Unyielding trust

"Wakey wakey little chick." The brush of the beak end smooth along Mattu's mouth line. He feel little groggy in pushing himself up again. He blinks with his hands missing and that arms of pure grey and black feathers in the place. He couldn't stop himself chirping gleefully at looking about more of himself. He looks up to the more larger then life bird in front of him.

"Yes. Yes. You are now one of us. But this is a shape that is not forever, you are human still and some functions of a human is still needed."

Mattu chirps in understanding, struggling with walking about. But very determined and very brave to keep going and with being closer to the god. He doesn't even feel like any fool for trying to learn so quickly. Unlike magic that is to complicated, this were like learning to walk again with new legs on. Well it is learning to walk.

"Now we are going to fly." Stepping to the bed edge and then shows to spread wings and hover down. Mattu attempts the same, not a graceful landing. He is all to happy and chirpy to be learning, "Good... This way." Walking to the door... walking through the closed door. Mattu tilted in seeing how the bird walks through solid wood. There a little shrug and he attempts it. Head knocked into the wood. He puffs with knowing that was silly. He still isn't giving up.

He had to only duck a little to walk under the door.The door so massive then before... maybe due to just how tiny he is. Small like a coal tit, a blue tit or a robin. A tiny little bird. He has a lot of fluffy feathers then flight ones. He doesn't let that distract him from wanting to fly.

"On my count... we dive. OK." Still waiting for him. He is happy to follow the master bird and waddle to the stair banister, hops perfectly to balance through a stylish open hole to the other side. There is no stairs in the way of just falling down from here... which were the point.

"3. 2. 1." They dive together, the breeze is lovely and almost distracting. A spread of wings and having to much fun with the thrill. He had in second nature gave a little flutter. To be seconds caught in talons and carried around. Not going to dwell how close to dying he to smash across the floor gleefully, "Very trusting of me. I know I can trust you."

"I have always trusted you." Mattu voice was completely bird. The god understood clearly. Flying them both around, Mattu enjoys the view of flight. Has no fear of how high they are, and totally happy with the landing onto a desk.

The room from this tiny size was hard to judge things. But! That of the princess and prince sitting facing the king. The god of knowledge stood at the kings side. Talk. Talk. Talk. Mattu looks at the papers being lifted and the basic of reading of them. He is notice most definitely and looked with a deep stare. Mattu waddles happy with being bird and even in looking at other more interesting things. Like that shadow person over by the other side of the king... avoiding touch of the god.

"Lord of omens and little fledging bird... your visit has interesting timing."

"You know my little bird... but I made him that form. He is a trusting little feather of mine." Mattu flutters with balancing on something and with peering about the prince and princess. Dancing gleefully.

"No way, Mattu!" The princess picking Mattu up, "It is you. Your so cute in this form." Wing posed with pride and the clumsy attempt of mage greeting.

"Over here little bird." The princess put Mattu back on the desk, "Yes... I have been looking for this one... this soul is perfect for my teachings. Such a disregard for shapes and types. Not many souls, or human souls for that matter, carry such will." Waddling about across the papers with happy tail feather shuffle, "Very happy at being bird... That I understand little."

"Mattu has always had a a good eye for birds. He loves birds. He had even worked out I was royal because of the bird I had brought with me. The first of his village to realize and bow. He was most certainly interested in looking for you. He talked of how grand you are when we first met."

"Some souls never change... such a strong connection with you, Garuda."

"You know very well that is just a title and not my name." The puff of pride in pouting with the god of knowledge, "I maybe associated with many cultures by many forms. Yet I prefer the title of omens and prophecy."

"Yes... yes... You seem mistake for Apollo at times. Or one of Odin's ravens."

The two gods continue to ignore and bicker about things. A sort of name whom are each mistake for most. A lot of religious names being tossed about in the argument. It has Mattu huffed and looking at the shadow person again. Inspecting the manners and so on. A wish to speak without interpretation but ignored. Not being used to being totally mute to folks that are their ally.

Mattu coos towards the shadow, dancing about with looking at them more. More that he was looking into the eyes easier and seeking something in them. He nearly hopped closer but was prevent by the kings hand.

"My my... spirited little bird." Looking the same direction, "Let me guess that your able to see them too." Mattu nods, "Very interesting... most whom become god follower are not able to see the damned. Or see the damned for whom they were." place at the table centre, "Mmmm... Its very interesting of the omens to look for someone able to do just that. Not many can see beyond reality."

