30th of Spring, 516 AV
Elysium Hall hadn't exactly been difficult to find. Dressed in golden marble and skyglass, the mansion was anything but humble. Thomas had expected to find an impressive barrier, something that kept the outside from her, but was suprised to find only a low skyglass wall. There'd been a sigil, a sunburst, that'd he laughed at; a bit pretentious to take a god's sign as their own, but that was Alses for you. She, or more probably, somebody else had decorated her grounds and gardens beautifly, roses an obvious favorite.
He hadn't wanted to come, not here, not to her especially, but circumstance mandated that he did. Reality had taken to splitting around him, black holes of nothing ripping into the silence at night. Thomas had panicked at first, but Laria had been quick to calm him; she'd reminded him that he'd survived Sahova, and that they'd find a book, something, anything that would help him control his new abilities. Obviously, she'd fled after, not that Thomas blamed her. Laria was as Sahovan as he was, desperate to survive. A mage with uncontrolled magic was a risk to anyone around, and they both knew that. At least she had calmed him somewhat before she left, and it was charity enough that she hadn't come back to slice his throat open while he slept.
He wouldn't have wanted to risk her. Alses, though? As much as he hated the idea of coming to her for help, the thought of her accidently tumbling into a vast nothingness did soothe his ego.
knock.
knock.
knock.
Thomas sighed, wondering if he should have brought Stranger with him. He'd taken to wearing the golem less and less, not wanting to accidently send them both into oblivion. He only just thought that Alses might try bargaining with him again, and he had nothing to offer.
All he could do now was wait, and hope. Gods, he hoped she could help him.