A - Bridge Dedication
<p>The foundations had been dug.
The Eternal Matthew Clevell, a middle-aged-looking man, with fairly long white hair and a strong face, raised a hand with two 100 Dralcan coins high into the air for the anxious crowd to see.
"Ddon vemeit drresst rrin, viddon vidd vertorrtss ddonvidd." ("Alive we stand to honor, the law of death remember our fathers' lasting traditions."). Then, without flinching an eyebrow, the white dragon scales floated up from his hand a few feet into the air. Spinning slowly, they reflected the mid-after-high light of the two Roia which were almost aligned (the white Merroi almost encircled in front of the golden Verroi). The crowd stood in silent anticipation as the first Dralcan coin floated towards the newly finished hole in the ground which would serve as the foundation for the Majaria side of the new bridge to be built across the Maj Avaurio (sea of islands). The second coin floated a few feet higher, and zipped across the water for the city of Tridd, in Tridraom, on the the continent of Doëlêl–Majaria is part of Vunñar–. It left a glittering blue and gold tail in its wake, as it passed over dozens of rocky islands, and around the very old, and severely damaged, city-bridge which once joined the two continents with over four million inhabitants. On the other shore, it would find a similarly dug hole and an eagerly waiting crowd watching The Eternal’s image shimmering on the empty stage as if a cloud; but for those in Tridd, The Eternal Matthew Clevell, in his blue robes with eagle pauldrons, was only in their minds.
"Ddon vemert rrinviess avun vidd vemer rrinonert avun kædd vemertt tor! ("Now we pay for soil past we took for future we build!") As the coins came to rest in the deepest point of the holes, a glistening geyser of blue, green, red and gold light erupted from them as the crowds cheered the payment.
A middle aged Caitian, with orange and white stripped fur, a fancy blue jacket with many golden tassels, and a long tail equally decorated, looking over to the poorly dressed Hobb he'd been talking at during the speech, and shaking his head, "EMC is such a show off."
"I think its great, I like the special effects and lights; I thought, as a cat, you'd like 'em, too." The Hobbot had finally had enough of this cat's complaining throughout the ceremony. He gestured with his little finger towards the caitian. "You've bothered me enough, ruined the speech. Seek Illek!"
"Hhhhhisssss!" And with ruffled fur, the humanoid cat ran off to his store, Shiny Things, and straight to the back room, to his ball of blue and gold string which pulsed with light every time it was touched.
The Eternal Matthew Clevell, now finished with his speech and magic-play, was walking amongst the people celebrating the beginning of the bridge project, and the end of the year 3884. This was an especially large celebration as it marked 1500 years of relative world-wide peace, and also the rare night when Kaalru, the alru of chaos, is full on the same night in which Vialru, the alru of law, and Onalru, the alru of good, are also full--Pualru, the alru of evil, is always in opposition to Onalru, and though high in the sky during the day, was nearly invisible just below the aligning Roia. The coincidence of this alignment with the new year, and the 1500 years since the end of the Great Kaatyclyzm, hundreds of thousands of people, of many races had gathered from far and wide over the Avel, and across the Auriese. It was a real treat for the children of the Humon, Hobbot and various chyas races--part-animal, many caitians, Wulviens, and several aviene types--when the Gnomes of Oblogon came into Majaria with the new year's airships.
"It was good to hear some of the old language, my young friend." A grovelled deep voice caught The Eternal Matthew's ear. The man who looked to be no more than mid-60s, for a humon, turned his head to the voice he recognized. and with a smile, he said to the very venerable Valswyn (or elf in the common tongue) with long grey hair and wrinkled grin, "Viddonek rt ddon, ddon rt viddon." ["Long have I lived, still I remember"]
The old Valswyn began to laugh as the two embraced each other after their 45 year absence. "How old are you, now?" the elf asked.
"Old enough to have known the old days, young enough to still remember."
"You speak in too many riddles for my old mind; and you never give a complete answer."
"I told you what you needed to know, when you needed to know it. That's the way it's always been, that's the way it will always be. I thought after 312 years, 14 months, 23 days, 3 hours, 87 minutes, and some odd seconds, you would have learned that by now."
"No doubt about your memory; has it really been that long since I became your student?"
"Longer; I was teaching you before you were studying me." The elf could see the memories of untold generations flowing through the eyes of his much older teacher. The Eternal smiled, turned and continued down the row of tables, scratching the beak of a Chyas-tangu  youth hiding in his mother’s feathers as the whirling motors of the Majestic Pelican roared as the massive vessel sailed over the city.
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