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[indent][color=lightgray] As far as days went, this wasn’t the worst that could’ve happened.

This Kvarr man seemed to Shirik like he had enough common sense to recognize the difference between an argument and a fight. Unlike Nellara, who Shirik could tell was itching to grandstand the Ascendancy’s military might. Surprisingly enough, Esedel was greeting with amicability. And so was Kvarr. It said something about the way this would go when one of Silbermine’s greatest lapdogs was less willing to jump the gun- not that Shirik knew in blazes a gun actually was- than her superior Lord. A surprise, but a welcome one.

Even more surprising was that Shirik’s impromptu feast of fish was met with another. The Mythadians brought out vegetables and beer, and the Ascendancy soldiers brought out meat. If the Iriad had the capacity to smile, they would. This was [i]exactly[/i] what they had set out to do. The rift was a step less open now, and the people present were motivated to close it further. Motives that were perhaps... Ulterior, but when a door opens, anything can walk through it. Shirik was incapable of eating, and thus they simply knelt down among the others as they ate. Peacefully, they just existed and basked in the peace for which they lit the spark. They weren't the type to say "I told you so," but they'd definitely say it to Ixtaro right now.

They traced a glowing shape in the air out of raw heat, and the fire they produced earlier to cook their food was renewed. This was not a conventional technique used by Heat mages, as they normally used more somatic gestures in their magic like any ordinary mage. Then again, Shirik was not an ordinary mage. And perhaps that was why the Warden thought she recognized them. They looked at Esedel, holding eye contact with the woman. Shirik didn't feel threatened by her the way Zeynap or the others did, they had dealt with worse. 

[color=d68300]"Perhaps we did. Perhaps we didn't. I rarely remember interacting with people of rank."[/color] If that meant to be derisive, it didn't sound like it. Shirik didn't particularly care about militaristic individuals enough that they held any weight in their mind on a daily basis.

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