Kouri was indeed far more clever than Anna had first anticipated, slightly worrying all things considered. The wizard disliked the tone of suggestion regarding failed spiritists, the indication that they were no longer among the living themselves most likely. Her immense and rather narcissistic pride took that as a slight against her own abilities, an insult of sorts. Her mark flared up, visions of untold suffering and misery brought to her mind. She allowed herself to taste of them for a moment before settling back into lucid reality, the chaos of her mind receding.
Trust. The word itself was anathema to Anna and if one realized what she had done in her life, who her true master was, then trust would be the last thing offered or even considered. Betrayal was a bittersweet wine, one that she found rather addicting and impossible to deny liking. Her best friend, the woman who had been as a sister to her, was her most profound betrayal. Why should anyone else be above such things. Yet, that Kouri even considered such a thing proved a theory regarding the nature of civilized beings. People wanted to believe the best in someone, that they were incapable of gross betrayal's of trust. They didn't want to imagine the depths of depravity one could fall into given the right push, not insanity but rather evil. Cold blooded torture, betraying close friends, rape, and murder. Few could fathom such a monster existing, few wanted to.
Of course, Kouri seemed practical about it, wondering what the wizard could do for her. The fact remained however that she was at least willing to make a deal with a monster, believing her to have a shed of common goodness remaining that made her normal. Anna wondered what the ghost could possibly want from her. Soulmist? A few Glyphed scrolls or weapons? It could be any number of things.
The wizard was pleased for the subject change and focused on listening intently, curious about new places beyond Sylira. Occasionally Kouri would switch to an odd language that the wizard was unfamiliar with, her native tongue no doubt. From what she could imagine Avanthal did indeed sound beautiful, worthy of a visit perhaps one day when she was free to do so. After travelling to Sahova Anna had found her wanderlust awakened, the desire to see new places and meet new people was rather strong.
Morwen, Goddess of Winter and Ice. Powerful as the season she commanded no doubt but still nothing compared to her own god. It often saddened her that the fools who surrounded her couldn't properly understand the power and glory of Rhysol, that she couldn't speak of it in pleasant company. If only they could meet the Dark God then they would understand his truth, the power that radiated from him and the acceptance he was capable of. It was an understanding Anna possessed with her at all times in the form of his mark, though she wanted to please him more. The wizard wanted to hear his powerful voice once more and to bask in his glory, not fearful this time but faithful.
Alas, this ghost child would be unlikely to understand either, so Anna kept to her silence and merely listened as the child prattled on about her home. At the mention of changing eyes Anna vaguely recalled seeing something similar in a student she had taught last season. A distinguishing trait to keep in mind it would seem.
When asked about her own home, the wizard's grey eyes gained a wistful quality about them. Even being away for a comparably short time was rather lonely in someway. For everything else the place had been it had been her home.
"Ah, Zeltiva. There is much to tell of the place but where to start? Shall I speak of the morning gulls crying over head as once walks down the dock? Of the massive galleons or tiny fishing vessels that sail in and out of the Bay, with Syna's light glittering upon the waters like so many stars? The cool waters lapping at my feet as I simply stared out to the endless expanse of Laviku's domain? My birth city is a place for such memories and more." She answered slowly.
"The greatest Port City in all of Mizahar is what they call us, our might upon the waves unmatched by any in this world. Pre Valterrian influences are seen wherever you look, not so grand as Sahova but more than most cities can boast. Its a place for sailing, exploration, and learning." Anna affirmed, nodding slightly.
"I learned much of what I do from the University of Zeltiva, a center of enlightened learning unmatched by any other place on Mizahar. I formerly worked as a Professor there, if you can believe it, teaching others the basics of Glyphing." Anna's eyes were misting over slightly memories flooding from her unbidden.
"Of course, compared to a number of the wizards here my own knowledge on the subject is pitiful but I suppose that's how some things work out." She said with a shrug of her shoulders.
Her home was far from Anna and it may be that she would never return to Zeltiva but it was pleasant to think about it at times. If talking about it helped foster Kouri's trust in a potential collaboration, then she was willing to do such a thing. This power she gained after all was not for herself but it was to further the goals of her god.
"My mother is there still for all I know, drifting on this world for whatever reason. She had been taken by the plague a few seasons back, gods I couldn't remember crying so hard. So when she returned to me it seemed a blessing, which I still believe to be true to this very day. They were... good days I suppose." Anna wasn't really sure why she was sharing this, but it was coming out anyway.
"It couldn't have lasted, my new found purpose disagreed with what she thought was best for me. We fought over... my choices in life every now and then. That's one of many reasons I'm here now, I had to get away from her and spare her the crushing truth of what I am now. I guess that makes me something of a coward." The words sounded vaguely like a confession, genuine regret and bitterness lacing her voice as her expression became thoughtful.
She shook her head slightly, her expression regaining some of its former light as she regarded Kouri.
"Bah! I seem to have a terrible habit of hijacking conversations and taking them places they shouldn't go. What of your own family? You needn't discuss it if it makes you feel uncomfortable." The wizard offered once more.
