7th, Fall, 518 AV
This specific date during early Fall was very important for Mauriel, as it was the first time she had truly seen Lhavit. Up until now, the shining city was dressed in rather thick fog, concealing its beauty form the beholder, but today the fog has suddenly and unexpectedly cleared out. Or perhaps not so unexpectedly according to those who believed it had to do with an ancient relic found nearby, either way, it didn't make much of a difference to the Akvatari.
Big bridges, tall domes, shimmering skyglass, all basking in Syna's light, there was no greater sight to behold. Mauriel has spent the whole day just flying around and staring at various parts of the city. She had visited the Bharani Library countless times, but has never actually seen it. Good Gods, what a sight. Each peak was more beautiful than the other, and the city being so captivating was such a great expression of its honor to Zintila, Syna, and Leth, that she could not imagine a better tribute.
The previous culture she has enjoyed truly paled in comparison in her mind. For a while now, Mauriel had been repeating a story that was her retelling of an old Akvatarian Epic. She tried to shorten it and boil it down to its most gripping points, so it would be appealing to people who did not understand their culture of individualism and independence very well. Hopefully, the story would make people understand a bit more about them. And yet, the Ethaefal's enthusiasm over having extracted this story was gone the second the strange mist disappeared.
After her awe exhausted he physical capabilities, she finally sat down to rest. She was sitting on a flight of stairs, looking down on the city's beauty, still. Her obsession quickly made her feel afraid. Was she getting too attached to a place again? No matter how magnificent, she must not let herself take root here.
She tried to recount her retelling of the myth. Maybe that will remind her of the value of other cultures...
Big bridges, tall domes, shimmering skyglass, all basking in Syna's light, there was no greater sight to behold. Mauriel has spent the whole day just flying around and staring at various parts of the city. She had visited the Bharani Library countless times, but has never actually seen it. Good Gods, what a sight. Each peak was more beautiful than the other, and the city being so captivating was such a great expression of its honor to Zintila, Syna, and Leth, that she could not imagine a better tribute.
The previous culture she has enjoyed truly paled in comparison in her mind. For a while now, Mauriel had been repeating a story that was her retelling of an old Akvatarian Epic. She tried to shorten it and boil it down to its most gripping points, so it would be appealing to people who did not understand their culture of individualism and independence very well. Hopefully, the story would make people understand a bit more about them. And yet, the Ethaefal's enthusiasm over having extracted this story was gone the second the strange mist disappeared.
After her awe exhausted he physical capabilities, she finally sat down to rest. She was sitting on a flight of stairs, looking down on the city's beauty, still. Her obsession quickly made her feel afraid. Was she getting too attached to a place again? No matter how magnificent, she must not let herself take root here.
She tried to recount her retelling of the myth. Maybe that will remind her of the value of other cultures...