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 Together we can get somewhere, Qether Stone (Hassan & Juju)
DAI PRASAD
 Posted: Jan 28 2017, 04:46 PM
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Vidrohan spy gone rogue. Gone native with the Veer people and hoping to keep the fact he is a Shadow and a spy a secret to the people he has as family. He hopes the Vidrohan don't work out he has been purposefully sending them false and vague reports on the Veer people.
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Is it better?
In all honest, Dai had not expected to miss the desert. The Dunes. The rolling sand. The blistering heat of daylight. The ice cold shudders of a blue-mooned night. He wasn't born here. He wasn't raised here. And yet, returning after such a long absence, the Shadow had to admit, it truly felt like returning home. Emeraude might not have been what it once was. All might have been lost within it. But it seemed like the desert still remained, an unmovable entity, flowing with a steady movement like the grey ocean. The magic storms still raged, of course. But one thing that remained, firm and eternal was the desert. But home was a place you always felt welcome, wasn't it? As sentimental as that was, Dai couldn't deny that nothing had quite made him feel that way much more than stepping foot upon Emeraude's desert landscape once again.

"Do you think we'll actually find anything?" he asked, holding a hand up to his brow and scanning the horizon. The sun was bright, the heat blistering. Although it was not the first time he had shown his true face to the desert, it was the longest in which he had. The Shadow could feel the heat tenfold and he did not doubt that it was because of his pale complexion. He had taken precautions of course - Dai was anything but reckless - but still, it did not make him feel much better stood under an unrelenting sun.

He let out a small huff and stopped walking, putting his hands at his hips and turning back to Hassan. He had every intention to say something serious and practical. But instead Dai found himself utterly distracted by the way his husband strode across the sand with such strength and purpose. The way the sun caressed his skin, and haloed about his head in just the right way. He was beautiful. Dai stayed quiet for a long moment, just content to watch the man who was so at one with the desert, a small, soft smile playing at his lips.

But of course, Dai's more practical nature won out in the end, "You look so at home" he said softly, looking amused at Hassan, knowing full well it was because the desert was his home, and no amount of distance or rain in the Common Grounds would change that. "We should find a point to hide. In case a storm comes our way. The last thing we want is to be caught unprepared."

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HASSAN PRASAD
 Posted: Jan 30 2017, 11:44 AM
28
years old
common grounds
party planner
brave
adaptable
about
Oldest son of the Dune Witch Hassan has done his part to try to help the Veer people adjust to life outside the desert. He loves his family very much but has kept a few choice secrets from them, namely, that his husband Dai is a shadow.
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It wasn't exactly home, not as he remembered it. Hassan still appreciated getting the chance to come back to the Veer Desert though. He'd been born here, as had many of his ancestors, and if things got back to normal he'd die here too. He had no plans on dying any time soon though. Hands on his hips he slid down a sand dune a bit as he looked towards the horizon. It was windier than usual and darker. It was supposed to be morning time yet the clouds above suggested otherwise.

That was why it did not exactly feel like the home he remembered. the magical storms loomed above ready to crack open the sky and hammer down all sorts of calamities. " Yes and no," he answered his husband as he moved toward him. It was so nice to see Dai in his true form among the familiar desert landscape. They were alone so there was no reason for him to use his shadow face. The but of desert sun he was getting seemed to be messing with Dai's fair skin ad Hassan reached over to adjust his head coverings.

"The village was made to withstand desert storms. In theory they should have been able to withstand these storms. Though there have been reports of lots of thunder here. For all we know the villages could have burned to the ground in our absence." It was not a pleasant thought but he figured it was best to go into this with a realistic viewpoint. He smiled when Dai told him he looked at home. Reaching down he took the shadow's hand in his. It might have been hot and humid but he wasn't going to miss the opportunity to bring Dai closer to him.

"We are home. Besides, this is the first time we have been here while married. I'm a little giddy to have you all to myself here." He hoped Dai wouldn't find his honesty too forward. Sure they had been married for three years now but even the simplest wink could render the shadow to blush furiously. Dai, of course, found something practical to reply with and Hassan couldn't argue his way back to shameless flirtation. With a soft sigh he looked about, "the Vica rocks aren't too far from here. If they are still up then we can dip underneath them."

