We have been attacked by an assassin, Therands, other name givers, monsters, daemons, spirits, and horrors. But as of late the attacks have not been strait forward, there have been plots against us. . Sometimes I feel like a weight around the neck of the party. What I mean is when the weapons are drawn and the rhythm of battle plays I am a critical piece to our safety. But when there are no direct enemies to fight, I am just in the way. I have a special scaly friend that needs me to be better than that.
Saryx, my young ward is almost as big as I am now. I have learned as much as I can from the Great Library about her kind. Books on her family groups are limited. Most of the books I have found have been written by the assistants of great scholars. They are written from the notes collected and written by the scholar. The great men could not write the books themselves as they have gotten killed in pursuit of then knowledge of her kin. I need to learn more about her family so that I can teach her how to grow up and be as powerful as she can be.
The great Sword Master Han Kray Zomay once said that the best way to learn about something is to go where it is or where it has been. So I may need to start traveling to dens of the long gone ancients to see if there is knowledge to learn there. The problem is that I cannot read many languages. Air sailors have the ability to learn many written languages as well as speak in many tongues. This comes from all of the places that they visit in their travels. This would also allow me more access to the ships library.
I have loved the traveling by air ship. I never would have thought I would enjoy any form of travel as much as traveling by water. Flying through the sky is so freeing. It is also much faster than any form of ground travel. I have been shown by Flourannus that this is the way I am to travel as one of my questor gifts is to increase the speed of air ships. The thought has come to me in more than one dream that I should be learning more about how to operate and fly these ships. I can feel that the magic of air sailing is calling to me.
In a repeating dream I am standing at the helm of a ship, not the Stag or a troll drakkar but something different, it is fast and sleek. My eyes are squinted against the wind that is blowing across my face. Some winged enemies gives chase behind us. I’m laughing as I know there is no way that the multiple winged beasts can catch us. I can feel the hum of the magic in the deck of the ship. The creeks of the wood timbers in the ship’s hull resonate in my legs as I power her through sharp turns between snow topped mountain cliffs. The crew is holding fast to rigging and the railings. They are cheering me to push the ship to its max. The threat, what little threat that it was, has faded out of sight far behind us. Now we are flying in this extreme way for our own amusement. My mind is clear, like a monk in meditation. Instinct controls my actions as the ship flies at its greatest speed. In this dream few could do as I have done because, I am an Air Sailor.
Ardor Zomay Skram
6th Circle Tail Dancer