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In the Winds of Muse, lives a fabulous bird, doned in shimmering colors. He is surrounded by devoted congeners, all at his service. Yberkan, such is the name the homins gave him. Like a king, he does not fear homins and lets them approach him and even caress him for the most audacious. But the homins like challenges and the stories that run about this king lead them to come and fight him to prove their mastery.

And it is one of these stories that I will tell you tonight.

“

Once upon a time, when the homins were just emerging from the Prime Roots, there were two young Trykeris. They had their inexperience and their desire to live in common, but everything else separated them. Saxy was small, a bit chubby, but pretty as a picture with her two long blonde pigtails and wide blue eyes. She was a coquette and loved nothing more than to sew brightly colored clothes. Dancing and singing kept her busy all day. Homins would often turn around to follow her with their gaze, but she would look at them distractedly and go on her way, laughing.
Copsan was so thin and tall that her dark brush hair stuck out wherever she was. Her clear gaze seemed to scrutinize you to the core. The sword at her side looked ready to jump into her hand. But by the fireside, she was displaying unsuspected storytelling skills

The storyteller pauses.

“

Saxy liked to go to the Winds of Muse to harvest there materials for her clothes to craft. Her guild leader had shown her the interesting places. He had also taught her to love "Yberkan" and brought her in the area more than once to approach and admire him.

One day, while walking around, she came across Copsan practicing on stingas. Saxy couldn't help but admire the finesse and agility of this unknown Trykera, who seemed to be the same age as her. She seemed inexhaustible, twirling from one stinga to another. But suddenly the machine jammed, a stinga a little more resistant, a breath a little shorter, another stinga coming to help the first one. Before Saxy could even reach for his amplifiers in the bag, Copsan was lying on the ground.

"Don't move! I'm coming," Saxy shouted. But then, healing was not Saxy's strong point.

Painstakingly, one little heal after another, Saxy managed to get Copsan to her feet, but then they both had to drop to the sawdust to rest.

"Grytt!" Copsan finally articulated.

"O’tan!"

"But, excuse me, I thought you wouldn't manage it."

Saxy blushed, hurt anyway by this little remark.

"I know, I need to make some progress. But I like sewing better. There are so many good healers within my guild."

Copsan saw Saxy's face change and immediately repented.

"Senn, excuse me, I have been alone for so long, I don't know how to behave nicely anymore. I'm hurting you when you just revived me. My name is Copsan and I just arrived in Fairhaven."

The smile lit up Saxy's face again.

"Saxy of the guild of the Fairhaven Guardians. You just arrived and you're already training on those big stingas? You'll be of great interest to my guild leader! Come on, I'll introduce you!"

Copsan laughed.

"No, no, not so fast. I want to discover more before choosing. Do you want us to train together? You could train your healing!"

"Oh, is that true? Do you want me along?"

For all answer, Copsan grabbed her sword and, camped in front of the stinga, let out a brief cry.

"Forward!"

The stingas went on and on until both Trykeris collapsed, exhausted. Saxy then took out of his bag some wood and oil to light a campfire. There, Saxy began to sing in her sweet voice a lullaby from the depths of time that brought tears to Copsan's eyes and Copsan delighted Saxy with the story of her arrival at the Rangers' base camp.
Their friendship had been born.
Inseparable, they could be seen running on the pontoons, unconcerned with the angry looks of the more calm Trykers. Each pushed the other to excel. Of course, the leader of the Fairhaven Guardians had been delighted to meet Copsan, but at Saxy's request, he had been content to offer her the guild's services.
One day, however, this friendship was put to the test.
As usual, Saxy and Copsan had met at the Winds of Muse. As they went to train, Saxy suddenly exclaimed:

"He's here! Come, come quickly, let's go see him!"

There, shimmering in his blue plumage, Yberkan, surrounded by his guard flitted lazily. Seeing the Trykeris coming, he raised a bit in the sky but no threat was coming from Saxy whom Yberkan had already met. Saxy went forward, happy to be able to show the beautiful bird to her friend, but soon realized that something was wrong. The troop was anxious, vigilant.
She spun around, looking for the cause of this anxiety, and saw Copsan, frozen, her hand clenched to make her phalanges turn white on the hilt of her sword.

"No!" she shouted.

She rushed towards Copsan, trying to stop her from drawing his sword.

"No! We're not in danger! Come on, he's as gentle as can be. He knows we wouldn't hurt him much with our little swords! Come on! Let's go pet him!"

Copsan, stubborn, refused to let go of her sword. All the warrior's tension was evident in her stare at the king. Saxy continued to shake her, trying to get her to drop the sword. Copsan seemed to come to.

