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thefeywood2021-01-21 10:21 pm
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Too far ahead got behind me
[ It had been necessary to leave. That's what she tells herself--tells the others. Truly an interloper under these boughs, curious and questioning those who took refuge from the light in the shadows cast about them. Though she could not see it as the others might, she could feel the light keenly, making the relative dimness of Rak'tika preferable on that matter alone.
Yet it was in seeking refuge from that light that Y'shtola took command of this community she had slowly been familiarizing herself with. Sin Eater encounters were a way of life for all on the First, but the devastation it wrought on the Night's Blessed home left them little choice but to leave. Elders slain, the threat of becoming such a monster themselves, it was with her budding command over ice magics that she kept the flames at bay. But it was not enough.
It never felt like enough. Though she was not one to express even her darkest fears when faced with tragedy, she could feel it all around her.
They could not stay.
So they left.
She asked for the Night's Blessed top place their trust in an outsider for a moment longer as she departed what was left of the old headquarters. Her mental map of the Greatwood was far from perfected, but she could follow the leylines and dips in aether to find the most suitable location--a calm between the currents, protected in a circle of great tree trunks. Entrances and exits that could be easily patrolled, and in this zone between currents and from what she has observed, she believed the likelihood that the Night's Blessed would find themselves on a Sin Eater's path would be minimized.
it was suitable.
And so she stayed with the intent to study further, but she did not anticipate being sought for more advice, for further guidance--both of which she has in droves, being someone who finds it easy to tell others what to do--but Y'shtola had not planned on inserting herself thusly into this community. She meant to learn, she meant to observe.
But now she has to help them establish something new.
Several cavernous pits beneath the largest of the trees gave way to natural rooms of sorts. Doors would need to be fashioned but that was a comparably easy task given the various proficiencies of those who survived. What possessions that did not fall to the flames were being sorted in the largest of the rooms. Though not a single torch is lit room, Y'shtola runs her hands along the front of a leatherbound tome, letting her fingers dance on the carved letters as the aether of the air dips around and into them. ]
We are most fortunate that you survived...
[ ...She does not oft make it a habit to speak to inanitmate objects as it is a ridiculous thing to do given that they will not respond, but this tome was the oldest in their possession, writ with care over the last century.
Her ears suddenly flick upwards, hearing motion behind her. ]
Yet it was in seeking refuge from that light that Y'shtola took command of this community she had slowly been familiarizing herself with. Sin Eater encounters were a way of life for all on the First, but the devastation it wrought on the Night's Blessed home left them little choice but to leave. Elders slain, the threat of becoming such a monster themselves, it was with her budding command over ice magics that she kept the flames at bay. But it was not enough.
It never felt like enough. Though she was not one to express even her darkest fears when faced with tragedy, she could feel it all around her.
They could not stay.
So they left.
She asked for the Night's Blessed top place their trust in an outsider for a moment longer as she departed what was left of the old headquarters. Her mental map of the Greatwood was far from perfected, but she could follow the leylines and dips in aether to find the most suitable location--a calm between the currents, protected in a circle of great tree trunks. Entrances and exits that could be easily patrolled, and in this zone between currents and from what she has observed, she believed the likelihood that the Night's Blessed would find themselves on a Sin Eater's path would be minimized.
it was suitable.
And so she stayed with the intent to study further, but she did not anticipate being sought for more advice, for further guidance--both of which she has in droves, being someone who finds it easy to tell others what to do--but Y'shtola had not planned on inserting herself thusly into this community. She meant to learn, she meant to observe.
But now she has to help them establish something new.
Several cavernous pits beneath the largest of the trees gave way to natural rooms of sorts. Doors would need to be fashioned but that was a comparably easy task given the various proficiencies of those who survived. What possessions that did not fall to the flames were being sorted in the largest of the rooms. Though not a single torch is lit room, Y'shtola runs her hands along the front of a leatherbound tome, letting her fingers dance on the carved letters as the aether of the air dips around and into them. ]
We are most fortunate that you survived...
[ ...She does not oft make it a habit to speak to inanitmate objects as it is a ridiculous thing to do given that they will not respond, but this tome was the oldest in their possession, writ with care over the last century.
Her ears suddenly flick upwards, hearing motion behind her. ]
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Pardon the intrusion, Master Matoya.
[ The voice is one she's come to know rather well these past few days, though she may not yet know much about the man who it belongs to. She's heard it wary and reserved, raised in anguish over the bodies of the fallen Blessed, and now, more often than not, lowered in deference and respect.
Runar has never known what to make of the strangers that occasionally come to the Night's Blessed, mistrustful of their intentions for being there, but it had been the elders' decision to let the outsider remain among them. Though now that a good number of the elders had gone up in flames, along with Fort Gohn ... no small part of such decisions now lie with him. Truth be told, he still doesn't know what to make of her -- the enigmatic Master Matoya with her stream of seemingly endless questions about the forest that he often hardly knew how to answer.
He does know one thing for certain: she's been a friend to the Night's Blessed in their time of need. And for that ... well, for that, a little eccentricity can be overlooked. Runar clears his throat, quietly, and pointedly doesn't ask who she's speaking to in the dark, seguing instead to the original matter that brought him here in the first place. ]
... Have you made a decision about which room to claim as your own?
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An interesting, if fair question. The communal areas are, of course, the first priority, both within and without great roots.
Though they had and still do have her aid, Y'shtola knows that she is still an outsider. She is their guest. ]
Being the interloper, it would give reason that I should take up what is left.
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Perhaps that would be true, were you an ordinary interloper. [ He says, gently. ] But it would not be an understatement to say that we owe you our lives, Master Matoya. Offering you your choice of a place of rest seems the very least we could do to repay you.
[ He pauses, to gauge her for any reaction or protest, and then adds, with a near-painful amount of delicacy: ]
Pray, do not misunderstand -- this is not my decision alone. There is simply not a soul among the Night's Blessed who would hear otherwise.
[ In other words: until they know she's picked a room, nobody wants to pick a room. ]