When fear forms the hollow platitudes to live by there is no hope for advancement. To be stuck in the fervor of ignorance is to fully lay claim to barbarism, the nuit thought to herself. It was common to fear. It was an instinct driven so wisely into the primal nature of living beings. Savis Maren could account for the uses of fear, but its consequences were a far more dangerous game. She watched over the course of the evening how fear gave way to curiosity. Then, how curiosity evolved into fascination. Then, at last, the ignorance was satisfied and Mauriel even seemed eager to learn more.
Savis certainly wasn't a master, but this day, she felt further along on her way. The idea of garnering souls to teach and derive talents from - a mutually beneficial symbiosis of souls - drove her to eagerness. To teach others, to find in them the eager soul willing to learn, became a passion that superseded the hatred. Discontent vanished and the nuit couldn't quite keep the chuckle off her lips. The close-lipped smile remained plastered on her countenance as the laughter escaped Mauriel's lips in turn.
The notebook had quite the personality. It spoke out with Mauriel's voice and fearlessly admonished the both of them. Savis, belwildered and amused, closed the book and retrieved it from the table before coaxing the djed from the depths of her soul. Her shoulders sagged, then swelled with the familiar rise and fall of unnecessary breath. Savis delved into the layers of the astral, cradling her arms before severing the spectral from the corporeal. The nuit's arms fell limp at her sides as she picked up the enchanted notebook, prying it from within the Destination. She'd offer it to Mauriel,
"Hold this for a moment," the nuit said, a given command more than a question of favor. She reached into her bag for her waterskin, next, pulling clean bandages from within as well. She soaked the cotton in water before using her astral limb to knead the bandages against the table. She scrubbed the paint off from the surface with slow, circular movements before allowing her silver gaze to search for a receptacle. Finding what she sought a short distance away, she lifted the gauze from the surface and threw it all away. Savis then pulled her astral arms to her physical shell, fusing the astral back into the physical just as day wrought forth from the clutch of night.
When Savis Maren's attention returned to the table and the Lethaefal present along with it, the golden light of Syna, at last, rained down on the world. With her arrival and the departure of Leth from the skies of Mizahar, it seemed his oh-so-distant daughter changed as well. A big, blubbery tail replaced short but willowy legs, the creature formerly known as little miss Dazzling erupting into a decidedly less shiny and graceful form. When Savis saw the flying seal-woman-thing, she found an overwhelming tickle in her throat building.
For her entire season and change within Lhavit, she'd detested the Ethaefal for their unyielding beauty, for their unparalleled immortality, for that wretched perfection that kept them as repugnant stewards to all that was lovely and beautiful in the world. And now, one such Ethaefal turned into this comically absurd creature.
What even is this? she asked, as the unfiltered laughter began to fly from her lips. She couldn't help herself as it erupted like Mount Skyinarta, flowing mellifluously throughout the Bharani Library and pushing her back from the table and into the adjacent one's stone bench. She rested her back against a stone edge, unable to stop herself as she was utterly undone.
"I-I-I'm so-" she burst out again, trying and failing to muster out any sort of apology or excuse for her behavior as the utter irony of her distaste for Mauriel in their initial encounter fell by the wayside completely.
Savis certainly wasn't a master, but this day, she felt further along on her way. The idea of garnering souls to teach and derive talents from - a mutually beneficial symbiosis of souls - drove her to eagerness. To teach others, to find in them the eager soul willing to learn, became a passion that superseded the hatred. Discontent vanished and the nuit couldn't quite keep the chuckle off her lips. The close-lipped smile remained plastered on her countenance as the laughter escaped Mauriel's lips in turn.
The notebook had quite the personality. It spoke out with Mauriel's voice and fearlessly admonished the both of them. Savis, belwildered and amused, closed the book and retrieved it from the table before coaxing the djed from the depths of her soul. Her shoulders sagged, then swelled with the familiar rise and fall of unnecessary breath. Savis delved into the layers of the astral, cradling her arms before severing the spectral from the corporeal. The nuit's arms fell limp at her sides as she picked up the enchanted notebook, prying it from within the Destination. She'd offer it to Mauriel,
"Hold this for a moment," the nuit said, a given command more than a question of favor. She reached into her bag for her waterskin, next, pulling clean bandages from within as well. She soaked the cotton in water before using her astral limb to knead the bandages against the table. She scrubbed the paint off from the surface with slow, circular movements before allowing her silver gaze to search for a receptacle. Finding what she sought a short distance away, she lifted the gauze from the surface and threw it all away. Savis then pulled her astral arms to her physical shell, fusing the astral back into the physical just as day wrought forth from the clutch of night.
When Savis Maren's attention returned to the table and the Lethaefal present along with it, the golden light of Syna, at last, rained down on the world. With her arrival and the departure of Leth from the skies of Mizahar, it seemed his oh-so-distant daughter changed as well. A big, blubbery tail replaced short but willowy legs, the creature formerly known as little miss Dazzling erupting into a decidedly less shiny and graceful form. When Savis saw the flying seal-woman-thing, she found an overwhelming tickle in her throat building.
For her entire season and change within Lhavit, she'd detested the Ethaefal for their unyielding beauty, for their unparalleled immortality, for that wretched perfection that kept them as repugnant stewards to all that was lovely and beautiful in the world. And now, one such Ethaefal turned into this comically absurd creature.
What even is this? she asked, as the unfiltered laughter began to fly from her lips. She couldn't help herself as it erupted like Mount Skyinarta, flowing mellifluously throughout the Bharani Library and pushing her back from the table and into the adjacent one's stone bench. She rested her back against a stone edge, unable to stop herself as she was utterly undone.
"I-I-I'm so-" she burst out again, trying and failing to muster out any sort of apology or excuse for her behavior as the utter irony of her distaste for Mauriel in their initial encounter fell by the wayside completely.
