13th of Summer, 518 3rd Bell.
Ten days.
It took Savis Maren's voice ten days to die altogether. She'd noticed it since the beginning. First, her gravely tones went hoarse and quiet. The Nuit was capable of vocalization for ten days but found her words tiring her. The sensation was foreign to her, with fatigue a concept not felt or known in nearly a century. Certainly, unlife was slow and tedious. The Nuit's pace was normally slower than a human was when they were awake. Journeys were longer and her reflexes delayed by a quantifiable amount. She'd long accepted such realities, not missing or remembering the rhythm of her human self. Time healed such wounds and brought one to accept their reality and yet the present day reminded her more than most of her advanced gait as a living being. While her voice was drained slowly from her, she found her movements quickened. Ever since the creation of her beloved tool, Sil, Savis Maren found that she could do more and faster throughout the day. Her loss of speech was unsettling, but with few needs outside of her home, she'd even grown content with the silence. At least... for now.
Is this permanent? Have I traded my voice for the ability to walk normally? Is this a trade I'm willing to make? I suppose, in time, I'll seek out some assistance from the mages within Lhavit. For now, however, perhaps my own insights might prove useful.
The Nuit was rather proud by nature. Though she was accepted into the city of Lhavit she found her welcome somewhat strained. She did not yet trust and by extension found it impossible to ask for help in her plight. Instead, she prepared herself. Unable to call out for her assistant, Sil, she was relegated to fetching her own tools. She produced her painting set from her rucksack, setting the rest aside as she sat at the desk in her room at the Solar Wind apartments. In front of her and against the wall there was a mirror, which she looked into as if her shell might show signs of what had transpired. She opened her mouth and attempted to cry out to no success. Instead of her voice, there was a weak croak followed by her expelling air from her maw. The effort once proven to be futile was cast aside and instead, she opened the tube-shaped container that held her paints and brush. She set a single container on her desk, popping the lid before she held her brush in her left hand. Dabbing into the paint, she then used the mirror in front of her. To the uninitiated, it might appear as if the Nuit was applying very strange make-up, but it was for another purpose that her skin dyed black.
Savis drew a circle in the palm of her left hand. Carefully she traced the unique print, tracing each groove of the limb before extending the paint to her fingertips. Within the center of her palm, she drew a circle, which united the lines and provided a form to the focus. Savis then completed the rune with a trigger. The singular glyph was tasked to the purpose of amplifying the reach of her djed and providing her a means of furthering her talents with Auristics, made active by her indulgence into the discipline. Once she was satisfied, the mage looked at the aesthetics of her rune. A flicker of distaste was present upon her countenance, her facial expressions made so much more present without speech to properly express her thoughts. The rune looked a sight but would prove more functional than stylish. She created it for one purpose only and that purpose was to be pursued immediately.
Djed welled from the depths of Savis' soul. Immediately it traveled from the length of her spine through the pathways within her rotting body. Traveling quickly with the aid of the focus, she implemented touch into the magic, intent on feeling with her hands to investigate what might ail her. Fingers pressed to her throat, djed coursing within the runes on her palm as it pressed to the flesh in turn. She felt the slow drip of the ichor in her arm as gravity pulled it along her musculature. She felt the decay within her flesh setting in, slowed by the cold but nonetheless trudging onward. The Aurist also felt the decaying muscles vibrate as she sought to call out her own name. She spoke, but words did not pour from her mouth. She called out the names of her parents next, her masters before at last she surrendered to the silence. Disappointed by her inability to divine the nature of her illness, the djed waned from her hand and she allowed the Sight to flicker off. Downtrodden by her lack of success, it was back to the drawing board as the Nuit mused in her mind in regard to what action she might take next.
Auristics proved entirely useless, even with Glyphing augmenting the practice... Perhaps, instead, I need to find a workaround? My primary concern is the inability to communicate with the Shinya when the time comes to change. I have a lot of time before then, but there are also other matters to consider... I need to convey my needs and Sil is of no use. I need a way to speak...
As Savis' thoughts moved to Sil, her animated servant, a brilliant idea came to mind.
What if I create another animation? Capable of speech... Able to respond to nonverbal stimulus... It doesn't sound impossible! But I need tools to begin such an endeavor.
The Nuit was very early into the morning and had plenty of time to consider her options.
