july catch-all

[ushiri]

Who: Kyle and folks
When: Throughout July
Where: Castle Thorne + Horizon
What: Closed prompts for meet-ups, plus a chat with the new king
Warnings: General content warnings and opt-out here.

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HORIZON; locked to current cr

[ushiri]

[ Inside their cell Istredd and Kahlil have to plan out their visits to Horizon, with one awake while the other appears to sleep or meditate.

His domain hasn't changed very much in the two years since he created it. There's more orchard trees outside the temple, and the odd creature every now and then can be spotted moving through branches: a sparrow, a weasel-like ganal, the odd green moth. Purple flowers grow near the waters of the stream that circles the structure.

Inside, Kahlil can be found waiting for whomever has been invited. Sometimes it's with Rousma, either wearing her yellow dog skin or climbing up in the iron branches of the tree as a skeleton child, held together by her copper wires and runes etched into her bones. He has tea for those who want it, the floral daru'sira from his home, prepared on a stoneware tea set where he sits at the base of the tree. ]

end of july; sidwell

[ushiri]

[ Kahlil weathers his four weeks. He's not mistreated, and the accommodations are no better or worse than where he grew up in Rathal'pesha, replacing a damp cold in place of the mountain chill. The worst part, by far, is having his abilities blocked, the familiar grain of the Gray Space so thoroughly removed from his senses that it feels like he's been hobbled. He's experienced this before, the Payshmura had wards of their own and Dayyid use them both for training and punishment.

It's been a long time since he was a scared, powerless acolyte, though. And by the end of the last week, as the guards lead him outside there's a cold chill running up his spine, a fear that something in him has been permanently altered, that his power - his blessed bones, are not returning to him. It's with a rush of relief when he breaks through the invisible line of the dungeon's wards, and those senses finally return to him. He's quick to get to his room, then the washing room to scrub away all traces of that stale, damp air, til his skin is raw and red.

When it's time, he follows his escort to the new king's private office, clean and shaved and in his relatively plain, dark attire, where he waits to be let inside. He lets muscle memory take over while his mind races, his body remains deceptively relaxed as Dayyid had once taught him. ]

solo jail time

[ushiri]

[ Istredd had been released, which Kahlil is glad for, although this leaves him to the cell alone. He doesn't like the solitude, but he doesn't encourage anyone to visit him. Of course, some of his friends decide to anyway, and he's glad for the in person company. It's harder to use Horizon now that Istredd isn't here for them to switch off who gets to keep watch and make sure the guards don't get suspicious.

Jack is leaning against the bars, and Kahlil is leaning opposite to him - back to back with the metal between them. ]

Poor cavemen.

[ This is about the book that Jack is reading aloud, something about people bringing pre-historic men to their cities in the future.

Kahlil can relate, sort of. ]

jack pt. 2

[ushiri]

[ The first place he goes when they release him from his cell is the North Wing, back to his room. He's not thinking whether or not Jack or even Jerry might be there, he plans to find them soon either way - but he wants to get changed and take a bath before he sees anyone. Even though they were treated well enough and not made to rot in the same clothes the entire time, he wants to wash the scent of the dungeons off his skin.

He opens the door to the room, and fails to dodge out of the wall of a ball of fur and claws that launches at his chest, scrabbling around his shoulders and scratching his limp, unwashed hair. ]

Shit!