Spring 29, 516 AV
Estrellir took the hand out of her pocket as she ascended the steps and headed towards their usual classroom. She knew the pebble was in the right front pocket of her pants without having to check. After several days spent meditating on it, she knew it like the back of her hand (gnosis mark or not) and almost felt like it was part of her body. Thomas had warned her that would happen, but it was still a mildly unsettling feeling to carry around day and night.
Upon knocking and entering, she found the classroom empty. Once again, the Konti was the first to arrive, but instead of sitting down, she leaned her hips against a desk and produced a small hand mirror from another pocket. Her skin was still green, had been ever since she’d drunk from that wretched fountain. For luck! It wasn’t even pastel or opalescent green that would’ve gone well with her scales and overall pale appearance, no, it was vivid grass green, close to emerald or the color of poison. Impossible to miss. With a sigh, she put the mirror away and folded her arms in front of her chest. What were the odds that Thomas had tasted that cursed water too? Mages tended to be curious, inquisitive folk.
Either way, she wouldn’t let it stop her efforts to get a first glimpse of auras. Others had apparently developed stranger talents like extraordinary charisma or even volatile magical powers. Estrellir supposed she should be grateful to be stuck with altered appearance and nothing worse… but she didn’t quite feel it. While she was waiting, she put the pebble on the desk next to her and began humming a Konti lullaby to herself. Surely a small break would only do her good before she resumed to bend her mind into impossible knots and twists.
Estrellir took the hand out of her pocket as she ascended the steps and headed towards their usual classroom. She knew the pebble was in the right front pocket of her pants without having to check. After several days spent meditating on it, she knew it like the back of her hand (gnosis mark or not) and almost felt like it was part of her body. Thomas had warned her that would happen, but it was still a mildly unsettling feeling to carry around day and night.
Upon knocking and entering, she found the classroom empty. Once again, the Konti was the first to arrive, but instead of sitting down, she leaned her hips against a desk and produced a small hand mirror from another pocket. Her skin was still green, had been ever since she’d drunk from that wretched fountain. For luck! It wasn’t even pastel or opalescent green that would’ve gone well with her scales and overall pale appearance, no, it was vivid grass green, close to emerald or the color of poison. Impossible to miss. With a sigh, she put the mirror away and folded her arms in front of her chest. What were the odds that Thomas had tasted that cursed water too? Mages tended to be curious, inquisitive folk.
Either way, she wouldn’t let it stop her efforts to get a first glimpse of auras. Others had apparently developed stranger talents like extraordinary charisma or even volatile magical powers. Estrellir supposed she should be grateful to be stuck with altered appearance and nothing worse… but she didn’t quite feel it. While she was waiting, she put the pebble on the desk next to her and began humming a Konti lullaby to herself. Surely a small break would only do her good before she resumed to bend her mind into impossible knots and twists.