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The Diamond of Kalea is located on Kalea's extreme west coast and called as such because its completely made of a crystalline substance called Skyglass. Home of the Alvina of the Stars, cultural mecca of knowledge seekers, and rife with Ethaefal, this remote city shimmers with its own unique light.

Day of Duty [Alses]

Postby Una Tanta on May 28th, 2014, 12:08 am

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86th of Spring 514 AV


Una gulped as she gazed at the tall heights of Tower Radiant. The spiraling towers were a cacophony of rainbows born from Synas fingers dancing over Skyglass, a substance as heavenly borne as the ice of Avanthal. The building has more statuary and detail than most of Lhavit with several statues depicting the beautiful horned creatures Una had seen once or twice from a distance more vast than she cared to.

Colonnades braced the outside like the pearly teeth of a smiling maw that threatened to trap the terrified Una inside. She had never had a true job before, each job was born of a necessity for Cy. But this, this Sousa Dawn had told her would be a job that would fulfill what she truly desired and coveted, knowledge and community service. This Alses was dangerous and powerful and most importantly coveted knowledge as much as Una herself. I must remember above all, not to let one that loves knowledge as much as I to draw me in to her crusade. I don't know who is corrupt, Sousa or Alses, but I do know I am over my head... With that she took a gulp of air and broached the heavy doors that would lead to her first real job.

Mirrors and brilliant lights graced Unas senses as she stepped into the elegant and ornate entrance of Radiant Tower. Gazing about her dazzled and blinded she sought the broad desk of the receptionist. She had been told she would be meeting her employer, The Councillor Radiant, for an interview. Sousa hadn't been able to promise her a job, but had told Una that the Councillor was desperate for employees and her competency would be likely be received with great warmth. Una was not so sure now that she had seen the elegance of the building.

Her plain white dress hung about her ankles drably making her intensely self conscious as she approached the desk. The blond strand of a woman at its edge glanced at her from toe to tip critically for a moment before a soft smile graced her cheeks.

"What can I do for you?"

"I'm here to see Councillor Radiant...for an interview." Una added quickly her white face taking on a faintly pink appearance as she gulped. Perhaps I should have bought some nicer clothes...or practiced...what am I going to say? What is she going to demand? Her heart raced painfully in her chest as she contemplated the many things that could go awry. She had only been in Lhavit for a day and hadn't yet found enough time to snatch more than a chime or two of sleep or a place of residence.

She had been lucky to spend the night on the heaving hull of the ship that had escorted her to Lhavit and though she appreciated the sailors warmth and generosity having built a stolid friendship with the group on two journeys now she was loathe to spend another night amongst their snoring and flatulence.

"Ah yes, and your name?"

"Una Tanta,"

"Wonderful. The stairs are there, the Councillor is on the seventh floor. Have a wonderful day." She chimed turning her attention back to the mounds of paperwork the decorated the desk in neatly assorted piles.

Nodding slowly Una turned slowly in the direction the woman had indicated and slowly toddled up the numerous stairs. Huffing and puffing by the time she reached the top Una took the chance to lean against the wall, catching her breath. A long ornate hallway extended before her with a large door carved into the wall of the end.

Fidgeting despite herself Una drew up to the large doors her hand resting on the bag at her side. Inside was the copy of the Circumnavigation of Mizahar she had copied from the archives of Wind Reach earlier that Spring as a testament to her work and abilities. It was the only thing that kept her erect as her hand balled into a weak fist and knocked gently on the Councillors abode.



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Postby Alses on May 29th, 2014, 8:57 pm

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Alses only looked up from her work when there came a soft tapping and knocking at the doors to her office, swiftly followed by the turning of two brass handles and the silent gliding inwards of them both, allowing efficient and dapper Mercadier into her office – or rather, allowing his head in, at least.

Very sorry to disturb you, your grace,” he murmured with an apologetic smile, having caught her attention – however briefly. Alses made an indeterminate noise, already having returned to her documents, and Mercadier took this as a cue to continue: “But there’s a young Charoda lady at our doors claiming to be here for an interview. It sounds as though someone’s answered the call at last,” he added with a wry twist to those lips; he knew well enough the struggles of finding appropriate staff.

That got her attention; her head snapped up, papers suddenly forgotten in the face of the news. “Oh, really? Excellent news! Do show her in,” Alses urged. Had she been a little more experienced at reading Mercadier, a little more on-the-ball when it came to the politics of her little department, she’d have perhaps seen the little telltale signs that might have caused her to ask her deputy to have the girl wait for a few chimes.

That would have given him the chance to have a little chat with her first, sound her out, offer a bit of advice, perhaps, and form his own opinions before the interview process officially started.

Nonetheless, despite Mercadier’s unvoiced wishes, Alses was his boss and her word in the Tower was law; he ghosted out and into the plush waiting room where Una, nervous and ill-at-ease amongst the baroque décor, nervously hovered and havered.

Smoothing back his blonde hair with one distracted hand, Mercadier gave the young woman a small and slightly sympathetic smile; she didn’t look, in his estimation, ready at all, jarred by the magnificence all around. Still, Alses was something of an enigma, and the girl might have hidden skills…it wouldn’t do to make a final judgement so early on.

