Synovia x Miro

After the lunch rush, Syn is helping  Miro clean the kitchen. "Miro, tell my about Osirian." 

Miro huffs/snorts just alittle as he looks about the kitchen.  His arms up to his shoulders in dishwater and his eyes begin to look off into elsewheres.   "That would depend on what you want to know Synooovia." Miro pulls his hands from the water and whipes them on a low mounted towel made for him in recent days.  He walks over the the cupboards and with a small scramble climbs to a seated spot on the counter.   "I could tell you of the Jewel of Varisia in all its wonders and magisty.  A place where anything is magic and many accomidations come with a free snack bar!" "I could tell you of Osirion the one and only true empire whos reaches will never be exceeded.  Who holy mission is to expand... As our Pharoh commands." "Or I could tell you of the tunnels and dungeons that is MY osirion.  Of the places behind and below what they sell themselves and tourist." Miro looks broodingly as he mentions his last suggestion.  His voice taking an edge.

Synovia looks around to make sure that Ameiko is not nearby, then says "I have not spoken of this to Ameiko, so I need you to promise me you will not. I will tell her when the time is right. I am going there,to Osirion, after the troubles here have been dealt with and I know my family is safe. I need to learn the important stuff, not the fluff. I need to discover who I am."

Miro's eyes and tone loose their edge.  "I do not think you should worry about telling Amako.  She will see de wisdom of your search eazia den you think.  And as for the story you seek, I think you need to hear of it as a tourist.  Osirion is a land of Sand.... Sand, Heat, and blistaring winds.  Yet there are many marvals in the lands of sands.  You will be treated wiff a fair amount of respect because of you leniage.  But do not confuse respect for powa for the cities of Osirion breed very dark souls indeed.  It is a theocracy of sorts where one man is considad de living god.  His words are law and absolute.  There are many ruins and amazing structa's built on de blood of my people.  But you will never know too look for it if you are not already looking.  The bazaar's there are like nothing you have eva seen.  Markets so full of people I have seen men feint from lack of air in them.  Peddelers sellling anything from art, jewelry, drugs outlawed by many lands, the balls of gnolls to increase fertility.  There is nothing you can't find in the markets of Osirion.  But know dat many of your people are reculsed in oasises through out the desat.  And that Janni are nothing like the otha three elemental races.  Now....... back to work."

(*eats dates and falafel* o__o Sounds spicy. )

Synovia pick up the towel and begins to dry the dishes. "Miro, there is something I don't understand. You speak of Osirion with such love and passion, yet I have seen the scars under the cloak, and I have heard the cries in the night from your nightmares. How can you still have such a passion for a plce that has caused you so much pain?"

Miro turns back sharply.  "I don't.  There may come a day where I return and melt the entire place to glass."  Miro says very nonchalantly and casual as if such a phrase held little meaning.  Then he shrugs and returns to the dishes.

"I did not mean to upset you."

Miro shrugs as he finishes the last dish.  He turns around with a quizical look on his face.  "What do you mean.  You did not upset me.  It is simply a fact that if I ever amass enough power to be able to, I might return to Osirion and turn the entire region's deserts to glass and its cities to ruin."  Miro shakes his head as if this is just a common fact he states and then makes his way to leave the kitchen.  "Come lets get our breaks in before the lunch rush."

"Sooo do you know anyone to help me find more about my father?"

I'm sorry syn, but your fathers people are very illusive.  It is rumored that the Janni move their oasis's with powerful Genie magic to maintain their ... personal space.  Also the desert is a literal hell on earth.  There are so many dangers to travelling the sands If it is your father you seek then you might either employ magic or give up entirely.  Without a specific destination and more importantly a road to follow you will most assuridly die."  Miro has a sad look on his face as he breaks the news to Syn.

" I know that my father is dead. But, I feel that there is a piece of me missing. I have this ability to channel the elements, but I  know nothing about who they came from. What type of person was my father. Was he the loving man who sacrificed himself for me and my mother, or was he mean and cruel like the ones that hurt you. If he was the later, does that mean I will turn that way also? I have too many unanswered questions."

"You will not find your answers in the sands Syn.  Janni are not like humans.  They don't leave a very big.... footprint in the sand.  Most if not all are recluses and those that arn't well...  create children like you.  You might have better luck seeking a skilled cleric in magnmar.  Neither Zantus or I am capable of such spells but they do exist.  And its alot safer  than wandering Osirion to die."

" What type of spell?"

"Well it could be a load of camel shit.  But in riddle port there were many people who boasted strange magics.  Some even called them selves mediums and spiritualist who channel spirits long dead to gain power.  I think its just some parlor trick, but maybe... if one were legitimate then they could atleast steer you in the right direction."  Miro moves to a table to take a seat.

Syn is quiet for a moment then says "I thought that maybe the jar would be helpful, but I think it is used up." Maybe I'll make a trip to Magnamar."

"But again.  I warn you that you are seeking answers to questions that are irrelevant.  I doesn't matter whos loins you come from.  You are the product of what is around you.  I have said that before I'm sure.  You worry if your father was some rampaging warlord.... who cares, because  you are not.  You wonder if he was a nice person... who cares, my mother and father were the kindest people to walk the sands of osirian.  And here I sit with more blood on my hands than the whispering tyrant.  Seek not answers here in the now from the past.  Look only to the future to guide your steps in the now."

"You don't understand, I grew up with Neulia. She was a beautiful, sweet girl with powers that she didn't understand. She grew up in the same environment as I yet look how she turned out. I can't help but wonder what would have been different if she had an understanding of her power. I am the same as her in some ways. I need to understand myself, to do that I need to understand where they come from.You warned me about using the jar w/o understanding it. How much more dangerous is it for me to have the power of the elements and not understand them."