He led the way still knowing the land like the back o his hand. To him things weren't so different. There was no vegetation anymore but there were still a few mountains and such that were weathering the storm. They were his point of reference. "So say you," he said as a small smile returned to his face, "about getting caught unprepared, that is. I actually plan to catch you when you are least aware this entire trip." The rocks weren't far and he let himself relax a bit, intertwining his fingers with Dai's.

He was about to talk about how this could be a small honeymoon for them when a thunder bolt flashed and roared only a few feet behind them. The closeness and colossal strength of it made Hassan jump and turn around. Just then another bolt flashed and roared even closer to them. Hand clasped tightly in Dai's grip Hassan began to run towards the rocks. They would provide them with cover. The thunder seemed to chase them across the desert sands. They both had to leap to get out of the way of the last thunder bolt that zapped right where their feet had been.

Out of breath eh made sure no part of them was exposed for the thunder to try to zap them. This definitely was not the desert he has grown up in anymore. "Are you alright, my love?" he asked Dai as he cupped the shadow's face and looked into his light colored eyes. Hassan let out a frustrated grunt, "gods, we haven't had to run like that since we had to chase that barrel of water that rolled down the hill back home!"

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DAI PRASAD
 Posted: Feb 3 2017, 06:45 PM
13
years old
Common Grounds
Spy/Veer Bookkeeper
Protective
Resilient
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Vidrohan spy gone rogue. Gone native with the Veer people and hoping to keep the fact he is a Shadow and a spy a secret to the people he has as family. He hopes the Vidrohan don't work out he has been purposefully sending them false and vague reports on the Veer people.
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Is it better?
Hassan could be so light-hearted sometimes. It was both his greatest strength and greatest weakness, and it was one of the things Dai both adored and could be utterly infuriated by. There was a time and a place for such flirtations, and it didn't really feel like being in the middle of the desert (home or not) with the threat of magical storms was really the place. Though, the moment Hassan slipped his hand to take Dai's, the shadow did little to resist, for he truly did love him so, even if he worried that Hassan's lack of observations would cause him to get into some serious trouble one day.

His husband was right though. They really did have only each other out here. Any signs of life or vegetation had all since vanished, and it probably would have felt uncomfortably isolated and lonesome had they not been with each other.They hadn't ever had a prolonged period of time utterly alone. Dai still tended to resort to his other face while in public, something Hassan was still trying to discourage him of. He had gotten better certainly. Though Dai still feared any of the Veer people catching the two of them together when he did not have his other face on. So this.... this was surprisingly freeing.

Dai felt Hassan's fingers intertwine with his and he smiled fondly to himself, squeezing his husband's hand. "You might be waiting to catch me for some time. I have prepared for practically any eventuality." He smiled proudly. Always being one who liked to be prepared. Dai liked to know he had his bases covered, knowing that a rainy day would happen sooner or later, it was best to be ready for such a thing. Almost as if on cue, there was a sudden flash of light behind them, followed by the rumble of thunder. Dai glanced over his shoulder, just as a second bolt of lightning landed closer towards them. He had little opportunity to choose what to do, as Hassan gripped his hand tight and started running, while Dai was dragged with him, stumbling after.

They fled to the rocks, where they hid from the lightning that flashed around them. The storm clouds rolled overhead, dark, and threatening. Dai stared at them, briefly taken in and somewhat enamoured by their apparent awesome power. That was until two hands slipped to his cheeks and turned his attention back to Hassan's face, as he regained his composure. "Y-yes" he spluttered, swallowing and trying to catch his breath as his pale eyes flittered about their surroundings for a moment.

Once settled, he let out a sigh, leaning his head against Hassan's shoulder in comfort. "You were like a Jack Rabbit" he said with a breathless laugh. The desert was far more hostile than it had been. Perhaps this really wasn't a home for either of them anymore.