"Yes, you're right, let's get closer."

Saxy released her friend and walked confidently over to the king, followed by Copsan. She started to caress him, when Copsan drew her sword to attack Yberkan.

"Nooo!"

The response was instant! The entire guard assaulted Copsan and Saxy, who had been healing her friend out of habit. Soon, silence returned to the Winds of Muse.

The storyteller pauses again.

“

It was a fury that appeared up at the Fairhaven teleporter, called back by the Karavan.

"But why did you attack him? He wasn't doing anything to us! I don't want to see you again! Never!"

Saxy ran off to hide in the guild hall, crying hes eyes out. It took all the persuasion of her guild leader to get her out of her hideout.

"She attacked him just like that without saying anything. Oh why Ny-chief? I never want to talk to her again!"

"Oh, come on Saxy! Stop it right now! You are not going to get angry with your best friend for Yberkan! Yes she attacked him, that's her warrior instinct! You see his shimmering dress, she sees his fighting ability, his sharp beak. But I'm going to get her a good telling-off and teach her not to attack in any way!"

"Noooo! Not you too! You love him like I do! You're the one who taught me to get close and to come and caress him."

Her chief smiled.

"Of course Saxy! With your big heart you wouldn't know how to do anything else! But tell you something, when a warrior sees that king, he won't rest until he's over the trial and gets the better of him. So, you can stay indefinitely angry with Copsan or help her in her quest. As for Yberkan, he will disappear, yes, but only to be reborn as beautiful as ever."

Several days passed but she was missing her friend horribly and when she finally decided to leave the guildhall, she found her there waiting for her, just as desperate. They fell into each other's arms and vowed never to hurt each other again.

The storyteller pauses one last time and smiles.

“

A Jena year later, the emerging daylight reflected off the guild crests of the two friends and made the colors of Yberkan shimmer. Copsan turned to Saxy, smiled at her, drew her sword as Saxy was doning her amplifiers, and set off towards her destiny!

This story was told by Kyriann Ba'Zephy during the second Meeting of the Bards which was held Mystia 2612-4 (OOC: April 2021).

