The Seven Keys.

[Vixandra]

Cali

I yawned, the sleepless night before catching up with me. "If its all the same to you, I'll just lay down for a quick cat nap. Don't think Tenora would mind."

I curled up on the bed, giving a sigh as I let myself fall asleep. I could go for a couple of days without it, but might as well get the rest when I could. Something told me things were going to heat up in the next few weeks, to say the least.

 

[Vixandra]

Cali

I awoke from my nap to find Yris still at the book, flipping pages almost rhythmically.
"Did you know you get the cutest little furrow in your brow when you read like that? Find anything yet?"

 

[LadyRozes]

Within the tree ...

OOC: sorry it took so long guys I havent been able to make it to a puter .. and I am going to deliever any day now ..

Tenora hoovered around her son and watched him flip through her precious diary as though he was going to kill it. she smirked. Just as Cali woke from her nap Yrismir flipped the page again and there laid an odd looking poem.. an odd thing seeeing as the events that Tenora had been recounting at that moment was a fierce battle with some very angry sentients..

"Ride of Aldear"

there are visions, there are memories
There are echoes Of thundering hooves
there are Fires, there is laughter
there's the sound of a thousand doves

in the velvet of the darkness
By the silhouette of Silent trees
They are watching, They are waiting
They are witnessing Life's mysteries

Cascading stars on the slumbering hills
They are watching as far as the sea
Riding O'er the land We can feel its gentle hand
Leading us to its destiny

Find the answers ask the questions
Within the Roots of an ancient tree
Take my memory Take my wisdom
I'll ride on till the moon meets the Sea

There are visions There are memories
The are echoes of antiquity
There are rituals There are prayers
All to meet your destiny

I will lead you on this Journey
Where the boundries of time are now tossed
In the cathedrals of the forest
In the words of the toungues now Lost

Write the roles write the rules
All the things that you need
On the skin of the life of the ancient tree
Find the answers ask the questions....
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Tenora watched and waited to see if her son would see what she had been wanting him to ..

 

[The GrandMage]

Yrismir and...Poetry. The joy...

Yrismir sighed, and turned to his mother's spirit just looking down at him, he turned back to the poetry and set the book down, raising his hands to rub at his eyes. "Mother, you know I hate poetry. I can't stand poetry. If there's one thing in the world I hate, it is poetry. It says nothing plainly, contorts its message to fit into the melody it's written in, and breaks apart thoughts to fit the rhythm of the lines. You could have warned me that all this was leading to a poetic clue about how to gain knowledge, and, int seems, memories?"

He looked over the poem once again, his right eye twitching the way it had when he'd been forced to read poetry as a younger man. "So, I'm supposed to write something in the tree's bark? By all the Gods, mother. Roles, rules? What is this?"

He tossed the book lightly onto the bed, and flopped obnto it, staring at the ceiling. "I'm a soldier, Mother. Always have been. Even when I was younger. If it didn't get right to the point by the third sentance, I just stopped reading it. Why did you pick me for this? Why not some scholar?"

He sighed. "What do you want me to do? You know I have no clue what this means. I can see it's there, plainly enough.Visions, memory, across time, journey, destiny. I see it's there, and I know what you're trying to give me, but I don't see how I'm supposed to get it,...I never see how I'm supposed to get it."

 

[LadyRozes]

Tenora looked down at her son tenderly.. "because I have faith in you and your wisdom and leadership.. sometimes things need new eyes to see things properly ... find the answers .. ask the questions.. hmm.. think My son think.. I have faith you will find your answers .. if not you .. maybe your friends.. You know you can always find me here.. "
With that Tenora faded... the sound of her voice echoeing "Find the answers .. ASK the questions.."

 

[The GrandMage]

Yrismir

Yrismir sighed, and got to his feet. He lifted the book, scanning over the poem to commit it to memory, and placed the diary back where he'd found it.He looked around the room, and sighed, moving towards the doors.

"The problem is, mother, my questions are never the ones you want."