Raeyn age: 18
Yana age: 18
Spring 12th, 509
Bahrani Library
To young Raeyn, the Inarta world mage who was quickly proving himself rather competent in the mystical art of Alchemy, there was no batter place than the massive library at the heart of the Star of Kalea. A home away from home where between dusty tomes and leather bound casings he could find solitude. Among the skyglass arches and vast halls lined from floor to ceiling by shelves and shelves of precious knowledge, Raeyn could find anything and everything to nurture his mind. From simple stew recipies for the cooking up of wondrous concoctions indeed in the labs of the Twilight tower.
But the Inarta alchemist wasn't the only frequent fact at the Bahrani Library. Among the seekers and crowds of happenstance visitors, a number of familiar faces began to etch themselves into Raeyn's memory. One such a face was that of the pretty Dawn girl, same age as himself who, judging by the number of hours she'd spent hunched over blueprints and manuscripts, shared his passion for learning and doing. A head of smooth brown locks and skin of marble, eyes blue and determined. They'd pass each other in the hallways and corridors frequently, often engage in a little pleasant small talk or greet each other with a head nod. Of course Raeyn knew exactly who he was. He was aware as well as any native Lhavitian of the ancient blood that coursed though her veins and the ancient history it had seen though the generations of the Dawnish children. To her he was just a handsome stranger, a passing flirtation she rarely hid but seldom had chance to pursue. A pretty boy who rarely recanted the nature of her attention.
That evening was one such evening.
Recent years have seen Raeyn grow into the handsome flower that he was. Still bearing the charms of youth, all the childhood chub had left his face, leaving a jaw of marble, chiselled down to a point. He'd grown his hair out past his shoulders, now reaching almost to the centre of his spine where it hung, neatly braided. Masculinity settled in his features, but inspire of the amount of time the boy had spent in the woods on the hunt, and the frequent exercise of chasing after prey for hours, he still remained twiggy to say the last. Strong and carved around the arms, his muscle remained extraordinarily lean, leaving the boy looking like he's be far more easily overpowered than he was. And no amount of exercise nor large meals seemed to fix the metabolism that was always one step ahead, and all to the alchemist's utmost displeasure. What boy didn't dream to grow up faster than years allowed him.
Recent years had also seen him dive deeper and deeper into the world of magics. A fascination that began with alchemy had grown into the yearn for knowledge of many other disciplines, and to the pleasure of the seekers indeed. Raeyn worked overtime frequently to make the money needed to spend long days and nights in the magical sections of the library, hunched over books till his eyes turned sore and red. He consumed knowledge like it was sugar, addicted to it, feeling it send buzzes of excitement though his body as if he'd been on some high. And one of such magics that often captured the boy's imagination was reimancy. How wondrous it would be, as he often thought, to feel so much closer to his homeland though kinship with fire and earth? But so many dangers that the magical discipline brought with it, Raeyn was so painfully unaware of.
That evening he'd been on the look out for a familiar tone which he had read cover to cover already. But there was a specific piece of it he wished to copy out and refer to on a future date. And though he had always placed it in the exact spot he always found it, never misplacing it even by accident, that very evening he could not find it. He looked that specific book shelf up and down twice over, rummaged though the rest of the room wondering that perhaps someone else had red it in the short time that the tome and the mage were parted. Even enlisted the help of a Seeker who proved less than useful. But no matter how hard Raeyn looked, the book vanished in the dusty dim light of Leth's domain.
Word count: 738
Yana age: 18
Spring 12th, 509
Bahrani Library
To young Raeyn, the Inarta world mage who was quickly proving himself rather competent in the mystical art of Alchemy, there was no batter place than the massive library at the heart of the Star of Kalea. A home away from home where between dusty tomes and leather bound casings he could find solitude. Among the skyglass arches and vast halls lined from floor to ceiling by shelves and shelves of precious knowledge, Raeyn could find anything and everything to nurture his mind. From simple stew recipies for the cooking up of wondrous concoctions indeed in the labs of the Twilight tower.
But the Inarta alchemist wasn't the only frequent fact at the Bahrani Library. Among the seekers and crowds of happenstance visitors, a number of familiar faces began to etch themselves into Raeyn's memory. One such a face was that of the pretty Dawn girl, same age as himself who, judging by the number of hours she'd spent hunched over blueprints and manuscripts, shared his passion for learning and doing. A head of smooth brown locks and skin of marble, eyes blue and determined. They'd pass each other in the hallways and corridors frequently, often engage in a little pleasant small talk or greet each other with a head nod. Of course Raeyn knew exactly who he was. He was aware as well as any native Lhavitian of the ancient blood that coursed though her veins and the ancient history it had seen though the generations of the Dawnish children. To her he was just a handsome stranger, a passing flirtation she rarely hid but seldom had chance to pursue. A pretty boy who rarely recanted the nature of her attention.
That evening was one such evening.
Recent years have seen Raeyn grow into the handsome flower that he was. Still bearing the charms of youth, all the childhood chub had left his face, leaving a jaw of marble, chiselled down to a point. He'd grown his hair out past his shoulders, now reaching almost to the centre of his spine where it hung, neatly braided. Masculinity settled in his features, but inspire of the amount of time the boy had spent in the woods on the hunt, and the frequent exercise of chasing after prey for hours, he still remained twiggy to say the last. Strong and carved around the arms, his muscle remained extraordinarily lean, leaving the boy looking like he's be far more easily overpowered than he was. And no amount of exercise nor large meals seemed to fix the metabolism that was always one step ahead, and all to the alchemist's utmost displeasure. What boy didn't dream to grow up faster than years allowed him.
Recent years had also seen him dive deeper and deeper into the world of magics. A fascination that began with alchemy had grown into the yearn for knowledge of many other disciplines, and to the pleasure of the seekers indeed. Raeyn worked overtime frequently to make the money needed to spend long days and nights in the magical sections of the library, hunched over books till his eyes turned sore and red. He consumed knowledge like it was sugar, addicted to it, feeling it send buzzes of excitement though his body as if he'd been on some high. And one of such magics that often captured the boy's imagination was reimancy. How wondrous it would be, as he often thought, to feel so much closer to his homeland though kinship with fire and earth? But so many dangers that the magical discipline brought with it, Raeyn was so painfully unaware of.
That evening he'd been on the look out for a familiar tone which he had read cover to cover already. But there was a specific piece of it he wished to copy out and refer to on a future date. And though he had always placed it in the exact spot he always found it, never misplacing it even by accident, that very evening he could not find it. He looked that specific book shelf up and down twice over, rummaged though the rest of the room wondering that perhaps someone else had red it in the short time that the tome and the mage were parted. Even enlisted the help of a Seeker who proved less than useful. But no matter how hard Raeyn looked, the book vanished in the dusty dim light of Leth's domain.
Word count: 738