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HASSAN PRASAD
 Posted: Feb 4 2017, 12:17 PM
28
years old
common grounds
party planner
brave
adaptable
about
Oldest son of the Dune Witch Hassan has done his part to try to help the Veer people adjust to life outside the desert. He loves his family very much but has kept a few choice secrets from them, namely, that his husband Dai is a shadow.
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With Dai's head on his shoulder Hassan relaxed a bit into his warmth. As long as Dai was alright then all that horrible running had been worth it. What a vicious and vindictive storm this was. It seemed to be doing all in its power to keep the couple from enjoying their alone time together. Hassan wasn't one to quit so easily though. He laughed along with Dai enjoying the vibration his husband's mirth spread across his shoulder.

"Did you think you married a man incapable of such feats?" Hassan teased as he put an arm around Dai's shoulders and pulled the shadow closer. Resting his chin on Dai's head softly he breathed in the familiar scent of his hair, "I am the eldest son of the reigning Dune Witch. I can handle a crummy magical storm, no problem." As if on cue a thunder bolt struck at the rock over them violently. The place rumbled around them but soon enough it stilled once more.

"...Do you think it hears us?" Hassan asked as he looked about their small area of protection. It was dark and damp here. Certainly not a place they could take refuge for very long. He knew it was an irrational question but the thunder bolts did chase them all the way over here. Stranger things had happened. Magical storms were a tricky business. They could cause anything, even the most unimaginable things, to happen.

"It certainly has it out for us," Hassan said as he pulled Dai closer to him for comfort, "Maybe we should wait here till it eases up or passes over." Neither of them could survive a direct bolt of lightning. They weren't in any rush to move forward either. Maybe the wise decision would be to wait it out. Sometimes these storms could rage for days, other times just a matter of minutes. There was no rhyme or reason to them. The seemed to act on their own free will.

Laying back on the ground Hassan put his head in his hands and stared up at the rock ceiling, "so what is the plan for this eventuality, maestro?" He had no doubt in his mind that Dai had something prepared for a detour like this. Hassan secretly hoped there would be snacks involved. Though he had packed many Dai had insisted they ration their food much to Hassan's disappointment.

Despite his coverings Hassan felt a chill in the air. He shivered for a moment before pulling Dai down with him. Wrapping his arms and a leg around him he cuddled him close., "its too cold here," he confirmed. He lay soft kisses on Dai's forehead and cheeks, "Do you think they will believe us back in the village? About the storm chasing us because we couldn't keep our hands off each other?" Hassan had no doubt they wouldn't believe the handsy part of the tale. It was the storm part that seemed far-fetched.

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DAI PRASAD
 Posted: Feb 5 2017, 12:50 PM
13
years old
Common Grounds
Spy/Veer Bookkeeper
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Resilient
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Vidrohan spy gone rogue. Gone native with the Veer people and hoping to keep the fact he is a Shadow and a spy a secret to the people he has as family. He hopes the Vidrohan don't work out he has been purposefully sending them false and vague reports on the Veer people.
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Is it better?
It seemed Hassan's smack-talk had riled up the storm again, and though Dai was not entirely convinced a storm could hear them, the almost vindictive nature of the lightning against them seemed to cause a certain call for alarm. "It is magic" Dai stated, shifting closer to Hassan and looking warily up at their surroundings that they called protection. The shadow's knowledge of magic was poor in comparison to others' of his ilk, having little connection to it, and not knowing his creator whom he could better understand such things from. For all intents and purposes, magic could very well do anything. So maybe 'hearing' wasn't entirely too far removed from what it could do.

The magic that had consumed Emeraude was so strong and so embedded in the land, and water and air now. Like a strange sickness. Perhaps it was an illusion of home he had recognised. Though it was never truly his home. He had long since decided that his home would be wherever Hassan was but wasn't that the whole point of marriage? "I don't know how long it will last. It might vanish as quickly as it came. You can never really tell with these things." As if he really knew. It was all assumptions and guesswork, but he hated feeling so helpless for answers. You could never truly be prepared for the unknown.

