Aurath

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Lepus: "That's not the issue."
Aurath: "WHAT IS THE ISSUE."
Lepus: "That you're clouded by your own intense rage and irrational."
Aurath: "What… (he goes very cold. His normally fiery hair droops down slightly. He's holding himself so tightly he's physically shaking) What else do I have but intensity? It's another thing your kind has taken from me. First my mother, then my husband. No… I have seen more of my friends die in the war than you've ever lived child!"

"...when the smoke and ash clear
will you be there
my love my last my friend
when the smoke and ash clear
will I see you there
waiting for me at the end..."

Toska waits for a lull, the end of the song or the verse, before he knocks on the side of the wagon. "Aurath. Can I talk to you?"
Toska sees aurath his hair unbraided still and hanging shoulder length it seems to have lost much of its luster seeming almost a deep auburn. "...Talk what is there to talk about. I know what I must do waiting just..." Aurath goes silent for a moment before continuing. "Speak your piece elf."
"I wanted to ask you about Sign."
"What about Sign?"
Toska gingerly comes to sit with him on the wagon. "How long have you known her?"
"Not long. Half a season, Roughly."
Toska looks at him curiously. "She's not from Savra?"
"I don't know where she's from, found her half dead washed up on the river bank."
The look turns into a stare. "...She's never said?"
"She's not much for words." He shrugs. "She was out of it after we got her back on her feet. Raga said she she didn't remember a thing about where she came from."
"Wait, Raga was with you, or with Sign?" He shakes his head. "Sorry, I'm just trying to put all this together."
He sighs "Raga and I were making our way back from Zaker when we found her."
"And then she decided to become the navigator?"
He scoffs "She didn't have much of a choice."
Toska looks at him. "Why not?"
He gives you a hard look for a second. "I don't really indulge in idle gossip and hearsay so don't go telling everyone, but after we returned to Savra she spent some time as a guest of my fathers. One night the guards were alerted and found her suffocating him with water she had kept in a skin. My father wanted her killed but he was convinced that it might be better to exile her as prisoner under my command in service to the caravan."
Toska blanks at him. "Is that why the chains...?"
He looks off for a bit "She's a prisoner, can't leave her to her own devices, anyone she hurts is my responsibility."
Toska follows his gaze. "...But you want to go after her anyway."
"She's a member of this caravan noone else dies under my command."
Toska nods gravely.
"... I have faith in her. I think she'll last out long enough for someone to find her," he says after a moment. "You should get some rest before you head out, though. It'll be a long journey."
He looks at you dead on as you leave. "You would have made a good soldier. May you burn bright and never lose your spark against the waves that come to smother it"