I bless the rains
I hear the drums echoing tonight,
Drowning out the whispers of some quiet conversation
We're coming in, at the speed of light
The moonlit hull reflects the stars that guide us towards the station
Dock, board a shuttle and we're on our way
Coasting to find the place where I belong, our ageless memory
Bright Elii shines out as if to say, "hurry boy, it's waiting there for you"
It shall take a lot to take me away from you
There's nothing that a hundred Esonar could ever do
I bless the rains down in Isaana;
Gonna take some time to see some things I never had
Wild kazhri cry out in the night,
As they grow restless longing for some solitary company
I know that I must do what's right
As sure as our shuttle soars like an eagle over the Shining City,
I seek to cure…
On the Arkil Kuyit
Ithirahad: We generally leave dealings with Kuyit to Veridias, as they are often... troublesome, and hardly worth our time. As it would happen, though, we needed to secure a deal for a special material that none of our mines have.
Ithirahad: So off we went, and, predictably enough, it was troublesome, and hardly worth our time. Indeed, they argued about how much until everyone's beard drags upon the ground, and Aethi beards do not grow quickly.
Saye: Pay them enough and it's not a problem. I've never known them to break a bargain once made. And they're the best builders and craftsmen I know.
Ithirahad: Enough... yes. Paying them "enough," by their reckoning, might have increased Kuyit's mass enough for their lower moon to be pulled from orbit…