Ghust

Ghust is the son of Tzing (father aka Zingbeht nickname that his wife calls him). Tzing came from Farah Bazaar initially but stayed behind when the rest of the peoples returned there and married Skyl. Ghust means "Cave Winds" in the Flyk tongue. Ghust's wife is Skyl. She is of the Flyk people. Ghust had inherited his father’s dark straight hair but the thickness of Skyl’s long wavy locks had also come to him, so his hair was thick and dark and straight, with almost a purple sheen to it. They soon gave up trying to cut it and it became a knot on his head and then a braid down his back, then a folded braid as he grew. Ghust grew very strong and was a bit taller than even his father, though he towered over his dainty mother, his face still bore her dainty nose and deep beautiful eyes. The years that followed felt like Tzing was living a second childhood and his life before Skyl seemed like it had been lived by another person, a person who was uglier, smaller and dead to him completely. The rest of the tribe who had settled in the woods of the vale land did not do well foraging without him to lead them and most of them moved back to the Farah Bazaar though a few pushed on to emigrate to the northern lands of Azure. Zingbeht, as Skyl called him, was a happy man and his eyes were full of light. Skyl was the personification of a flower he had decided, her hands smelled like flowers and the way that she moved was like a tulip blowing in the wind. The days, weeks and months passed easily and soon Ghust was born. His name meant ‘cave winds’ in the tongue of the Flyk. The Flyk new how to mine the deep recesses of the ground and could smell the mineral content by the winds that blew up the tunnels from under the ground. Ghust was a very happy child and content to crawl about in the egg, and just as much to crawl off into the forest after butterflies or the round furry creatures that frequented the village. He had inherited his father’s dark straight hair but the thickness of Skyl’s long wavy locks had also come to him, so his hair was thick and dark and straight, with almost a purple sheen to it. They soon gave up trying to cut it and it became a knot on his head and then a braid down his back, then a folded braid as he grew. Ghust loved the mines, and he also loved the trees. He worked hours and hours carving at the trees with the stones that they dug up from deep in the recesses of the ground at the deepest parts of the Valeland forest. The Firestone let him hollow out trees with ease and the sharpstone he used to chisel and hollow out logs that could be more easily pushed out of the mine or lowered on ropes and then wound back up once filled with gems or stones, even into the darkest parts of the ground. Ghust grew very strong and was a bit taller than even his father, though he towered over his dainty mother, his face still bore her dainty nose and deep beautiful eyes.