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A land of absence
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"And all the while her mind, her blood, her fierce and fearless heart was singing, singing, singing." — Shrike in We're under attack!

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Private - The river and the moon
Eik — Day Court Emissary Signos: 1,550
▶ Played by Rae [PM] Posts: 183 — Threads: 22
▶ Male [He/Him/His] Hth: 18 — Atk: 22 — Exp: 49
▶ 10 [Year 493 Spring] Active Magic: Telepathy
▶ 15.3 hh Bonded: N/A

Eik takes a roundabout path, but eventually it leads him to the library. It gives him a chance to get to know the night court on a deeper level. He imagines the shape of the court, the materials and layout, all of these silent things have gently shaped the people who live and die within these walls. There are so many corridors he wants to walk down, so many untold stories that lie just around the next corner, always close but out of sight.

Solterra is built on secrets and Denocte on mysteries. The two are undeniably different, but also strangely similar. Eik does not quite feel at home, but he feels... something close to it.

As he walks, he learns about this place by looking and imagining, and when he is ready he slowly opens his mind and reaches out with his magic. Well, it is not really reaching out so much as staying still and waiting for thoughts to come to him. A merchant nervously counts and recounts the day's sales. A sad-eyed mare is thinking of Terrastella and what state it might be in. He looks into the images her imagination creates, great sinkholes swallowing home. The fields I learned to run in, gone. The kingdom I raised my children in, gone, the-- He withdraws as the imagery becomes hard to bear, blinking his eyes heavily. He is not sure if the tears on his cheek are his or the stranger's until a few moments later when he is fully untangled from her.

Not for the first time, his heart is heavy but his eyes are dry. He does not use his magic for a while after that.

All this to say he is tired-- mentally, physically, magically-- by the time he makes it to the library. And Moira Tonnerre is nowhere to be found. It is disappointing but not terribly surprising... after all, she could not always be here.

He inhales and can just barely smell her among the paper and candle wax. There are others, too (-- Isra?) and a happy-bird smell (crow friend?) and the ocean through the open windows. He turns his attention to the books, and pours himself into selecting one to read while he waits for Moira to return.

the biggest ache was mine

@Moira finally! <3
Time makes fools of us all

Moira — Night Court Medic Signos: 745
▶ Played by e-cho [PM] Posts: 77 — Threads: 8
▶ Female [she/her/hers] Hth: 13 — Atk: 7 — Exp: 10
▶ 5 [Year 498 Spring] Active Magic: N/A
▶ 15.2 hh Bonded: N/A
Candle after candle burns to its wick, a mere flicker by the time she lights the next one, turning to solemn faces once more with a tender, inquisitive gleam to those honey eyes that assess and seek to sooth all at once. She is a healer. Patient after patient she sees, so many faces that they blur together from young to old to new mothers and those expecting. Others come with tears to tell of those they lost in hopes she's seen them, treated them, fixed them so that they can find their way home. Moira cannot tell them of their family, all she can do is offer comfort in the makeshift medical room she's made. They stay there with warm tea that does not sooth them, they listen to the way her voice flows through the room as she sings, as melodies as ancient and churning as the sea fill the air, as her bandages flow unending onto sprained ankles and cut arms. Some are worse than others, some she fears infection will find, some still are more grim and she must take them to another room to help them. All the while though that song continues as steady as a war-drum, as steady as the beating of her phoenix heart.

When once more Isra pulls her from the sick bay and forces food upon her again, when the Queen holds her close until her hands stop shaking, when the numbness returns and the darkness brightens just a little, she is forced away to take a break. For your health the storyteller whispers, ushering her down hallway after hallway until she's near to her library once more.

The smell of books on shelves calls to her, pulls her in until the doors are open and his scent hits her. The portrait left unfinished comes to mind - the painting of the man in white and silver crowned by the sun and mountains behind him that she's yet to put fully on canvas. A smile lights on her face, however weary, as the bright-hearted woman sees him bent over a tome as she often is when in these many walls. Moonlight glints through the high, arched windows, spilling on him like a lover pressed against his skin. So close, Moira had been so closely pressed against Asterion not too long ago - relief in the curve of her spine to see and old friend. Once more the feeling sweeps through her and she moves forward. The picture of grace as feet glide almost silently upon the floor.

"No more birds nor correspondences then, Eik?" How sweet it is to say his name, to feel it roll off of her tongue like honey, like home. "I can't believe you're here," the phoenix says at last, settling in on the bench beside him while bringing over a book from the shelves she'd intended to pick up again. "You've seen Denocte then, is it everything you hoped it would be?" A careful question posed, inquiry and curiosity twining together until she cannot tell if she hopes for him to like Denocte or not. As the silence stretches, she cannot help but to think it is more tedious than the death bell that tolls in the sick bay where she should have been, but this... To have left to find him will be a welcome reprieve for at least a few hours.
@Eik ;u; precious boy oml. thank you for this thread friend


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