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mitochondriaayaWho: Garan, Aya, Any?
When: Two weeks before official 'graduation'.
What: It's Garan's fault, really.
Garan sat easily on his haunches and poked one thick nailed finger at her forehead. This was the third time he'd done it, and it was making it remarkably hard to pretend she was sleeping. They'd barely gotten back to the academy, after two years afield with the newcomers and the Marat, learning language and the like, she had EARNED a bit of relaxation! AND THAT MEANT NAPS! "WHAT?!"
"You are wasting time," her friend and roommate at the academy laughed. "Do you really want to sit here for two weeks?"
"I'd considered it, I think you rigged the straws, flea bag, I got to play runner while you watched kids..." for most of two years! She rarely pulled the long straw! Feh, her luck couldn't be that bad could it? Granted, some of it hadn't been too bad, she'd actually liked observing the newcomers and serving as Magnus's aide, but there had been...a lot of running. And quite a bit of extension to their planned academy terms. "Convince me quick, Gen, or I'll bite you."
"With your little teeth? Hah," he growled a chuckled and thumped his knuckles on her head, "remember the rubbings? Back before we went to Apia with the Maestro?"
"...there were a lot of rubbings, Gen."
"Not the ones he wanted us to focus on?"
She ran a hand through her hair and sat up, fixing a glare on her partner before sighing, "The ones from the edge of the Feverthorn Jungle you mean."
"Yes, and? You're the puzzle cracker, I'm maths, don't tell me you haven't been thinking about it."
Puzzles, mysteries...yeah, she'd been thinking about it. Even as a new language crammed it's way into her mind and the children had gotten old enough to cause trouble with a whole new group of young things, she'd puzzled over. "I have a few ideas," she admitted.
"Apia, and the Romanic Arts, are Magnus's name," Garan noted, leaning back against his own bed, "and in two weeks we graduate and get shuffled off to being aides for the ambassadors to Clan Lenna. Two weeks."
"Two weeks and we lose any say in the matter," Aya noted, eyeing him. "We're expected to relax for two weeks."
"Relaxing takes several forms."
"...so, the rubbings," she sighed, pulling on her boots. "I think I have an idea."
"Thought you might," he grinned, Aleran style, then scooped up his pack. "I left notes for the Maestro and the Clan letting them know we'll be away."
"...I'll leave a note here as well. You know some will come looking anyway, and this way the locations will be noted," she sighed. They knew where the rubbing shad been taken after all, where to start...
"...you think we'll die?"
"I think it's a good thing I'm good with water furies," she laughed, flashing her own teeth, Canim style. "That jungle kills people."
"That jungle holds a secret," he countered.
"Yeah, and what I think...?" she mused, "...is that they don't run math in tens like us."
"...really?!"
"Elevens. The rubbings...I think it's elevens. Two hands, one head, elevens. That'll start us on the right path...maybe. Or kill us."
"Well, I'll go first anywhere we go?" he laughed. "And you keep me alive?"
"Deal," she chuckled. "I assume you already got transport?"
"All my savings," he agreed. "I used yours for supplies..."
"...I hate you," she noted genially, sketching out a note and tossing the pencil at him as a matter of course. "I was going to do something useful with that!"
"This is useful!" he laughed and scooped her up, heading for the door. "We don't have to get far you know, just enough to prove some theories...and then students can research our theories!And we won't be adjuncts and maybe later diplomats..."
"You just think this will make some nice warrior bloodlines look at you as a mate in a hundred years..." she teased, flopped over his shoulder as they ran.
"...that too. But hey, I can ask some warriors look at you too maybe?"
"Thrilled."
"Good!"
The jungle was going to eat them, yes.
When: Two weeks before official 'graduation'.
What: It's Garan's fault, really.
Garan sat easily on his haunches and poked one thick nailed finger at her forehead. This was the third time he'd done it, and it was making it remarkably hard to pretend she was sleeping. They'd barely gotten back to the academy, after two years afield with the newcomers and the Marat, learning language and the like, she had EARNED a bit of relaxation! AND THAT MEANT NAPS! "WHAT?!"
"You are wasting time," her friend and roommate at the academy laughed. "Do you really want to sit here for two weeks?"
"I'd considered it, I think you rigged the straws, flea bag, I got to play runner while you watched kids..." for most of two years! She rarely pulled the long straw! Feh, her luck couldn't be that bad could it? Granted, some of it hadn't been too bad, she'd actually liked observing the newcomers and serving as Magnus's aide, but there had been...a lot of running. And quite a bit of extension to their planned academy terms. "Convince me quick, Gen, or I'll bite you."
"With your little teeth? Hah," he growled a chuckled and thumped his knuckles on her head, "remember the rubbings? Back before we went to Apia with the Maestro?"
"...there were a lot of rubbings, Gen."
"Not the ones he wanted us to focus on?"
She ran a hand through her hair and sat up, fixing a glare on her partner before sighing, "The ones from the edge of the Feverthorn Jungle you mean."
"Yes, and? You're the puzzle cracker, I'm maths, don't tell me you haven't been thinking about it."
Puzzles, mysteries...yeah, she'd been thinking about it. Even as a new language crammed it's way into her mind and the children had gotten old enough to cause trouble with a whole new group of young things, she'd puzzled over. "I have a few ideas," she admitted.
"Apia, and the Romanic Arts, are Magnus's name," Garan noted, leaning back against his own bed, "and in two weeks we graduate and get shuffled off to being aides for the ambassadors to Clan Lenna. Two weeks."
"Two weeks and we lose any say in the matter," Aya noted, eyeing him. "We're expected to relax for two weeks."
"Relaxing takes several forms."
"...so, the rubbings," she sighed, pulling on her boots. "I think I have an idea."
"Thought you might," he grinned, Aleran style, then scooped up his pack. "I left notes for the Maestro and the Clan letting them know we'll be away."
"...I'll leave a note here as well. You know some will come looking anyway, and this way the locations will be noted," she sighed. They knew where the rubbing shad been taken after all, where to start...
"...you think we'll die?"
"I think it's a good thing I'm good with water furies," she laughed, flashing her own teeth, Canim style. "That jungle kills people."
"That jungle holds a secret," he countered.
"Yeah, and what I think...?" she mused, "...is that they don't run math in tens like us."
"...really?!"
"Elevens. The rubbings...I think it's elevens. Two hands, one head, elevens. That'll start us on the right path...maybe. Or kill us."
"Well, I'll go first anywhere we go?" he laughed. "And you keep me alive?"
"Deal," she chuckled. "I assume you already got transport?"
"All my savings," he agreed. "I used yours for supplies..."
"...I hate you," she noted genially, sketching out a note and tossing the pencil at him as a matter of course. "I was going to do something useful with that!"
"This is useful!" he laughed and scooped her up, heading for the door. "We don't have to get far you know, just enough to prove some theories...and then students can research our theories!And we won't be adjuncts and maybe later diplomats..."
"You just think this will make some nice warrior bloodlines look at you as a mate in a hundred years..." she teased, flopped over his shoulder as they ran.
"...that too. But hey, I can ask some warriors look at you too maybe?"
"Thrilled."
"Good!"
The jungle was going to eat them, yes.