Miss Tanta?” he pitched it low and quiet, so as not to startle her; he walked silently and had long ago mastered the art of being unobtrusive. “The Councillor will see you now. If you’d come with me?” He waited just long enough to see the Charoda start to rise before turning to lead the way through the corridors of power to Alses’ office.

Mercadier, whatever his other faults, was at least kindly and perceptive; he took the journey slowly, noticing the girl’s rather out-of-breath condition and giving her time to recover, at least a little bit. Fortunately, it was a short distance to traverse, and so in short order he was handing her into Alses’ tender mercies, his job completed. He even found time for a quick, murmured “
Good luck,” to the girl, before he raised his voice, opened the doors and announced:

Miss Una Tanta, your grace.” Just as quickly as he’d arrived, he departed, ghosting back to his own offices and work, the doors shutting with a soft and final click behind his dapper form and leaving Alses and Una alone in the Councillor Radiant’s grand office.

Alses’ sharp eyes didn’t miss much, these days, and she drank in the new person stepping into her sanctum, assessing them in a split-tick. Una was most definitely a Charoda, Alses noted – it had been one thing to be told that she was about to receive one of the ocean-dwelling race, but quite another to see one in the flesh, as it were, standing in her office and looking rather – the thought brought a smile to her face – out of her depth. Indeed, almost everything about her reminded Alses in some way of the sea, from the living paleness of her skin – glittering like dolphin’s backs at dawn in the abundant light – to the organic writhe of tentacles that framed her face like a halo. Luminescent spots dotted a heart-shaped face, points of light almost lost in the bright glow of the room in general, but there nonetheless for someone with sharp eyes and a keen mind to see.

Come closer, please. We don’t bite, and I prefer not to shout.” She used the time, those precious ticks, to get a first impression of Una, her power waking lazily inside her and spilling a thousand coils into the world, the artist unseen drenching the place in a thousand intermingling variations of shade and hue, impossible darkness next to burning light and all of it strung through with the finest lacework filigree of laughter imaginable, bright gold and silver and all the colours in between; sensations and feelings past and present ready for her to pluck like low-hanging fruit and understand in an instant.

Lazy swells of Alses’ magic broke over the desk and rolled through the furniture like thick honey-wine to her augmented senses, making everything immediately accessible, explicable. She got a split-second taste of the fine spirits in her drinks cabinet, off to one corner, felt the soft brush of parchment and paper on her skin and smelt the ink of her books as her consciousness surged forward on golden wings to wrap itself invisibly, lightly, around Una, a mantling corona that drank in everything it could about the girl.

My name is Alses,” she added, steepling her fingers and looking pensively over the top of them at Una with sharp eyes and sharper senses. “As you might be aware.” A wry half-smile curved the left half of her lips upwards as she said that, inwardly casting about for some way to make the girl feel more at ease.

Even though she’d been in Una’s position not so very long ago, even though she knew exactly what was going through the woman’s mind, the nebulous fear and spine-tingling dread and those blasted butterflies that always filled the stomach in times of stress, Alses couldn’t think of any way to alleviate it all. Job interviews were nasty things; there was no getting away from it.

Sit, sit; we don’t require our visitors to stand before me like criminals on a charge!” She tried a bit of levity, jolliness injected straight into her voice even as Alses’ hands shifted a pile of documents to the side and laid a fresh, new sheet of creamy paper in front of her, ready for any notes the glorious Councillor Radiant might have wished to make.

So, Miss Tanta…You’re here to apply to be my personal secretary, correct?" She looked straight at Una then, tawny eyes all aglow with the solar fires of summer. It was a hard gaze, though not an unfriendly one; it simply gave most the sense that Alses was in some way giving them marks, totting up the sum of their life and - perhaps - finding it wanting.

"Why?
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Postby Una Tanta on July 5th, 2014, 12:27 am

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A blonde man stood before Una running his fingers through his hear and away from his face. His pressed and clean attire making Una all the more self conscious, a pang of anxiety making her heart stop as sympathy graced the mans face. If I think HE is regal...what will Alses look like? I-I don't think I can do this she fretted as he spoke unintelligible words in her direction. Her feet begged her to flee, more powerful with each brave step she placed toward the Councillor Radiant.

It didn't occur to her that her nervous and shabby appearance may indeed be in her advantage. No one would suspect a mole of Sousa Dawn to look so ill prepared. In fact, she was perhaps the most valuable mole for an employer so skilled in Auristics for she wasn't intending to deceive, had no notion she was truly deceiving or doing something wrong but merely indulging her own desires, contributing to the community and observing a potentially dangerous political figure.

“Miss Una Tanta, your grace.” The word Miss struck Unas chest like a weighty hammer making her frown at the man correcting him before she could stop herself, "Missus...Missus Una Tanta" Though she was technically one no more, and after the death of her deceased husbands ghost should have adjusted to the word it was a formality ill used and not yet familiar.

The Ethaefal was as Radiant as her name suggested, but as she had perhaps intended her luminescence was dulled by the grandness of her vast desk and offices. The womans eyes scanned the Charodae as she looked about her absorbing the regal space. Tentacles betraying her anxiety they tangled into a tight bun at the base of her neck shivering and quivering with delight and anxiety to be seen by one so regal.

