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The lord brushed his hands, though, he hadn't been the one to toss the man out. He confidently swaggered to the backyard where his ladies awaited him. Jiranna and Ceria breathed out relief.
"That was a mighty close one if I do say so myself!" Jiranna smiled victoriously.
"This one agrees as well." Ceria took out her medallion and stared at it.
"Why is that thing so important, may I ask?" Jiranna curiously inquired, and then walked into the kitchen. Ceria followed silently. Then after a moment she got up the courage to answer.
"It was something this one's father gave me. And thi- it was the last thing he'd ever given me..." Ceria looked up to see Jiranna's reaction. She was afraid of it. The reaction. Cerian didn't want her to sob a weap for her. So many had already. And no more tears were needed.
"I'm sorry, youngin'. I know how it is to lose some one so close and to only have an heirloom as remembrance of them." Jiranna walked over to a trunk. Ceria looked at her oddly for this. When Jiranna opened the trunk she searched through some clothes and shoes, until she came to the something she was looking for. After shutting the trunk lid, she sat on the edge of her bed. Then invited Ceria to join her.
Ceria did as much and watched intently on the contents of this box jiranna had extracted from her trunk. It must be precious if it was burried so deep and hidden from everyone.
Jiranna opened the box gently, removing the lid from it. Inside the box was a bag. She then untied the top, and a faint stench that had hidden before was now very aparrent. Jiranna stuck her hand in the back and took out a pair of human eyes.
Ceria held back the urge to regurgitate. A pair of dark blue eyes. She gulped for an explaination. "These," Jiranna began, "belonged to my late husband. I didn't kill him if that's what you think." Ceria shook her head. "He got into some kinda trouble and they traded his life for whatever he owed. And they left me these." She smiled remebering happier times. "Lord knows I loved 'em. So... this is all I have left of him, litterally!"
Again she laughed at her jokes, and Ceria just smiled crookedly. She glanced to the window and sighed with gratification. Ceria smiled truthfully this time. Jiranna put back her smelly remembrance in the trunk.
"Strangely enough," Jiranna thought aloud. "Alot o' strange people come by askin' for it. They think it's wrong for me to keep it in a bag rather than six feet under the ground with a grave marker above it."
Ceria could see their point. But wanted nothing more to do with it. She gave the crazy, yet lovable, old woman a long deserved hug. "This one must go, but thank you for your hospitallity." Ceria thanked in mid-hug.
Once released of the young girl's grasp, Jiranna complained, "But, honey, you only jus' got 'ere. Can't you at least stay the night?"
Ceria shook her head sadly, and bowed respectfully. "This one has already outstayed her welcome. Thank you for your consideration."
"At least take this." Jiranna suggested, and Ceria followed the old womans hands. She held out her own, and Jiranna's hands covered them while dropping something it. Ceria's hand were soft, smooth, long and slender. While Jiranna's was just like her's once upon a time.
Jiranna removed her aged but beautiful hands from the new trinket that now belonged to Ceria. "What is this?" Ceria asked amazed. She'd seen this before, but couldn't remember where.
"My husband got it somewhere and gave it to one of my sons. This particular son of mine died as well." They both stared at it the mystical item. "It's a water-lizard egg- I think. I can't ell when the shell keps changin' colors. Anywho, it'll hatch any day now, but I can keep it or raise it here. I thought you'd like it, being that you're on a journey and all by yerself."
Ceria smiled and carressed the rough, and yet smooth, round shell. It was still warm. "Just keep it close to you and your spirit should keep it warm." Jiranna informed wisely. How a woman of her status knew all this, this one would never know.
As the sun set Ceria, and Jiranna, said their farewells and went on with their lives. How odd how strong friendships can form in just one day.
Derran, on the other side of the city sighed heavily, with an empty pack, and pocket. He should have never come here anyway. That cloaked guy would have already passed through by now, he thought. But I'll keep searching. There's a fire-occupied water nation nearby. There is where I'll find him.
And so with nothing but the empty pack (and clothes) on his back, this fire lord's son walked to the back exit of the city, where the forrest was thick, and dark. But beyond, the hope of his own great people would be in the light of the glorious sunrise of the fivth day.
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