Perhaps some good might come from the shared scraps of information she had offered, though her mother's state was hardly a touchy subject. Anna had long sense come to terms with the reality of that situation.
Trust. The word itself was anathema to Anna and if one realized what she had done in her life, who her true master was, then trust would be the last thing offered or even considered. Betrayal was a bittersweet wine, one that she found rather addicting and impossible to deny liking. Her best friend, the woman who had been as a sister to her, was her most profound betrayal. Why should anyone else be above such things. Yet, that Kouri even considered such a thing proved a theory regarding the nature of civilized beings. People wanted to believe the best in someone, that they were incapable of gross betrayal's of trust. They didn't want to imagine the depths of depravity one could fall into given the right push, not insanity but rather evil. Cold blooded torture, betraying close friends, rape, and murder. Few could fathom such a monster existing, few wanted to.
Of course, Kouri seemed practical about it, wondering what the wizard could do for her. The fact remained however that she was at least willing to make a deal with a monster, believing her to have a shed of common goodness remaining that made her normal. Anna wondered what the ghost could possibly want from her. Soulmist? A few Glyphed scrolls or weapons? It could be any number of things.
The wizard was pleased for the subject change and focused on listening intently, curious about new places beyond Sylira. Occasionally Kouri would switch to an odd language that the wizard was unfamiliar with, her native tongue no doubt. From what she could imagine Avanthal did indeed sound beautiful, worthy of a visit perhaps one day when she was free to do so. After travelling to Sahova Anna had found her wanderlust awakened, the desire to see new places and meet new people was rather strong.
Morwen, Goddess of Winter and Ice. Powerful as the season she commanded no doubt but still nothing compared to her own god. It often saddened her that the fools who surrounded her couldn't properly understand the power and glory of Rhysol, that she couldn't speak of it in pleasant company. If only they could meet the Dark God then they would understand his truth, the power that radiated from him and the acceptance he was capable of. It was an understanding Anna possessed with her at all times in the form of his mark, though she wanted to please him more. The wizard wanted to hear his powerful voice once more and to bask in his glory, not fearful this time but faithful.
Alas, this ghost child would be unlikely to understand either, so Anna kept to her silence and merely listened as the child prattled on about her home. At the mention of changing eyes Anna vaguely recalled seeing something similar in a student she had taught last season. A distinguishing trait to keep in mind it would seem.
When asked about her own home, the wizard's grey eyes gained a wistful quality about them. Even being away for a comparably short time was rather lonely in someway. For everything else the place had been it had been her home.
"Ah, Zeltiva. There is much to tell of the place but where to start? Shall I speak of the morning gulls crying over head as once walks down the dock? Of the massive galleons or tiny fishing vessels that sail in and out of the Bay, with Syna's light glittering upon the waters like so many stars? The cool waters lapping at my feet as I simply stared out to the endless expanse of Laviku's domain? My birth city is a place for such memories and more." She answered slowly.
"The greatest Port City in all of Mizahar is what they call us, our might upon the waves unmatched by any in this world. Pre Valterrian influences are seen wherever you look, not so grand as Sahova but more than most cities can boast. Its a place for sailing, exploration, and learning." Anna affirmed, nodding slightly.
"I learned much of what I do from the University of Zeltiva, a center of enlightened learning unmatched by any other place on Mizahar. I formerly worked as a Professor there, if you can believe it, teaching others the basics of Glyphing." Anna's eyes were misting over slightly memories flooding from her unbidden.
"Of course, compared to a number of the wizards here my own knowledge on the subject is pitiful but I suppose that's how some things work out." She said with a shrug of her shoulders.
Her home was far from Anna and it may be that she would never return to Zeltiva but it was pleasant to think about it at times. If talking about it helped foster Kouri's trust in a potential collaboration, then she was willing to do such a thing. This power she gained after all was not for herself but it was to further the goals of her god.
"My mother is there still for all I know, drifting on this world for whatever reason. She had been taken by the plague a few seasons back, gods I couldn't remember crying so hard. So when she returned to me it seemed a blessing, which I still believe to be true to this very day. They were... good days I suppose." Anna wasn't really sure why she was sharing this, but it was coming out anyway.
"It couldn't have lasted, my new found purpose disagreed with what she thought was best for me. We fought over... my choices in life every now and then. That's one of many reasons I'm here now, I had to get away from her and spare her the crushing truth of what I am now. I guess that makes me something of a coward." The words sounded vaguely like a confession, genuine regret and bitterness lacing her voice as her expression became thoughtful.
She shook her head slightly, her expression regaining some of its former light as she regarded Kouri.
"Bah! I seem to have a terrible habit of hijacking conversations and taking them places they shouldn't go. What of your own family? You needn't discuss it if it makes you feel uncomfortable." The wizard offered once more.
Perhaps some good might come from the shared scraps of information she had offered, though her mother's state was hardly a touchy subject. Anna had long sense come to terms with the reality of that situation.