“Come closer, please. We don’t bite, and I prefer not to shout.” Una quickly shuffled forward at her command, standing before her long ornate desk. Come on Una, don't be so tense and anxious. Relax. Relax and you'll do well. Deep breaths... Taking a deep breath Una stood, her hands loosely linked behind her back. Her thoughts didn't range as far as plot, Sousa, or anything beyond standing, breathing and preparing to speak. That at the moment was more than enough to ponder and consider.

“My name is Alses,” Una tilted her head as the woman introduced herself. "Yes. You are known as far as Wind Reach already, and I imagine you'll be known in Avanthal if the Sailors I travelled here with make it back with their mouths unfrozen and intact." She smiled weakly, struggling to appear light hearted and comfortable. She couldn't fathom why she was so terrified, the worst Alses could do was deny her the job. Yet, if felt as if this regal figure before her held her very life in her hands. Her eyes met the Councillors for a moment, searching the deep and calculating gaze that ran over her body.

“Sit, sit; we don’t require our visitors to stand before me like criminals on a charge!” Una smiled, though she did very much feel like a criminal on charge and was sure she was about to be questioned like one. Taking a seat in the large padded chair positioned opposite and against the broad oak desk.

"Of course Councillor," She murmured as she took her seat placing her hands timidly in her lap. Watching as the woman tugged a beautiful piece of parchment toward her Unas eyes widened with desire. Everything in Lhavit was luxurious and beautiful, even the parchment they utilized.

“So, Miss Tanta…You’re here to apply to be my personal secretary, correct?" "Indeed," Una replied quietly, meeting the amber brown eyes of the horned woman. Her voice and yes had lost their momentary levity. Settling into the curve of the chair back Una drew her leg about and over her knee.

"Why?”

Una hesitated as she contemplated the appropriate wording, "Because I am uniquely qualified to be your personal assistant..." She began slowly tempering out each word as she spoke it. An interview was about portraying oneself honestly but with care to show how one was best suited for the position. The woman must have seen dozens of interviewees for this position, it would take a lot of effort and care to show the woman that despite her anxiety and appearance she was best suited for the position.

"One works best in a position one loves. I would love and appreciate this position more than any other Lhavitian. Thus, though I may be lacking in some areas, you wont find anyone else more willing to learn outside of my time with you to serve you better..." Common spilled from her tongue a little stilted, both from fear and lack of fluency.

"The Radiant Tower was built to serve the people of Lhavit," She stated, adding the detail to show the woman she had done the research necessary to know why she suited the job, "and I am looking for a career that will allow me to serve the community in which I reside to the best of my abilities while giving me the ability to further the skills I wish to."

She wasn't sure if she should keep speaking but she desperately wanted to say all she had intended to before the woman could excuse her from her presence. "I am fluent in Char and Vani, and adequate in Common both written and spoken and am working to develop my Nari. Valuable languages for the Councillor of Foreign Affairs. Furthermore...I am a practicing Spiritist...which means I can garner information from you from those long dead, information necessary in the running of the city. Especially its magical domain." By this point Una had said what she intended to say and had turned her eyes back to the Councillors hoping she hadn't sounded arrogant, or explained too far.

With every moment that passed Una felt self doubt worm its way back into her heart. She had only just begun to learn herself and her own desires, her confidence in her skills trailed distantly behind the other developments. Swallowing, Una gazed patiently waiting for Alses response to her barrage, certain it was a longer answer than the woman had intended to get.




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Postby Alses on July 8th, 2014, 10:07 pm

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Alses had a statue-like stillness as she listened, a perfect sculpture that could have been carved from fire-opals for all the indications of life she gave. Even whilst her body was still, though, her mind, that was furiously active, in overdrive almost, greedily suckling on the thick golden ropes of her djed thrown out from her nova-bright core and soul, using the glut of magic and absolute pinpoint control only those formally trained to the pinnacle of auristics could achieve. Sometimes, it paid off to have been an apprentice at the Dusk Tower, even if it did load her down with baggage – perceived or actual no matter – at times.

Alses let a flicker of a smile leap over her features at Una’s uncompromisingly direct assessment, and at the little flicker of initiative shown by her research. At least the woman seemed interested; some of the people she’d interviewed beforehand had been…well, ‘dull’ would have been an understatement. The department needed drive and passion if it was to establish itself properly, and someone who couldn’t believe in its ideals or else at least find common goals was dead-weight and useless to her.

Well, we suppose that explains why you’ve not gone instead to the Bharani Library,” she noted, the smile widening slightly. “The Seekers are always hungry for the literary types; maintaining our archives is a never-ending task, after all, and with the adventurers’ arm of that august organisation bringing in fresh materials…” she tailed off, still pensively watching the Charoda, eyes idly entranced by the quivering shiver of the tentacles bunched close around her face.

Which is not to say I don’t appreciate your application to work for us; quite the reverse, in fact,” Alses added, slightly later than was perhaps intended or politic, her attention caught by those tentacles. They really were faintly hypnotic in their continual movement, the way they caught the light shifting and changing from tick to tick.

