9th of Winter, 518 AV
Savis Maren realized entirely too late that in her letter to that Eypharian child, Haneht, that she neglected to mention a time. The chill of the altitude swept throughout Lhavit, but there was no bite to the winds nor the air it brought about the city. Morwen no longer presided over the season, and snow failed to find itself much of anywhere. The Nuit recalled the days of snow with a measure of longing, but with nothing able to be done about it she ignored her nostalgia for a more prominent concern. The Nuit watched Syna's rise from the window of her room on the property of Infinity Manor. The quiet that presided over Dawn had the Nuit overlooking her figure in the mirror.
Lhavit's crisp air was often very good for the 'health' of her temporary shells. The altitude held less of the sun's warmth than the ground below did, and it made it that only the flesh deep within her abdomen was exposed to a great deal of festering. The deep, sealed scars at the abdomen showed signs of that deterioration, and the Nuit felt immediate action was best over time spent considering her move. If she repaired herself appropriately, her shells could last longer, allowing elderly or idiotic persons to perish and provide her with a new shell to occupy. Savis Maren willed djed to flow from within. The power of the soul flowed from her Soulcore, and she willed it to slither from the depths of her arms and wind about the next layer. The astral body slid from its bounds with her encouragement, and her arms fell limp at her sides as she willed those astral limbs to stretch, liberated from their bonds. Her spectral limbs shot forth, thinning as they stretched to nearly three times their original length. On the nearby table, her satchel lingered with the tools required for the task ahead.
The Nuit grabbed bandages with one hand, and the embalming fluid with another. She pulled them forth and onto the stool at her side. Then, Savis Maren willed her limbs back, to retrieve the perfume from her satchel as well as sutures and needles for the task ahead. While those astral limbs fumbled through the satchel, the Nuit shifted from side to side in front of the mirror. Hollow silver eyes measured the corpse she wore, appraising the middle-aged flesh and the terrible scars that manifested out of necessity upon it. Tumours and unnecessary organs resided within the flesh once, and the poor stitches on her neck and abdomen were the Nuit's (in conjunction with Madeira Craven) attempt to better accommodate the ichor and the spirit of Savis herself. The Nuit willed her astral limbs back into place, taking her time to weave her astral arms back into their proper placement within the composition of her soul. Satisfied with her efforts and quite aware of what needed doing, she pushed forth. She raised her arms when she was able, and took the bandages off from her shell to reveal the hideous scars on her neck, chest and stomach. Slowly, the Nuit wove her needle into the sutures, and she followed the patterns already set on the corpse's flesh. She wove them into the previous sutures, then arouns them, creating more tiny holes in the corpse's body that were covered up by the thread.
Satisfied with her fortification of the previous sutures, she was content that the new ones would serve the purpose when the previous decayed. A ritual taken every ten days or so, Savis Maren was glad for her efforts. Next, the Nuit breached into her djed once more. Rather than allow it to spread throughout, the Nuit allowed the 'Sight' to manifest in a different form. She breached into her own aura, feeling the coarse, dark-gray cesspool that began at her chest and spread throughout to several feet in either direction of her. The aura held in it the scent of her decaying flesh, which melded sharply with the presence of the embalming salts. She joined that sharp scent with that of the formaldehyde mixture, dabbing it on her flesh and allowing it to sink in with the assistance of a portion of bandages. She cut that portion from the rest before wrapping her abdomen with the white bandages. The first layered clung to the embalming fluid mixture, clinging to her flesh as a result. It made it somewhat easier for her to wrap the bandages about, and she did so slowly to ensure a proper application. When three layers wrapped about her abdomen, she inspected the sutures on her neck and followed suit.
Satisfied with the upkeep of her unliving form, Savis Maren dressed herself in the plain, sterile gray blouse and dark pants she'd arrived in the city with. Perhaps Haneht would recognize her if she dressed the same? Plain as it was, the outfit was sufficient to her purposes. She wrapped herself in her coat next, before shrouding her neck with her scarf and making her way out. Syna was well into the sky when her task was complete, dawn turning to mid-morning as she began her ascent through Zintia. There was an entry point to the Trail of Waterfalls not so far from Infinity Manor itself. She swept through, and reflected. It'd be easiest, she supposed, to meet Haneht closer to his own home. The Nuit didn't pretend to know all of the denizens of the Solar Wind Apartments, but she'd never seen Haneht past their first encounter in Alheas Park.
So, logically, he'd live in the Okomo Estates, right? Sharai it is, she reasoned. The Nuit wasn't so familiar with the Sharai Peak as to know where the Estates were, specifically, but she made her way through the Trail of Waterfalls. Her silver eyes admired the roaring waterfalls, which cascaded water from the peaks and down the mountains that Lhavit built herself upon. The altitude was staggering to consider, and she was momentarily bound to follow the flow to its inevitable end. Once the notion escaped her, she shifted onward and towards the entry point from the Sharai Peak. Savis Maren, rather than look further for Haneht, allowed him to come to her. The Nuit was noticeable enough and had no way of knowing when he'd arrive. Rather than wait idly, the Nuit sat on a bench, which quickly vacated of its other inhabitant upon their realization of who claimed the space. Common folk seemed to flee from the Nuit on principle, and she was just fine with that... for now. She allowed her mind to fall into nothingness as Savis shut her eyes to the world. Light spilled over her eyelids as the world fell away from her scrutiny.
