The archmage … So the girl had been to Sahova and had spoken to an influential and powerful Nuit, most likely one of the oldest existing undead. Malia didn’t feel tempted to visit Sahova just for the sake of getting to know beings who had watched the world since before the Valterrian, perhaps even for thousands and thousands of years, but she couldn’t deny that she was curious. How would they act, speak, think? What epiphanies had they experienced? Hopefully they had found an answer to Malia’s ever-constant question of sense, but then she doubted it. It couldn’t be that easy, after all.
However, she silently approved of Cosette’s idea. The laboratories of those who had first created Nuit and Pycons would certainly help. If one knew how they were created, one could also find out how they could be transformed into what they had been before. Humans … dead bodies or clay. She wondered whether it was even possible for them to claim a living body and slip into human existence once more. What would happen to their ichor? It was a complicated topic, that much was sure.
Well, as Cosette had said, the Nuit had all the time of the world to do her research. And Malia had all the time in the world to observe, to learn from the living and probably find a sense for herself, something worth living. Belief was the most important thing for them. Belief fueled their desires, kept them occupied.
Suddenly the girl’s voice changed. She was asking for a favor? Malia tilted her head, face blank, curiosity sparkling in her eyes, and waited. Then she gave a short nod. What the girl asked for wouldn’t be too difficult. “I will, yes.”
When Cosette mentioned Glav Navik, the caretaker of the temple, she nodded again. Oh, indeed she remembered her last visit all too well. Many things had happened, but Glav had been the one to let her in and provide clarity of the mind and silence. Eventually that had led to her meeting a goddess … An encounter she would never forget. It was forever burned in her immortal Nuit memory. Her expression didn’t change, but somehow she appeared wiser, more beautiful to the other undead girl.
However, the impression only lasted a single moment before it was gone. “I have met Glav before”, she commented. “What exactly is it that you do for him?” Her imagination was good, but she had no idea what Cosette would find interesting enough to do for a living.
Perhaps she didn’t know enough about Glav, and she certainly didn’t know enough about her opponent. It was time to find out a bit more …