Your languages…” A close examination of Una’s seaspray aura revealed nothing but the shimmering serenity of truth; the woman really was as much of a polyglot as she claimed, at least from an aurist’s insight. “They're impressive, and could indeed be useful, although we do have relatively limited foreign contact at present.

Even though that was the case, Alses was keen to expand her own linguistic repertoire, not least because of the substantial Charoda minority working at Port Tranquil and the importance of the Inarta and their Wind Eagles in the city’s wider dealings. “Nari is going to be critical, in any case; Lhavit relies on our Inartan friends and their great Wind Eagles a good deal, for – oh, all sorts of things, but we’d find good use for your other tongues, of that we’re sure.

Alses leaned back in her chair and steepled her fingers, gazing pensively over at Una, perched nervously opposite. Her fine senses caught the mustard-yellow wash of chagrin and worry as the girl finished speaking – perhaps she was worried about having overstepped her bounds, being over-familiar, blowing her own trumpet too much.

Happily, Alses didn’t mind; the more information, the better. Her policy, formulated very early in the years since her Fall from the Goldenlands, had always been that every problem was surmountable and explicable, if only sufficient information could be gathered and skill applied: having people provide extra, supporting facts was something she approved of wholeheartedly.

You say you’re a Spiritist? Hmm. Could be useful; our relationship with Lhavit’s resident practitioner isn’t all it could be…How skilled would you say you are? This is no time for false modesty; a frank assessment, if you please.” A split-second pause, and then an almost off-hand addition: “I take it you’ve already been recorded by the Registry Office?

Alses made a few rapid notes on her parchment as replies washed over her, the bright white feather glowing brilliantly as it danced through the air, and then did a swift double-take, of sorts, a quick scan and rescan of Una’s features, as though a new thought had just occurred to her.

It hadn’t; Alses was working through a mental list, of sorts, methodically ticking and crossing boxes even as she wrote the details down in front of her, flowing from section to section inside her head with easy grace. “Now, whilst we’re at it…” her quill once more danced an elegant pavane across a small sheet of paper for a few ticks, Alses’ face the blank mask of someone whose concentration was entirely elsewhere. She was glyphing, forcing the djed of the world to kink and bend and conform to her will, a djedic mirror for a specific concept. It was one thing to claim familiarity with magic and quite another to actually have it, after all, and whilst her auristics was her main method of assessing such things, it never hurt to have a backup, just in case there was some way to confuse even a master.

Could you please tell me what this says?” It was Alses’ standard glyph for these sorts of situations, born out of her own research; to anyone acquainted with the intricacies of djed, even if they couldn’t glyph themselves, it would instantly leap out as the phrase ‘High Noon’. To anyone without the understanding of djed and its place in the world, though, it would be nothing but meaningless strokes on the page.

Apropos of nothing very much,” Alses added, as though it were of no great import: “How long have you been in Lhavit?
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Postby Una Tanta on August 15th, 2014, 2:54 am

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Una was unnerved by the stillness of the Ethaefal and could feel her typical confidence waning. A practiced story teller Una was used to presenting before dozens of people and yet the celestial being before her had the uncanny ability to throw her. Make her wonder at what she was thinking, and more importantly...make her care. Perhaps it wasn't Alses, perhaps it was Sousa Dawn's proposal that had her so unnerved. Though she wasn't lying to the woman before her she certainly wasn't telling the whole truth. She wanted the job, for the job itself, but also for the perks promised to her by the head of the tower.

The woman before her was the catalyst that would command the magic that permeated every essence of the city, and was its most powerful and beautiful commodity. If anyone had the power of the stars in their hands it was the woman before her and with the power of the stars in her hands, she would be a powerful asset in Unas insatiable thirst for tales and knowledge.

“Well, we suppose that explains why you’ve not gone instead to the Bharani Library,” she noted, the smile widening slightly. “The Seekers are always hungry for the literary types; maintaining our archives is a never-ending task, after all, and with the adventurers’ arm of that august organization bringing in fresh materials…”

Tentacles loosening and whirling about her neck and along the top of hr breasts with excitement Una ran her eyes over the glistening glowing horns of the Eth. Her hair lay upon her body as pristine and perfect as if it had been expertly arranged for this very meeting. Every piece of fabric was perfectly in place, as was the enormous sheafs of paper that weighted down her desk.

"I would have loved to work in the Bharani Library I admit, acquiring knowledge is a noble and challenging goal. But acquiring blatant information and study is not as proactive as I would like to be. For knowledge without the knowledge of HOW to use it is useless."

“Which is not to say I don’t appreciate your application to work for us; quite the reverse, in fact,” Alses added, a sentence that brought a smile to Unas face exposing the sharp classic Charodae teeth.

"Thank you."

“Your languages...They're impressive, and could indeed be useful, although we do have relatively limited foreign contact at present.” Una nodded as a reply. Foreign contact beyond those trained to conduct trade was difficult not least due to the distance or remnants of the Djed storm.

“Nari is going to be critical, in any case; Lhavit relies on our Inartan friends and their great Wind Eagles a good deal, for – oh, all sorts of things, but we’d find good use for your other tongues, of that we’re sure.” Assuming the We meant the department Una did not yet tune into the odd language used by the Ethaefal.

