89th of Summer, 515 AV
Nyka was in a word… familiar in some ways. There was a draw of some kind to her, something that tugged at her most blessed of marks. In Ravok it had been similar though here it was fundamentally different in a way Anna found she could not properly explain. In Ravok there was a constant soothing feeling of belonging, like she meshed and fitted into place like a piece in an ever growing puzzle. Here it was more like she saw the puzzle but had no idea where she fit in. She knew it was supposed to be somewhere but it itched at the back of her mind, eluding her.
However she hadn’t fit in Ravok. She also knew that she didn’t fit here either. Sahova had changed something in her, something on a fundamental level and it was something she still didn’t properly grasp. Walking the city streets as she did felt… alien. The constant noise of thousands of people in one place, each trying to go where they were going was a buzz that grated at her nerves. Anna had spent too many long days cloistered in a place that knew little in the way of natural life, the sounds and color muted.
The hostility from the populace of Nyka was honestly refreshing. They didn’t like her and honestly she wasn’t too crazy about them. She was foreign and different, she didn’t belong here. In Sahova it had been soul rending indifference, like she didn’t matter at all and in Ravok it had been quiet respect for her blessed marks of favor. Here though she was disliked openly though her reimancy had its uses so she still managed to avoid being tossed out. No one here knew of her marks or anything beyond the fact that she was not from here and was a reimancer, honestly it was refreshing.
“Thinking, Anna dear?”
Vex’s smooth voice sliced through the sorceress’ mind, dispelling her thoughts and bringing her back to the here and now. Currently the Kirt was in her sealed form, a mere gold band wrapped around Anna’s ankle. The sorceress frowned as she continued her walk through the city, the sun high in the sky. The familiar was her constant companion now, always with her and never straying very far. The sorceress was grateful for that internally but she was still impossible to read completely. So long together and the creature was a closed book.
“Yes. Do you think I made the right choice? Leaving Ravok I mean?” She inquired.
“Mmm… You felt you didn’t belong so you left. Very little to try and understand there. I certainly am not complaining, the constant preaching was grating.” The familiar replied.
Another dig at her faith. Vex had made her opinion of Rhysol quite clear on many occasions. Anna gritted her teeth at the dig but opted not to rise to the familiar’s bait. Instead she continued her walk until she arrived at what looked to be her destination. The snarling jaguar faced knocker known to most inhabitants of Nyka as Kelwyn’s Knocker. Some local item of interest as she understood.
The sorceress narrowed her eyes at the item and was about to raise her hand towards it before Vex cut into her thoughts. “Perhaps… it might be prudent, if you are insisting on this foolish course of action, to at least scan it with a bit of Auristics?”
A prudent point Anna supposed, though her grasp of Auristics was at best utterly basic. Still it couldn’t hurt. The tall woman closed her only visible eye and took a series of deep breaths. She reached deep inside of herself, grasping at the wellspring of her very being and tugging at the tapestry of her Djed. She took hold of the essence of her very self and forced it to her senses, more specifically to her eyes.
She opened her eye and looked to the Knocker, preparing herself for the worst. There was… nothing she could see. Her sight was absolutely limited to the bare basics of auras so at the moment she could identify that it was indeed a knocker and that it was made of metal of some sort. She could feel what it might be like to place her hand upon it and taste how it might be if she licked it. It didn’t taste good. Beyond that there was nothing she could discern from its aura. No matter how long or hard she stared at it or how much Djed she pumped into her eyes there was nothing. Anna was not yet skilled enough; her abilities with this magic were too weak.
Her eyes were starting to water from holding up the magical sight for so long, so she cut off the flow of her Djed enhancing her senses. Her sight returned to normal and she subtly lifted the eyepatch over her right eye, wiping at the tears that had formed at the corners of the pure white orb. The silver studded patch was quickly put back into place as she wiped at her left eye. She frowned at the knocker, it seemed the only way she would discover its purpose was to knock at it.
“Well?” Vex inquired.
“It’s apparently a Knocker, it looks like one, it feels like one, and it tastes like one.” Anna deadpanned.
“Your glibness does you no credit, Anna dear.” The kirt replied, falling silent once more.
With her familiar having fallen silent the sorceress lifted her hand towards the Knocker. Her fingers faltered just before she touched it, a lance of fear shooting through her. Supposedly it could kill one if the fates were cruel. That thought only stopped her for a moment. After all, nothing ventured, nothing gained. Magic was much the same way. She could very well drop dead from using too much of it. Lightning could also strike her out of the blue.
The sorceress wrapped her long pale fingers around the knocker, the digits trembling despite themselves and gently lifted it up. Too late to turn back now all she could do was to finish this and await her fate. Anna swallowed, her heartrate increasing as she lowered it to deliver the absolute faintest of taps upon the knocker. Once this was done she jumped away as though the item was on fire, expecting the absolute worst to follow the tap.