Lhavit's crisp air was often very good for the 'health' of her temporary shells. The altitude held less of the sun's warmth than the ground below did, and it made it that only the flesh deep within her abdomen was exposed to a great deal of festering. The deep, sealed scars at the abdomen showed signs of that deterioration, and the Nuit felt immediate action was best over time spent considering her move. If she repaired herself appropriately, her shells could last longer, allowing elderly or idiotic persons to perish and provide her with a new shell to occupy. Savis Maren willed djed to flow from within. The power of the soul flowed from her Soulcore, and she willed it to slither from the depths of her arms and wind about the next layer. The astral body slid from its bounds with her encouragement, and her arms fell limp at her sides as she willed those astral limbs to stretch, liberated from their bonds. Her spectral limbs shot forth, thinning as they stretched to nearly three times their original length. On the nearby table, her satchel lingered with the tools required for the task ahead.
The Nuit grabbed bandages with one hand, and the embalming fluid with another. She pulled them forth and onto the stool at her side. Then, Savis Maren willed her limbs back, to retrieve the perfume from her satchel as well as sutures and needles for the task ahead. While those astral limbs fumbled through the satchel, the Nuit shifted from side to side in front of the mirror. Hollow silver eyes measured the corpse she wore, appraising the middle-aged flesh and the terrible scars that manifested out of necessity upon it. Tumours and unnecessary organs resided within the flesh once, and the poor stitches on her neck and abdomen were the Nuit's (in conjunction with Madeira Craven) attempt to better accommodate the ichor and the spirit of Savis herself. The Nuit willed her astral limbs back into place, taking her time to weave her astral arms back into their proper placement within the composition of her soul. Satisfied with her efforts and quite aware of what needed doing, she pushed forth. She raised her arms when she was able, and took the bandages off from her shell to reveal the hideous scars on her neck, chest and stomach. Slowly, the Nuit wove her needle into the sutures, and she followed the patterns already set on the corpse's flesh. She wove them into the previous sutures, then arouns them, creating more tiny holes in the corpse's body that were covered up by the thread.
Satisfied with her fortification of the previous sutures, she was content that the new ones would serve the purpose when the previous decayed. A ritual taken every ten days or so, Savis Maren was glad for her efforts. Next, the Nuit breached into her djed once more. Rather than allow it to spread throughout, the Nuit allowed the 'Sight' to manifest in a different form. She breached into her own aura, feeling the coarse, dark-gray cesspool that began at her chest and spread throughout to several feet in either direction of her. The aura held in it the scent of her decaying flesh, which melded sharply with the presence of the embalming salts. She joined that sharp scent with that of the formaldehyde mixture, dabbing it on her flesh and allowing it to sink in with the assistance of a portion of bandages. She cut that portion from the rest before wrapping her abdomen with the white bandages. The first layered clung to the embalming fluid mixture, clinging to her flesh as a result. It made it somewhat easier for her to wrap the bandages about, and she did so slowly to ensure a proper application. When three layers wrapped about her abdomen, she inspected the sutures on her neck and followed suit.
Satisfied with the upkeep of her unliving form, Savis Maren dressed herself in the plain, sterile gray blouse and dark pants she'd arrived in the city with. Perhaps Haneht would recognize her if she dressed the same? Plain as it was, the outfit was sufficient to her purposes. She wrapped herself in her coat next, before shrouding her neck with her scarf and making her way out. Syna was well into the sky when her task was complete, dawn turning to mid-morning as she began her ascent through Zintia. There was an entry point to the Trail of Waterfalls not so far from Infinity Manor itself. She swept through, and reflected. It'd be easiest, she supposed, to meet Haneht closer to his own home. The Nuit didn't pretend to know all of the denizens of the Solar Wind Apartments, but she'd never seen Haneht past their first encounter in Alheas Park.
So, logically, he'd live in the Okomo Estates, right? Sharai it is, she reasoned. The Nuit wasn't so familiar with the Sharai Peak as to know where the Estates were, specifically, but she made her way through the Trail of Waterfalls. Her silver eyes admired the roaring waterfalls, which cascaded water from the peaks and down the mountains that Lhavit built herself upon. The altitude was staggering to consider, and she was momentarily bound to follow the flow to its inevitable end. Once the notion escaped her, she shifted onward and towards the entry point from the Sharai Peak. Savis Maren, rather than look further for Haneht, allowed him to come to her. The Nuit was noticeable enough and had no way of knowing when he'd arrive. Rather than wait idly, the Nuit sat on a bench, which quickly vacated of its other inhabitant upon their realization of who claimed the space. Common folk seemed to flee from the Nuit on principle, and she was just fine with that... for now. She allowed her mind to fall into nothingness as Savis shut her eyes to the world. Light spilled over her eyelids as the world fell away from her scrutiny.