Cosmical Existence

"And people laugh at me because I use goat words. But if you have goat ideas you have to use goat words to express them, haven't you?" -Anne Shirley "You'd find it easier to be bad than good if you had goat hair... People who haven't goat hair don't know what trouble is." -Anne Shirley

Chrys started to reply, but was interrupted by the man on the horse. It seems like he is looking for Minuet. She glanced over to where the girl used to be, but thankfully the girl had moved into the bushes so she wouldn’t be seen. Good. Chrys then looked over to where the man on the horse and a few of the group were confronting each other. “Do you mind pausing our questions for now Owlson? I have a feeling this isn’t going to end well.” She moved her stance a little bit, so she’d be ready to fight.

@GakI'm pretty sure it ends on Brandon's birthday, which is tomorrow. I can't change my name for a bit, used up all my name changes for now. Edit: I just checked, and I've passed the date, so I can change my name whenever I want. Which is not yet.

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"You may call me Chrys. It's easier to say than my full name." "Yes, for the most part it is. Especially with the cooking part. There are reasons our feasts are well known. But not visible like the food is a different colour, though I'm pretty sure that's not what you meant."

"What do you mean by visibly different?"

"Mainly the fact that Grace's have different coloured eyes. The Draoidh try not to pay too much attention to rumors, because we know personally how wrong they can be."

"Yes, and each group has their own versions of what occurred to cause the split." Chrys looked at Minuet, and realization dawned about what she was. "So you are a Grace. I had noticed your beautiful eyes, but I didn't realize there was truth to the rumors."

"I don't know if we'd call it a matriarchal group, the magic is passed through the mother but the men and women work together. Just as Faro and Leira worked together to create the earth, man and women work together to live and prosper." She stopped, realizing she was starting to ramble. "Anyways, by stating that we share ancestors, I was meaning with humans. Most of what we know about the common ancestry comes from legends, but there was a time, back when dragons were common, that humans and the Draoidh looked the same, and neither had magic."

Chrys looked over as the girl spoke up. "You speak like you know for sure. You know more about Graces?"

"Pretty much everyone. There are a few rare cases, but they are far and few in between. The magic is inherited through the mother, but it doesn't dilute or diminish over the years. The only part of us that shows more the more pure your line is, is the gold sheen to our skin." She saw the quick movement of the redhaired girl, and was curious as to why the part about Graces was so important to her. "I don't know how Graces work, my understanding is that they are more rare in their occurrences."

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Chrys smiled as she listened to the young scholar give a brief explanation of prophecies. It was obvious from the way he spoke that he was passionate about knowledge, though like most young people didn't like memorizing large amounts of information. She was startled when he ended his blurb with an insistence to not interfere with his questioning of her. "To answer your first question, yes, in a fashion. We don't have flashy magic, it's more of a practical magic, which helps us in our day to day lives. Usually it's something mundane, like one person in our clan can never burn something on while he cooks, or one person can light a fire in any weather condition, even rain." She paused a bit before continuing. "We consider ourselves more of an ethnic group, rather than a complete different species than humans. We have common ancestors, if you believe the old stories, though their paths divided at a time forgotten by most men." She laughed as she thought about Owlson's third question. "No, no relation to the faërie. You are thinking about the rumors that time moves differently during our feasts. Those are not true. We just throw very good feasts."

Chrys looks from the person who just emerged from the forest to the man who approached her. “Not enough to help you find more information, most things I know are rumours and myths. My people stay away from the beasts of the forest when we travel, though this bear seems to be more than a simple beast, if what your friend says is true.” Chrys reached into her bag and pulled out a cloth. “Here, I have one.”

"Yes, they can be." Chrys nodded gravely. "Though I can see the appeal they have for people. And often you don't have a choice when it comes to prophecies. You just go where you are meant to be." She moved to get a little closer to the young man. "I have time if you do. Ask away."

Chrys visibly paused at the word dragon, the smile on her face faltering before she composed herself and smiled again. "A dragon?"

"Where is your group headed Valzwyn?"

"I hope for your sake that you have escaped the something terrible by journeying with this man. You have many years ahead of you, young elf." She paused, hoping she hadn't offended the elf by calling her young. It had been a while since her clan had dealt with younger elves. "I have given you my name. May I ask yours?"

"How can a threat not feel like a threat?"

Chrys glanced over at the young elf. "Something terrible? That is either a threat to be carried out by him, or..." Nevermind, it couldn't be that. "Why would something terrible happen to you?"