Ten days.
It took Savis Maren's voice ten days to die altogether. She'd noticed it since the beginning. First, her gravely tones went hoarse and quiet. The Nuit was capable of vocalization for ten days but found her words tiring her. The sensation was foreign to her, with fatigue a concept not felt or known in nearly a century. Certainly, unlife was slow and tedious. The Nuit's pace was normally slower than a human was when they were awake. Journeys were longer and her reflexes delayed by a quantifiable amount. She'd long accepted such realities, not missing or remembering the rhythm of her human self. Time healed such wounds and brought one to accept their reality and yet the present day reminded her more than most of her advanced gait as a living being. While her voice was drained slowly from her, she found her movements quickened. Ever since the creation of her beloved tool, Sil, Savis Maren found that she could do more and faster throughout the day. Her loss of speech was unsettling, but with few needs outside of her home, she'd even grown content with the silence. At least... for now.
Is this permanent? Have I traded my voice for the ability to walk normally? Is this a trade I'm willing to make? I suppose, in time, I'll seek out some assistance from the mages within Lhavit. For now, however, perhaps my own insights might prove useful.
The Nuit was rather proud by nature. Though she was accepted into the city of Lhavit she found her welcome somewhat strained. She did not yet trust and by extension found it impossible to ask for help in her plight. Instead, she prepared herself. Unable to call out for her assistant, Sil, she was relegated to fetching her own tools. She produced her painting set from her rucksack, setting the rest aside as she sat at the desk in her room at the Solar Wind apartments. In front of her and against the wall there was a mirror, which she looked into as if her shell might show signs of what had transpired. She opened her mouth and attempted to cry out to no success. Instead of her voice, there was a weak croak followed by her expelling air from her maw. The effort once proven to be futile was cast aside and instead, she opened the tube-shaped container that held her paints and brush. She set a single container on her desk, popping the lid before she held her brush in her left hand. Dabbing into the paint, she then used the mirror in front of her. To the uninitiated, it might appear as if the Nuit was applying very strange make-up, but it was for another purpose that her skin dyed black.
Savis drew a circle in the palm of her left hand. Carefully she traced the unique print, tracing each groove of the limb before extending the paint to her fingertips. Within the center of her palm, she drew a circle, which united the lines and provided a form to the focus. Savis then completed the rune with a trigger. The singular glyph was tasked to the purpose of amplifying the reach of her djed and providing her a means of furthering her talents with Auristics, made active by her indulgence into the discipline. Once she was satisfied, the mage looked at the aesthetics of her rune. A flicker of distaste was present upon her countenance, her facial expressions made so much more present without speech to properly express her thoughts. The rune looked a sight but would prove more functional than stylish. She created it for one purpose only and that purpose was to be pursued immediately.
Djed welled from the depths of Savis' soul. Immediately it traveled from the length of her spine through the pathways within her rotting body. Traveling quickly with the aid of the focus, she implemented touch into the magic, intent on feeling with her hands to investigate what might ail her. Fingers pressed to her throat, djed coursing within the runes on her palm as it pressed to the flesh in turn. She felt the slow drip of the ichor in her arm as gravity pulled it along her musculature. She felt the decay within her flesh setting in, slowed by the cold but nonetheless trudging onward. The Aurist also felt the decaying muscles vibrate as she sought to call out her own name. She spoke, but words did not pour from her mouth. She called out the names of her parents next, her masters before at last she surrendered to the silence. Disappointed by her inability to divine the nature of her illness, the djed waned from her hand and she allowed the Sight to flicker off. Downtrodden by her lack of success, it was back to the drawing board as the Nuit mused in her mind in regard to what action she might take next.
Auristics proved entirely useless, even with Glyphing augmenting the practice... Perhaps, instead, I need to find a workaround? My primary concern is the inability to communicate with the Shinya when the time comes to change. I have a lot of time before then, but there are also other matters to consider... I need to convey my needs and Sil is of no use. I need a way to speak...
As Savis' thoughts moved to Sil, her animated servant, a brilliant idea came to mind.
What if I create another animation? Capable of speech... Able to respond to nonverbal stimulus... It doesn't sound impossible! But I need tools to begin such an endeavor.
The Nuit was very early into the morning and had plenty of time to consider her options.
