flyinglight: (captivated staring - who is she?)
Luke Skywalker ([personal profile] flyinglight) wrote in [community profile] tushanshu_logs2016-05-01 10:20 pm

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Characters: Luke Skywalker & Amberdrake
Date: April 12th
Location: Outside the Welcome Center
Situation: Prosthetics issues
Warnings/Rating: None, I don't think


He'd already been given - or offered - more help with the cybernetic than he could frankly have hoped for, which was something of a relief. Both because it was new and he was still getting used to it, and because of the situation here, which he wasn't sure what to think of, yet.

Shaking his head, Luke leaned against the wall outside the building while he waited for Amberdrake to appear, feeling vaguely hopeful about what he'd said he could do. So far, the instances of pain and the feeling of the hand that wasn't there (that the Force insisted wasn't there, had never been there) had been few, but Luke was distinctly aware that it'd been only two weeks...

He pushed that thought away and looked up at the noise of footsteps.
amberdrake: official book art by author (kestra'chern)

[personal profile] amberdrake 2016-06-02 12:04 pm (UTC)(link)
"Ah," Amberdrake tilted his head a little to one side, watching the young man intently for a moment. Then he smiled, again, at the snort. "If you ever wish to talk about it to someone, I'll offer my ear. That's what I actually do for a living; I am a... therapist, of sorts."

Yes, of sorts. Gods, but he needed a better way to describe what he was!

"...Though that word grossly over-simplifies what I do. Kestra'chern just doesn't translate very well, no matter how I try it."
amberdrake: Umid Yuldashev (I think?) (I'm home again I won the war)

[personal profile] amberdrake 2016-06-03 08:49 am (UTC)(link)
"Something like that," Amberdrake had waited during that tension, radiating a low-level calm as he often did in such situations. "Most kestra'chern are not Healers, though we all know the basics, and things like massage therapy and injury recovery therapy. That I also happen to be a fully-trained Healer... I make use of it as a kestra'chern. It's a bonus to my skill-set. I can't be a full-time Healer, though I was an emergency Healer during the War... and thus I did more Healing than anyone preferred."

It was always better to not have to use your emergency Healers! And the capital W in War was pretty much audible in his voice... most of Urtho's army referred to it as such, and had for decades. It was its own entity; an eternal, dark monster with its own whims and hungers.
amberdrake: 2nd book's cover art of Drake (Skandranon)

[personal profile] amberdrake 2016-06-04 09:28 am (UTC)(link)
Amberdrake looked down for a moment, gathering his thoughts.

"Power, of course," he chuckled, a touch wry. "The rallying point Ma'ar built his army around was superior breed theory... that people like me, with my brown skin, were decadent foreigners who needed to be taught a lesson. 'Taught a lesson' devolved quickly into 'wiped out', of course. That was the start of the war, anyway.

"It lasted over a decade... Ma'ar's real goal was world domination, but his grudge against my kind for not simply laying down and dying for the cause was palpable. He had similar hatred for gryphons, and tervardi, hertasi, dyheli, kyree... anything that didn't look like him or was created by him, honestly. And even that latter... he didn't treat the makaar very kindly, either. They were just his attempt at countering Urtho's gryphons.

"It was a war ultimately between two Adept Mages of such power that they could create entire races from scratch. Urtho stood against him, and we rallied behind him. But the world will never be the same, not in so very many ways."