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Running in circles and I can't think straight
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    Visiting the chantry had been weighing on Ira ever since he’d had that conversation with Alma, and tonight he found himself standing in front of the massive wooden doors that lead into the small courtyard just before the main building. Simply taking in the scale of the building before him almost was too much but there was something that pulled him inside-- something tugging at his subconscious that he should make the effort to ask about what the medallion he’d been given as a wyngling meant in the grander scheme of things.

  He stood there lost in thought, trying to formulate a list of questions in his mind that would give him some answers to what he wanted-- all this as he clutched the Luxhallow medallion tightly that dangled from his neck. While being so caught up in his own head Ira barely even noticed the sound of someone shuffling up towards him from behind and was only abruptly brought back to the present as the other gro cleared their throat.

    “Is there something I could help you with lad?” came the kind voice from behind him.

    Turning a bit taken back from being yanked away from his thoughts Ira sheepishly replied with a confused noise before fully realizing who had spoken. Graw’falla stood hunched over, using his staff to support himself as he adjusted his stance to accommodate his old bones.

    “Just that you’ve been standing here quite a while, it seems you have a bit weighing on you is all,” the Elder spoke matter-of-factly, offering Ira a quirked brow as if insisting he answer his question.

    “Ah-- uh… Well, I guess I have been standing here for a bit.” Ira furrowed his brow, looking off to the side and sucking in a breath before continuing. “See uh, as a wyngling a gro had visited the nook and had left me with this--” he quickly brought the medallion up and over his head, showing it to Graw'falla with a pleading expression.

    Glancing over the medallion carefully and then shifting his gaze back towards Ira, Graw’falla simply nodded and began to shuffle forward through the doors before the both of them. Wordlessly, Ira followed like a lost runebabe-- he had so many questions about the chant, about Graw’falla, about Luxhallow, just so many things racing through his thoughts and as he bombarded himself internally it was enough time for the two of them to reach the main building of the chant.

    “That medallion holds the mark of Luxhallow, a token used to accept the light of Chii’falla into one’s heart--” Graw’falla began as the two walked down the aisle of the chant. “--whoever had given it to you simply saw that you needed that blessing at that time, such a wonderful gesture.” He slowly nodded his head as they passed by the many empty pews save for a few scattered gros praying on their own time. “They saw something in you that day then-- warms my heart to know you’ve kept it close to you since.”

    Ira listened quietly as the elder spoke, more so taking in the artistry of the stained glass windows that stretched across the walls as they continued to make their way towards what had to be the main altar where Graw’falla would preach. As they walked up the three steps towards the altar, all the while Ira helped his elder up-- earning a curt nod, he then stood speechless at the sight of the main window. Graw’falla simply hummed once he was satisfied with the amount of time the teen spent staring in awe at the depiction of Chii’falla.

    “That medallion was not the only reason you came here.”

    “...Yeah I was-- I was actually wondering if I could be taken under someone’s wing here, I want to learn more about Luxhallow. I know the, you know, the basics of it all but--” Ira’s cut off by Graw’falla raising a hand, as if to shush him.

    “Well, we have many opportunities for you to come by while we have a prayer session to learn more about our goddess.” the elder spoke with a slight smile. “And we can always use more hands at the small Chantry within the Cranny.”

    The teen mulled over the thought for a moment and proposed a question, “I could try to better the Chant at the Cranny but are there any sort of books or maybe even some knowledge you can share with me?” He had begun to grip the medallion to comfort himself, which did not go unnoticed by Graw’falla.

    “...I suppose I could spare some time to teach you a further in depth lesson every now and then,” he turned his attention back to the window before them and let out a small sigh. “This is something that will take some dedication though, if I see you beginning to lose interest in the journey you’re about to undertake I will no longer help you unless you prioritize it once more.”

    Clutching the medallion closer to himself, Ira nodded once, “I understand, I’m more than willing to dedicate myself to the Goddess and her light.” A lump formed in his throat after he spoke, trying oh so hard to swallow it away. There’s something again in the back of his mind playing tricks on him-- is this really what he should do? Of course it is. Why wouldn’t it be?

    “Then it is settled, I will be seeing you soon then.” Graw’falla turned to Ira once more, extending a hand to shake the teen’s. “I am the Lantern, Graw’falla, and I’m pleased to have you as a new apprentice…” He paused long enough just for Ira to fumble and clasp the elder’s hand gently and shake it once while bowing.

    “Ira. My name is Ira,” he sputtered out. “...I greatly appreciate the opportunity, and I’m looking forward to when we reconvene.”

