Some Fogs Are Forever
6th of Winter, 518 AV
It was long before noon that the Akvatari found herself eager to exit her tiny cottage. She has been roaming around all night collecting energy, and was all but ready to learn what Savis had to teach her. She dressed appropriately for the cold weather, taking a note to pack everything she might need into her bag. Her notebook, ink and quill, shoes for her transformation, a sack of water. She filled another sack with dried fruit she bought earlier, though it was more than unlikely that either of the immortals will be hungry. As much as it would pain her to admit it, Mauriel yearned for adventure, and preparing for various possibilities was almost like a game.
She put on her Stardrop Earring, as usual, but today she placed Ragespike in her scabbard in place of the plain dagger she got into the habit of carrying instead of him. She promised she would show him to Savis, and that she will. "Rage, believe it or not, we're going on an adventure!" She was almost bumping against the walls from excitement, and hardly noted the annoyed grumble of the dagger wondering whether her idea of an adventure was playing the lute or visiting the library this time.
The lute... She doubted there'd be any need for it, for they were supposed to keep focus at other things. And in a Park like that, it'd probably get all dirty and scratched. Might even scare the little animals off if she plays it. No, better not.
"Rage, you have to behave yourself today. We're meeting one very special lady, and if you give her trouble... Well, I might just gift you to her!" It was somewhat of an empty threat, though if Savis took interest she might consider it.
Soon enough, she fluttered off towards the Park. Believe it or not, in all her time here, Mauriel still hasn't visited Alheas. Back in Summer when she fell all sorts of weird rumors were going around about it, and the whole city was in somewhat of an odd state with the fog and everything, not to mention she had a whole world of things to learn and visit. Now that the dust has somewhat settled on those matters, she felt way more comfortable going, and was in fact happy that Savis chose that spot for their training.
The eager butterfly was there early. Surprisingly enough, there were a lot of people around. Winter was very mild and and pleasant, but work was still more scarce than in the previous months, so she supposed a lot of people liked to fill their leisure time with nature walks. She could start too.
As she looked around waiting for the undead, she noticed the remarkable variety of color. Everything was painted in warm tones, unusually so for daytime, especially daytime in the Winter. She seemed to see the familiar sparkle of Lhavitan flora on some of the plants, but it was a fleeting mirage, a faint shadow compared to Syna's radiance. It seemed like a rather pleasant place, possibly even more so at night. A rather romantic place too. It was so beautiful that the Ethaefal had half a mind to just leave. She wanted to keep it for herself, not spoil it with memories and feelings she would associate with it. She was being silly, of course, but such were the thoughts crossing her mind while she admired the landscape The Star of Kalea gifted her with.
6th of Winter, 518 AV
It was long before noon that the Akvatari found herself eager to exit her tiny cottage. She has been roaming around all night collecting energy, and was all but ready to learn what Savis had to teach her. She dressed appropriately for the cold weather, taking a note to pack everything she might need into her bag. Her notebook, ink and quill, shoes for her transformation, a sack of water. She filled another sack with dried fruit she bought earlier, though it was more than unlikely that either of the immortals will be hungry. As much as it would pain her to admit it, Mauriel yearned for adventure, and preparing for various possibilities was almost like a game.
She put on her Stardrop Earring, as usual, but today she placed Ragespike in her scabbard in place of the plain dagger she got into the habit of carrying instead of him. She promised she would show him to Savis, and that she will. "Rage, believe it or not, we're going on an adventure!" She was almost bumping against the walls from excitement, and hardly noted the annoyed grumble of the dagger wondering whether her idea of an adventure was playing the lute or visiting the library this time.
The lute... She doubted there'd be any need for it, for they were supposed to keep focus at other things. And in a Park like that, it'd probably get all dirty and scratched. Might even scare the little animals off if she plays it. No, better not.
"Rage, you have to behave yourself today. We're meeting one very special lady, and if you give her trouble... Well, I might just gift you to her!" It was somewhat of an empty threat, though if Savis took interest she might consider it.
Soon enough, she fluttered off towards the Park. Believe it or not, in all her time here, Mauriel still hasn't visited Alheas. Back in Summer when she fell all sorts of weird rumors were going around about it, and the whole city was in somewhat of an odd state with the fog and everything, not to mention she had a whole world of things to learn and visit. Now that the dust has somewhat settled on those matters, she felt way more comfortable going, and was in fact happy that Savis chose that spot for their training.
The eager butterfly was there early. Surprisingly enough, there were a lot of people around. Winter was very mild and and pleasant, but work was still more scarce than in the previous months, so she supposed a lot of people liked to fill their leisure time with nature walks. She could start too.
As she looked around waiting for the undead, she noticed the remarkable variety of color. Everything was painted in warm tones, unusually so for daytime, especially daytime in the Winter. She seemed to see the familiar sparkle of Lhavitan flora on some of the plants, but it was a fleeting mirage, a faint shadow compared to Syna's radiance. It seemed like a rather pleasant place, possibly even more so at night. A rather romantic place too. It was so beautiful that the Ethaefal had half a mind to just leave. She wanted to keep it for herself, not spoil it with memories and feelings she would associate with it. She was being silly, of course, but such were the thoughts crossing her mind while she admired the landscape The Star of Kalea gifted her with.