />
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It was hard - but Ahtzudaeth insisted.<br />
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Three bracelets.<br />
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Three notes.<br />
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Three Candidates.<br />
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''Are you sure?''<br />
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<< Trust me. >><br />
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He trusted - and Ahtzudaeth proved trustworthy.<br />
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Z'kiel sat as close to the front as he could, shoulders rolled forward. Brazen hummed away in his nest of scarves; Ahtzudaeth hummed away from his perch. The bronzerider tugged a necklace out from under his shirt and ran his thumb over the beads there; three beads, for now. Three.<br />
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Ahtzudaeth had picked the beads out, had insisted on keeping a record.<br />
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Spinnerwebbed purple glass.<br />
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Cracked silver.<br />
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Amber with something inside.<br />
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Jocelyn. Torlynna. Ellerey.<br />
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He sucked his teeth and rubbed the beads and watched with breath that was more often held than not. There were the three - and one more. He watched ''her'' more than the others, his forehead knitted up tight. There was no bead nor bracelet for her - but there should have been.<br />
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<< The order is wrong, >> Ahtzudaeth mused absently.<br />
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Z'kiel caught himself rubbing at the bridge of his nose.<br />
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''Does it matter?''<br />
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<< It might. >> A beat. << It might not. >> Enigmatic murmurings drifted, flecks of dust mingling with motes of light that danced and shimmer with ''anticipation'' and ''possibilities.''<br />
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With ''hope.''<br />
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Torlynna first.<br />
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Then Jocelyn.<br />
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Ellerey.<br />
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''How...?''<br />
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But the bronze offered no more than a good-natured chuckle and a flicker of light. <br />
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Torlynna. Jocelyn. Ellerey. But not- no.<br />
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While Ahtzudaeth's thoughts swirled with satisfaction, Z'kiel's twisted. He looked from the broken shells to those Candidates that remained. His jaw tightened for just a moment - and then he pushed to his feet.<br />
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Ahtzudaeth asked no questions - which suited him just fine.<br />
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Z'kiel wasn't in a mood to tell him to go fuck himself.<br />
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Not when there was someone else he needed to talk to.<br />
|Categories=Hatching Logs<br />
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