#ajahad

[fanficasawarmup]

Happy Martin Luthor King Junior Day!

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This one is based on a long time fan favorite of mine. The father daughter relationship of Ajihad and Nasudada!!!

Word Count; 750+ Age Range; 11-15

prompt (https://blog.reedsy.com/creative-writing-prompts/fantasy/imagine-an-origin-myth-that-somebody-might-use-to-/)

Imagine an origin myth that somebody might use to explain an eclipse, or some other celestial event.

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When Nighstalker was a child. Not yet a Grown and fully realised maiden and with no claim yet to the Varden or Wandering tribes.Her father would work long hard hours by traveling and selling knives and other goods from butcher-shop door to butcher-shop door. There were no cold falcons of course, those were exclusivly for city dwelling folks and not follow up outreach on taxes.

Uncle Ajihad was a union worker for the varden. His brothers sisters and fellows still in bondage were as much family as the elves took in where-cats and those disowned by the Urgals. Without each other they had no land to work. the land they worked had the remains of a great war on the dragons. Buried in sandstone/shale/granite and the ocean. Stories of speculative fiction of terrible lizards and trails for hiking and rumors of wild monsters harmed by pure silver and copper bone. Giving discounts on ivory and bone of rabbit as long as the customer did not mind word of mouth and paying twice that for the swine meat.

This put food in their bellies, fire in the hearth and one more exclusive privelege to see how and when the children were being taught their lessons.While the man toiled with great skill. Pulling well practiced charm and charisma and hiding his sacred jewlry and hammar where none would dare to look. The father saw how to teach his favorite and only daughter all arts and disciplines of the world. trial by pen was just as deadly for the reistance as trial of the long swords.

he started by reading the fantasy that was well and considered uneducational by all in the land of Aeglaseia. With where to find the story keeper and his yam farm, the beloved man of sephardic lineage who slayed demons and refused to bury a corpse on saturday.

His job paid by the job not by the hour. something his late wife grew worried relentlessly about. Concerned that the disipline of politics he spent nearly half a decade mastering would fall dead in his tounge and mind.

The tools of the spinning wheel much to his shame had no place in his mind and tounge. The skill full way this Roman man figured out how to bore his captors into becoming leader of his own nation was an essential list of strategy. as well as geography to pass on to another freedom in the sunshine.

How wonderfully tantilizing and anxiety inducing it was to present himself at the front table at the company picnic (graceously loomed over by the darkened sky and threat of dragon fire). Speaking firmly and clearly at a podium about what the stars meant for their travels, and what direction they may turn next if taking trail by sundown and the cool of night was confusing.

Applause and the reveiwed points in note form from his peers in everything to sigils scribbled on note cards meant tally marks of all present to this event.

No help came from the queen of fair folk about anything but a complaint on the texture of the goods. So much for understanding the way of life and oral myth had to be preserved.A saving grace to send those the last living dragon rider wished to train in mathmatics, archetecture, agriculture and what to and not make medicine with, animal breeding for faster control of land and other basic disiplines for his chosen profession.

One thing other humans could be counted on for was good honest small talk.The folk in straw hats who found the trip up the mountain for trading affairs to be argous as much as he did were chatty. no very friendly because mid day he was on his seat making mapping corrections and with pitchfork in hand someones aunt and uncle were waving excitedly with two little ones that looked nothing alike in bone structure. apparently his tribe was not the only one who increased their numbers for saftey in voting and defense through fostering unfortunate whelps.

maybe one day, if he worked hard enough. the chains, the long hours on a show horse. the foolish stares of people who saught entertainment and not merchendise. It would all be worth it. With no strong female role model, nightshade's father worried his favorite child would not feel beutiful without frills that covered much of her flesh and powerded makeup for court. May that foul tradition of having shame in the skin provided by birthright and motherland to defend against the hot sun.

Damage though mostly temporar; Was still possible, having a retail profession allowed the control and hospitality to not force all in attendance to eat a purely omnivore diet seven days a week. It was nice to not worry about weather the last remaining peice of his wife

Telling stories of the great man in a tower who dreaded his hair knots and chose to sail the open sea with a black beard! But only some women with deeper voices grew beards (and had huskier frames, just as a variety to clothing and not because snake people are completly extinct.

No dream could be had but the one that it was no longer illegal to separate children by the softer sciences and the technical practical skills.There was no diffrence between the manager who could not provide results to the steel worker who does not read instruction well.

The horse was tied to the post and his daughter Nasuada waived excitibly from the window. the book lender hearded some other rowdy patrons inside the building of a small workhouse for the evening meal and greeted her father Ajahad with a professional yet relived grin.

A friendly hug was exchanged and a large, thick hand covered in leather exited the craft time in the public square as a smaller and less experianced black person chatted away excitedly to the horse about chess strategy, dad might be to tired to pay attention and feel asleep standing up again.Good time to be silent and work on strategy practice in checkers, chess and backgammon.

[littlelivebloggs]

Ajahad looks fucking amazing! I’m pretty sure he and Durza are the only ones who’s casting I have absolutely no complaints about. This is exactly what i pictured when I read the book. And his costume looks perfect, too!