"He is gifted to be able to see the god of death without aid and talks of the crow soul carriers as natural as any other birds ha had seen." The prince added, "It maybe perfect for whatever the god of omens has planned."

"A human follower whom is not scared of the strange things beyond human knowledge. The young prince is very correct... My fame is great across the many worlds, such reputation has interesting allies." The god of omens towering above Mattu in tilted inspecting, "About time you go back to human for now. You need your legs and hands to help them. They would also understand you better." Mattu may huff sad with having to no longer be a bird for now. Yet his willingness to help is obviously greater then wants. He hover marvelously off the desk and landed kneeling. He was a little dizzy and couldn't stand straight up instantly. He did however lean avoiding something, with a tilt of inspecting this other person.

Melty silver liquid for eyes... that misty cold vaper... the holding of a weapon and a strange book. But that book is thinner then others. A abnormal grim reaper.

"A grim reaper with strange eyes... not normal one... You came here looking for a soul."

"Ah, Mattu... you never change." The stranger avoided being looked so deeply by the bird follower. Stepping up with greeting the rest of the room. Mattu looks at small this study is and just how full of people it is. He hums in study of why this is... seeing that not all these people are human. It explained enough of his curiosity. He looked at his self... clothed in follower gear. He looked ready for adventure. Dagger, belt pouches and the feather cloak from his dream. It is strong, warmer and softer then he imagined. He smiles to himself, his eye catch glimpse of other details.

Like the painting behind the king, over looking the desk. It were moving painting, the figure sitting on a mangled bit of wood is reading a thin bound book. The reaper here is carrying the same book... very odd. The painting noticed Mattu's stare. The strange mask was of no features but slight eye shapes. The mouth was were the mask broke apart and mashed peice to suit a mouth motion. Mattu tilts a different eye in study... the painting changed. The woodland scene of the royals preferred boar hunter grounds.

Mattu doesn't have to say anything about that strange... because it just seemed the normal to him. He looks about the king and young royals. Study of how bad reaction they held with whatever the silver eyes said.

"A odd mask guy with the same book as yours... Nah... he didn't seem like a bad fella. No worse then the odd balls on street corners." Mattu eventually comments and the fear gasp by everyone that isn't him, silver eyes or his lord.

"This is why I like my follower. He doesn't care." The god hovers with landing on the shoulder, "I agree with my follower in what he meant. The fear of gods is simple a fear. Fears have many shapes and forms."

Mattu thinks on that title that his lord named the mask fella with the book. Fear of gods... what a strange thing to be famous for. Whatever exact nesh thing that all gods fear to create a being must be interesting.

"Well every fear is its own being... Does looking for strangers in the dark have importance? It easy just to ask a shadow person for a walk way to which fear you mean. Although... they are such busy beings. Disturbing hard work."

"You never change." the silver eye dots about the young feathers with a smirk, "Always a werido."

"The folks said a damned asking about it." the lord of omens coos gently.

"Oh... he must be very tired. I didn't hear him that well." Mattu lost in thoughts with listening. He is not in the context of whatever everyone meant. But the crop up of some words had him think of other things. They talk of something bad is going to happen. By the fun of misunderstanding and mistranslation.

"Nah, these two love doves are totally fine. You can't mistake that no matter the outcome of life that they are good together." Mattu mutters to the Lord.

"Gifted and cursed... all the children yes." The god nods, so it seems the god is also got misunderstanding of whatever the issue is with the royals.

"Shadow or not... they will be loved and taught. There is always folks from beyond that care. I see it all the time. Visitors that help around. I don't mean the adventurer folks at the door. Them lot are here for something the king asked for. One them was whispering about a oath thing." The turn of many looking around where Mattu direct had proven a point that everyone could not see everything.

The reaper of silver liquid eye is the fella that spoke with the party band. The talk is intruded by the god of knowledge making quips of things and the unhappy snarl the reaper held with things he recounted.

Mattu finds it rare for a reaper to be expressive of other emotions. God fear being a repeated phrasing must relate with the discomfort this reaper has in having to share ability of book reading with the shadow mask. As clearly its the special type of death god book that connects the two as working pairs.

There is tilt of studying the silver eyes, how oddly shiny and sharp this reaper is. Quite a judging set of eyes that are constantly working on the motions and gestures of folks around. Paranoid glances of dark areas.