"Vani and Char are actually very similar languages in structure as both are highly emotive and vocabulary that is highly isolated from other languages making it highly specialized to its environment. Languages like your Common and Nari are far more difficult to broach as they are far more technical and more heavily influenced by other languages, and thus adapt far faster." She excused shyly, careful not to appear a braggart, nor over promise her ability to quickly learn the Nari language.

“You say you’re a Spiritist? Hmm. Could be useful; our relationship with Lhavit’s resident practitioner isn’t all it could be…How skilled would you say you are? This is no time for false modesty; a frank assessment, if you please.”

The reminder for honesty was unnecessary as the Charoda was religiously truthful if she could be. Acquiring knowledge was more important than honesty but without honesty knowledge became primarily a power play. As she thought this the overwhelming feeling of guilt followed as she remembered once again Sousa Dawn. Was that what she was doing? Allowing knowledge to be used in a game of power play? Fortunately, Alses next question distracted the Charoda's conflicted thoughts.

“I take it you’ve already been recorded by the Registry Office?”

"Oh. No. I have only just arrived in Lhavit and have been staying on the docks with the sailors with whom I came. I have not as of yet had the chance to register anywhere or even find a permanent residence. My first order of business was of course to witness the immense knowledge Lhavit has gathered." She was shocked and confused by the question, not realizing she had to register or be recorded anywhere but showing her lack of understanding or research would hardly lend itself to being hired.

Having been trained in a community where the only Spiritist known was that of her mentor and having had no such experiences since Una had little with which to describe her ability and settled with a truthful but non committal answer.

"There is none in Avanthal but for my mentor who could surpass my skills, that being said there was simply no other with which to compete. Thus, I have very little with which to explain my competency." She finished her aura tightening as she focused carefully on each word.

The rapid notes scrawled by the woman made Una gulp and restrain the urge to peer over the wide desk. What did she think? Was she qualified? Would Sousa Dawn have approached her if she wasn't qualified? What did she want from the Councillor anyway? The white feather moved in large circles making Una smile despite herself. Though Lhavit primarily used brushes it was a technique and style she had no interest in and was glad to see her potential boss had the same attraction to quills.

I “Now, whilst we’re at it…Could you please tell me what this says?” Turning the page toward her Una leaned over the paper assuming it would be a small passage in either Vani or Char to assess her abilities. However, the flowing swirling curve of a letter was completely foreign to her. Squinting her eyes she peered at it tilting her head blankly. Suddenly the wrinkled Djed from the pit of her stomach flung open after lack of use and revealed the word. "

High Noon?" She asked uncertain of herself. Though she knew the answer she didn't know HOW she knew the answer and that was potentially the most annoying of emotions. All she knew was it had used the magic within her to decipher.

"What is it?" She asked despite herself. Showing a lack of knowledge she assumed was ill advised in an interview. Though having never had one before one may assume that showing an ability to admit a lack of knowledge could also be advisable...she pondered the decision once she had made it. Her curiosity and desire was far stronger than logic.

“Apropos of nothing very much, How long have you been in Lhavit?”

"Only a few days Councillor." Una replied, "The city is still very much a mystery to me. Though I look forward to exploring its extensive lengths."

The interview seemed to be going well by Unas guesstimation but she herself was curious about some of the things that would be required of her.

"If you have no other questions, may I ask some of you?" She inquired tentatively.



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Postby Alses on August 16th, 2014, 1:35 pm

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Alses gave a little half-shrug. “We'll have time to learn,” she replied soothingly, having listened carefully. She owed her interviewees that, at least. “The Inarta who visit us as part of the trade missions tend to understand Common perfectly well. That said, we want to do them the courtesy of dealing with them in their own language when we can; they're important to the city and people the world over always like to see others making an effort for them. I'd be a fool indeed if I didn't take the time to learn a little more about our key trading partners.

Alses cocked her head at Una's unusual living arrangements. “Is that so?” she murmured, eyes dancing and brain working quickly even as she kept the flow of the conversation going, the subtle little continuation that eroded nervousness and guards over time. “Perhaps you should pay a visit to the Cosmos Centre – regardless of the outcome of our little interview. They'll be able to sort you out with suitable accommodation in the city and they'll direct you to the Wizard's Registry. The Shinya guards should have told you to go there when you first came to Lhavit, actually, but we suppose that's neither here nor there.” She smiled, but there was a subtle note of warning in her voice as she continued: “It's the law in our fair city that all mages should be registered as soon as they arrive, really. It's a necessary safeguard, you see – we have so many djed-aware people in the city that overgiving is a constant spectre, and if the Shinya know what they're up against in the sad event, then they can prepare well and we can save as many lives as possible and limit the destruction.

She hemmed in dissatisfaction at Una's carefully noncommittal answer about her own skills, idly drumming her fingers on the polished surface of her desk as she regarded the Charoda opposite. “Well, we suppose the main thing is that you know some magic,” she decided, at length, making another note on the papers in front of her. “How do you feel about learning some more?” she asked, then, reasonably sure of the answer in any case but simply making sure. “Nothing too dangerous; some world magic, perhaps?

