Posted by lvl i pirate on June 4, 2008, 1:57 pm, in reply to "for the peacekeeper, PIRATE" Pirate is at the Reef, and his deep red back is warm under the rays of the sun when he feels sand begin to shift beneath his feet. He does not open his eyes as his wind reaches out, seeking any horse whose weight has caused the movement; when he can find none, Pirate opens his brown eyes and their gaze falls upon a multitude of red crabs at his feet. He hears their calls and that of the gulls and Pirate does not know quite what is going on. It is a marvel, and Pirate thinks that it can stem from only one place: the Academy.
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He leaves the Reef with all the swiftness of his element, and brings with him the smell of sea-salt to the ruins of the Academy. The chestnut comes amid a chorus of cool wind and does not know to let it die down; he is intrigued, and his element responds accordingly. Pirate does not have to search far; he can feel Nyota's earth, pounding and steady, and he knows that his call must have been her doing.
Pirate's wind delights at her earth; it does not always have such a chance to feel superior. However, Pirate disciplines it, holding his swift element behind barriers; he does not like to feel superior, and such feelings cannot be helped when they stem from the unchallengable nature of the elements. The chestnut notices what he can only assume is her Familiar, and he is like a child in his wonder at the powerful cat.
"Oracle!" Pirate exclaims, delighted that he has the chance to speak with Nyota. "You called for me?" Pirate does not question that he was called, only the reason behind it. He does not even think of his mini-speech to the scholars of the Reef - it was in the past, and Pirate has a hard time thinking of the past with any significance.
He has far too much to deal with now - matters of the happy and serious nature - to think of matters already concluded.
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