Full Circle Date: 92nd of Winter, 510 AV Location: Sylira Coast, a few miles northeast of Sunberth A crown of dirty blonde hair broke the water's surface, soon followed by the weary face of Arianni D'Sorn, Konti voider and daughter of Avalone. Her features were gaunt and haggard, her once shiny scales having lost much of their luster - so unlike the healthy young Konti woman she had been when she first arrived in the mainland two seasons ago. In one hand she held a rather large fish, the creature unmoving and did not struggle in her grasp. In her other hand was one of her suvai, the cause of the fish's immobility, the weapon's poison paralyzing it without outright killing it. Catching the fish had been a difficult ordeal for the frail Konti. Despite being able to breath underwater, Ariani wasn't exactly a very good swimmer and it took her the greater part of an hour chasing the fish before she got close enough to nick it with the point of her small blade. After that it was just a matter of waiting it out until the paralysis set in. The effort of it was still exhausting for her however, and she just floated unmoving on the surface, allowing the waves to carry her back to shore. Taking in huge gulps of seawater and absorbing the air in them before expelling the oxygen-deprived fluids through the gills on the side of her neck, the Konti thought about how she got in her current situation. Ever since her daring (in her opinion at least) escape from Braga's brothel, Arianni had been living in a cave along the coast. Set in a cliff facing the ocean, her makeshift shelter provided her excellent protection from the prying eyes of humans, for the cave entrance was flooded and hidden from view when the tide was high. Inside was a ledge high enough that the water never reached it, and this was where she left her things - her clothes, books, writing materials and other implements. The interior had a natural chimney as well, thus she was able to light fires to keep herself warm without choking from the smoke. Of course that was when she learned how to use her tinderbox and she only lit fires at night ever now since a couple of curious humans happened upon the smoke wafting out of the crack in the ground. The rigors of living in the wilds had taken its toll on the delicate Konti, and she had become thinner, though she did develop a little muscle from the numerous physical activities she had to do regularly in order to survive. Every day, Arianni would go out in the morning to catch fish - three big ones if she could manage, though she usually only managed two, and she felt that this was only due to her constant prayers to Laviku to provide her with his bounty that she was able to catch any at all. She would leave her catch inside her cave, in a shallow depression filled with water to keep them fresh for she ate her meals raw. Sometimes, if she was lucky, she would be able to bring crabs or lobsters though they were more difficult to keep in one place than the fish and she usually had to tear off their legs and pincers to keep them from skittering away. By mid-afternoons, when the heat of the sun was not as scorching, she would scour the beach for dried driftwood or fallen coconuts as fuel for her nightly fires. And then at night she would content herself to write in her journal or fill the cave with glyphs in order to contain the magical arts she would practice. These activities kept Arianni sane, though lately she felt herself slipping more and more into loneliness and depression that she had started conversing with the fish she caught as if they could understand her just to remember the sound of her own voice and the use of her own language. She had also began to wonder if she was destined to live the rest of her life in such a state, if she would ever see her mother and her homeland ever again. She could not leave, for she knew not where to go and even if she did, she had already seen how dangerous the wide world could be. And so she lived her life in seclusion, living it day by day, her only constant companion was the voice in her head and that one only talked to her when she was lost in the ecstasy of her magic. There was one time when Arianni actually tried to divine her own fate. She had created another depression on the floor inside her cave by opening a circular portal to the void halfway into the ground so that the stone was sucked into that dark space and she was left with a perfect bowl-shaped indentation. Not having any divining fluid to use, she filled it with sea water instead, hoping that, as the domain of Laviku and him being the consort of Avalis, it would serve as a conduit for what she had in mind. She waited until the water's surface had stilled into a perfect reflective surface - like glass - before she focused on the power of her god-given mark, concentrating on the water's smooth surface for a vision or any sort of sign. There was nothing but her own gaunt features looking up at her. Disappointed, Arianni almost gave up, knowing that her skill in the telling of fortunes, even just her own, left much to be desired. She was about to dip her finger in the water in order to break its connection with her gnosis when she saw her face transform. First, her mismatched eyes turned sapphire and her thin face became healthy, her expression confident and sure. And yet it was not her own face she was looking at, but another Konti's - one very familiar to her. Satu! It was indeed her friend, the suvai fighter who taught her the use of the weapons gifted to her by her mother. The sight of the other Konti brought a smile to Arianni's lips for she missed her friend dearly. And yet...why was she being shown a vision of Satu when she had left Mura many years before, together with Arianni's own cousin, Kamalia? She had never heard from them since. And yet here she was, staring right up at Arianni. What did it mean? Was she supposed to look for Satu? Every day since, Arianni did the same thing over and over, looking into the stilled water for another sign. And yet all she saw was Satu's face, the same confident and benevolent - and, Arianni imagined, loving - expression looking up at her. She never stopped her attempts at divination, hoping to find some sort of meaning behind it. As she neared the shore now, walking naked and allowing the tide to propel her forward, with one hand wielding a suvai and the other holding a statue-like fish, Arianni prayed there would be something new in her fortune-telling. But as she gazed up to the beach, she suddenly realized what her vision meant. And her heart lifted up in joy. |