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    Private Winds of Wonder

    Excitement entraps the maven, and a trembling hand finds itself against the warm scales, watching the light dance between the plates of the creature. A sparkle- a dance of light, tapping against the scales, the heat pressed against his fingers, the thrum of this creature's 'voice'. It was truly...
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    Private Winds of Wonder

    The maven cracked their head, tilting a bit. Predatory.. horses. That are somewhere between a lizard and a horse in build. His mind was already trying to paint the visage in his head, having never encountered a drake horse before. Unconsciously, he blended things such as komodo dragons and...
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    Private Winds of Wonder

    "As you wish." the maven responded. But his voice is hesitant, and refrained. His vision stirred into a frown, brows curled. The duality of the feeling. One, the mixture of rejection, the feeling that his help was not wanted, And, that was a sore one. After all- how often had he wished to be...
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    Private Winds of Wonder

    He sits in the sand, attentive, eyes staying focused, nodding his head. His hand would gently squeeze, following the energy of the current, of the emotions. The tilt of his head let sandy locks fall and hang in the wind, capturing sunlight to steal all for itself. His eyes soften considerably...
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    Private Winds of Wonder

    Malachai heard him- but didn't understand. His face filled with perplexity, further inflamed by the rush of the water beneath him as it faded back into the ocean. The lights splashed around him, but instead of welcoming them and admiring their glamour, he cursed, trying to squint and discern the...
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    Private Winds of Wonder

    His ears did betray him indeed, and now so were his own. It wasn't intended, but he felt self conscious and aware for the deed of noticing. A guilt of sorts, mottled in the bottom of his stomach, bitter like coffee. Should he say something? Should he not? In the end, protocol, as he understood...
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    Private Winds of Wonder

    "Yes." Malachai's eyes settled on Walter for a moment, before glancing away, shyly as if he had peeked upon something he shouldn't have. It rests on the shell. He stood by his declaration though. "My journey, before today, before even the first time I met you, has been a cycle of life and...
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    Private Winds of Wonder

    Malachai took this as an invitation, not thinking twice of any implications or what sort of messaging he was spreading. He was in his element, his natural habitat. The breeze of a southern wind, mixed with the salt of the sea- the feeling of sea grass beneath his feet as he traversed. If one had...
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    Private Winds of Wonder

    There is a bit of shyness, a bit of a blush that comes to his cheek, as if admitting something about his own personal self was something delicate, that could disappear the moment you blink. "I am, Lord Walter. I do enjoy the beach quite a bit. The shifting color of sands, the twist of lights...
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    Private Winds of Wonder

    The maven observed Walter as the contraption shot off, doing exactly as Walter planned it so long ago. It was both a success, and a solace it felt. The noble looked so calm, relaxed. As if he finally got the answer, the completion he was looking for- and as an artist, Malachai could respect...
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    Private Winds of Wonder

    Malachai holds the energy, feeling the knot of magic he had ceremoniously assembled twist into chaos beneath his fingers, the subtle hum of the engines beneath his metallic fingers that let the manifestation stay alive within the twists. It's quiet hum competes with the rush of the tide, the...
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    Private Winds of Wonder

    A man of many oddities, perhaps one of them was how he interacted with the shroud. He knew the logic, the rules, the theories. He could recite a great many paper from Suldaza, enthrall someone with the concepts and practices from ancient cults, whisper endlessly about the ways the laws of...
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    Private Winds of Wonder

    His lips curl into the smile of his mouth, casting a gaze down towards Walter, mischief flickering in his eyes, dancing against the light like the laughter of fey- just out of reach, out of vision. "Whatever kind wants to come to us!" A whisper. "Inspiration is like the weather- you can't really...
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    "That is a shame. Perhaps maybe in your spare time, you can join me and the other Mavens for some art! I understand running an estate is never ending, but there's something to be said for the warmth of working with fellow friends, and I bet it would be a delightful experience seeing your mind at...
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    Private Winds of Wonder

    Malachai's sunny face started to turn beet red, the kind of color you'd find on a freshly cooked lobster. But, at least, it was held in place by a slightly giddy smile. "Well, you- you know. somewhere, out there, anywhere really, anything can happen." He had way more eloquent ways of saying...
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    Private Winds of Wonder

    The thing about Malachai, is that imagination bled from him, uncontrollably at times. Perhaps it was due to years of having to hobble from room, to room. Years of being left and forgotten outside, to burn or endure the sinking mud. Years of the shaking quake of his grip fighting his thoughts...
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    Private Winds of Wonder

    He didn't really understand Walter's desire to prepare him so well. Nor did he understand why he was called 'dear' right then and there. Then again- he didn't really frequent this region too much, and it most likely was just a custom or something. It just felt a little off. Perhaps a little more...
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    Private Winds of Wonder

    He felt.. exposed. As if Walter read his mind. Or, perhaps, he had truly started to lose his touch. Bother. But the question had him pause for a moment, his gaze thoughtful and perplexing. And- after a moment, he speaks, with the type of hushed, guided, romantic sort whisper that a poet would...
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    Private Winds of Wonder

    There is yet another forced, and uneasy smile. The kind of pathetic smile when a dog is unsure of what their owner was saying, but willing to try and do their best anyways. "Very.. kind of you. She sounds like a very interesting person." His stomach curdled as he forced out a more charismatic...
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    Private Winds of Wonder

    He goes to speak, but thinks twice against it, looking at his own hands, a soft frown. It was a familiar, isolating feeling that he had grown to accept over time. Because when his hands were crippled knobs and curls that resembled the eye of an oak tree- he sought to rid of himself of these...
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