[@Mokley]
The desert during this time was always calm, but most importantly it was silent. This silence was impeccable to the success of Cyrus’ meditation and communication with the heavenly bodies. He found it odd that so much commotion began happening outside the Observatory, but what gained his concern the most was when the stars and planets began a cacophony of chaotic conversation. He could only make out a few words before the voices stopped; the sudden silence within his meditation state caused his head to pound. 

He covered his ears as they rang from the deafening silence that ricocheted throughout his head. Something was incredibly wrong, his gods had never ceased communication with him.[color=palevioletred][i] Am I being punished perhaps?[/i][/color] He staggered to his feet and took a deep breath, the ringing growing faint as the familiar feeling of loneliness washed over him. 

He removed his celestial orb from his thick braid, causing long reddish coils of his hair to unravel and drape around him. He examined the orb to see if the gods would speak to him through it, but he was still met with silence. The only presence that was with him was Naveed. He cradled the orb to his chest as if it would keep Naveed from leaving him as well. This faint feeling of comfort vanished as he heard the unforgiving winds of the desert scream and tear through the air. With quick steps he exited the Observatory and gasped at the disaster that was occurring.

The wind whipped his loosened hair violently, he couldn't believe that a tornado of this caliber was appearing. As his kin ran around in a frenzy to protect their belongings, Cyrus saw a figure walking through the village calmly. With skin so light Cyrus knew she wasn't a desert dweller, but before he could react to anything, the tornado left and journeyed farther into the desert. At that moment the voices of his beloved gods returned, reverberating their imposing voices through his skull. 

As the storm calmed, the people finally gave notice to the visitor and silenced their voices. A cold breeze made Cyrus shiver as the visitor met his gaze. Due to his multi-lingual abilities and shunned-status among his kin, it was Cyrus’ job to handle outsiders. Though he was fearful, he approached the woman cautiously, hugging his orb to his chest protectively. He spoke the formal greeting of his people to newcomers in all of the languages he could, stuttering as he tried to be as respectful as possible.

[color=palevioletred]“W-we welcome you visitor..if you’re injured this one here may help you.”[/color]


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(“This one here” is the impersonal third person form of speech to refer to oneself. Cyrus uses this as a sign of humility and to not offend the visitor.)
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