by C S » Fri Oct 28, 2016 12:23 am
"Ponder the implications of a cliche. Old as I am, my separation from the affairs across this land means that what may be trite to you is mostly tolerable to me. My audiences are few and far between, as you know."
Syria looked up at Septimus haplessly and made a whimpering sound to match her defeated expression. Soldiering on, she conveyed to the elemental, "Desrium's theorized about your ability to peer into other times and other worlds. It is a subject fascinating to me."
"Is it now? I would not have guessed, inventor of the aethereopic."
Syria buried her face into an arm when her response across the mental link was nervous laughter. Imagined, nervous laughter.
"I do not invest myself into the Trial of Kings," Cleotaire answered the unspoken question. "I only provide the means for the tested to find their worth in adversity. It is an impartial magic, and I do not experience these other worlds as my own. For the best, I concede. To bear the cliches of several worlds would not be an enjoyable trial."
The Life Bringer continued while Syria digested what she was told, "As I have told Septimus before, inquiries such as those that have left you wriggling before my distanced presence are those that I will only address if you seek a meeting within my shrine. However, I will afford you one answer to sate your yearning mind, perhaps due to the high esteem my last batch of tested hold you in."
"My kind live long, wild when young and tempered, reclusive once able to self-actualize and choose our own names. Some of us bridge the divide, and choose another as a herald. You are not the first I have met, but I have only met a few, even in my long life. It is not something common, but less rare than one of your creed taking a dragon for a groom."