[b][u][center]Onarr Yidlob[/center][/u][/b]

[center]Interacting with: [@Force and Fury], [@Noxious], [@SilverPaw][/center]

[i]“ Are you sure your son has the Gift…….” 

“ …Impressive output for someone of your age….” 

“......Swear on your blood….”

“ DING!” 

Onarr woke up to the metallic fumes of rain-dew perforating the sodden earth around him. He blinked, touching his helmetless face. Joru. How did he get here? He shakedly stood up on his two legs looking around him. It was his home village of Rutumbo, but different. The streets were empty. The houses were not lighted with oil lamps nor torches to keep them warm in the storm. 

“ Onarr.” 

He turned around to see the source. There, standing under the shade of a desiccated baobab, was Aldrr. Only one person in Joru could have that shade of red. 

“ Aldrr?”  Onarr replied cautiously. His brother’s back was still turned to him as he approached slowly, feet scrunching on the wet dirt. Onarr didn’t notice fog erupting from the earth around him, surrounding the both of them like a hedge maze.

“ Aldrr?,” he repeated once more, his hand near his brother’s shoulder. It all then happened in a blink. Onarr’s back on the ground, lungs winded. His brother on top of him, eyes rotten yellow and face twisted like a weathered statue. Before Onarr could talk, meaty palms the size of pumpkins wrapped around his throat. 

“ GIVE ME BACK WHAT YOU TOOK.” 

Onarr struggled to breathe as his brother’s hand laid an iron vice grip on his throat. 

“ LET ME TAKE WHAT YOU TOOK IN RETURN.” 

Butterflies began swimming into his vision as his lung flared, the last thing he would see before he passed out was his brother’s cruel smirk - 
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DING! DING! 

Onarr blearily blinked his eyes open at the sound of the bell. He rubbed his forehead, the rays of Ersand’Enise dawn cutting through the closed blinds. It took another second for him to realise he had fallen on the floor in the middle of his sleep, his blanket sprawled around his tiny form. He signed as he stood up, closing his eyes and breathing out to compose himself. The bascinet glimmered invitingly to him on the night-stand. As he set it on himself, his mind gained clarity in its cool, metallic grip. 

His head pounded achingly as he touched the spot where he fell down and then, cringed. Perhaps, it would be prudent to see if there were any apothecaries nearby and whether they had any sleeping medicaments. 

Breakfast was a temporary, delicious solution. Onarr preferred Joru cuisine compared to the more quaint flavors of Ersand'Enise but food was food and he had heaped his plate with a mountain of scrambled eggs, sausages and toast. A mind like his required vast amounts of energy if it didn't want to starve after a busy session theorizing. Just as he was finishing off the last dabs of yolk on his plate, Penny came down the stairs in a mad hurry. He currently had his helmet off as he continued to eat, his unkempt hair in a messy state as it ran down the length of his chair like an unpruned plant. He grunted at Sienna’s question, eager to get on with the day. 

His fists clenched when his Zeno mentioned the last task they would at to do before the end of today. Ah, course selections. The next step of his journey. Onarr distinctly knew what he wanted but it seemed that he would be best to make an informed decision rather than let his biases rule him. He raised a stubby hand up in the air and then, spoke.  

“ Would there be any courses you would recommend for us to do?”