12th Bell, 45 chimes
Levi was dumbfounded at how Naya even figured out where this spiritist was as she led him on. For all of Lhavit's beauty, it was a complicated city to traverse with all its different tiers on top of different peaks. The walk was definitely worth it though in great art due to the neverendingly amazing skyglass structures he saw. Yet somehow by Naya's guidance he had managed to make it all the way from Zintia where their apartment was to the skyglass bridge to Sartu he was on now. It was a wonder to see the skyglass all around, his eye spying out the detailed carvings on the walls. For a while Levi stood before him, eyes tracing over them. Even Naya stood quietly beside him, looking at the wall's master craftsmanship. A tale was told with them, one of the most important there was upon Mizahar: the Valterrian, a story that he and everyone knew of and was affected by, yet one of the most mysterious too. But for the visitor, it was the second story he saw that interested him more.
Levi saw the ancient mountains of Suva in catastrophic turmoil as the land itself was reshaped by Ivak's wrath. He saw the people's plight and cry for help to Syna and Leth. He saw the answer of the gods, two celestial beings sent to guide these people. On these peaks the people found a fallen goddess, a goddess of the stars who was hurt in the strife of the Valterrian, Zintia. From her Lhavit was granted the gift of skyglass that he saw today. Yet another goddess gave them a gift, one that he remembered very distinctly from yesterday. The Okomo, gift from the goddess of the wilderness herself, no wonder the Lhavitians revered them so much from what he heard seeing that the Okomo had been with them since the very beginning of their city. Levi quietly observed the carvings as he walked, watching the craved images continue on as Lhavit grew, lead by the two Ethaeful until it became the city that it was today.
Thankfully Morwen's gift was not as harsh as it was the prior day, though he still pulled his scarf tighter as he came out of the bridge onto Sartu Peak, the peaking sun's light causing the skyglass buildings to glimmer. As he walked through the street, he noticed something. No matter where he had been whichever peak it was, the streets of Lhavit had been strangely quiet and Sartu was no different. Only a few were seen walking down the streets. Even when the two reached where the shops were, not a single one seemed alive with activity contrary to what Levi expected. He looked down at Naya, "They have midday breaks too? That seems... odd." The ghost formed herself into the shape of the familiar sister and nodded, "I think it's neat. You can take naps and don't need to waste the night. I mean I can still see a lot of people at the night! I like that... it was lonely at night sometimes..." The spiritist could not but feel sad for her. She would go through the nights by herself when he slept, alone and only to wander for that was all she could do. "I'm sure you'll have fun in this city, you won't be too lonely I think. But did you notice how the people reacted to you? Remember what I've been telling you about how people are with ghosts?"
Naya nodded, "Yup I know, you tell me that everywhere we go! They're a little scared, but not all of them. Some of them are more scared than others I think though, those were the ones who were whispering about this Rosta person. I think those people may not like ghosts." She frowned, crossing her arms as she flickered more, sadness tinging her echoing voice. The ghost's existence was that of solitude, it was something Levi knew well. It was something he was both taught by his mother and saw for himself. Though people knew what ghosts are, no place would ever accept them the same way Black Rock would. There would always be those who were afraid, afraid of what was different from them even if they did know that ghosts were souls, souls like themselves. Knowing and truly believing were two very different things.
Levi nodded, smiling reassuringly and patted her head. The cold seeping through did not bother him at all. "It's alright, that's how people are everywhere. But you have me here no matter what." Naya looked at Levi, unnaturally green eyes bright, and nodded now looking happier and less flickery. "Yeah! I've got you big brother!" She hugged him around the waist. Levi smiled and held her shoulder. "No matter what indeed... Now, how about we get to that spiritist?"
With a nod Naya dissipated back into white soulmist and floated forwards, her voice reverbrating after Levi, "Just follow me! It's in an apartment somewhere here I think, but you can definitely feel the soulmist from it!" The spiritist followed followed after the ghost's wispy shape. She would have to regather some of her soulmist to take such form again for a while. It was an unusual matter to Levi of how Naya had not grown more powerful these past two years. It was strange indeed, but now was not the time to think of that as Naya had suddenly stopped in front of an apartment. Her voice resounded faintly, "It's in here big brother..."
Levi stood beside her and looked up at the apartment. He nodded to the ghost and opened a door into the apartment. He saw a short hallway before him, as he expected from a typical apartment, but at the very end of the hallway there was one door that seemed different. The spiritist walked closer and with each closer step he saw the door was carved in a strange design he had never seen before. The only way he could describe it was that it was wild and foreign as though it belonged to some kind of warrior tribe. Was that what it was? Tribal design? He would not have known not matter how much he thought of it. He pushed the door open and was immediately assaulted by the barrage of herbal scents, strong and bitter, sweet and sickly. Levi was a spiritist, not a herbalist, but one thing was clear as he crinkled his nose: these smelled very strong much to his dislike. The room before was in a terrible state of disarray and clutter, various kinds of scrap and items sprawled all over the dark room. Levi carefully walked in, Naya's mist form close behind him, as he narrowly ducked his head out of the way a hanging strand of grimy crystals, sidestepped away from a maliciously glowing statue on the floor, and elaborately with careful manoeuvring made his way through the room populated with junk and dark silhouettes. Naya easily hovered over and through the clutter as Levi valiantly made his way through the jungle of messiness, seeming to be fixated at a strange altar, dull light flickering from its candles onto the grim altar of leather and bone, grimy and dark as the room it was in. Levi thought himself out of the clutter as he gave a great whew, only for his foot to catch on a stone block. And so the valiant spiritist came down at the end of his valiant trek with a great trip and fall. Before he crashed onto the floor he put his arms out in front, catching his fall, but he still ended up face down in front of a dark wooden desk. A mocking voice came from above him, "Tripping and prostrating yourself before me. Now that's a first even for me."
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by Levi Remilian on December 6th, 2015, 3:08 am 
