Zoroail: A Short Story

Ailduin ran his hand through his long black hair and rubbed his neck with a sigh. "Yeah, being around Zoroail isn't exactly easy, or pleasant most of the time. He is not good with other people, not even in his own race." Ailduin paused and closed his eyes a look on his face that told Amalthea he didn't mean to say something. "Well I guess since you are stuck with him I will tell you a bit about him. Zoroail isn't a normal human, he is from Zagrazat, it's an island nation far from here past the Iileria sea. The people that live on that broken land appear to be human but they are not the same. For one they live a lot longer, at least twice as long as normal humans do easily, and some have even been known to live to three centuries. They also have odd powers, like magic but not, it's hard to explain. They can do things that magic users cannot, but they cannot use magic themselves. I don't know much about what other Zagrazatians can do but what Zoroail does has been explained to me. He calls it binding and what it does is essentially change the pull of gravity. So what he did to the wolf wasn't sending him flying up, but binding him to the sky and having him fall up. Whichever direction he sets a binding that becomes down to whatever he is binding.
I noticed you were looking around for something while Zoroail was being pissy and you must be hungry from our march today." He offered his shining silver eyes breaking away from her to scan the area around the fire. "Ahh." He exclaimed spotting what he was looking for. Walking by Amalthea he knelt by a neat pile of sacks and rummaged through them. Coming back with an armful of fresh produce, a couple crisp apples, a pair of carrots, some radishes and a few other fruits and veggies. "Take you pick.' He offered her with a grin. "It's not like they will be missing them." He said jerking his head back towards the group around the fire eating the meaty