A split-tick pause, and then Alses felt a fond smile tug at the corners of her lips as Una's reading of the glyph issued forth, quickly followed by the impression of her thirst for knowledge, thrusting itself to the fore of her oceanic aura, a phantom suction with almost physical force, tinting the air the rich burgundy of desire even though the actual feeling was far more cerebral in origin than the more usual causes.

You're quite correct. Well done – and it's a glyph,” Alses replied, equably enough, indulgent. She remembered, after all, being a wide-eyed novice not all that long ago, and magic was endlessly fascinating. No amount of expertise or familiarity could ever take that wonder away, not entirely, and it was something Alses clung tightly to, delighting in the magic-soaked world she moved through. “Useful discipline, Glyphing, if a little overlooked these days. Back before the Valterrian, it was the arcane equivalent of writing; almost every wizard had a little skill with it. Now, though...it's a rare mage who does.” Alses pulled a dissatisfied face for a moment.

Probably because it doesn't let you incinerate your foes or drop them through holes in the world – at least, not directly,” she added, before schooling her face back to neutrality and moving on. “As you'll have noticed, you understood what it said and – more importantly - what it meant straight away. It wouldn't have mattered if you didn't speak a word of Common – you'd still have understood what I wrote; it's a very useful communication tool between wizards because of that. No messing around with words that could be misinterpreted, no worrying about the language barrier. Just pure meaning, pressed straight into your head. The only prerequisite is understanding what djed actually is. If you didn't have that knowledge, then the glyph I had you read would have been so much gibberish.” She smiled slightly. “A little security against the uninitiated reading one's messages.

Alses gestured aimlessly, as though trying to catch thoughts out of the air. “It has other uses, too, of course – you'll find bits of the discipline have made their way into most world magic, as protection or containment mechanisms, and if you're skilled with it, you can trap magic and turn it aside or store it for later. We could give you all our skill in auristics and let you see the world drenched in colour and light for a time, for instance, if we wanted to – and if it wouldn't drive you mad, in all probability.

Surprise flashed over Alses' features for just a tick or two at Una's request, before she agreed gracefully enough, intrigued as to what the Charoda would ask of her. Perhaps something about special arrangements for her aquatic needs, or maybe something else entirely.

We're sure I'll have more things to ask you,” her reply began, “But by all means ask your questions. We like to encourage an inquiring mind. What would you like to know?
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Day of Duty [Alses]

Postby Una Tanta on August 21st, 2014, 9:18 pm

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“The Inarta who visit us as part of the trade missions tend to understand Common perfectly well. That said, we want to do them the courtesy of dealing with them in their own language when we can; they're important to the city and people the world over always like to see others making an effort for them. I'd be a fool indeed if I didn't take the time to learn a little more about our key trading partners.”

"Truuue...while that is potentially the most polite arrangement if," Una was about to say you when she realized that might be taken too personally and replaced it with the word, "one were talking about sensitive information one might find using a language both parties are equally familiar with to be more valuable..." She bit her lip as she thought on the spot, following her own logic as she progressed.

"A party is more forgiving of misunderstandings if they themselves can sympathize with its inception, such as a misunderstanding due to a language barrier. Furthermore, the Nari language is incredibly difficult for one to speak with even limited success and I'm sure that people in positions such as yours would find it in their best interests to focus their limited time elsewhere and use an interpreter fluent in the language and have only learned a few choice phrases such as 'thank you' to show their loyalty to their trading partners..." Though Una had no experience with such things she felt her logic made sense and hoped the Councillor would interpret it as a show of her skill in linguistics instead of insubordination.

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The radiant inhuman form before her tilted her head in so human and uncharacteristic a way that Una felt the small pass of a shiver over her shoulders as her horns gleaned in the sunlight. There was no mistaking the beauty or power of the woman before her, though as of yet Una could not truly understand the level of power Alses held over the city. As she would begin to grow and learn about the city, perhaps she would one day realize truly how much her position challenged the old authority. In the mean time she was none the less impressed by her regal movement and authority.

“Is that so? Perhaps you should pay a visit to the Cosmos Centre – regardless of the outcome of our little interview. They'll be able to sort you out with suitable accommodation in the city and they'll direct you to the Wizard's Registry. The Shinya guards should have told you to go there when you first came to Lhavit, actually, but we suppose that's neither here nor there.” Her smile was as stoic and warm as Syna's rays in the dead of winter glimmering off the snow and dazzling Una's sensitive eyes.

Careful, not wanting to get the guards in trouble she quickly rushed to their defense, "In their defense there were many people dismounting from the boat and much cargo to catalog. I imagine they were quite busy as it was and with so many Charodae in the dock I am sure I blended in far too much for them to worry themselves over me." While she had felt at home among the greys, greens and blues of the Charoda on the dock there was no doubt she had not blended in, despite her own belief she had. Her opalescent white was stark against any of the Charoda on the dock. However, it was indeed true, in both her tale and in fact that the Shinya had been busy searching the belongings of the ship. Though it was beyond Una's understanding of Wind Reach it was infamous for the various drugs many sailors smuggled into other cities to couch their coin purses and searches frequently went on on ships docking from Wind Reach.

