The Winds of Tepr

Chapter 4

Naci and Horohan, still reeling from the aftermath of their duel and the audience it had unwittingly garnered, now find themselves the focus of an even more piercing gaze. Emerging from the jubilant crowd is a figure from Horohan's entourage—a youthful man who, despite his tender age, carries an air of maturity that sets him apart. His innocent charm is juxtaposed against the calculated confidence with which he controls the majestic eagle perched upon his arm.

The eagle, with its piercing golden eyes and expansive wings, is a symbol of freedom, and is emblematic of the Alinkar clan's might and vision.

Horohan, taking a deep breath and visibly attempting to regain his composure, acknowledges him. "Ah, Temej. It seems your eagle finds our confrontation entertaining."

Temej grins, his eyes dancing with mischief. "Sartak enjoys a good show," he says, gesturing to the eagle, "especially when it involves the future rulers of the Alinkar."

Naci, intrigued, steps forward. "We've yet to be introduced," she says, pumping her chest. "I am Naci of the Jabliu."

Temej takes her hand with a nod. "Temej of the Alinkar," he introduces, "keeper of the eagles and, well, Horohan's closest companion since childhood."

Horohan rolls his eyes, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "Do not let his boyish charms deceive you, Naci. Temej might appear young and innocent, but he is one of the most astute minds in our clan."

Temej, standing at an average height, is not imposing in stature, but there's an unmistakable presence about him that draws attention. His skin is a rich sun-kissed hue, testament to countless hours spent outdoors training and flying with the eagles. Waves of dark brown hair, occasionally caught in the gusts of the Tepr wind, frame a youthful face adorned with a smattering of freckles. His eyes, however, are his most striking feature: a deep shade of hazel that mirrors the vast steppes of Tepr, conveying a wisdom that seems beyond his years. When he smiles, which is often, dimples form, giving him an almost mischievous look.

His attire is both practical and symbolic. A deep blue tunic, cinched at the waist with a leather belt, flutters slightly in the breeze. Intricate silver embroidery, showcasing the motifs of the Alinkar clan, decorates the sleeves and hem. His pants, made of durable material, are tucked into soft leather boots, perfect for long treks across the terrain. Adorning his neck is a pendant, carved from a single piece of turquoise, representing the eagle—the spirit animal of his clan and a testament to his role as the keeper of these majestic birds.

The way he moves is fluid, each gesture and step deliberate and graceful, hinting at years of training not just with the eagles but perhaps in dance or some form of martial arts. His interactions with Sartak, the eagle perched on his arm, showcase a bond of deep trust and mutual respect. He communicates with the bird with minimal gestures, a slight nod, or a subtle movement of his fingers, emphasizing his deep connection and understanding of these magnificent creatures.

But perhaps what's most captivating about Temej isn't his appearance or his bond with the eagles; it's the aura of genuine warmth and authenticity that he exudes. There's an innate kindness in his demeanor, a genuine interest when he listens, and a ready laughter that hints at an optimistic and jovial nature. Yet, beneath that affable exterior lies a shrewd and analytical mind, as Horohan rightly pointed out, making Temej a vital asset to the Alinkar clan.

Naci raises an eyebrow, curiosity piqued. "Is that so? Then perhaps we have more in common than I initially thought."

Temej, noticing Naci's subtle unease around his eagle, tilts his head thoughtfully. "You're not very accustomed to eagles, are you, Naci?"