Bird on a Wire

[Lyric Onasi]

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Location: Eshan, Pranda E'ron's Estate​

There was little that Lyric Onasi could not do within the small estate owned by War Mistress Pranda E'ron, and yet she could do nothing - not as a free individual at least. Her normal duties were housekeeping, serving, helping the cook, gardening and other odd jobs for Pranda, yet the Echani officer had also taught her the first principles of combat, mostly to protect both of them from harm. Fighting was cultural of course, though the War Mistress never really knew what to do with Lyric’s wings.

“I should really cut those off,” she often threatened. But her Mistress was not that cruel. In fact, the Thyrsian-hybrid was treated well for a servant, at times treated equally by the Echani who kept her captive, and at worst, a bit of a carnival act to be seen in public and private events. Yet never mistreated beyond stares and the occasional rude comment.

Lyric supposed this was why she had not tried to escape. The other reason was that the estate was surrounded by a beautiful but dangerous wilderness far from any city or spaceport. While she could fly, the winged Thyrsian was not often allowed to, so the muscles surrounding the extra humerus and radius had atrophied. She could spread the wings, but flight was out of the question until she had time and space to practice.

A dinner was being held tonight in another Warlord’s honor. Lyric’s task tonight was to play a quintolium which she did so with passable effort, the notes from the music wafting through the chamber of the estate and beyond the walls, where it could be heard in the gardens surrounding the estate.

[member="Apophis Natuu"]

 

[Apophis Natuu]

A mystery man hired him for this job.

He won't through the regular channels, but the name wasn't one that was typically given at birth. That was fine. Apophis didn't ask questions, especially when given the briefing on the mission.

A Thyrsian enslaved?

It was typical in this day and age. But this one was different. A Thyrsian with wings? That he had to see for himself.

From somewhere close to the spaceport, Little Apo took a speeder and trekked through the wilderness for close to five days. A ship would be detected on the way to the estate, that was obvious. By foot wasn't ideal, but it's what he worked with. When he was nearing the fifth night, the estate was seen. By then, he was in his full suit of armour and charging through those trees. Dodging thick trunks, and those that were small enough that he didn't avoid were crushed beneath the rapid movement of the powersuit.

Of course there's an event.

He could hear the sound of music coming from the estate.

Capable of being heard from inside, there was a thwump. Before the sound repeated and the sound of combat could be heard from the outer edges of the estate's gardens.

[member="Lyric Onasi"]