Too late did Aoren realize what was happening as the hand came racing toward him. He felt his heart clench. The muscles in his body tensed. He shoved himself away from the table barely missing getting a slap to the face. Instead the woman’s fury, her anger skittered across the prominence of his collar bone with a sickening closeness. Aoren cried out as he felt the bone jarring pain wrack through him under the force of the assault.
He stumbled back out of the chair his back coming to rest against the wall. He reached up grasping onto his collar with a pained wince. He felt winded. The room spun as his chest throbbed painfully. His shock did not last for long however as Evangeline, the wrathful creature that now loomed toward him with doom in her eyes and hate in her steps, moved toward him. Aoren reached for his djed preparing to send a bolt of lightning slamming into her chest. He ended up not needing it as the girl threw words at him to insult his gifts, his character, his life. He winced as she spoke her curse over him and spat at his feet.
Rak’keli’s blessing called to him as Evangeline, the strange girl, fled the library. For the moment Aoren gave in to it. He gingerly touched his hand over the bone that he knew to be very bruised. The light of the Goddess of Healing poured over him. He felt the pain ebb away ever so slightly. He felt it seep into his body taking hold of the pain that had cemented itself in him and pulling it away like a soothing tide. Shaken, he managed to seat himself again laying his head in his hands.
“What have I done?” What indeed? He had made an offense that day. It was one he knew was real. It had happened on several occasions when he was not able to control the pull of Divination. It had never been driven quite so close to home however just how volatile some people could be at the idea of a Seer. It made him shiver both in mild pain and…fear. It had been a long time since Aoren had been afraid of the road he walked as a Seer. That fear visited him in that moment. He had been young when he’d first been warned that not everyone appreciated the depth and insight Seers could offer. There were secrets out there many did not want uncovered. There were people, powerful people, who would balk at the idea of a single person being able to uncover some of the most intimate moments of their lives with nothing more than a few breaths.
With shaking hands he gathered up his materials even as the keeper of the library came to see what the commotion was about. Aoren rushed his apologies for the disturbances as he packed away his belongings. He made his way out of the library feeling exposed, vulnerable, for the first time in a very long time. As he walked he glanced over his shoulder, his eyes trailing to the shadows. Uncertainty hung in the air. Had he simply caused a momentary offense? Or had he made an enemy?
He stumbled back out of the chair his back coming to rest against the wall. He reached up grasping onto his collar with a pained wince. He felt winded. The room spun as his chest throbbed painfully. His shock did not last for long however as Evangeline, the wrathful creature that now loomed toward him with doom in her eyes and hate in her steps, moved toward him. Aoren reached for his djed preparing to send a bolt of lightning slamming into her chest. He ended up not needing it as the girl threw words at him to insult his gifts, his character, his life. He winced as she spoke her curse over him and spat at his feet.
Rak’keli’s blessing called to him as Evangeline, the strange girl, fled the library. For the moment Aoren gave in to it. He gingerly touched his hand over the bone that he knew to be very bruised. The light of the Goddess of Healing poured over him. He felt the pain ebb away ever so slightly. He felt it seep into his body taking hold of the pain that had cemented itself in him and pulling it away like a soothing tide. Shaken, he managed to seat himself again laying his head in his hands.
“What have I done?” What indeed? He had made an offense that day. It was one he knew was real. It had happened on several occasions when he was not able to control the pull of Divination. It had never been driven quite so close to home however just how volatile some people could be at the idea of a Seer. It made him shiver both in mild pain and…fear. It had been a long time since Aoren had been afraid of the road he walked as a Seer. That fear visited him in that moment. He had been young when he’d first been warned that not everyone appreciated the depth and insight Seers could offer. There were secrets out there many did not want uncovered. There were people, powerful people, who would balk at the idea of a single person being able to uncover some of the most intimate moments of their lives with nothing more than a few breaths.
With shaking hands he gathered up his materials even as the keeper of the library came to see what the commotion was about. Aoren rushed his apologies for the disturbances as he packed away his belongings. He made his way out of the library feeling exposed, vulnerable, for the first time in a very long time. As he walked he glanced over his shoulder, his eyes trailing to the shadows. Uncertainty hung in the air. Had he simply caused a momentary offense? Or had he made an enemy?
