OOCWow, Satevis's mood shifts a lot in this post. I'm starting to really see the whole 'son of Leth' bit start to come out. XD
Something seemed to come over Tock as he spoke. He didn't see the tears that had gathered in her eyes, but he did see her close her eyes in the middle of his story and shrink somewhat, her expression changing as if she was remembering something unpleasant. It was an expression he had never seen on Tock's face before, and he found that he didn't like it. For a moment, something cold coiled in the pit of his stomach, and he felt both the strange, sudden desire to protect her and the desire to harm whatever was causing her pain.
Since Reimancy couldn't burn thoughts or memories, that was impossible, so he put the thought out of his mind as she did, dipping the paint brush in paint again and beginning to paint the basic colors of the puppet's clothing. He didn't ask, and if she wanted to pretend that it didn't happen, then he would pretend that he didn't see. Everyone was welcome to their own secrets. Certainly, he had a few. There were events that had happened in Lhavit that he would rather keep to himself.
Tock, for the most part, seemed intent on breaking his control.
He looked up at her as she moved and stretched, and his eyes lingered a little overlong on the skin that she exposed. Their color, already a crystalline blue that made them look like they were frosted over with ice, seemed to intensify just a little bit--not a real color change, not like the Vantha's eyes, but just a reflection of his interest and the darker turn his thoughts were moving in. He moved his eyes up to hers, holding her gaze for a moment before he turned back to the puppets, doing his best to ignore it.
I know what you're doing, his eyes seemed to say. And it's not going to work.
It was a little difficult to claim that now, though, because her actions were having some sort of effect on him. He kept a firm hold on his control, though, setting the Leth puppet down to dry before more details could be added. When he answered her question, there was no trace of his earlier change of expression, his emotions now firmly under control.
Of course...his thoughts might have slightly strayed away from what would have been considered acceptable thoughts of a pious Benshira. But, devotion to Yahal aside, he wasn't a Benshira anymore. He recited small portions of the Penita Scroll to himself in his mind, though, using it as a distraction.
"...Oddly enough?" he asked as she asked him what he remembered better in the daytime. "I remember Taras better. The life I led in this form. I don't remember it fully...I don't think any Ethaefal does, but I have better memories than most. At night, I don't lose any memories, but Taras becomes a little lost in all of the other memories I gain." He frowned in thought, thinking back to the way it felt at night, when the memories returned to him. During the day, he could pretend he was Benshira. At night, he knew that he was part of a much bigger picture than just that.
"At night...I start to remember flashes of lives before Taras. Not a lot, mind you, not even anything substantial. I know at some point before Taras I was a powerful Reimancer. Another was a warrior mage. I know that almost all of the past lives I have memory of were wizards of some sort." He shrugged. "I remember the Ukalas too, the time I spent there. I suppose the best way to explain it is during the day I feel almost human. At night...I feel like something more."
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