61st of Autumn, 518, Late Afternoon.
Study and practice, study and practice. The treat of an excursion is necessary lest insanity take a grip of the mind, she reasoned as she pushed forth the door of her apartment. Savis Maren carried nothing with her at all, but the turning wheels of her prized automaton trailed behind her. Unlike Sil, who was constantly at odds between being useful and an unworthy mistake this automaton truly won Savis Maren's respect. Its spherical wheels turned on the terrain, requiring constant motion when 'on' in order to retain its balance. It made the automaton stick out as Savis led it onward, and certainly, the citizenry of Lhavit turned their heads to see the metallic construct follow its mistress. Of course, other automata within the city did exist, and they were much finer and less clunky in appearance than this one. However, those fine-tuned constructs required resources and expertise that Savis neither possessed nor could she afford.
I am quite pleased with it, though. Wheels' understanding of its directives is absolute. The results of keeping them direct and to the point she reasoned as the metallic construct followed her every movement. It was as her shadow, turning when she did and the Nuit couldn't be sure if the glances towards her were out of fear of her condition or astonishment from seeing Wheels.
Perhaps I'll never know. The common folk in this city are beneath my notice she reasoned, keeping her gaze forward. The Nuit covered herself in her coat, the dull, gray clothing she was given during the Rituals of Transference hidden behind the garment that fell well past her hips. Buttoned up against exposure, Savis feared not the chill, but exposure, as she made her way to Alheas Park. The Nuit visited the place in the past, a chilling encounter with a delightfully charming young man proving them the other's foil. Savis never saw Haneht after that fateful encounter but remembered him fondly in the time when she had no matters pressing for her attention.
The light of Syna cast a vivid golden glow as the celestial orb battled through the sky and towards the distant crest of the moon. The meeting between the Gods wasn't due for another few bells, and certainly, that meeting should prove her calling and a swift return to her home. Alheas Park never needed the light of Syna to stay luminous, however. While the Sun Goddess danced through the sky and buildings shrouded some of that life, the pale blues and greens of the floral luminescence shone throughout Alheas Park. The glow bathed the Nuit in a very queer light, conflict present within her whether or not she enjoyed the sight of it. The park, without debate, was utterly magnificent, and without the heavy fog obscuring it from view she relished in being there regardless.
The Nuit allowed her gaze to fall through the tall grasses and weeds that filled the park, watching the various forms of the wildlife that settled within. Particularly, the Nuit's interests lie in the shadowy bobcats that stalked through the grasses. They were some of the largest cats she'd seen face-to-face, but she knew that greater felines existed and this sort was hardly one to feel threatened by. Instead, she was fascinated, watching as the tiny predatorial beast sifted into the grasses, cloaking itself in the reeds and weeds before those glossy amber eyes it had moved throughout. Certainly, it was in search of prey, and Savis Maren had the briefest thought of what she might glean from it if she took it with her to use as a Source.
Of course, I won't learn anytime soon, she mused, a wistfulness in her gait. The conditions of her existence in Lhavit weren't very strict, but surely, the laws of the city wouldn't allow her to "appropriate" a wild animal housed in its walls.
Besides, animals are an inferior intelligence. Using a small predator as a Source surely isn't the best option, she quipped internally, wanting to diminish her interest in the beast even as it captured and snapped the neck of a squirrel.
Truly a shame, isn't it?
WC: 700
I am quite pleased with it, though. Wheels' understanding of its directives is absolute. The results of keeping them direct and to the point she reasoned as the metallic construct followed her every movement. It was as her shadow, turning when she did and the Nuit couldn't be sure if the glances towards her were out of fear of her condition or astonishment from seeing Wheels.
Perhaps I'll never know. The common folk in this city are beneath my notice she reasoned, keeping her gaze forward. The Nuit covered herself in her coat, the dull, gray clothing she was given during the Rituals of Transference hidden behind the garment that fell well past her hips. Buttoned up against exposure, Savis feared not the chill, but exposure, as she made her way to Alheas Park. The Nuit visited the place in the past, a chilling encounter with a delightfully charming young man proving them the other's foil. Savis never saw Haneht after that fateful encounter but remembered him fondly in the time when she had no matters pressing for her attention.
The light of Syna cast a vivid golden glow as the celestial orb battled through the sky and towards the distant crest of the moon. The meeting between the Gods wasn't due for another few bells, and certainly, that meeting should prove her calling and a swift return to her home. Alheas Park never needed the light of Syna to stay luminous, however. While the Sun Goddess danced through the sky and buildings shrouded some of that life, the pale blues and greens of the floral luminescence shone throughout Alheas Park. The glow bathed the Nuit in a very queer light, conflict present within her whether or not she enjoyed the sight of it. The park, without debate, was utterly magnificent, and without the heavy fog obscuring it from view she relished in being there regardless.
The Nuit allowed her gaze to fall through the tall grasses and weeds that filled the park, watching the various forms of the wildlife that settled within. Particularly, the Nuit's interests lie in the shadowy bobcats that stalked through the grasses. They were some of the largest cats she'd seen face-to-face, but she knew that greater felines existed and this sort was hardly one to feel threatened by. Instead, she was fascinated, watching as the tiny predatorial beast sifted into the grasses, cloaking itself in the reeds and weeds before those glossy amber eyes it had moved throughout. Certainly, it was in search of prey, and Savis Maren had the briefest thought of what she might glean from it if she took it with her to use as a Source.
Of course, I won't learn anytime soon, she mused, a wistfulness in her gait. The conditions of her existence in Lhavit weren't very strict, but surely, the laws of the city wouldn't allow her to "appropriate" a wild animal housed in its walls.
Besides, animals are an inferior intelligence. Using a small predator as a Source surely isn't the best option, she quipped internally, wanting to diminish her interest in the beast even as it captured and snapped the neck of a squirrel.
Truly a shame, isn't it?
WC: 700
