[Blinding Light] Interconnected

Shade // In which Hadrian attempts to learn a thing or two.

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Known as the Celestial Seat, Nyka is a religious city in Northern Sylira. Ruled by four demigods and traversed by a large crevice, the monk-city is both mystical and dangerous. [Lore]

[Blinding Light] Interconnected

Postby Hadrian on March 25th, 2012, 5:20 am

65th Spring, 512 A.V.

"Everything is connected," he mumbled to himself, and nearly stumbled into a wall. His hand reached out, the Lormar symbol flashing as impressions flooded into his mind, filtered through his connection to the Goddess. This was his new trick to get used to the gift, to use it here and there and everywhere in little ways, making the magical familiar and making it his own. But this time he caught an impression of such depth and power that he continued in his stumble, his shoulder slamming into the wall.

He looked up, and it was a doorway that led further in; 500 Anvil Way. Bewildered, he looked around. Yes, his wandering feet had brought him back near the Wizard's Thumb, which set the depths of his mind to churning, but here there was a different kind of power, a power that he associated with the divine. There were flashes of it whenever one of the Vantha reaved ice, the which had gone off around him like divine pyrotechnics to his mind's eye when he had spent weeks and too much power creating ice for them to send up and down the walls of Morwen's palace to shore up the melting ice. He knew it on a personal level with Eyris, of course, and this was more straightforward than the twisting realities of Alvadas and its patron deity.

The Blinding Light Studio. Well, what had flashed in his mind had glittered like gemstones, felt deeper than the roots of mountains. Not that he knew how deep that was, but that was the poetic sort of sense he got.

"Everything is connected," he repeated. He had spent those months at sea dropping prayers like stones into the vastness of the sea, not sure he wanted Laviku to answer, but knowing a sort of peace in letting his thoughts out and sharing them with the anonymous deep. If Laviku came to him, the deep would no longer be anonymous, but he supposed that would be all right too. The Sea King might judge him, but they were all as ants to him.

It taught him a sense of awe, truly contemplating the enormity of the sea. He wondered why it hadn't occurred to him before. Intellectualizing the gods was a tool, to be sure, but he was finally making space for the numinous in his soul, perhaps learning what it meant to be a mystic.

Then he was here for a reason, drawn like an iron filament to a lodestone. He walked through the gate and up to the studio, walked in, ready and open to learn whatever lessons he was meant to learn.

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