After the First Snows...
For many nights, the Seer had quietly reclused herself, contemplating the star she held in her hands, and the map it traced in the heavens. For with the eve of such a troubling revelation, and the proximity of the Syzygy, the ordinarily calm woman couldn't help but admit to an immense amount of internal discord.
The water of the as of yet unfrozen pond that she sat near rippled with an unfelt breeze, and her crimson eyes watched as figures danced in lethal conflict in her reflection. Flesh and bone intertwining and tearing. Gleaming teeth sinking deep and feeling the heat of lifeblood flood its banks. A slender shape twisting and coiling- whirling over and over. Crooked spokes lancing through the latter and forcing it to be still.
Something cold, soothing, pressed against the back of her hooded head, and the Seer shuddered instinctively as she felt the silent coo of the Dove weigh down her emotions, and still the pond again. Seluria took a slow, deep breath, and then just as slowly exhaled, her hands trembling. A ripple cascading over the pond again as a single drop struck it's surface. Finally, it cleared.
There were others. And they were in danger.
She wasn't alone. She could help them.
She had allies who would assist her.
She wasn't alone.
Quiet as the morning mist, she rose, and glided away from the water, her steps light against the frozen stone path as she wandered through the Monastery. But now, it was with purpose, rather than conflicted emotion. Ignoring the sense of cold that seemed to ride her coat-tails, the Seer paused by the notice board, taking a piece of blank parchment and the waiting quill and inkwell to write a request:
To the Knights of Anathaeum,
I seek assistance in a matter that is both personal and of grave importance to us as a whole. Recently, Syr Josai and I were able to contact one of the Trinimorro during a previous mission, and in our conversation, we came to learn that there is a child in danger from the Cult of the Everwatcher, guarded by several others of my own people.
We are in need of assistance to ensure that we retrieve them before they can come to harm. Those willing to lend their hands and hearts to such an endeavor would be greatly appreciated. Be aware, however, we will be travelling by night, rather than day, as our method to find them requires starlight.
Meet me in the central hall, should you wish to take upon this mission with us. We will organize ourselves and head out as soon as able.
Signed,
- Syr Seluria Estel'Narqua
And with that, the Seer quietly tacked up the notice, and headed indoors.
"One step forward, or in this case, deeper, and we nearly trip into a well's worth of trouble, don't we?" she murmurs.
(( Josai Toska since you were both interested <3
For many nights, the Seer had quietly reclused herself, contemplating the star she held in her hands, and the map it traced in the heavens. For with the eve of such a troubling revelation, and the proximity of the Syzygy, the ordinarily calm woman couldn't help but admit to an immense amount of internal discord.
The water of the as of yet unfrozen pond that she sat near rippled with an unfelt breeze, and her crimson eyes watched as figures danced in lethal conflict in her reflection. Flesh and bone intertwining and tearing. Gleaming teeth sinking deep and feeling the heat of lifeblood flood its banks. A slender shape twisting and coiling- whirling over and over. Crooked spokes lancing through the latter and forcing it to be still.
Something cold, soothing, pressed against the back of her hooded head, and the Seer shuddered instinctively as she felt the silent coo of the Dove weigh down her emotions, and still the pond again. Seluria took a slow, deep breath, and then just as slowly exhaled, her hands trembling. A ripple cascading over the pond again as a single drop struck it's surface. Finally, it cleared.
There were others. And they were in danger.
She wasn't alone. She could help them.
She had allies who would assist her.
She wasn't alone.
Quiet as the morning mist, she rose, and glided away from the water, her steps light against the frozen stone path as she wandered through the Monastery. But now, it was with purpose, rather than conflicted emotion. Ignoring the sense of cold that seemed to ride her coat-tails, the Seer paused by the notice board, taking a piece of blank parchment and the waiting quill and inkwell to write a request:
To the Knights of Anathaeum,
I seek assistance in a matter that is both personal and of grave importance to us as a whole. Recently, Syr Josai and I were able to contact one of the Trinimorro during a previous mission, and in our conversation, we came to learn that there is a child in danger from the Cult of the Everwatcher, guarded by several others of my own people.
We are in need of assistance to ensure that we retrieve them before they can come to harm. Those willing to lend their hands and hearts to such an endeavor would be greatly appreciated. Be aware, however, we will be travelling by night, rather than day, as our method to find them requires starlight.
Meet me in the central hall, should you wish to take upon this mission with us. We will organize ourselves and head out as soon as able.
Signed,
- Syr Seluria Estel'Narqua
And with that, the Seer quietly tacked up the notice, and headed indoors.
* * *
Tucked away to one side of the large mess hall at a table, Seluria had set up a pot and cups for those who wished for something to warm themselves after the bite of the cold nights had settled in. Beside these, warm by proximity, were several pastries and other lighter foods for those who had yet to have breakfast. She herself was partaking in one already, and the gem on her mask glinted slightly as she glanced up, noting someone approaching. A tired smile graces her features.
"One step forward, or in this case, deeper, and we nearly trip into a well's worth of trouble, don't we?" she murmurs.
(( Josai Toska since you were both interested <3
