Masur of As’lin :: The Mysterious Painting

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Masur of As’lin :: The Mysterious Painting

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The Seeker and his goddess traveled far. On foot, the only way Masur ever choose to travel, they saw a great multitude of things. Many wonderful things that, even in the time Masur had strode the Queen Mother, he’d never seen before.

He pointed towards a distant mountain range that spotted the horizon before them, “Look, another mountain range more vast than the ones back home.” He remembered the icy peaks of his homeland well enough, living amongst them for last long as he had.

Odea nodded, “Yes, word is that a new civilization has emerged there,” she placed her hand atop his head, running her fingers through his hair as a smile crept across his face.

A new civilization! He thought it was wonderful, “I’ve enjoyed my time away from home. We get to see so much, the Queen Mother’s face changes more and more as the years span on.” He wondered if he would get to see it before it was his time to return home.

Usually young dragons on their pilgrimage return when they are ready. Some achieve great feats and return with a grand tale of their endeavors. Others learn more about their connection to the Queen Mother, through their connection with Naten, and return as teachers to the next generation. Everyone returns when they are ready.

Masur was different. As the grandson of the chief, he was expected to return when the tribe needed him. As inheritor to the chiefdom of the Northern Silver Dragons, he was expected to prepare himself for the pressures of leadership.

It was... inconvenient when he requested leave, since it was so soon after his grandfather’s passing, but Masur needed the time to get away. Lale Caelora held the most precious memories of his grandparents and especially... his father. He couldn’t live there.

It was allowed, but with a restriction. He wasn’t allowed the freedom of time allotted to his coevals. When it was time for the inheritance proceedings to begin, he was expected to return. Whether he felt ready or not.

“I’m growing tired,” Odea voice broke his trance like trip down memory lane. He looked at her reassuring face, knowing she could tell he was lost in his own head.

“Me as well.” They didn’t need to sleep very often, but they enjoyed it all the same. It was relaxing to take a load off every month or so to really recharge the batteries. Today, however, after their encounter with Jae, Masur and Odea could really use the break.

Masur did not stop his stride, “I could set up a camp and-“

“A camp, husband?” Odea interrupted him there. Dismissively, she shook her head, “We’ve camped every time for months.”

Masur exhaled, not in a frustrated way but because he understood her protest, “We don’t come across humans very often.” So they rarely found lodging. Even when they did Masur felt uncomfortable if he wasn’t under the sky for too long.

Odea smiled coyly, “Turn your nose,” she proclaimed as she gently ushered his head over his right shoulder, “there.”

Confused, but trusting, he took a couple sniffs of the air. Wafting on the breeze was a scent he hadn’t caught in months. The gentle delicate scent of deliciously baked apples.

“Baked apples.” He said quietly.

“Baked apples.” His wife repeated, “Mean?” She asked.

“An oven.”

“An oven.” She repeated, “Meaning?” She asked.

Masur stopped in place and turned towards the direction the enticing aroma drifted from, “Humans are nearby.”

Odea nodded pleasantly, “Yes, which means we do not have to camp, husband.” She shuddered gleefully.

Masur began to tread in that direction without much delay, “Yes, you’ll get your bed and hot water.” Which was what she truly desired and what she deserved. Without her, the encounter with Jae would have ended very differently. He didn’t mind dealing with sleeping under wood for a while.

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The Arrival

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The Arrival

Though the whimsical smell of baked apples tickled the nose of the dragon and his pearl as if they were right before them, the pair had to travel quite a ways to get to where the smell actually originated. For minutes, or hours, Masur strode the face of the Queen Mother with his queen, and the mother of his children, set firmly, comfortably, and above all else safely upon his shoulder. There she was able to keep him occupied with conversation about how precocious their little Korra had become.

"Did she now?" The hearty dragon asked humorously, looking up to the woman perched on his shoulder.

Odea smiled wide, tossing a hand out to her side, "You never believe the stories I tell of our youngest. She's capable of much more than you think." This particular tale that she recounted happened when Masur was trapped on a separate dimensional plane. He could be near his family, physically, and connect with Odea, metaphysically, but he couldn't see or anything that occurred while he was away.

She told him, in much greater detail, about how she'd found Korra surrounded by birds as she soared through the air with them. Now this didn't seem out of the ordinary to Masur, seeing as how Korra was getting close to the age necessary to rediscover her dragon form. The extraordinary thing, in which Masur didn't believe, was that his youngest was flying without her dragon form. It sounded like a farfetch'd tale.

Masur shook his head dismissively, "No, it's not that I don't believe you." It wasn't that all, though in fairness he did believe his wife liked to embellish. "I've just never seen it."

Odea scoffed, "And just because you have not seen, you do not believe." Masur could hear the disbelief oozing from her sentence alone. He embarked on a journey from his homeland seeking a land he'd only seen in his dreams. Choosing to believe this land had to exist, even though he had not physically seen it himself. Masur was a man that found no trouble believing in what he hadn't seen.

He knew that’s what she was thinking, without asking her to clarify. It was just how their relationship worked, and she was right. That was also just how their relationship worked.

The seeker rolled his eyes around his head a while, shaking it from side to side as he did so, “You’ve gotten really good at that.” He admitted with a small smile.

“It’s been a long time.” Odea replied.

Still Masur retained a small amount of skepticism, pondering the possibility. It was unheard of among his people. For all intents and purposes these… humanoid forms were only capable of what a normal humanoid was. Some could fly, but the vast majority could not.

Korra did spend a lot of time around her siblings and parents when they were in combat. Perhaps she was beginning to harness the first signs of Sila Senpo. It was too earlier for Masur to tell, he was a couple years older when he first started and couldn’t muster anything as wonderful as flight.

He still couldn’t…

“Ma..ur… Masur… Zhol!” Odea commanded, snapping the Seeker’s attention and gaze to a lock with hers. Zhol: a name, a command, and a title. Seldom used, only in extreme situations.

Or when Masur got caught in his head. Odea placed her hands to his temples, which bulged with intense thought. He felt the air shift and change around him, energy surging from his arm and spreading across his neck and down his shoulder blades.

He breathed inward, taking a calming second to look into Odea’s calming orchid irises. As he did the energy faded as he regained control. It was a terrible habit of his to lose himself, thankfully Odea could pull him back.

A good time as well, Masur nose twitched before both he and Odea turned their heads towards the fading sun beyond the horizon. Eclipsed by its shadow, but not hidden from the sharp vision of The Seeker, was a mansion that loomed over what looked to be acres of an apple orchard.

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