There was a small satisfied nod to the agreement of her terms, the excepting of the conditions for now at least. It felt easy. The orbs focused, lowering and looking for the unusual source of sound that came from within. An incline of the head, that rock up onto her heels as she tried to strain her ears. Chords, it sounded like the plucking of strings - though much more melodious than those she heard from her partner. She watched the arms rise, her gaze flickering between the outstretched limbs and the fabric that fell from them, her ears twitching and prickling to the sensation that was seeping its way in. She could feel her head turning, the gentle press as the voice oozed into her and settled within the forefront of her mind as merely a truth that would occur.
A stunned blink, she pinched her brow - willingly falling under the hypnotic geas that was placed upon her, though yet to truly realise the true potential power of it all. It was the literal meaning that wriggled into her mind however, the words solidifying down to that of speak - a verbal action in its simplest form. Regardless, the other's will had been placed over her, some thought in her mind tickled, but it was pushed aside as she heard the door swing open. Cracking her gaze towards it, she watched Lyre continue on through, her own tapping against the floor as she followed on through. Her gaze looked to the surroundings at first, her head turning as she drunk the room and then snapping around to look upon the clothing that fell. Or, more correctly did not simply fall. They faded, her eyes falling onto the gilded form and the curves suggesting only construction.
Silence ruled and lasted, a mere exhale as her gaze turned and flickered back and forth. Her fingers twitched, the lykata upon the back of her hand burning in anticipation. Knowledge, she wanted to know, had to know what construct this was. Impeccable, a craftsmanship she had not seen before that told her that the producer cared about their work - she would have to have been a fool to miss such details. The harp, the strings, the quivering with every step that seemed to occur - an instrument of many things, but music was the obvious.
The impulse to touch begun to creep in, the eyes that bit larger as she followed the visual line downwards. Catching the swirls, the shapes that had been all so carefully carved in. It was perhaps then that she knew what she really was, no human or once mortal being. She was a golem, intelligent and created for purpose - yet something much more than the beings that existed within the rest of the citadel. No, Lyre was an entirely different level, though if the rest of her kind were the same - golems - it left Fallon in the predicament position of wondering on how to exactly go about initiating one into projection. She knew nothing on their construction, let alone if they had a soul in which to work with. Everything was made up of layers, did the same apply with these magical constructs.
"I do like a good mystery," She spoke to herself then, mind slowly ticking over how to deal with the present predicament. Her hand now exposed, the human's eyes fell upon it, the way the joints curled and formed, the small clicking of metal resting there. The topaz orbs looked upon her, before leading her onwards deeper without another thought. It was only then that the rolling, lilting voice crept forward in a breath, "You are beautiful."
A stunned blink, she pinched her brow - willingly falling under the hypnotic geas that was placed upon her, though yet to truly realise the true potential power of it all. It was the literal meaning that wriggled into her mind however, the words solidifying down to that of speak - a verbal action in its simplest form. Regardless, the other's will had been placed over her, some thought in her mind tickled, but it was pushed aside as she heard the door swing open. Cracking her gaze towards it, she watched Lyre continue on through, her own tapping against the floor as she followed on through. Her gaze looked to the surroundings at first, her head turning as she drunk the room and then snapping around to look upon the clothing that fell. Or, more correctly did not simply fall. They faded, her eyes falling onto the gilded form and the curves suggesting only construction.
Silence ruled and lasted, a mere exhale as her gaze turned and flickered back and forth. Her fingers twitched, the lykata upon the back of her hand burning in anticipation. Knowledge, she wanted to know, had to know what construct this was. Impeccable, a craftsmanship she had not seen before that told her that the producer cared about their work - she would have to have been a fool to miss such details. The harp, the strings, the quivering with every step that seemed to occur - an instrument of many things, but music was the obvious.
The impulse to touch begun to creep in, the eyes that bit larger as she followed the visual line downwards. Catching the swirls, the shapes that had been all so carefully carved in. It was perhaps then that she knew what she really was, no human or once mortal being. She was a golem, intelligent and created for purpose - yet something much more than the beings that existed within the rest of the citadel. No, Lyre was an entirely different level, though if the rest of her kind were the same - golems - it left Fallon in the predicament position of wondering on how to exactly go about initiating one into projection. She knew nothing on their construction, let alone if they had a soul in which to work with. Everything was made up of layers, did the same apply with these magical constructs.
"I do like a good mystery," She spoke to herself then, mind slowly ticking over how to deal with the present predicament. Her hand now exposed, the human's eyes fell upon it, the way the joints curled and formed, the small clicking of metal resting there. The topaz orbs looked upon her, before leading her onwards deeper without another thought. It was only then that the rolling, lilting voice crept forward in a breath, "You are beautiful."