Quietly, he watched his husband slide down upon the ground, and proposed the question of what they were to do now. Really, Dai had no idea. Vindictive Magical Storms were not something he had remotely considered, but he didn't dare wish to tell Hassan that. As long as the man beside him was safe, that was all that mattered, that was the top priority. He had some alternative routes planned out. Though it would mean they would be out in Emeraude far longer than they had originally planned, which meant food would have to be taken more carefully. This wasn't a simple jaunt in the woods after all. Despite the comfort they had in each other's company, if the storm was anything to go by, this was still very much a hostile environment where death was a very real possibility.

Before he had a chance to comment, however, Hassan had pulled Dai down with him, and Dai found himself curled up with his husband by his side, and for a moment, Dai closed his eyes and nestled his face against the crook of the man's neck, arms wrapped about him contentedly. "A vindictive storm?" he mused softly, "I don't know if I even believe it."

Sighing, he let his fingertips stroke at the man's spine through his clothes, shifting against him and pressing a little closer. "It is cold." he commented, "We do need to keep moving. There's another route we can take. But it will mess up our timings. We really need to get to the waymarker before it gets dark." He flicked his pale gaze up to Hassan for a moment, watching him contentedly. If only they could just stay here in each other's arms in perfect privacy. Dai would be happy to quietly accept that. "And if you're cold. We really need to set up camp. In case you get sick."

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HASSAN PRASAD
 Posted: Sep 6 2017, 09:16 AM
28
years old
common grounds
party planner
brave
adaptable
about
Oldest son of the Dune Witch Hassan has done his part to try to help the Veer people adjust to life outside the desert. He loves his family very much but has kept a few choice secrets from them, namely, that his husband Dai is a shadow.
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He was not going to get sick. Dai was always fussing over him often times forgetting Hassan was Veer and thus could handle anything. Still, it did not pain him to play at his husband's concerns. If that meant they got to stay here longer and avoid a longer route to try to get around the storm then he would feign needing to rest and build camp, "lets' set up camp, love, and see where the rest takes us." It was not an completely unpleasant place. They were at least hidden away from it all. After a few hours the storm seemed to move on to other unseen victims.

Dai was right and they could not dally for long. As much as a fun night in with Dai sounded Hassan knew they were on a mission and had to be serious about it. So as soon as the storm subsided he stopped pretending to be unwell and began packing up the camp, "we will travel in the dark. It will be fine. Worst thing that could happen is we trip over a few rocks on the road." That or a few bones. Emeraude was a true wasteland now and nothing had been done about those left behind.

It was not a pleasant thought so Hassan pushed it away. With the camp packed he produced a small light from the ends of his fingertips in the shape of a ball. He tossed it over to Dai and watched with amusement at his wonder over the thing, "to light the way, love." It was dim and small enough to not cause any alarm to anyone or anything that might be out wandering but bright enough to show them the way.

Cautiously the pair made their way out only to stop in their tracks just a few feet out of their protection. There was a bright light just ahead of them. It seemed to be ground level and it did not stir. Hassan thought of the most unlikely sources; a sand worm with a bright nose, a dragon snoring flames out in the open. It of course would not be any of those, "...its a lantern." Despite Dai's hushed warnings Hassan moved towards the light. The closer he got the more he could see the shape of a person hunched over in the sand next to the light.

Was this some sort of trick? Probably. Hassan kept looking from side to side as he approached the still lump on the ground expecting an ambush at any moment. Slightly kicking the body to see if it would stir he heard it emit a soft groan. Looking upon Dai for a moment he shrugged before squatting down, "hello there, the desert is no place for a nap." Flipping off the lump's headgear Hassan could see it was only a boy. What in the world was he doing out here all alone?

Dragging him upright he gave Dai one of the boy's arms and the two of them managed to get him into their previous camp area. Feeding the boy a bit of water Hassan hoped he would awaken soon, "come on there, blondie, your plight is not over just yet."

