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  • Setting: Later in the day. July 12
  • Location: Southwest borderline
  • Form: Optime


  • Anger was an emotion though to be lost on the female Nomad. But this was certainly not the case. Over the course of her lifetime thus far, she had done considerably well to relinquish any reason to let that unflattering emotion surface, despite how many times it tried to rear itself. Deep breaths and an unflinching control were often the means to maintain her calm even during the worst of times. But even though methods lasted only for so long before the inevitable fallout came to.

    But this would not be one of those times. Rather she would save it and harness it for something useless. This was an anger like no other. Surely she could use it for something other than screaming into the wind. For starters, she could address the voice summoning one to the border. If anything needed doing it was certainly that. And as the ancestors would have it, her stomps on the earth had led her near it, intentionally or other.

    She breathed deeply to maintain her calm, reassuming the face of tranquility for the sake of donning a presentable appearance. Though she lacked her traditional garb, the symbols that marked her not only and Exultare, but a proud Nomad lead of her Family, she maintained the stature of one with confidence and certainty. Rather than the slump of a broken woman needing to cry her pain to the heavens. Such melodrama was unbecoming...

    What began as a dark speck before her eyes gradually grew to a full form with a faintly colored animal behind it. She raised her hand in greeting as she approached feeling little need to sound her welcome when her address was swift and her steps were near. Rather she waited until the full form was accompanied with detail, the unmistakable physique of a male with a horse and two soft looking creatures behind it. And odd cargo to have during travel. Perhaps this was a wanderer looking for rest?

    "Goodday to you," X'yrin offered politely, lowering her head humbly in greeting. "I am X'yrin, Issor-Alpha to the Nomads of Sangi'lak. May I know your name, stranger? And what has brought you to our borders..."


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