"Mattu, I grant you trust as a noble title and trust to the royal family. It is without any doubts that you going to be vital to this kingdom... your insight of viewing things objectively makes you a perfect candidate for vice speaker of the voter commons. As my authority as king, you are to be educated up to standards. Your background as a foreigner will help the wider public into listening to you, as well as your place of trust in the cathedral of colour already. I am well informed that your a avid reader."

Mattu is no fool in understanding this not just climbing the social ladder and skipping 30 hops. This was a very respectful and responsible privilege to be granted.

"You are correct, my king. I read better then I ever do listening." The king nods in agree with understanding.

"You are to read every document that comes through the voting commons. I am tired of there being missed unlike laws being allow past because nobles are not reading them correctly. Or worse would be to misinterpreted the laws. This is to be part of you training as future adviser of my son in law."

"As you wish my king."

"A fair warning, a lot of my direct laws that need voting is handled by shadow people."

"I look forward to it. They are nice folks." The raise of a brow and then shake of moving on.

"Never a dull moment... You better be good at protecting the soul better, Taz."

Mattu could not help stepping out of the way of the being... a thing too big and too messy looking for this reality. Mattu totally gets some of why a god would fear such a tar like body... a werid stranger locked in many strange runic chains. Still a mask of no features but the eyes of a hunter. Thing that could eat fear itself and still starve for more. Soulless it seems in empty eyes... yet then again, what if those aren't eyes at all. Just decoration for focus to while speaking with it.

Mattu deep down in looking about the strange goop that ooze shape of human mockery, there were something in soul that knew this being and most definitely would be trust. There isn't anything that this figure showed to be that weren't a lie of its purpose and goal. If such thing was face value of it vulnerabilities, it must the most scared of all the rest of us. Yes... That is how Mattu felt in looking about goop broken being.

"What a hypocrite of you." The lord of omens spat.

"I don't think whatever happened to whatever you mean is this being at no fault at all. If anything... I couldn't assume anything against a fella like that." Mattu tilt with looking about the goop over and over, "Just another strange fella to me. There have been a lot of these types around."

"Mattu, I wonder why your not the god title sometimes..." The sigh of relief that vibration across the goop, "I even want you opinion on something. Without any context..." It torn into the chest of itself, stinging form goop that misted into the air as vaper. Left behind a book.

'The compendium of tomes and many worlds guide.' it were scratched into the skin of the book binding. The pages had a rhythm of flutter that never stops, not a single second does such a strange book ever stop moving. It were not alive or dead. It was nosy and not. Endless pages but just a fragement of something whole. Vast and everything.

Mattu look at it so stiffly in trying to understand whatever this shadow was making a point of.

"Mmm... the title sounds to long." The only thing he does read and understand.

"The book has a title? where?" The lord of omens flutters in trying to see.

"You looking at it wrong if you can't see the title." Mattu make the omen look at it from the left eye. There is a puff of feather in whatever the god is seeing, "And anyways... the title... It could have just stopped at the end of tome. The fancy others titles are to boring or difficult to read."

"Oh such a good little soul. I like your follower. Not one for judging."

"As if..." The silver eye hissed and makes the book hide away, "A idiot needs not to be flaunting dangerous books around like it was the evening newspaper."

"You very funny fella for a reaper. Maybe I am wrong to assume reapers." Mattu tilts another angle, "You two standing close like that makes sense that something is missing."

"Very right follower. These two are special. They are not gods and yet they are important. The reaper and this thing are the keepers of a special tome. What is needed for keep both to stay on check is a soul. A soul that can use the influences of great power to protect the special tome. This tome after all contains the names of souls."

"Mmm... compendium would mean more then just souls, my lord."

"Pardon?"

"Compendium sounds more like a collection of things. A fancy way of saying all souls and soulless."

"Your ability to comprehend things above your mind is almost rather terrifying."

"Thank you my lord."

Silver eyes stared darkly about Mattu for a while. Tilted with inspecting deeper.

"Yes... thats what I thought. Not anyone can read the title. Meaning..."

"But when? That soul belongs to here."

"Mattu and Taz... you recall anything odd?"

"I dislike how you two are speaking. I can't understand you." the lord of omens pouts.

"Well... the language they use isn't normal. Sounds familiar to me and I understood them. Like how I could read the title of that strange book. Looks too... Nice for whatever we all been through."