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+''In the Winds of Muse, lives a fabulous bird, doned in shimmering colors. He is surrounded by devoted congeners, all at his service. Yberkan, such is the name the homins gave him. Like a king, he does not fear homins and lets them approach him and even caress him for the most audacious. But the homins like challenges and the stories that run about this king lead them to come and fight him to prove their mastery.
-''Dans les Vents du Songe, vit un oiseau fabuleux, plein de couleurs chatoyantes. Il est entouré de congénères dévoués, tout à son service. Yberkan, tel est le nom que lui ont donné les homins. Tel un roi, il ne craint pas les homins et se laisse approcher et même caresser pour les plus audacieux. Mais les homins aiment les défis et les histoires qui courent sur ce roi les amènent à venir le combattre pour prouver leur maîtrise.
-''Et c’est une de ces histoires que je vais vous raconter ce soir.
+''And it is one of these stories that I will tell you tonight.
+{{Quotation| |Once upon a time, when the homins were just emerging from the Prime Roots, there were two young Trykeris. They had their inexperience and their desire to live in common, but everything else separated them. Saxy was small, a bit chubby, but pretty as a picture with her two long blonde pigtails and wide blue eyes. She was a coquette and loved nothing more than to sew brightly colored clothes. Dancing and singing kept her busy all day. Homins would often turn around to follow her with their gaze, but she would look at them distractedly and go on her way, laughing.
-{{Quotation| |Il était une fois, au temps où les homins sortaient tout juste des Primes Racines, deux jeunes Trykères. Elles avaient en commun leur inexpérience et leur envie de vivre, mais tout le reste les séparait. Saxy était petite, un peu ronde, mais jolie comme un cœur avec ses longues couettes blondes et ses grands yeux bleus. Elle était coquette et n’aimait rien tant que coudre de jolis habits de couleurs vives. La danse, le chant occupaient ses journées. Souvent les homins se retournaient pour la suivre des yeux mais elle les regardait distraitement et passait son chemin en riant.
+Copsan was so thin and tall that her dark brush hair stuck out wherever she was. Her clear gaze seemed to scrutinize you to the core. The sword at her side looked ready to jump into her hand. But by the fireside, she was displaying unsuspected storytelling skills}}
+''The storyteller pauses.
-Copsan était si fine et si grande que sa brosse sombre dépassait où qu’elle se trouve. Son regard clair semblait vous scruter jusqu’au plus profond de vous. L’épée qu’elle portait au côté paraissait prête à sauter dans sa main. Mais au coin du feu, elle déployait des trésors insoupçonnables de conteuse.}}
+{{Quotation| |Saxy liked to go to the Winds of Muse to harvest there materials for her clothes to craft. Her guild leader had shown her the interesting places. He had also taught her to love "Yberkan" and brought her in the area more than once to approach and admire him.
-''La conteuse marque une pause.
-{{Quotation| |Saxy aimait aller chercher des matières premières pour ses habits dans les Vents du Songe. Son chef de guilde lui avait montré les endroits intéressants. Il lui avait aussi appris à aimer '''Yberkan''' et l’avait plus d’une fois amenée l’approcher et l’admirer.
 [[File:Yberkan.jpg|400px|right|Yberkan]]
-Un jour qu’elle s’y promenait, elle tomba sur Copsan en train de s’entraîner sur des stingas. Saxy ne put s’empêcher d’admirer la finesse et l’agilité de cette Trykère inconnue qui semblait avoir le même âge qu’elle. Elle semblait inépuisable, virevoltant d’une stinga à l’autre. Mais soudain la machine s’enraya, une stinga un peu plus résistante, un souffle un peu plus court, une autre stinga venant aider la première. Avant même que Saxy parvienne à saisir ses amplificateurs dans le sac, Copsan gisait au sol.
+One day, while walking around, she came across Copsan practicing on stingas. Saxy couldn't help but admire the finesse and agility of this unknown Trykera, who seemed to be the same age as her. She seemed inexhaustible, twirling from one stinga to another. But suddenly the machine jammed, a stinga a little more resistant, a breath a little shorter, another stinga coming to help the first one. Before Saxy could even reach for his amplifiers in the bag, Copsan was lying on the ground.
-« ''Ne bouge pas ! J’arrive'' » cria Saxy. Mais voilà, le soin n’était pas le point fort de Saxy.
-Laborieusement, un petit soin après l’autre, Saxy parvint à remettre Copsan debout mais elles durent ensuite s’effondrer sur la sciure toutes les deux pour se reposer.
+:"''Don't move! I'm coming,''" Saxy shouted. But then, healing was not Saxy's strong point.
-«'' Grytt !'' finit par articuler Copsan.<br>
+Painstakingly, one little heal after another, Saxy managed to get Copsan to her feet, but then they both had to drop to the sawdust to rest.
-— ''O’tan !'<br>
-— ''Mais, excuse moi, j’ai bien cru que tu n’y arriverais pas.'' »
-Saxy rougit, blessée malgré tout par cette petite remarque.
+:"Grytt!" Copsan finally articulated.<br>
+:"O’tan!"
+:"''But, excuse me, I thought you wouldn't manage it.''"
