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(Okey Dokey)


Tyson walked the dusty streets leaning on his staff. True he did not need it for support, but it helpedto keep up appearances. The day had shimmering heat waves to his senses, but tonight would be cool. It was a night of no moon. Tonight for the first time in almost a month he would doing the thing he had always loved most. Tonight would be a night for flying.

Blaze sat in her cave also feeling the heat. It would be good to be out in the air tonight. Growling softly she stretched and flexed her claws, it would also be good to avenge herself further on those who had dared to wound her and her boy, even though her boy was now a man. Yes it would be good to get out tonight. For tonight would be as black as the dark king's heart. Tonight was a night for flying, tonight was a night for the hunt.

Loki found himself walking on the open road, his cloak draped around him even though it was boiling in the inside. He looked to the ground not worrying where he was going. He had nothing else to do on a day like this well other than do the little work he had to. Thrain would be waiting for him on their part of the wood. Loki was not watching where he was headed and bumped into someone. "Sorry...." In Russian it was kind to appear guilty for ones wrong doing then make a friendly conversation to help with the differences.

Kat opened the door of the old man. "Thank you and come again!" She waves then takes off her apron. "Mom going to the woods to pick herbs! I will be back later!" She shuts the door and runs to the meadowlands. She changes to a filly horse and gallops with all her might. "Brisingr! Where are you?" She looks to the sky, but there was no sign of the dragon

Tyson stumbled a bit. He had felt the interloper coming and as much as his pride screamed against it, he still had his appearance to keep up. He laughed good naturedly, "Think nothing of it. I am often tripping over my own feet. Its almost refreshing to have a bit of a change."

Loki laughs shyly. "Sounds like most people." His accent was coming through. "Are you..."he felt stupid asking. "Are you lost? Do you need help finding your way?"

Tyson grinned broadly, "Oh no I am quite familiar with the town by now. I have not heard your voice before. Are you new or just passing through?"

Loki was reluctant to tell where he was from. "I came from out of town yes but I live here for the time being..." He felt sorry for the blind man. "And what is your name sir?"

Tyson held out one of his gloved hands, "I'm Tyson the local woodcarver and leather worker. If you need help in either if those areas just head towards the workshop right before the forest."

Loki shakes his hand. "You can call me Loki..." Loki waves a hand in front of Tysons face. "Can you see me at all?"

Tyson smiled mirthlessly. "My eyes are useless, however my other senses are not. I can hear the sound and direction of your voice, smell the dust or your travels, and feel the air as you wave your hand in front of my face. Both the question and the gesture are usually considered rude. However your voice sounds young so I will let it pass. Just because someone is disabled does not mean they are unable. There are other ways to compensate." The easier smile returned to his face, "Although most people do take awhile to learn that one, so I shouldn't be too hard on you." Most of what he had said was the truth he reflected. He could do all of those things. His eyes were indeed useless. His heat vision was more of a 360 degree sense. How the images got to his brain was one of the mysteries of magic, and of the bond he and Blaze shared. Smiling teasingly at the boy he leaned on his staff, "Are you ready to find the inn or would you like me to show you around?"