TheSurvivorOfFlames

"Sure you can join," Peorin said. "Heck, since you brought the bookies, we'd even name you second in command!" Ralinean, his spren, piped up happily.

"Oh, how we laughed and laughed!" Peorin said. "Except I wasn't laughing..." His spren turned away. "Under the circumstances I've been shockingly nice," He muttered.

"Well, here we are again," Lin morphed into a robotic-like structure that looked like it was supported by the ceiling. "It's always such a pleasure." Peorin finished. The machine turned to him. "Remember when you tried to kill me twice?"

"In that case," Peorin began. "We might as well join in." He nodded to his spren and it transformed into an Chinese official-looking older man riding a horse. "I've a girl back home who's not like any other!" Valinean sang.

"Guys?" Peorin's spren, Valinean, asked. "Can someone tell me how this whole singing thing got started from my name being mentioned?" "Maybe we chose the wrong faction..." Peorin whispered to the glowing figure on his shoulder.

"More like, 'All in Flavor'!" Peorin said then got the customary high five over the shoulder from Valinean.

Can we vote for Windrunner?

"So..." Peorin began. "Do we have a thread to place all of our theories in?" He snapped his fingers out to his side a bit as a nervous tic and people suddenly gasped as his hands burst into brilliant blue flames. "Because it seems that this really just deteriorated into a thread of peculiar tasting baked goods and falling on-" he paused as he noticed Amrynn gaping at his hands. "What? Have you guys never summoned your Spren as fire before?" "It's kind of like singing from your hands," Lin explained, changing back to his original form.

The man in the mistcloak looked confused for a second. "A Seon?" His eyebrows furrowed. "You mean my Spren?" He glanced up at it and it shifted into the form of a bucket. Then a flapping banner. And then into a smaller blue orb with wings and that flew around his head, saying, "HEY! LISTEN!" He grimaced as Mistrunner raised an eyebrow. "Valinean's a little... wound up at the moment," he said. The blue orb- Valinean- shifted into the form of a young man reclining on the shoulder of the mistcloak and sighed. "Nobody gets my jokes," he mourned. "You said something about ship cookies?" The man asked, pointedly ignoring his spren. "I'll take the 'Vividin' ones," he said, snatching it off the plate and then he shoved it into his mouth. "Mah nham's-" he started, swallowed, then finished with an awkward half bow, "Peorin." "See," Valinean began, hovering for a moment in the reclined position as Peorin bowed. "We used to be apart of the Dustbringers order, but Rin here has allergies." "That's why we came here," Peorin added. "Plus, no one in the entirety of the Cosmere hasn't heard of your delicious cookies!" He wolfed down a few more.

The heavy wooden doors burst open and a man with a blue Seon floating slightly behind him strode in. The first thing that Brightness Mistrunner noticed however, was the singed mistcloak upon his back. "M'lady," he said, dropping down to a knee. He was quiet for a moment with his head bowed. "I have traveled upon theory threads that disappoint," he began softly. "I have seen shallow thinking commented on Brightlord Sanderson's books. I have seen unnappreciated fantasy series' that deserve more." Over his shoulder, Edo pulsed a faint blue in agreement. "I wish for more in this place of great nerdy intellect." He continued. "I wish to help that wish. I wish for you to help me wish that wish to come true." He stood up and placed his right fist on his chest and recited: "I will speculate even if there is nothing to speculate upon. I will ask the questions which have not been asked. I will connect that which has not been connected." He raised his head and looked at her. "I wish to join the Theoryweavers."