marox_pass_copello_missing fyn gula "travel between worlds is always dangerous," maylay said, thinking of copello's solitary journey from kemuyla to cirkelia. how far interior he descended could only be guessed at for communication was lost several weeks before. copello was an enigmatic soul, frustrating many by his ambiguous behaviour. twenty years as spiritual advisor suddenly forsaken in pursuit of the whispers of faeries and unicorn horn. yet, maylay never doubted his motives. he knew they were pure, even if they were hedonistic, but who can be the judge of the hidden life? "for the sake of art," he told himself. "the acquisition of beauty." reality is a bitter pill, a limp in the walk, a slap on the sunburned back. truth be told, copello was missing and where he was had to be carefully discriminated. maylay held a parchment in his hands, a beautiful document painstakingly written with the juice of pokeberry. it had been delivered to him on the back of a rabbit of the morning. he read the words, and although they were in nivekian, he could speak seven languages and it was as if his own mother was speaking and not the leader of the land of screaming whispers. "where frightened field mice shriek from the clenched talons of the red-tailed hawk... where the arrow enters the skin and the loss of blood drains the breath in an inaudible hiss... where the eye no longer beholds priority... where the ear fails to distinguish singing from a pleading for recognition... where hands go numb from atrophy, where feet stumble from the slice of the axe, where the mind can not separate fantasy from what is real, this is where you will find what you are searching for." he read the words aloud to anton, nabiscus, and nimbia. "nylem braches, unmistakeably." nimbia said. "let's go forward. we have a friend to rescue." 010608 ... rabbit rivers death to oblivion. long live clarity. 020920 ... log burning fire where it all started for a new blue generation... 060215 what's it to you? who go blather from