Evening of the 12th of Fall, 519 AV
“You will be leaving today, yes?”
“Yes Lelia.”
“Right. Well? Any questions?”
Rohka paused. They were both seated near the Konti’s bookshelf, in rickety wooden chairs as old as the Mystic Eye itself. The truth was that she wasn’t ready to leave this place. She was ready to leave Ravok. With all that had happened to herself thus far, she knew it was time. But this particular shop—this home, rather—wasn’t one that she was ready to give up. The sybil leaned forward in her seat and rested her elbows on her knees, her chin in her palms, a small frown on her face as she watched Lelia spin her spoon in her mug of tea. The pale Konti sat with her legs crossed, her flowing white hair gently swooped to the side over her plain black, scalloped gown, her general demeanour as calm as it usually is, showing not the slightest sense of emotional difference from their everyday conversations. Rohka hummed, thinking of how long she’d be gone. She wondered if she’d ever return and then figured she would need to say something in case things go wrong.
“Lelia, I—“
“You should probably figure out how to hide that aura of yours while you’re away. Practise and master it. You wouldn’t want people sensing your vulnerability.”
Petch. Every time, gods, she’s so… It was always hard to admit how frustrating the Divinist could be in moments where all she really wanted was comfort. Rohka sat back in her seat and sighed, taking her time to think, to relax her mind. She closed her eyes. The sound of a sip reached the sybil’s ears, and she knew that Lelia was watching her, patiently. With one deep breath in through her nose and out through her mouth, Rohka let her shoulders relax, then brought her hands together to clasp in her lap. As she did this, she watched herself pay attention to her thoughts riding their currents and letting them carry over through the ocean of her mind. She watched and noticed her undertow of jealousy. It was an ever-present envy she had over the Konti’s capability with her gnosis. Once she noticed it, she found that it disappeared, replacing itself with appreciation for the Divinist’s discretion and respect for the wishes of her clients.
The appreciation was a surprising shift. Rohka took a moment to investigate her surprised and found that she too, had a wish. It was an unsaid wish, but one that was respected nonetheless. In the years she’d worked for Lelia… the sybil had never asked for information about Rohka’s own chavi. They both knew that Lelia knew it well, and that the Divinist has looked through her chavi multiple times when they trained together. Lessons were always taught with her past and present in mind.
“Lia,” she began, using the nickname that brought her a sense of kinship, on a level she never really understood. Rohka’s eyes were still closed, so she couldn’t see the soft smile on the Konti’s lips. “I think I love you.”
WC = 509