11th of Autumn, 518. Just after Dusk.
The Bharani Library was Savis' sanctuary. With her sight restored and her capacity for retention brought back into being, the Nuit spent most of her time in the place. Books were scattered across the table, from the principles of Gadgeteering (an art she'd long considered beyond her understanding) to a dictionary of Ancient Tongue. Savis Maren did not need such a dictionary, but to carry it with her in the event of a need for reference was a useful matter. Her notebook, paint brush and the Voice Box she'd created in the Summer were thrown along the stone surface. Savis' posture had her hunched over the table as she popped the top of her paints off and dabbed her long, prized brush into the tube-shaped receptacle.
Savis raised her hand onto the table, beginning the black mark along her wrist. Savis was by no means a painter, and her attempts at creating stylized markings were born out of vanity than a true need for the glyphs to carry any sort of appeal to them. At the center of the back of her hand, she created the rune, the word 'Roza' formed upon her pallid flesh. The rune, roughly translated to mean interruption was then bordered by a line that drew around her wrist. When the Nuit was prepared, she put down the brush and began her work. The focus on her wrist was meant to guide the movement of her djed, attracting it in a smooth transition in her wrist. Once she felt the connection there, she worked at flooding the space with djed. Neatly, the Nuit rendered her astral wrist asunder from her physical, a spectral hand remaining in place as the physical appendage became limp and unable to be used.
Savis was meters away from the book shelf, but she'd neglected to pull a tome regarding the basic nature of djed from the walls. She intended to copy some of the highlights into her notebook, to take the knowledge home with her in the event that she could use the information as a means of guiding others. More and more, Savis Maren found her ambitions within Lhavit shifting. She wished to impart her knowledge, both of djed and the crafts born with its manipulation. But, first, she needed to refine that knowledge and hone it into a guiding light with which students could be nurtured.
The Nuit wished to alter the perceptions the city had about her. She was, to some, a monster: a body snatcher in it for their corpse in the dead of night. To others, she was a pariah, an oddity that never opened her mouth to speak. But, that wasn't Savis' fault! With the shifting of the season, the Animator intended to share her light with the world, to make good on her reasons for coming to Lhavit in the first place.
Savis pulled the book from the shelves, her Projected hand plucking it by the binding before she willed it back to her place on the stone table. Savis flipped the book open to its table of contents, raising her arm next. She willed her spectral hand to place her paint brush on the page, the blotted tip set against the stone table as the handle rested against pages. The Nuit worked next at pulling her spectral hand to her wrist. She worked at the bonds of her djed, the runic 'Roza' already faded and gone from her wrist. It was far more difficult for her to re-unite the astral limb to physical.
It took time that, obviously, the Nuit had in spades, and Savis Maren wouldn't notice any approaching figures in her fervor to restore movement to her wrist and equilibrium to the astral body she prized so dearly. It took several moments of careful work, using djed as a glue with which astral wrist was bound to astral forearm. After two chimes, however, the work was done. Savis flexed her fingers before moving to remove the paint brush from page, narrowly avoiding the disaster of suffusing the tome with blots of black ink. A breath of relief escaped the Nuit's lips as she carried her pale eyes over the table, hoping that her musings with Projection hadn't disturbed anything else around her.
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