Talya spoke, and Alija struggled to follow. So many words, it seemed, to just explain something simple, or simple in the fact that what has to be said isn't a lot. It twisted her mind, and all signs of fidgeting stopped, all focus on the words the Ethaefal spoke and on interpreting them. "Do you understand?" she finally asked, as Alija was piecing it all together.
"Understand? I do not know. Is it that you remember more clearly, more distinctly, when your.. patron deity rules the sky? By which I assume you refer to Leth and Syna, the moon and the sun. So at night, things may come more clearly to you, but are still fragmented?" Alija thought back to what she had said, "And you spoke of an alternative form? Is this the form that I know of, a form with horns and beauty?"
Talya had also asked her why she was curious about the matter. Alija had little answer for that except that she was curious, "Curious about the Ethaefal, curious about the Chaktawe. Both are races unfamiliar, in their aspects to me. The Chaktawe more so than Ethaefal. But we were to practice auristics, and my curiousity, for the moment, has been supplied with things to think over. Shall we continue with the magic? I wish to know what it may look like through another's eyes? Perhaps you may speak to me a way to improve, to enhance, and I also to you."
Alija looked around, spotting a young waitress sitting at the bar, sipping tea of her own. It was most likely a small break for her, enough time for Alija to concentrate on what her aura had to say. "The waitress, there, with the short dark brown hair. What does your aura say about her? What does it look like?"
Alija rapidly fell into the familiar trance,picking up the aura in a matter of seconds. Heat wrapped around her immediately, a warm, pulsing feel. Fever, she thought, as the heat grew stronger. Her eyes blurred, letting information seep through. A small red sliver of colour kept spiking up, but Alija didn't understand it, not immediately, but on seeing it, felt a deep ache in her forehead. Pain, then, if that was what it made her feel?
One last thing, she decided, and then she would report what she had uncovered. Closing her eyes, she pictured herself sorting through the aura she had seen, diving deeper into it's misty depths. There was another aura peeping out through the clothes, a dull grey, with flecks of green. Alija opened her eyes, observing the shape and size. A necklace, but a special one. Something about it wasn't normal, as its aura was larger than what she would have expected. Not much more, but a little.
"She has a fever, which gives her pain, and a necklace, which stands out," she said simply, letting natural senses return, "What do you see?"
"Understand? I do not know. Is it that you remember more clearly, more distinctly, when your.. patron deity rules the sky? By which I assume you refer to Leth and Syna, the moon and the sun. So at night, things may come more clearly to you, but are still fragmented?" Alija thought back to what she had said, "And you spoke of an alternative form? Is this the form that I know of, a form with horns and beauty?"
Talya had also asked her why she was curious about the matter. Alija had little answer for that except that she was curious, "Curious about the Ethaefal, curious about the Chaktawe. Both are races unfamiliar, in their aspects to me. The Chaktawe more so than Ethaefal. But we were to practice auristics, and my curiousity, for the moment, has been supplied with things to think over. Shall we continue with the magic? I wish to know what it may look like through another's eyes? Perhaps you may speak to me a way to improve, to enhance, and I also to you."
Alija looked around, spotting a young waitress sitting at the bar, sipping tea of her own. It was most likely a small break for her, enough time for Alija to concentrate on what her aura had to say. "The waitress, there, with the short dark brown hair. What does your aura say about her? What does it look like?"
Alija rapidly fell into the familiar trance,picking up the aura in a matter of seconds. Heat wrapped around her immediately, a warm, pulsing feel. Fever, she thought, as the heat grew stronger. Her eyes blurred, letting information seep through. A small red sliver of colour kept spiking up, but Alija didn't understand it, not immediately, but on seeing it, felt a deep ache in her forehead. Pain, then, if that was what it made her feel?
One last thing, she decided, and then she would report what she had uncovered. Closing her eyes, she pictured herself sorting through the aura she had seen, diving deeper into it's misty depths. There was another aura peeping out through the clothes, a dull grey, with flecks of green. Alija opened her eyes, observing the shape and size. A necklace, but a special one. Something about it wasn't normal, as its aura was larger than what she would have expected. Not much more, but a little.
"She has a fever, which gives her pain, and a necklace, which stands out," she said simply, letting natural senses return, "What do you see?"