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LORD JUSTE DE SAUVETERRE
 Posted: Oct 1 2017, 10:19 AM
17
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Alinor
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Still struggling to cope with the death of his older sister and the long absence and subsequent cursing of his father. Naive and overly trusting, Juste seeks a way to prove himself to his family, those he respects and himself. He is desperately trying to seek a cure for his father's curse.
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Despite his mother's protests, Juste had decided he couldn't just sit by and ignore the prospect that there was something out there which could finally cure his father. He hated the idea of betraying his mother in such a way, but perhaps one day she might forgive him if he could help bring their family back together again. Perhaps it was wishful thinking, but sitting idly by was not how Juste could handle things, and as days wore on to weeks and months and years with still nothing to help his father or his family, Juste had to keep trying, because to not try was the same as giving up.

Hence why he found himself in the deserts of Emeraude. He had thought he had been prepared. He had taken everything he thought he might need, including extra food and water, protective clothing and so on, but even so, nothing had quite prepared him for the storms made of glass, nor the airless breezes and the swallowing sand. Still, the boy trudged on, too far to retreat and too determined to give in, but when night fell, even he was too exhausted to continue much further on foot. He had settled down next to what he thought was a large rock formation that might offer some minimal protection, covering his face and hunkering down for at least a little sleep.

At least, that was the plan. Juste awoke to find the rock had gone, and most of his belongings had vanished into the sand. Panicking, he searched in the darkness, with just his lantern to guide him, until there was something - another light? - that caught his attention in the distance. If he couldn't find where his things had gone, perhaps there would be someone out there to help. He just had to keep walking.

Dai had protested numerous times, it could be a trick, or a mirage, or some sort of magical thing, but Hassan had pleaded and offered him those big doe eyes that Dai couldn't help but agree to drag the boy back to their own camp. He did not look particularly hardened enough for any desert, let alone the likes of Emeraude as it was now. At least Dai and Hassan had enough experience to know somewhat of what to expect, but this boy was almost as pale as Dai was in his ordinary form and looked far too young to be out here on his lonesome. Still, Dai did not entirely trust him despite how young and innocent he looked.

Juste didn't remember collapsing. He just remembered walking to the light until his feet burned and his legs crumpled beneath him. He was just so tired and thirsty. He didn't notice being lifted up and carried, nor the feeling of being slumped on the ground again. Only the sweet taste of water on his lips seeming to bring some semblance of life back to him through faded, hazy eyes. He looked weakly to two people. One handsome man leaning over him with some water, and another stood a little further away with a serious frown and an expression of distrust.

"You shouldn't be here. Why would you think to come wandering here on your own?" Dai said seriously, still not entirely sure the boy was as helpless as he seemed to be. Hassan always got too close to things he shouldn't. Dai supposed he counted as something in regards to that as well. It was one Hassan's greatest assets and also his greatest fault. He was at risk of getting caught out one of these days. Dai just hoped it wasn't today.

"Ahm..." Juste croaked, his voice sore despite the water he drank and he closed his eyes, wincing, his head thudding hard against his skull, "Ahm looking for... something..."

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HASSAN PRASAD
 Posted: Nov 6 2017, 02:19 PM
28
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Oldest son of the Dune Witch Hassan has done his part to try to help the Veer people adjust to life outside the desert. He loves his family very much but has kept a few choice secrets from them, namely, that his husband Dai is a shadow.
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He was just a boy after all. Hassan lowered the water carefully into his mouth worried that they might have found him too late. They had supplies here but they could not work miracles. The desert had always taken what it wanted and if it wanted this boy there was very little Hassan or Dai could do about it. "Your lantern saved your life," Hassan said softly, "if we had not seen it we would have passed right by you." the boy had pretty decent gear with him. The problem seemed to be that he had come here alone. All the gear in the world could not keep an eye out for you like a partner could.

"Do you know where you are?" Hassan asked as he helped the boy sit up, "in Emeraude, I mean. It all very much looks the same now but you are in the Veer desert. I do not think you will find anything here." At least not anything his outsider mind would know of. Thre was such a look of determination in the boy though. Even as he hardly clung to life he seemed dead-set on taking a few breaths and continuing on his way. Hassan had to admit he admired that quality in others, especially non Veer folk. To be Veer was to be brave but to see it in others outside his people was always a welcome sight.