-« ''Je sais, je dois faire des progrès. Mais j’aime mieux coudre. Il y a tellement de bons soigneurs au sein de ma guilde.'' »
+Saxy blushed, hurt anyway by this little remark.
-Copsan vit changer le visage de Saxy et se repentit aussitôt.
+:"''I know, I need to make some progress. But I like sewing better. There are so many good healers within my guild.''"
-« ''Senn, excuse-moi, je suis seule depuis tellement longtemps, je ne sais plus me comporter gentiment. Je te fais de la peine alors que tu viens de me ranimer. Je m’appelle Copsan et je viens d’arriver à Fairhaven.'' »
+Copsan saw Saxy's face change and immediately repented.
-Le sourire illumina de nouveau le visage de Saxy.
+:"Senn'', excuse me, I have been alone for so long, I don't know how to behave nicely anymore. I'm hurting you when you just revived me. My name is Copsan and I just arrived in Fairhaven.''"
-« ''Saxy de la guilde des Gardiens de Fairhaven. Tu viens d’arriver et tu t’entraînes déjà sur ces grosses stingas ? Tu vas énormément intéresser mon chef de guilde ! Viens, je vais te présenter !'' »
+The smile lit up Saxy's face again.
-Copsan éclata de rire.
+:"''Saxy of the guild of the ''Fairhaven Guardians''. You just arrived and you're already training on those big stingas? You'll be of great interest to my guild leader! Come on, I'll introduce you!''"
-« ''Non, non, pas si vite, j’ai envie de découvrir plein de choses avant de choisir. Veux tu que nous nous entraînions ensemble ? Tu pourrais travailler ton soin !'
+Copsan laughed.
-— ''Oh, c’est vrai ? Tu veux bien de moi ?'' »
-Pour toute réponse, Copsan empoigna son épée et, campée devant la stinga, lança un cri bref.
+:"''No, no, not so fast. I want to discover more before choosing. Do you want us to train together? You could train your healing!''"
+:"''Oh, is that true? Do you want me along?''"
-« ''En avant !'' »
+For all answer, Copsan grabbed her sword and, camped in front of the stinga, let out a brief cry.
-Les stingas s’enchaînèrent jusqu’à ce que les deux Trykères s’écroulent, épuisées. Saxy sortit alors quelques morceaux de bois et un peu d’huile pour allumer un feu de camp. Là, Saxy commença à chanter de sa douce voix une berceuse venue du fond des temps qui tira quelques larmes à Copsan et Copsan enchanta Saxy du récit de son arrivée au camp de base des Rangers.
+:"''Forward!''"
-Leur amitié était née.
+The stingas went on and on until both Trykeris collapsed, exhausted. Saxy then took out of his bag some wood and oil to light a campfire. There, Saxy began to sing in her sweet voice a lullaby from the depths of time that brought tears to Copsan's eyes and Copsan delighted Saxy with the story of her arrival at the Rangers' base camp.
-Inséparables, on les voyait courir sur les pontons, insouciantes des regards courroucés des Trykers plus posés. Chacune poussait l’autre à se surpasser. Bien évidemment, le chef des Gardiens de Fairhaven avait été enchanté de faire la connaissance de Copsan, mais à la demande de Saxy, il s’était contenté d’offrir les services de la guilde.
+Their friendship had been born.
-Un jour pourtant, cette amitié fut mise à rude épreuve.
+Inseparable, they could be seen running on the pontoons, unconcerned with the angry looks of the more calm Trykers. Each pushed the other to excel. Of course, the leader of the Fairhaven Guardians had been delighted to meet Copsan, but at Saxy's request, he had been content to offer her the guild's services.
-Comme d’habitude, Saxy et Copsan s’étaient retrouvées aux Vents du Songe. Alors qu’elles allaient s’entraîner, Saxy s’écria soudain :
+One day, however, this friendship was put to the test.
-« ''Il est là ! Viens, viens vite, allons le voir !'' »
+As usual, Saxy and Copsan had met at the Winds of Muse. As they went to train, Saxy suddenly exclaimed:
-Là, chatoyant dans son plumage bleu, Yberkan, entouré de sa garde voletait paresseusement. Voyant arriver les Trykères, il s’éleva un peu mais aucune menace ne venait de Saxy qu’Yberkan avait déjà côtoyée. Saxy s’avançait, heureuse de pouvoir montrer le bel oiseau à son amie mais s’aperçut bientôt que quelque chose n’allait pas. La troupe était anxieuse, vigilante.
+:"''He's here! Come, come quickly, let's go see him!''"
-Elle tourna sur elle-même cherchant la cause de cet émoi et vit Copsan, figée, la main serrée à faire blanchir ses phalanges sur la poignée de son épée.
+There, shimmering in his blue plumage, Yberkan, surrounded by his guard flitted lazily. Seeing the Trykeris coming, he raised a bit in the sky but no threat was coming from Saxy whom Yberkan had already met. Saxy went forward, happy to be able to show the beautiful bird to her friend, but soon realized that something was wrong. The troop was anxious, vigilant.
-« ''Non !'' » cria-telle.
+She spun around, looking for the cause of this anxiety, and saw Copsan, frozen, her hand clenched to make her phalanges turn white on the hilt of her sword.
-Elle s’élança vers Copsan, essayant de l’empêcher de sortir son épée.
+:"''No!''" she shouted.
-« ''Non ! Nous ne risquons rien ! Viens il est doux comme tout. Il sait bien que nous ne lui ferions pas bien mal avec nos petites épées de rien du tout ! Viens ! Allons le caresser !'' »
+She rushed towards Copsan, trying to stop her from drawing his sword.
