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“As per my obligations, I would like to call the Convocation into order.”
T’was a standard yet tiresome formality, the Convocation of Fourteen seemed rather fond of their regular meetings. A stiff and stuffy atmosphere always enveloped the room as those from the highest positions gathered together to speak on issues designated of highest importance.
One by one, each Seat was taken into attendance… until-
“The Fourteenth Seat, Azem?”
No response.
Eyes slowly wandered to the empty seat, one which seemed to be collecting dust at this point.
“I see no reason to call upon someone who is so evidently not with us,” the speaker sighed, “... what is it now, the third time within this quarter?”
A few subtle chuckles arose from some of the Convocation’s members. One in particular seemed more annoyed than amused. It was a surprise he had not yet developed wrinkles from the scowl that now adorned his face. His yellow eyes cut sharply to the empty seat, his brow furrowing.
“Of all the days for you to shirk your duty…” he murmured under his breath.
Yet on the far side of somewhere without a name was a disheveled hamlet. Consumed by a landslide, many of its inhabitants sought to salvage what they could. Stone by stone, they did what they could to remove the rubble and reclaim what they lost.
“Need a hand?” a gruff yet warm voice asked.
She was an outsider, but these people were of her star, and they were therefore her people. Before anybody could accept or decline, she began her work. Stacking stones on her shoulders, she carried pile after pile out and away from the village. Little by little, the small settlement began to look anew yet again.
They had nothing to offer her. She never expected naught in return.
“Please, at least give us your name so we may pass along your deeds.”
“Ah,” she sighed, “If anybody asks… uh… Tell them ‘Azem’ was here,” she replied.
And under her breath she whispered silently, “... and maybe I’ll get less of an earful the next time around.”