Of Antiquity and Wisdom (Solo)

[Avina]

Timestamp: 50th of Winter, 511 AV Avina looked around in awe. She was a world away from Mura now. The docks were loud and busy with activity, and she liked the resemblance to the port in her home. However, beyond that lay a foreign land. Old buildings rose up, of stone, and geometric design. Mura was all curves, and shells, water and light. Humans thought of their homes very differently to the Konti. But she could not remove the wonder from her face. And people watched intently too. They physically stopped what they were doing to watch. She couldn't blame them. So many Konti turning up out of the blue, several holding sealed scrolls. She wished she had found a more positive reason to leave Mura, but the weight and gravity of this situation had compelled her to leave all the same. V'nessi had seen the visions, and now they had a duty to tell as many people as they could before it was too late. A divine storm... she wrapped her arms around herself as she walked, as much for comfort as for warmth. She did not know the meaning of the words precisely, but she hoped Avalis, nor Laviku or Rak'keli were involved. She knew of the God's and their games. But this time it was serious. The cards had been warning her for nearly an entire season. The amount of times she had seen the Tower jump forth from the back. And Death had been a constant this year. Change. Great change. Sudden change. She wondered what Mizahar would look like in the storm's wake. Lost in this new city of wonder, Avina caught up with her fellow sisters, bound for the Lord of Council's office. The song was so very different here. So very... ancient. It was the only way she could describe it. It spoke of tradition, ritual, and long buried secrets. Perhaps, the longer she stayed, the longer she'd understand this new melody.

[Avina]

The adventure in Avina's heart had been sated rather more quickly than she would have predicted. The fact she had come to warn the city of impending catastrophe seemed to dull that sense of excitement. Still, she couldn't help but turn her head to every sight as they proceeded towards the Lord of Council's office. The people were so very strange, gazing upon the Konti as aliens to their home. Despite this, she did see the odd Konti separate from their group, carving a life for themselves here in Zeltiva. She did not speak when they met the Lord of Council, merely watched, listened, and tried to give some form of visual support to Maria - the Lady of Zeltiva. When they were finished, they were given freedom from each other to roam and explore. Having been given temporary accommodation in the World's End Grotto, she left her small collection of things behind in her room, and went wandering around the city. The news had been passed, the burden lifted - for now. She was set to stay here, and help in the aftermath of the storm. And truly, that terrified her. But for now, there was much to see and explore, and time wouldn't wait, not even for a Konti.