-Copsan, butée, refusait de lâcher son épée. Toute la tension de la guerrière transparaissait dans son regard figé sur le roi. Saxy continuait de la secouer essayant de lui faire lâcher l’épée. Copsan sembla revenir à elle.
+:"''No! We're not in danger! Come on, he's as gentle as can be. He knows we wouldn't hurt him much with our little swords! Come on! Let's go pet him!''"
-« ''Oui, tu as raison, approchons nous.'' »
+Copsan, stubborn, refused to let go of her sword. All the warrior's tension was evident in her stare at the king. Saxy continued to shake her, trying to get her to drop the sword. Copsan seemed to come to.
-Saxy relâcha son amie et s’avança, confiante, jusqu’au roi, suivie par Copsan. Elle commençait à le caresser, quand Copsan plus vive que l’éclair dégaina son épée pour attaquer Yberkan.
+:"''Yes, you're right, let's get closer.''"
-« ''Nooon !'' »
+Saxy released her friend and walked confidently over to the king, followed by Copsan. She started to caress him, when Copsan drew her sword to attack Yberkan.
-La réponse fut immédiate ! Toute la garde assaillit Copsan et Saxy qui, emportée par l’habitude, avait soigné son amie. Bientôt, le silence revint sur les Vents du Songe.}}
+:"''Nooo!''"
-''La conteuse marque une nouvelle pause.
+The response was instant! The entire guard assaulted Copsan and Saxy, who had been healing her friend out of habit. Soon, silence returned to the Winds of Muse.}}
+''The storyteller pauses again.
-{{Quotation| |Ce fut une furie qui apparut au téléporteur de Fairhaven, rappelée par la Karavan.
+{{Quotation| |It was a fury that appeared up at the Fairhaven teleporter, called back by the Karavan.
-« ''Mais pourquoi tu l’as attaqué ? Il ne nous faisait rien ! Je ne veux plus te voir ! Jamais !'' »
+:"''But why did you attack him? He wasn't doing anything to us! I don't want to see you again! Never!''"
-Saxy partit en courant se cacher dans le hall de la guilde, pleurant toutes les larmes de son corps. Il fallut toute la persuasion de son chef pour la faire sortir de sa cachette.
+Saxy ran off to hide in the guild hall, crying hes eyes out. It took all the persuasion of her guild leader to get her out of her hideout.
-« ''Elle l’a attaqué comme ça sans rien dire. Oh pourquoi Ny-chef ? Je ne veux plus jamais lui parler !<br>
+:"''She attacked him just like that without saying anything. Oh why ''Ny''-chief? I never want to talk to her again!''"
-— ''Enfin Saxy ! Arrête tout de suite ! Tu ne vas pas te fâcher avec ta meilleure amie pour Yberkan ! Oui elle l’a attaqué, c’est son instinct de guerrière ! Tu vois sa robe chatoyante, elle voit son aptitude au combat, son bec tranchant. Par contre je vais lui sonner les cloches et lui apprendre à ne pas attaquer n’importe comment !<br>
+:"''Oh, come on Saxy! Stop it right now! You are not going to get angry with your best friend for Yberkan! Yes she attacked him, that's her warrior instinct! You see his shimmering dress, she sees his fighting ability, his sharp beak. But I'm going to get her a good telling-off and teach her not to attack in any way!''"
-— ''Noooon ! Pas toi aussi ! Tu l’aimes comme moi ! C’est toi qui m’as appris à m’approcher et à venir le caresser.'' »
+:"''Noooo! Not you too! You love him like I do! You're the one who taught me to get close and to come and caress him.''"
-Son chef sourit.
+Her chief smiled.
-« ''Bien sûr Saxy ! Avec ton grand cœur tu ne saurais pas faire autre chose ! Mais dis toi quelque chose, quand un guerrier vient, il n’aura de cesse de franchir l’étape et de s’imposer face à ce roi. Alors, tu peux rester indéfiniment fâchée avec Copsan ou l’aider dans sa quête. Quant à Yberkan, il disparaîtra, oui, mais simplement pour renaître toujours aussi beau.'' »
+:"''Of course Saxy! With your big heart you wouldn't know how to do anything else! But tell you something, when a warrior sees that king, he won't rest until he's over the trial and gets the better of him. So, you can stay indefinitely angry with Copsan or help her in her quest. As for Yberkan, he will disappear, yes, but only to be reborn as beautiful as ever.''"
-Plusieurs jours passèrent mais son amie lui manquait horriblement et quand enfin elle se décida à sortir de la guilde, elle la trouva là qui l’attendait, tout aussi désespérée. Elles tombèrent dans les bras l’une de l’autre et se jurèrent de ne jamais plus se faire de mal.}}
+Several days passed but she was missing her friend horribly and when she finally decided to leave the guildhall, she found her there waiting for her, just as desperate. They fell into each other's arms and vowed never to hurt each other again.}}
-''La conteuse marque une dernière pause et sourit.
+''The storyteller pauses one last time and smiles.
-{{Quotation| |Une année de Jena après, la lumière du jour naissante se reflétait sur les blasons de la guilde des deux amies et faisait chatoyer les couleurs d’Yberkan. Copsan se tourna vers Saxy, lui sourit de tout son être, tira son épée au clair alors que Saxy enfilait ses amplificateurs, et s’élança vers son destin !}}
+{{Quotation| |A Jena year later, the emerging daylight reflected off the guild crests of the two friends and made the colors of Yberkan shimmer. Copsan turned to Saxy, smiled at her, drew her sword as Saxy was doning her amplifiers, and set off towards her destiny!}}
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