“It's the law in our fair city that all mages should be registered as soon as they arrive, really. It's a necessary safeguard, you see – we have so many djed-aware people in the city that overgiving is a constant spectre, and if the Shinya know what they're up against in the sad event, then they can prepare well and we can save as many lives as possible and limit the destruction.” Overgiving? Una tilted her head but kept very silent. The note of warning in the Councillors voice could not be mistaken for anything else and she quickly nodded her head in acquiescence.

"Of course."

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“Well, we suppose the main thing is that you know some magic,” she finally responded to Unas' response. Was the silence one of dissatisfaction or was she merely thinking deeply on the fact and its many uses? Una wondered wishing to ask aloud but keeping herself checked. Her usual abounding curiosity must be stayed... she had decided ...if she questioned the Councillor too much they would stray from the original interview line and she worried she would be excused liked but having relayed very little.

“How do you feel about learning some more? Nothing too dangerous; some world magic, perhaps?”

Dangerous? World Magic? Unas aura would be spiraling chaotically as her curiosity expanded as quickly and tenaciously as the tentacles at her head dove along her shoulders twitching with the effort of retained questions.

"If it would aid me in serving you and the people of Lhavit, I would be amicable to the idea." She responded carefully, in truth she had little interest in magic but was more interested in the knowledge working for such a powerful individual would allow for and perhaps for the chance at engaging in public relations with Lhavits various trading partners. She had had little exposure to magic, beyond Spiritism she knew other magic existed but not of its uses or various forms. Perhaps some would allow her to garner more knowledge, if that was truth I would most certainly be interested.

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“You're quite correct. Well done – and it's a glyph. Useful discipline, Glyphing, if a little overlooked these days. Back before the Valterrian, it was the arcane equivalent of writing; almost every wizard had a little skill with it. Now, though...it's a rare mage who does.” Her dissatisfaction was evident and Una wished she knew some Glyphing with which to enamor the Councillor with but unfortunately she knew not what was it was let alone how to learn it and was left to merely nod her head agreeably. The idea of a magic equivalent to writing however intrigued the Charoda deeply. Would there be more untold stories and historical truths to be gleaned from learning such a language.

“Probably because it doesn't let you incinerate your foes or drop them through holes in the world – at least, not directly." Una couldn't help the widening of her eyes at the mention of the power of magic, Magic can do all that...holes in the world and... the gills along the side of her neck and face puffed out slightly as if the knowledge was as satisfying and life fulfilling as the air and water itself she satisfied her body upon.


“As you'll have noticed, you understood what it said and – more importantly - what it meant straight away. It wouldn't have mattered if you didn't speak a word of Common – you'd still have understood what I wrote; it's a very useful communication tool between wizards because of that. No messing around with words that could be misinterpreted, no worrying about the language barrier. Just pure meaning, pressed straight into your head. The only prerequisite is understanding what djed actually is. If you didn't have that knowledge, then the glyph I had you read would have been so much gibberish.”

Una grinned her head getting sore from the amount of nodding she did as the Councillor spoke. An entire language built from pure meaning? It was a writers dream. No fussing with confusing nouns and tenses. No learning the connotations and turns of phrase that each culture had borne.

Alses smiled the same disarming smile she had a few moments previous leaving Una a little stunned but far less anxious than when she had first entered the room. “A little security against the uninitiated reading one's messages.”However, if such a language was truly only a Mage's world the language would reveal only that which a Mage had experienced or wished to write about...that was, outside of a Lhavit, a very limited portion of the population.

“It has other uses, too, of course – you'll find bits of the discipline have made their way into most world magic, as protection or containment mechanisms, and if you're skilled with it, you can trap magic and turn it aside or store it for later. We could give you all our skill in auristics and let you see the world drenched in colour and light for a time, for instance, if we wanted to – and if it wouldn't drive you mad, in all probability.”

Like putting soulmist in a jar, one could put the very essence of Magic in one. Una thought, trying to make these broad concepts as relatable as possible while the intricacies of what was said in the next sentence washed over her ears in a murmur of words she couldn't understand the intricacies of.

“We're sure I'll have more things to ask you, But by all means ask your questions. We like to encourage an inquiring mind. What would you like to know?” She replied amicably enough making Una inwardly wince, she hadn't meant to interrupt the Councillor but was glad she had responded so well and revealed her appreciation for an inquiring mind.

"Well...the basics of the job of course. What would be required of me? What hours would I be expected to work and what days? Where would I be working directly and what would be my reimbursement? Beyond the basics, who would I be working with? Would I be paid while learning this magic you speak of and who would be teaching me and to what end?" She paused for a moment sewing her mouth shut, or so to speak. There were more than enough questions on the floor for the Councillor to answer without attacking the air with more.
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Day of Duty [Alses]

Postby Alses on August 27th, 2014, 12:20 am

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You shouldn't really presume,” Alses murmured, her voice liquidly dangerous for just a moment. Just as quickly as that perilously silken tone had manifested in her voice, though, it vanished as though it had never been, and she continued, admitting defeat – or, rather, the validity of Una's reasoning - gracefully:

But for now we'll concede you might have a point.” Even so, Alses wasn't about to concede entirely; she raised an admonishing finger with a wryly mischievous twist of her lips, adding: “We'll certainly have to settle for 'hallo', 'goodbye' and 'thank you', at least at first...But we're an Ethaefal; I've got an eternity to do whatever I jolly well like, provided we don't do something stupid and get ourselves killed. I can devote my admittedly-scant spare time over a century or so to learn a language, if I have to. I'd rather not, but one never knows; there might be a secret polyglot lurking somewhere inside me. Somewhere amongst the memories,” she added, more to herself than to Una, eyes going distant for a moment as the choir of conflicting voices swelled inside her head and then subsided.

