Timestamp: 62nd Day in Summer, 509 AV
Pavi Lake—a place created by the Valterrian, a place with numerous legends and tales revolving around it. A place holding a secret that was even older and more interesting than the existence of Nuit. As soon as she approached it and saw it's strange beauty, she already loved it. The structures seemed dead, lifeless. Salt all around. Malia felt it when holding her hand under water, tasted it from the drops at her fingers. Salt was something she couldn't understand … so white and pure and yet with a very strong taste. Too much grains would destroy a good meal. Too little would make it taste boring. There was some kind of magic in it.
However, Malia hadn't come to the place to think about the meaning of salt, not only at least. Rather she wanted to adore the beauty and the unique stone structures. While following the shoreline she wondered … wondered if it do her any harm to climb a little. Usually she couldn't find joy in hiking, wandering, feeling her non-existent muscles, but this day was different. Slightly and strangely different.
She stopped and looked at the stone that towered right in front of her. Just close enough so that she could be sure to land at the edge of it and not slip and take an unexpected bath. It was safe—as safe as climbing on places that weren't designed for climbing could be. Eventually Malia took a deep breath and a few steps back. Then she started running and … jumped. Her feet and hands touched rough stone. Phew. After a few additional hops she found the stone she was standing on rather flat and comfortable to sit at. Nice. It really was different to staying at the city where she had nothing to do except pray and think her bunch of dark thoughts. She already knew it all too well.
But this was something new. Well, not entirely new. It reminded her of travelling with her Master. They had been free to go wherever they wanted, untouched by time or daily needs like eating and sleeping. She had never been afraid, because her Master had been with her.
But now, being on her own, she had to be careful. Her thick, white, lifegiving substance, the ichor, needed to be protected. A single wound, a little cut would already do her great harm. Suddenly she realized how crazy her climbing idea was. She could die if she didn't watch out! Malia certainly didn't like the wall of difference between her and the living, but that didn't mean that she wanted to escape it all and die. No, she wasn't as foolish. She still loved nature, she loved being alive, seeing, smelling, feeling. Gathering knowledge.
Careful … She had to be extra careful this day.