The two then parted ways after they exchanged further details of when they’d be meeting again. Ira now has found a new thing to cling to for purpose. The medallion felt heavy in his hand.
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Running in circles and I can't escape
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Ira belongs to me

Graw'Falla is a Wyngro NPC
7/438

WYN TRACKER

Description

Running in circles and I can't think straight
--

    Visiting the chantry had been weighing on Ira ever since he’d had that conversation with Alma, and tonight he found himself standing in front of the massive wooden doors that lead into the small courtyard just before the main building. Simply taking in the scale of the building before him almost was too much but there was something that pulled him inside-- something tugging at his subconscious that he should make the effort to ask about what the medallion he’d been given as a wyngling meant in the grander scheme of things.

  He stood there lost in thought, trying to formulate a list of questions in his mind that would give him some answers to what he wanted-- all this as he clutched the Luxhallow medallion tightly that dangled from his neck. While being so caught up in his own head Ira barely even noticed the sound of someone shuffling up towards him from behind and was only abruptly brought back to the present as the other gro cleared their throat.

    “Is there something I could help you with lad?” came the kind voice from behind him.

    Turning a bit taken back from being yanked away from his thoughts Ira sheepishly replied with a confused noise before fully realizing who had spoken. Graw’falla stood hunched over, using his staff to support himself as he adjusted his stance to accommodate his old bones.

    “Just that you’ve been standing here quite a while, it seems you have a bit weighing on you is all,” the Elder spoke matter-of-factly, offering Ira a quirked brow as if insisting he answer his question.

    “Ah-- uh… Well, I guess I have been standing here for a bit.” Ira furrowed his brow, looking off to the side and sucking in a breath before continuing. “See uh, as a wyngling a gro had visited the nook and had left me with this--” he quickly brought the medallion up and over his head, showing it to Graw'falla with a pleading expression.

    Glancing over the medallion carefully and then shifting his gaze back towards Ira, Graw’falla simply nodded and began to shuffle forward through the doors before the both of them. Wordlessly, Ira followed like a lost runebabe-- he had so many questions about the chant, about Graw’falla, about Luxhallow, just so many things racing through his thoughts and as he bombarded himself internally it was enough time for the two of them to reach the main building of the chant.

    “That medallion holds the mark of Luxhallow, a token used to accept the light of Chii’falla into one’s heart--” Graw’falla began as the two walked down the aisle of the chant. “--whoever had given it to you simply saw that you needed that blessing at that time, such a wonderful gesture.” He slowly nodded his head as they passed by the many empty pews save for a few scattered gros praying on their own time. “They saw something in you that day then-- warms my heart to know you’ve kept it close to you since.”

    Ira listened quietly as the elder spoke, more so taking in the artistry of the stained glass windows that stretched across the walls as they continued to make their way towards what had to be the main altar where Graw’falla would preach. As they walked up the three steps towards the altar, all the while Ira helped his elder up-- earning a curt nod, he then stood speechless at the sight of the main window. Graw’falla simply hummed once he was satisfied with the amount of time the teen spent staring in awe at the depiction of Chii’falla.

    “That medallion was not the only reason you came here.”

    “...Yeah I was-- I was actually wondering if I could be taken under someone’s wing here, I want to learn more about Luxhallow. I know the, you know, the basics of it all but--” Ira’s cut off by Graw’falla raising a hand, as if to shush him.

    “Well, we have many opportunities for you to come by while we have a prayer session to learn more about our goddess.” the elder spoke with a slight smile. “And we can always use more hands at the small Chantry within the Cranny.”

    The teen mulled over the thought for a moment and proposed a question, “I could try to better the Chant at the Cranny but are there any sort of books or maybe even some knowledge you can share with me?” He had begun to grip the medallion to comfort himself, which did not go unnoticed by Graw’falla.

    “...I suppose I could spare some time to teach you a further in depth lesson every now and then,” he turned his attention back to the window before them and let out a small sigh. “This is something that will take some dedication though, if I see you beginning to lose interest in the journey you’re about to undertake I will no longer help you unless you prioritize it once more.”

    Clutching the medallion closer to himself, Ira nodded once, “I understand, I’m more than willing to dedicate myself to the Goddess and her light.” A lump formed in his throat after he spoke, trying oh so hard to swallow it away. There’s something again in the back of his mind playing tricks on him-- is this really what he should do? Of course it is. Why wouldn’t it be?

    “Then it is settled, I will be seeing you soon then.” Graw’falla turned to Ira once more, extending a hand to shake the teen’s. “I am the Lantern, Graw’falla, and I’m pleased to have you as a new apprentice…” He paused long enough just for Ira to fumble and clasp the elder’s hand gently and shake it once while bowing.

    “Ira. My name is Ira,” he sputtered out. “...I greatly appreciate the opportunity, and I’m looking forward to when we reconvene.”

The two then parted ways after they exchanged further details of when they’d be meeting again. Ira now has found a new thing to cling to for purpose. The medallion felt heavy in his hand.
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Running in circles and I can't escape
--

Ira belongs to me

Graw'Falla is a Wyngro NPC
7/438

WYN TRACKER