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Home of the Konti people, this ivory city is built of native konti stone half in and half out of the sea. Its borders touch the Silverwood, and stretch upwards towards Silver Lake, home of the infamous konti vision water. [Lore]
"It's my birthday tomorrow," she whispered to the walls. They were her only company today. They watched her apathetically, soaking in her words and offering nothing in return. Pa'haite had come to like that. The empty words of comfort from healers always echoed around uselessly. She had become sore from hearing them so often.
Silence had become a cherished thing. It didn't push, it didn't demand, it simply consented itself to be. Her thoughts were free to roam uninterrupted. Until, of course, the coughing fits erupted. Again.
Her fragile form shook violently, each cough having a slight shrill to it. They came uncontrollably fast. They couldn't be stopped or calmed. A glass of water only presented a choking hazard. Many herbs meant to ease the cough or soothe the throat or lungs would irritate it more severely, leaving her trapped in an inescapable coughing fit for bells at a time. Lucky for her, the current one only lasted around 10 chimes.
Finally able to breathe normally, her head fell back to her pillow, eyes closed, her small chest rising and falling quickly. The pillow would soon be soaked. Sweat streamed down her flushed cheeks, pooling under her near her ears.
Once her heart had calmed to a slower pace, Pa'haite opened her eyes and sighed. Idly she looked over towards the window that gaped through the wall next to her bed. She'd given up long ago wondering what it was like to be out there. Now she used the plate of glass as a place to rest her eyes, often growing tired of the vague patterns she had found in the walls time and time again.
Thinking Speaking Nura Other creatures speaking Nura to Pa' "Chalk in common" "Chalk in Kontinese"
Gnosis Summary :
Pa'haite holds the mark of Phylonura, from Caiyha, the Goddess of Flora and Fauna.
The singularly marked individual is granted the language of Nura and begins to learn to communicate with plants and animals of all sorts. Nura can even cause the witch to actively associate with insects which are vital forms of life in Caiyha's domain. Plants and Animals tolerate the witch regardless of biome. They will not attack. They see [her] as a friend and will defend if [she] controls a biome they dwell within.
It's all my fault… Paventhis, Pa'haite's mother, stood in the doorway. It all overwhelmed her. The sadness at watching her daughter sick again. The guilt that she just couldn't shake. Worst of all, the feeling of absolute helplessness of knowing there was nothing she could do for her. A crystal tear left a light trail as it rolled slowly down her cheek. It was all that her eyes could offer her anymore. She had come to the point where she had very nearly cried herself dry.
She watched her little girl silently. As a mother, she knew her daughter too well to try to go in and offer her words of comfort. With all that she had suffered through already, the child was wise well beyond her years. The innocence, the joy, the naïve wonder and excitement of the world, all of it had been stripped of her. She knew only of sickness, her bed, the silent cage of the walls around her, and the numberless line of healers. No joy, no friends, no games… Paventhis had to send her husband into town now. She simply couldn't take going herself. Seeing them… The other little girls, the bright lights in their eyes, their blissful little smiles…
Unable to stand it she quickly turned away from the door and pressed herself against the wall of the hallway. Her hands gripped at her stomach as the pain in her chest forced her double over. Tearless sobs shook through her. My girl… my little girl… why…. She tried to be calm, tried to silence herself. Pa'haite couldn't see her like this, it would only make things worse… But seeing her like that. Her face so somber, eyes so defeated. It was unbearable.
The list ran through her mind, all the possible reasons such a thing would happen. I must have angered the Gods. Angered Rak'keli, Vayt, Avalis, someone. Should have prayed more. Should have worshiped more. Should have become a healer…. She'd been over it all countless times. The guilt weighed on her like granite. Prayer and worship to every God and Goddess now took over the majority of her day. Without an idea of which God she could have possibly upset so, she took absolutely no chances. Even if their domain was far from obvious relevance.
Thinking Speaking Nura Other creatures speaking Nura to Pa' "Chalk in common" "Chalk in Kontinese"
Gnosis Summary :
Pa'haite holds the mark of Phylonura, from Caiyha, the Goddess of Flora and Fauna.
The singularly marked individual is granted the language of Nura and begins to learn to communicate with plants and animals of all sorts. Nura can even cause the witch to actively associate with insects which are vital forms of life in Caiyha's domain. Plants and Animals tolerate the witch regardless of biome. They will not attack. They see [her] as a friend and will defend if [she] controls a biome they dwell within.
Hearing the sudden quiet thump on the wall, Pa'haite's attention turned from the window to the empty doorway. Her mother always tried so hard to be quiet when she was sick, but she was never very good at it. The little girl's eyes glinted with concern. She was always crying over her, and she couldn't understand why.
In her mind, the illnesses were just the way things were. It was the life she had been given. Never once had she questioned the reasons for it. Sometimes she prayed with her mother for it to go away. They would get down on their knees in the main room on a small mat, clasping hands. Sure it would be nice if the illness just never came back, but she never truly expected any changes. All this intense grief her mother seemed to feel and attempted to hide was foreign to her.
"Mommy?" Pa'haite had recently realized that her usual using of the word "mother" was upsetting, somehow. She had made the decision that she would use the more "childish" term instead, to make her happy. Her voice was strained and quiet. It hurt her throat to speak aloud, but she wouldn't let that show.
The silence returned for a moment. Outside Paventhis was quickly wiping her eyes and trying to compose herself. Her voice was also forced, covering up her previous emotion with calm optimism. "Just a second, dear!"