"What is your name?" he asked, exchanging a glance with Dai for a moment before continuing, "I'm Hassan, this is my husband, Dai." He could already feel that Dai would fight him about being so honest with a stranger but he would at least have the sense to wait till the stranger was out of their sights. The boy was quite the curiosity. He must have been very lost. Had the Gods placed him in their path for a reason?

"What were you looking for out here? Perhaps we can help you find it." Hassan made a strong effort to not catch Dai's gaze. They were not here to help boys in distress they were here to do Veer business. Still, Hassan hadn't the heart to leave this poor defenseless boy on his own. surely he'd die out here if they did not help him.

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DAI PRASAD
 Posted: Dec 26 2017, 05:07 PM
13
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Common Grounds
Spy/Veer Bookkeeper
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Vidrohan spy gone rogue. Gone native with the Veer people and hoping to keep the fact he is a Shadow and a spy a secret to the people he has as family. He hopes the Vidrohan don't work out he has been purposefully sending them false and vague reports on the Veer people.
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Dai was still uneasy. The boy did not look like the sort who might survive the desert at all. Few people were stupid enough to throw themselves into the desert of Emeraude and so badly prepared. The boy couldn't be a witch - witches tended to have more sense as far as Dai could tell. Perhaps he was something else. Perhaps a spy for the Vidrohans, here to spy upon him. And yet, Hassan was here, worried about the boy, despite Dai's unease.

He shifted from foot to foot, pacing back and forth behind Hassan and observing the boy carefully, as it seemed he finally began to find some semblance of life.

"Juste..." the boy answered with difficulty, sad blue eyes peering between Hassan and Dai. "My name is Juste de Sauveterre" he didn't see why it needed to be a secret. His name should mean nothing to those out here. He was close to dead anyway, perhaps, if things did come to death, his name would fall into dust. The family name was already close to such a place. A sister dead and a father almost. Perhaps his mother and younger sister could drag the name out of the dark, but Juste didn't hold out much hope.

Hassan asked the boy, Juste, what he was looking for, and if they could help, and immediately, Dai raised both eyebrows and cleared his throat slightly, looking towards Hassan with alarm and a small frown. "Can we-...?" he asked, with a tilt of his head, before reaching for Hassan's arm and leading them both away from the boy. "Why did you say that?" he whispered with a small hiss. "We don't know who this boy really is or why he's out here. We can't just-... we can't just go and---" Dai looked hesitantly across to Juste once more, "...We should sent him back to his home."

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HASSAN PRASAD
 Posted: Jan 23 2018, 01:41 PM
28
years old
common grounds
party planner
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adaptable
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Oldest son of the Dune Witch Hassan has done his part to try to help the Veer people adjust to life outside the desert. He loves his family very much but has kept a few choice secrets from them, namely, that his husband Dai is a shadow.
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The boy's name was quite the handful. Hassan was not going to attempt to say the whole thing out loud, "nice to meet you, Juste." Before much else could be discussed Dai was taking Hassan away from the boy. Hassan crossed his arms over his chest, exasperated by Dai's overprotectiveness, "How am I supposed to help him get home if I don't know anything about him, Dai? Why don't you make us some tea?" Maybe if Dai had a task he would stop fidgeting and looking so obviously nervous. If the boy was dangerous the last thing they needed to do was look suspicious.

He made his way back to Juste, making sure to prop his little blonde head up with a rolled up jacket so he would be more comfortable, "Dai is very worried for you. It is not often we run into strangers in this desert....especially not lately. So how far from home have you ventured, young Juste?" He could hear his own voice taking on a caring and fatherly tone. He could not help it though, Hassan had been raised by one of the friendliest fathers imaginable. It was only natural that he would inherit such a kind tone.

That reminded him that he was on a mission for the good of the Veer people. As much as he wanted to help this boy he still had a duty to complete. Hassan assured himself that after he got some sense out of the boy he would go and find what he was here for before taking the kid home. Dai would not like the idea of them babysitting the kid this whole time but was there any other choice? They couldn't just abandon him to the elements.

"There is nothing to worry about anymore, young Juste, Dai and I will take you home soon."

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