29th Winter, 510 A.V. Hadrian had been wandering about Alvadas, trying to open himself to the illusions the way the scholars had bade him do if he wanted to understand illusion and Ionu for all the trouble he went to in order to get to the city at all. It seemed like he was nearing the edge of the city, but that could all be part of the illusion as well. In trying to open himself to the illusion, to the twisting of reality -- or was reality itself an illusion as some sages claimed? -- he could not hold onto any reference point and so he often found himself dizzy or disgruntled, unsure of his own senses. As he approached the pond with its waterfall, he instantly recognized it from his reading and from stories he had heard both before and since coming to Alvadas. Knowing the story of Verlyna, he considered the risks and rewards of learning hypnotism. Certainly it would make life easier if he could get what he wanted without as much effort... Still, he had found that taking shortcuts often ruined things. Inevitably, one got out of a thing what one put into it. Trick things out of people, and tricks ended up tricking you later on. With due caution, he sat on a stone far enough away from the water that he would have to fall over and then crawl to get into the water proper. He was still leery of everything in Alvadas and didn't want to die. He didn't rightly care whether the famous hypnotist really existed now, tied to the pool where she had apparently died. If some apparition of her appeared, he would treat with it on the off chance that it was her, though he would be careful to prevent being hypnotized. He should learn to Shield better. He should do a lot of things. Alvadas, as Sahova before it, had proven how insufficient he was to the task of being an iconoclastic mage like those after whom he patterned his life. He was still vulnerable, and somehow naive for all his studies. Somehow that would have to be remedied. |