Calithos Blyde
Calithos hummed a merry tune as he sat, watching the boars. This really helped him think, watching them mill and exercise. Eventually oneof the sows would be of age, and he could sell her to another farm. She'd make lots of little piglets for some lucky farm. He smiled as he looked in his lap.
Sitting in his lap was a spiraling staff, twining in itself greatly, before topped with a great gem of amber, with a sigle hand pointing upward with it's index finger pointed to the sky carvd into the surface. Inside the amber gem itself, stars twinkled within, like the sky at night. The oak that comprised the staff was strong, but weathered. The Ethereal who procured it from him complained of risks. Cal told him if the ethereal let him climb onto the damned ship they ride the space between worlds instead, he'd not have to worry about risks.
He scoured her books for the symbol of her god. He knew she was no follower of the Light, but the deities of her home, but he loved her. He knew she missed her home, and the magics both great and terrible, creatures more alien than he had ever imagined, but he loved her. He knew her arts were stranged, alien, sometimes even heretical looking, but he loved her. He found the symbol of her god, crafted in the gem she favored, flowing with magic she knew. He could give her everything in this world, but he looked, and looked, and looked, to find the one thing this world did not have: a piece of her.
She stroked his cheek after he put bullets in his friends, ready to murder her suitor. Cold blooded murder out of hate. She soothed him like a siren. He revealed to be nothing better than some savage, gutting friend and foe alike without a hint of remorse, and she gently kissed his forehead, bringing him to weep like a child. Every horrible bit of his form was bore to her, and with the gentlest touched, melted it away like it was fog in the wind. He prayed whatever she revealed from the fog, was the best she ever deserved.
He looked up, picking up the staff and slowly heading inside, smiling as he hid it under his coat, stepping through the door.