Timestamp: 20th of Winter, 518 A.V.
The morning dawned bright and clear. It was going to be a warm day, or at least warm relative to the chill of the winter without a winter. Kelski rose, admired how The Gem had decided the inside of her room should look exactly like the inside of a cut ruby, and took a leisurely purifying bath. Gilthas had turned her on to the idea of ritual bathing, and Kelski took it to a higher art.
She lingered in the steaming water, tapping the link to The Midnight Gem and establishing their usual repertoire. Talking to The Gem, communicating with it, getting it to share its thoughts and feelings... none of that was hard. But this thing... this next step in their relationship would be hard. Kelski was going to attempt to talk The Midnight Gem out of a piece of its soul.
Kelski wasn’t sure how The Gem would feel about it. Floating in the steaming water, the Sea Eagle could feel the building’s awareness all around her. It felt content, happy, almost settled. Stretching her fingers out to the edge of the tub, she tapped the well inside of herself and began pulling djed from the well of her soul. She’d done very little magic lately and she felt overfull. It was a good feeling, one mages loved, but it wasn’t going to stay that way. Kelski pulled the djed up through her body, forced it out through her fingers, and fed it into the edges of the tub. The tub was metal but connected directly to the building and she could feel The Gem’s awareness perk, its essence reach, and then she could physically feel it feeding from the tub’s offering like a calf nursing at a cow’s teat.
It was an odd sensation, but not unpleasant. It felt good in a way because she could feel her own strength feeding the strength of The Midnight Gem. She could feel its pleasure at the surge of power, its love that Kelski was nurturing it, and its curiosity as to why this was happening.
Sooooo gggoooooddd.
The building whispered in her mind, its tone and the way it drew out the words conveying its pleasure. Kelski kept up the feeding, forcing the djed from her, passing it on to the building gratefully. She floated in the tub, relaxed, not at all fighting the feeding. It was peaceful, nurturing, and in a way it filled her with hope for the future.
She couldn’t describe it. But Kelski wondered if this was what a woman felt when she nursed a child at her breast. She was giving life, feeding and nurturing a living thing, and it lit a fire in her belly that was warm and satisfying. It was a fire she could pass on to the building around her when she finally broached the subject she wanted to talk about.