Egress Unveiled - The Tranquil ft. Ga’Morkt n Oremizume

“You want me to do *what?*” Gå’Mørkt asks with a frown.

“Come now,” Elysion calmly says, “You are large enough to bear the weight, and this would undoubtedly grant you favor with the Tranquil.”

The dark empyrian looks behind Elysion at the crates all bound in rope and marked with symbols that say things like “Medicine” and “Preserves.” Sure, he could carry them easily.. out in the open. But this is a cave! And not a very large one, at that. Trying to dodge crystals and sharp rocks with this load swinging below him is out of the question. He would have to drag it, and he has never really been the type to put such effort into being *kind*.. 

Still, they are on a quest, and perhaps he could earn more rewards along the way. 

“Mmm.. fine,” he finally growls, “But I’d better get something tastier than that swill your kind calls ‘soup.’”

Before he could change his mind, Elysion grabs up the ropes in his talons and starts winding them around the empyrian’s body while Gå’Mørkt crouches and pouts. He side-eyes Oremizume, daring him to say something.

Oremizume looks at the stuff they have to carry, a bit troubled. Had he been a Puller, he wouldn't have a problem carrying that much, but as a runner, his back is not as robust.

The vayron looks up at Elysion, gesturing towards the crates.

"Do you have a cart, maybe?"

He questions, while he avoids to look at Ga'Morkt in the eyes. He is, after all, still a bit afraid of his companion: those thunders looked painful, and he doesn't have control on magic yet. Nor he is interested in gaining it... Probably.

In Thedale he might end up being persecuted because of the strict laws, if he were to learn magic, but... Oremizume is quite jealous of that power.

He waits for an answer, clicking his nails on the cold rocky ground.

Elysion considers while he finishes up with the grouchy Gå’Mørkt, then gets an idea.

"Perhaps you could carry some of these?"

First, he lays a roll of cloth on the Vayrons back. Then he grabs up a couple of satchels, ties them each to the ends of a short stretch of rope, then drapes them across Oremizume's shoulders, letting the cloth act as a barrier. 

As Elysion steps back to admire his work, Gå’Mørkt lets out an impatient snort. 

"Can we get this over with?" he grumbles, "If I could fly, we'd be there already."

"I think you can fly, if you really want-"

Huffs Oremizume, adjusting the satchels with a full-body shake. He eyes the Empyrian annoyed by his constant whining: that guy is even stronger and taller than him! He is not going to have that much trouble around the Haedians or that cargo, and yet, he keeps finding stuff to complain about. The vayron shivers at the thought of Ga'Morkt having to live in the lowly slums of Thedale: he bets the ones living there would have a free show of thunders every day.

"-Just don't cry when your fangs fall out. Also, if maybe you started moving sooner, we would be already down this rocky path."

He starts walking then, keeping an eye on Ga'Morkt movements.

'Ugh. He behaves like a child. A... Very strong child.' the Vayron thinks, as he walks. 

"It's just a little job, never done that before? Or..."

Oremizume stops in his tracks, realizing something.

"OH! You hate being good, perhaps?"

Gå’Mørkt appears to be ignoring Oremizume, slowly starting to drag the crates along behind him. 

Only when he says that last bit, does the empyrian finally respond.

“Yep, you got me,” he sneers, “I am a vile, wretched monster that delights in causing mischief and mayhem.”

He snickers, “And it seems to be working on you, Zuzu~”

Elysion catches up to the pair with his own packages held between his wings. 

“Why do you suppose you enjoy annoying everyone around you?” he asks of the empyrian.

“Eh, I like to fight. Simple as that,” Gå’Mørkt shrugs his big shoulders as he crawls along. 

“Well, the Tranquil are a peaceful clan. There will be no fighting, today,” Elysion says with a glance. 

“Yeah, yeah, I got it..”

"Hmph." Oremizume scoffs, and trots ahead of Ga'Morkt. To him, fighting is good only if it is legal or for hunting. After all, he promised himself to not let any innocent's blood drench his paws, unless it is a life or death situation.

Still... They stole for the forgotten.

"Yeah, it is working well, you are already changing me into something similar to you."

They keep travelling in the rocky caves, until they reach what it seems to be a underground pond, illuminated by the glowing bluish crystals that grows on the floor of the water basin. The path continues on the other side, unluckily.

The pinkish vayron moves to the shore of the pond, looking at the water. It isn't that deep, but it is  enough for Oremizume to not be able to touch the bottom. He grimaces, and looks around trying to find another way to cross that, but finds none.

"Are there other ways to reach the Tranquil Clan?"

“Hmm..” Elysion hums low, then he steps forth, slipping into the water and lowering himself to his belly. The supplies he carries are still piled atop his shoulders, safe and dry, and he turns to show Oremizume his back. 

“I can bring you across.”

Gå’Mørkt scowls and scoffs before rising up on his hind legs and testing his wings. He will have to be very careful not to smash the crates or crash, but it isn’t far.. 

“Thanks, but no thanks,” he says, despite knowing that the offer was not for him. He pumps his wings and kicks off, and the crates drag a bit before slowly rising off the ground just before hitting the water. 

Elysion watches the empyrian purposefully, slowly making his way across the pool, then glances down at Oremizume, awaiting their response.

Oremizume watches with horror as the Haedian offers him his back. He is not a pup! He doesn't want to be carried!

But... If he swims, the pouches on his back will get wet.

"...Not a word with anyone."

He grumbles, before crawling towards Elysion, stepping on his back with spread paws and nails as raised as he can, so to not scratch the other. The vayron looks like a kitten stuck in a high tree, all trembling and unstable, as the other crosses the underground pond.

When they reach the other shore, Oremizume jumps quickly on the safe rock, with lips curled in a grimace. 

'...I should have given my things to Ga'Morkt! I'm such a idiot.'

He then starts walking on the path that will lead them to the tranquil clan, not speaking on word for the humiliation.

In all his life, he never needed help as much as he needs now in the dept of Vitalus.

Elysion simply keeps quiet, choosing not to aggravate the Vayron further. He can feel his tension through his paws on his back..

Gå’Mørkt's load starts to sway a bit in the air as he tries to navigate between hanging columns of shining crystal, so he starts to drop just as he reaches the other side. 

The crates make a loud CRUNCH as they land on the hard ground, some of the wood separating, and both Tyrian males grit their teeth in response. 

Gå’Mørkt lands with a huff nearby, not saying a word, and continues dragging them along the path before anything else can happen. 

Up ahead, some of the Tranquil are waiting with smiles on their maws. Thanks to these boys, they will have the means to provide care to many more souls.