Nyka was in a word… familiar in some ways. There was a draw of some kind to her, something that tugged at her most blessed of marks. In Ravok it had been similar though here it was fundamentally different in a way Anna found she could not properly explain. In Ravok there was a constant soothing feeling of belonging, like she meshed and fitted into place like a piece in an ever growing puzzle. Here it was more like she saw the puzzle but had no idea where she fit in. She knew it was supposed to be somewhere but it itched at the back of her mind, eluding her.
However she hadn’t fit in Ravok. She also knew that she didn’t fit here either. Sahova had changed something in her, something on a fundamental level and it was something she still didn’t properly grasp. Walking the city streets as she did felt… alien. The constant noise of thousands of people in one place, each trying to go where they were going was a buzz that grated at her nerves. Anna had spent too many long days cloistered in a place that knew little in the way of natural life, the sounds and color muted.
The hostility from the populace of Nyka was honestly refreshing. They didn’t like her and honestly she wasn’t too crazy about them. She was foreign and different, she didn’t belong here. In Sahova it had been soul rending indifference, like she didn’t matter at all and in Ravok it had been quiet respect for her blessed marks of favor. Here though she was disliked openly though her reimancy had its uses so she still managed to avoid being tossed out. No one here knew of her marks or anything beyond the fact that she was not from here and was a reimancer, honestly it was refreshing.
“Thinking, Anna dear?”
Vex’s smooth voice sliced through the sorceress’ mind, dispelling her thoughts and bringing her back to the here and now. Currently the Kirt was in her sealed form, a mere gold band wrapped around Anna’s ankle. The sorceress frowned as she continued her walk through the city, the sun high in the sky. The familiar was her constant companion now, always with her and never straying very far. The sorceress was grateful for that internally but she was still impossible to read completely. So long together and the creature was a closed book.
“Yes. Do you think I made the right choice? Leaving Ravok I mean?” She inquired.
“Mmm… You felt you didn’t belong so you left. Very little to try and understand there. I certainly am not complaining, the constant preaching was grating.” The familiar replied.
Another dig at her faith. Vex had made her opinion of Rhysol quite clear on many occasions. Anna gritted her teeth at the dig but opted not to rise to the familiar’s bait. Instead she continued her walk until she arrived at what looked to be her destination. The snarling jaguar faced knocker known to most inhabitants of Nyka as Kelwyn’s Knocker. Some local item of interest as she understood.
The sorceress narrowed her eyes at the item and was about to raise her hand towards it before Vex cut into her thoughts. “Perhaps… it might be prudent, if you are insisting on this foolish course of action, to at least scan it with a bit of Auristics?”
A prudent point Anna supposed, though her grasp of Auristics was at best utterly basic. Still it couldn’t hurt. The tall woman closed her only visible eye and took a series of deep breaths. She reached deep inside of herself, grasping at the wellspring of her very being and tugging at the tapestry of her Djed. She took hold of the essence of her very self and forced it to her senses, more specifically to her eyes.
She opened her eye and looked to the Knocker, preparing herself for the worst. There was… nothing she could see. Her sight was absolutely limited to the bare basics of auras so at the moment she could identify that it was indeed a knocker and that it was made of metal of some sort. She could feel what it might be like to place her hand upon it and taste how it might be if she licked it. It didn’t taste good. Beyond that there was nothing she could discern from its aura. No matter how long or hard she stared at it or how much Djed she pumped into her eyes there was nothing. Anna was not yet skilled enough; her abilities with this magic were too weak.
Her eyes were starting to water from holding up the magical sight for so long, so she cut off the flow of her Djed enhancing her senses. Her sight returned to normal and she subtly lifted the eyepatch over her right eye, wiping at the tears that had formed at the corners of the pure white orb. The silver studded patch was quickly put back into place as she wiped at her left eye. She frowned at the knocker, it seemed the only way she would discover its purpose was to knock at it.
“Well?” Vex inquired.
“It’s apparently a Knocker, it looks like one, it feels like one, and it tastes like one.” Anna deadpanned.
“Your glibness does you no credit, Anna dear.” The kirt replied, falling silent once more.
With her familiar having fallen silent the sorceress lifted her hand towards the Knocker. Her fingers faltered just before she touched it, a lance of fear shooting through her. Supposedly it could kill one if the fates were cruel. That thought only stopped her for a moment. After all, nothing ventured, nothing gained. Magic was much the same way. She could very well drop dead from using too much of it. Lightning could also strike her out of the blue.
The sorceress wrapped her long pale fingers around the knocker, the digits trembling despite themselves and gently lifted it up. Too late to turn back now all she could do was to finish this and await her fate. Anna swallowed, her heartrate increasing as she lowered it to deliver the absolute faintest of taps upon the knocker. Once this was done she jumped away as though the item was on fire, expecting the absolute worst to follow the tap.