She shook her head for good measure, to clear any lingering thoughts, and refocused resolutely on the matters at hand.

Your defence of the Shinya is admirable,” Alses said with a smile that showed perhaps a few too many teeth. “However, with all submission, it's their job and indeed their duty to catch, if I can use that expression, anyone coming into the city. Indeed, it could one day be vital, should the worst come to pass.” Lips pursed, Alses absently drummed her fingers on the desk once more as she thought, an unconscious action.

If you managed to slip through their dragnet – your similarity to the harbour Charodae notwithstanding; the Shinya have a good relationship with the Charoda Master of the Port, or so we've been told – then that tells us we have a worrying security hole. Perhaps the guards at the docks are growing lax in their duties – although we admit that's highly unlikely; they're an order who take their oaths and vows very seriously – or maybe the Ascendant needs to think about how many Shinya he assigns to manage the ships when they come in.

She made a brief note, and then made a mental note to have a courier run it over to the Pavilion later on; it wasn't strictly speaking any of her department's business what the Shinya got up to, save when that overlapped with the need to consult the records of the Registry, but Alses was nonetheless sure that a courteous little note to the man might be valuable. But – interesting though that was, and potentially useful in getting her a little credit with the Shinya – it wasn't her primary focus at the moment.

None of that need concern you, though – just be sure to pop over to the Registry afterwards and everything will be – as a friend of mine says – shiny.” Alses changed the subject, then; her voice became much lighter, rising from the depths to the safer shallows. “A smattering more magic will help you and me; I was thinking Glyphing. We'll probably have to teach you that one ourselves; it's a rare skill, even in Lhavit – I don't know anyone else who has a reasonable understanding of the discipline. It's not going to be a problem, though; we can always do with more practice.

Alses sat back comfortably in her ornate chair as Una rattled off her list of questions, letting the tide of words and the hypnotic dance of those tentacles – forever waving curiously in the air, twirling and twining amorously around one another in an eternal waltz – wash over her.

What would be required of you?” Alses looked absently skywards, ticking off the points on a glittering hand as she ran through the salient points of the list.

Mostly doing what I tell you to, if truth be told; it's that sort of job,” she admitted, with a wry smile. She'd been in the position of general dogsbody herself, not all that long ago, and she knew just how tiring it could be at times, especially if people didn't seem to realise the effort their idle requests often required.

In general, though, you'll be occupied with paperwork. Helping to filter through the mass of it that comes to me every day, helping to figure out what's important enough for me to see and what can be sent to someone else in the department. You'd also be something of a gatekeeper; people are allowed – encouraged – to come and see us here in the Department, but if it's a problem that could more easily be dealt with by someone else, you'd be involved in redirecting them – and using your skill and judgement in that task. What else...oh, yes, helping to keep me organized and on track, along with Mercadier.

He's my...deputy, I suppose you'd call him,” she explained, cutting off any confusion. “You've met him already, albeit briefly – he escorted you in here. You'd mostly be working directly for me, though – especially since the city won't pay for you – but he might pass along instructions and so forth from time to time.

Alses pursed her lips, thinking, a perfect crease of cogitation furrowing her brow. “I think that's about all...but since you've got some facility with languages, we might ask you along to various meetings, in an interpretive capacity. I do hope that doesn't sound like too onerous a workload,” she added, a light twinkle glimmering in her eyes.

Now, the bells I'd like you to work are a little unusual, it has to be said. We're an Ethaefal, and so Lhavit indulges us – I don't live to the same bell system as the rest of the city. We prefer to follow a heliocentric rhythm; we rise with the dawn and sleep with the dusk, and so your work bells would be most of the day, with all the night your own. We do still follow the city's system of rest and workdays, though, and of course you'll have the Festival days off, like everyone else.” That shining smile beamed out once again, brightening the world. “Happily, we've quite a few of those; they're a nice opportunity to cut loose.” The glitter of her grin remained, even as the smile shrank whilst Alses turned her attention to more serious matters once more: the matters of remuneration.

As for how much we'll pay you...how much do you think you're worth?

A split-tick pause, just enough for Alses to see – and take guilty pleasure in – the swell of confused and conflicting colours and sounds in Una's churning aura. “In all seriousness, we'll pay you five kina a day, at least to start with, whilst we evaluate your-” she almost went for 'usefulness', but at the last tick plumped instead for “-performance.” It sounded better, somehow, less harsh and less judgmental, even if only by a little.

She waved one idle hand at the scene behind Una. “You'd be working either in here – if we needed you to do something for us – or just in the antechamber, out there. There's a desk, storage, all the various facilities you mortals seem to need; feel free to take another look later, if you like.
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