Sages Primed
A Scribe's Point of View
Research
The thump and scrape, thump, thump and scrape of digging tools beat in the background. The wooden handle of the pick axe felt dry and aged. Overturned earth spread its aroma into the air, old and musty, but at the same time, it signaled the uncovering of something new.
Beside the archeological site, a tree stretched into the highest part of the canopy. The splintered wood scattered on the ground betrayed its pain. Lightning had left the tree bald at the top. It could no longer be the tallest in the forest. Branches hung bare, and some spots bore no branches at all. What had it lived through over its long life? Tell me your secrets, and share your story.
"Junah, stop daydreaming and help dig!"
Stephen turned to Zeshi, "he does this when he doesn't want to work."
Junah couldn't break away yet. The urge to take a deep breath surged through him as the vision started. Figures danced around a pond. No, it was a rectangular fountain. The city around the figures burned, but they rejoiced. Their celebration turned to panic as a silvery dragon surged through the trees. Lightning twisted their forms and skipped across the fountain.
"Junah! Hey, are you ok?" Zeshi grabbed his arms and shook him. The patch of scales on the left side of her face flickered with energy in the sun.
"Woah, no. Don't be unleashing that chaos here." Stephen pushed Zeshi back and pulled Junah away from the tree.
The air smelled sweet and fresh like a storm had just rolled through. The trio looked at each other with concern while waiting for the smell to dissipate. No one questioned the incident, magic was weird and could be dangerous. They had almost set something off, best to let it pass.
Zeshi spoke first, "We still need to catalog fourteen artifacts from the dig site for the Master Sage and there are at least three more to dig up. I'm cataloging. Junah, you take a turn digging."
Junah nodded. He had not intended to get the group off track and dove into the task to make up time and credibility. The pendant on his necklace danced under his shirt as he swung the pickaxe. The silver band held a small dragon charm. The dragon bounced and swirled while the scribes worked their site. Thump and scrape, thump, thump and scrape.
Student Life
The broom swished on the stone floor of the Avast Library. It had an almost metallic sound to it. The stiff bristles rang out a quiet harmony with each swipe. The Hallkeeper stepped in time with the broom. Thump and swipe, swipe and thump. Thump and swipe, swipe and thump.
All the heads of the scribes in the classroom were looking down, working on assignments. Junah got up from his table, curious about the beat in the hallway. After the Sage's lecture the scribes had free time to catch up on assignments and research. No one would mind if he stepped out.
He greeted the Hallkeeper with a smile and some ribbing."Supur, when will you set that broom on automatic?"
"Ah, Master Sage, I would miss the simple pleasure of cleaning up after you." Supur was not above returning the ribbing.
Magic training did not interest the Hallkeeper, but he had a good sense of the energy buildup around him. The Library relied on Hallkeepers to prevent any dangerous convergence of enchantments.
"I'm not even a Sage yet, Supur." Junah reminded the Hallkeeper, vaguely aware that it was just the Hallkeeper's favorite nickname for him.
Supur had lived in the Wildlands for many years. As a Sogut, he had honed those senses, warding off the dangers hidden in the forests. When he came to Etonia, skills like his were in short supply and quickly identified.
Junah asked, "How is the hum today?"
"Check it out for yourself," Supur replied.
The hallkeeper turned the broom upside down so Junah could touch the bristles. The individual strands tapped against Junah's hand like a gentle rain.
Junah closed his eyes to feel the beat and commented. "It's nearly full."
The hallkeeper reached into his pocket. The metal links of the necklace rambled their tune as they stretched into the air. A small silver dragon charm danced from the dangling necklace. The hallkeeper handed the necklace to Junah.
"Young man, you have always impressed me with your empathy toward magic and people. This is a gift for your upcoming graduation. Plus, you should have one when you head into the forest on your senior research trip. My people use charms such as these in the forest to keep balance."
The young scribe stood in the hall, eyes locked on the charm. Supur smiled at Junah. The dragon continued its dance as it hung from the necklace. The Hallkeeper stepped down the hall with a thump and swipe, swipe and thump.
Lovely little scetches.
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