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    Dare First Flight, Hospitality

    The one called Pava paused in the act of removing his eye covering. The corners of his mouth twitched in resemblance of a frown, and he stewed on those words. Waited. Considered. His knowledge of these kin’s sensibilities was lacking still. Perhaps he gauged their reaction too favorable, too...
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    Dare First Flight, Hospitality

    "Just beasts," came the echoing trill of chirping laughter. It crackled from the one called Pava's throat. "A joke, yes?" he said. Laughter, he surmised, followed jokes after all. Perhaps he was beginning to understand mortal speech. Abrupt, his demeanor shifted. Mirth was stifled, silenced...
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    Dare First Flight, Hospitality

    That edge of panic slipped from Pava's features. Each hard plane of his topography softened, brows unfurling in a placid veil to mask surprise. That phrase, pay for protection, it rung close to the tribute his master sought. Perhaps he had no need to visit these Shawlings directly. A liaison, a...
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    Dare First Flight, Hospitality

    The one called Pava frowned. He aroused their suspicions, a flaw within his mimicry. Perhaps more than his eyes were ill-affected by the shifting. A deeper scrutiny of the badger made him wonder if his true visage would better disarm them, but he dismissed the notion. Revealing himself now in...
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    Dare First Flight, Hospitality

    "Thank you, Arev," the one called Pava said, a hollow warmth in tone. He cupped his hands around the bottom of the bowl and peered into its contents behind the cloth, smelling it more than soaking in any visual stimuli. Chunks of meat and vegetable and starch cut through a veil of fat and froth...
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    Dare First Flight, Hospitality

    It occurred that these creatures often carried belongings with them. Packs and pans, food, weapons, blankets, furs, an endless array of pocket-sized goods. Coins, perhaps, or some manner of toys that demanded space in pockets and purse. He made note of each, head craned in curiosity as he...
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    Dare First Flight, Hospitality

    Winter stormed in grays and white far above the Mheara. In drifts of snow turned rain and sleet, in gales of wind that thundered across the open vales and valleys below, the month called Miersoldat made itself manifest. The one called Pava held himself above the clouds, languid as he traversed...
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    Pava, Roc of Rangan

    The one called Pava is neither the first or last of its name. This Pava, one of many, escaped perpetuity. Born of a cyst upon Rangan's back, the emptied pus and ichor breathed life into the skin of a roc. In stories traded by those of Mershawl, living under the Mheara's shadows and beneath the...
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