The Child-like Shaman

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Berus smiled at Tarmen glad to see the that along Alexis they had survived the trials of the desert. Not once but twice it seemed. Not an easy feat for anyone outside the Ozainae especially for two individuals that had never seen or been to a desert before.

It would be good to catch up. Hear about their experiences and what had truly transpired in Gra'akast. Word was that the Sand Horde was trekking across the desert and they would likely not stay too long.

He wondered how they would act when they found out they had not been the first Helians emerging from the desert in the last few weeks...

Knowing Ekero and his jovial relationship with Berus, Alexis doubted the tinkerer would mind this addition to his table and accompanied the young shaman back to the house. Once they were all settled in Ekero’s house, she introduced Voah and Gonyaul.

“Berus, please meet my friends Voah and Gonyaul. Voah, Gonyaul, this is Berus. He is the shaman of this village.”

The young boy looked at both after greeting Ekero in his own tongue. "You keep interesting company, Alexis." He said gazing from the traumatized looking Gonyaul to the tall athletic figure of Voah. "A most curious group..." He said locking eyes on Voah.

So this was Berus... the child (or child-like) "shaman". Voah was told that he seemed wise beyond his years and that he knew things he couldn't know... it reminded her of Omen and Diarah... She wondered what other sort of magik this boy was capable of and what was its source? These were not questions she normally would have given deep consideration. Voah was going to have to get used to these sorts of uncomfortable things. Magik was pervasive in Arcadia. The very thought of using it used to make her skin crawl, but now...

She wasn't so certain of the origins of magik anymore. All of her doubts told her that there were many things from the past that she had to unlearn. She no longer firmly believed that magik was inherently evil, but a tool. Was it truly the work of demons who made deals with mortals? Did they possess or curse people? Was magik actually developed like tools and weapons in ancient times and passed on by covens? By council-like elders? Like a smith mentor teaching an apprentice? Could magik even BE learned or was it some innate or latent force that weavers were just born with, like the nullifying abilities of the Vaux?

When she had first learned of the Vaux through the aged pages of St Pahadron's journal, it seemed to Voah that if the Vaux had these precious capabilities ideal to the Pillars tenets, then it surely must have been imparted on them by the divines as some sort of gift or boon; a divine bloodline, thus reaffirming the belief that magik was the legacy of demons, Both of those notions had been dashed.

If the Vaux had been created by the Gods... she was certain their genocide would not have been allowed to come to pass without wrath and punishment. At first she considered the thought that maybe her vision from Omen may have been a devious ruse to use her, but she was sure she had read the woman well. Besides, the fact that Voah had not heard of the Vaux in all of her 27 years was enough to know that the Inquisition had at least one secret to hide and now she had doomed them all.

"Well met." she met the boy's eyes with interest. Was he a Juul Qadar? Something told her that her expectations would be subverted. If she had the chance, she would converse with the boy.