78th of Winter, 518
Painted by darkness, the sky of Mizahar bowed to the presence of Leth. Clouds hung low in the sky, and the moonlight didn't reach Infinity Manor this evening. Savis Maren laid down on a sofa. In the fireplace, a hearty kindling burned as the Nuit reaped the simple pleasures of life in the Manor. Though the Manor's sentience might keep the flames alive of its own accord, the Nuit took matters into her own hands. Or, rather, astral hands. Undeath created its own breed of laziness, and once she was prone or otherwise off of her feet, she simply elected to stay in that position as long as possible.
Savis Maren had a single tube of black paint in her left hand, and the Nuit, finding the kindling beginning to spark, sought to perform a bit of relief for the situation. On each of her shoulders, the undead devised a focus, using the compounded glyph Korad-Sutla as an aid. Savis had a good amount of time before the kindling needed shifting, but already she took note of the yellowing flames that threatened to die out. She placed the glyphs on her collarbones, as well, then laid down and allowed her eyes to fall shut. Savis Maren willed the djed to rise from the depths of the soul. Immediately, power gathered at the glyphs she'd created, attracted by their presence. She utilized this power, lifting the astral body and separating it from the physical. Her shoulders, neck, and head rose up, and the entirety of her body fell limp as she found her chest stretching outward.
I imagine this is how Jomi feels all the time, she figured as she looked at her collapsed body and realized just how small she truly was. Then, without any further delay, she worked towards what came next. Savis Maren extended her left astral arm, pulling the poker and carefully lifting the logs at the base of the flame. Fresh oxygen fed the fire, and The Nuit did that one final time before she let the poker be. Savis Maren was elated, the manipulation of her astral body coursing waves of pleasure through the form. When Savis looked back to her corpse shell, she saw the midnight kitten, a tom that she'd seen in passing within the manor, approaching from beneath the sofa.
Unacceptable, she thought as she watched the kitten paw at the Nuit's inert right arm. Clearly, in her manipulation of djed, she'd kept her limbs in the air, actively manipulated until the astral body pulled away. Her left covered her torso, but her right fell, and her fingertips touched the floor. Her wrist was the plaything of the tomcat, batted between its right paw and its head in a queer sort of game. Soft mewls escaped the kitten, and it parted its maw in a silent yawn. However, that mouth didn't fall all the way shut, and Savis watched each moment of it as the teeth approached ever closer to the grayish pallor of Savis' skin.
WC: 511
Savis Maren had a single tube of black paint in her left hand, and the Nuit, finding the kindling beginning to spark, sought to perform a bit of relief for the situation. On each of her shoulders, the undead devised a focus, using the compounded glyph Korad-Sutla as an aid. Savis had a good amount of time before the kindling needed shifting, but already she took note of the yellowing flames that threatened to die out. She placed the glyphs on her collarbones, as well, then laid down and allowed her eyes to fall shut. Savis Maren willed the djed to rise from the depths of the soul. Immediately, power gathered at the glyphs she'd created, attracted by their presence. She utilized this power, lifting the astral body and separating it from the physical. Her shoulders, neck, and head rose up, and the entirety of her body fell limp as she found her chest stretching outward.
I imagine this is how Jomi feels all the time, she figured as she looked at her collapsed body and realized just how small she truly was. Then, without any further delay, she worked towards what came next. Savis Maren extended her left astral arm, pulling the poker and carefully lifting the logs at the base of the flame. Fresh oxygen fed the fire, and The Nuit did that one final time before she let the poker be. Savis Maren was elated, the manipulation of her astral body coursing waves of pleasure through the form. When Savis looked back to her corpse shell, she saw the midnight kitten, a tom that she'd seen in passing within the manor, approaching from beneath the sofa.
Unacceptable, she thought as she watched the kitten paw at the Nuit's inert right arm. Clearly, in her manipulation of djed, she'd kept her limbs in the air, actively manipulated until the astral body pulled away. Her left covered her torso, but her right fell, and her fingertips touched the floor. Her wrist was the plaything of the tomcat, batted between its right paw and its head in a queer sort of game. Soft mewls escaped the kitten, and it parted its maw in a silent yawn. However, that mouth didn't fall all the way shut, and Savis watched each moment of it as the teeth approached ever closer to the grayish pallor of Savis' skin.
WC: 511