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[indent][color=lightgray]Listening to Ixtaro and Kareet talk back and forth about "electricity" opposed to lightning and control, Shirik pondered this moment. History was being made in different parts of the universe simultaneously, and ideas were coming into existence for the first time. It was nice, seeing new things happen in a world that felt so old. They almost zoned out when they realized Ixtaro asked them about home. Where was Shirik's home?

[color=d68300]"My people, the Iriad, are from a nigh-boundless forested land known as the Myriad. If it hasn't changed in the last... hundred and seventy... three years, it is a beautiful place that outshines the brightest night skies."[/color] Shirik spoke poetically about it, even though the last time they went was close to two centuries ago. [color=d68300]"But... It is not my home. And it has not been in close to one thousand years. Time has a way meaning little when you get to my age, compared to most Iriad, at least."[/color] Even by Iriad standards, Shirik was old. Most Iriads didn't spend four centuries in meditation, [color=d68300]"Unlike many in Kanth-Aramek, the world is my home. I have strode across every rock and stone that makes this world, ten times over. I've been to cities when they were but untouched, barren valleys, and I've watched mountains turn to canyons."[/color] At risk of sounding boastful, Shirik spoke of grandiose events such as cities being built like they were casual anecdotes on the wind.

[color=d68300]"When I was Kareet's age, the Ascendancy and Mythadia hadn't been founded, and would not be for centuries more."[/color]

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