"There is the answer... you know a reptile by chance?" The questions are strange indeed. What does a reptile got to do with anything? There been quiet a lot of strangers of among humans. Many shapes, types and souls. Auras that lingered or seemed odd. Some even being more visible or tangiable by the ever changing purposes.

"Do I know a lizard? I don't know if I do. I don't remember one. I don't go out of my way to talk to strangers." Mattu being honest on answering.

"Oh, a slayer. Yes. I have sent you... a preview life you had many times to seek her. She and I were good friends before I became a god and she became queen among slayers. Mother of slayers as the other gods would like you to believe." The lord of Omens then, "She said about giving her prayer and blessing over my followers soul before. I had assumed it were of little harm. My follower seemed unchanged at all." The look Silver gives into looking to the shadow. The shadow thinking on it.

"She likely did so for convenience. She did also have favourite souls she liked hearing visits from. Her taint is not detriment. A cursed blessing... very like her style. She is very caring... almost to much. It that sort of caring that I can't handle."

"I know that you hate it but do pity you." Mattu didn't even know what he said until after the fact. Worse is that it were in that twisted language that his lord had not understood in the slightest.

"You no better then her, Mattu. You have a way of knowing whom to trust without a second thought. No matter what lifetime of experience has told you not to do. Like trusting me."

"But you have a duty... just like everyone else."

"I liked him before twilight did this." the silver eyes mutters, "His almost creepy. Its weird for a child to speak so experienced of life like he is."

The pouty boredom of this sort of conversation going nowhere. Mattu notes that clearly the oath adventuring party are gone. The king, the two royal children and suddenly a lot more spirit forms of gods hung around. The lord of Omen has been in his shared watching the spirit phantoms and listening to that conversation more.

"So here the question... just how trusting are you of me?" The shadow bring Mattu's focus back. The tilt in pondering why this was a question at all. The reaper was fast... having did something to Mattu. That the world blurs and the instant lost of body control. It all returns before he could land on the floor.

A lot of heavy breaking and muscle pulls... he could almost call it a moment of total body spazing added with a very painful heart attack... the pain rushing up the left arm. He couldn't think straight or not slur any sort word. A tight belt around the chest, hurting. So hard to catch a breath.

The princess is the first to him, a spell of magic that made things better but not gone away. She check everything about him, pulse and eyes. He used her to stand, wavery as he maybe to not stay steady. She stood too... looking the direct he does. She very confuse with not able to see what he does.

"If you the most scared of us all, it is clear to me that you are also not ignorant to things. That is why I beleive in you." He about fell backwards then with the princess to catch him.

"We can't change a history that came to pass. It might actually been her way of rewarding the soul for a deed no one else would do. Selfless and trusting... hard to find so strongly active to a souls goal in all lifetimes." The being heals Mattu too, "And just another tool to the belt. Another we can rely on in repairing other time spaces. A soul whom will come back when their task is finished in that other timespace."

Silver snarled at the thought of cleansing broken time that shouldn't have to be theirs to clean away. Such a new thought crossed his mind of pondered what if situations. Because that dying few words about being the most scared of everyone has ticked over something of a internal questions.

Mattu blacked out as he had been suddenly reverted into a little bird once again. A cold little chick. Exhausted little bird. The princess looks around so confuse with why Mattu would say something so odd to what could have been a shadow person or a grim reaper.

"He will not be taken away. His life is not in any danger." Silver eyes appearing before her, "My friend had took a test of strengths to far. Which is why I constantly call them a moron." He has her stand up and back to joining the larger conversation, "You my princess and prince have our blessing, we aren't into the God culture you understand. So call it a blessing from over boundaries."

Patting both on their shoulders at the same time. The dying of embarrassment from more werid spirit folks saying that thier children will be great before they could even consider that sort of thing at all.

Yet the king was having a very open discussion about the inheritance of powers. If the clash of a cursed dark arts background family bloodline would cause harm to the current royals bloodline. Concerning the inherentance of the kings memories. All mage kings and queen have all inherented the ability to recall any memories within all the family bloodline, as long as those memories weren't consider a secert to the inherentance holder the time of memories being created.

This is what was misunderstood with Mattu, he thought the prince and princess had issues in having children at all. Not really considering family backgrounds or bloodlines. He did faintly hear everything and anything missed was of his lords hearing.