Scene #5341: On Sabers and Gamers

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Saber	It had only been several years since the disaster which had effectively destroyed the small castle town which had preceded Dun Realtai, leaving only ruins and a handful of survivors. Though its winter guardian, Alaia, had done everything in her power to keep everything together in the wake of its previous lord's dabbling in dark magic, her presence had incurred an unnaturally long winter. It was only with the help of Saber, Sir Bedivere, and their allies which had breathed life back into the land and allowed Alaia to resume only her seasonal duties. But now, the humble yet prosperous village was currently suffering a crisis of an entirely opposite nature. Wildfires beyond the thick forests beyond Dun Realtai's lakes raged, though no one knew whether those fires were the cause of the land's drought or were simply encouraged by it. Either way, the green land bustling with life was now parched, with the village taking measures to preserve what little water there was. Even the lake's resident kelpie refrained from ducking his head out to peer ominously at the villagers, keeping entirely below the surface to wait out the dry spell. At the moment, Saber was on foot -- having left her mount in the somewhat cooler stables, being much more capable of withstanding the insane heat than a mortal creature -- patrolling the area in a light linen tunic and blue work jeans -- which might have seemed odd given the medieval nature of the village -- and knee-high work boots. /Good/, she thought, studying the area. /The fire has not come this far in.../ The Servant was somewhat surprised to find Tomoe out, however. "Greetings, Tomoe," she hailed in her typical soft voice with seemed to carry nevertheless. "I would have believed you would remain inside during this drought."
Tomoe	it has been several years, Tomoe only heard about it. She pauses in her training from the looks of it as she took note of Saber as she arrived and grind a little bit. "Greetings Saber, and well can't really stop doing this sort of thing right? Doubly so given some change that have happened as of late to me back home. I need to keep training ans what has you out? I heard about it and if it comes to it? I can fly off but I was going to ask do you need some help with trying to control the fire or pulling people out of dangerous areas with it?" She lowers her weapon for the moment and grins at her friend She moves to get off the log she was trianing on and to join up with Saber.

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It had only been several years since the disaster which had effectively destroyed the small castle town which had preceded Dun Realtai, leaving only ruins and a handful of survivors. Though its winter guardian, Alaia, had done everything in her power to keep everything together in the wake of its previous lord's dabbling in dark magic, her presence had incurred an unnaturally long winter. It was only with the help of Saber, Sir Bedivere, and their allies which had breathed life back into the land and allowed Alaia to resume only her seasonal duties.

     But now, the humble yet prosperous village was currently suffering a crisis of an entirely opposite nature. Wildfires beyond the thick forests beyond Dun Realtai's lakes raged, though no one knew whether those fires were the cause of the land's drought or were simply encouraged by it. Either way, the green land bustling with life was now parched, with the village taking measures to preserve what little water there was. Even the lake's resident kelpie refrained from ducking his head out to peer ominously at the villagers, keeping entirely below the surface to wait out the dry spell.

     At the moment, Saber was on foot -- having left her mount in the somewhat cooler stables, being much more capable of withstanding the insane heat than a mortal creature -- patrolling the area in a light linen tunic and blue work jeans -- which might have seemed odd given the medieval nature of the village -- and knee-high work boots. /Good/, she thought, studying the area. /The fire has not come this far in.../

     The Servant was somewhat surprised to find Tomoe out, however. "Greetings, Tomoe," she hailed in her typical soft voice with seemed to carry nevertheless. "I would have believed you would remain inside during this drought."

Tomoe

it has been several years, Tomoe only heard about it. She pauses in her training from the looks of it as she took note of Saber as she arrived and grind a little bit.

"Greetings Saber, and well can't really stop doing this sort of thing right? Doubly so given some change that have happened as of late to me back home. I need to keep training ans what has you out? I heard about it and if it comes to it? I can fly off but I was going to ask do you need some help with trying to control the fire or pulling people out of dangerous areas with it?"

She lowers her weapon for the moment and grins at her friend She moves to get off the log she was trianing on and to join up with Saber.