by C S » Tue Nov 14, 2017 6:08 pm
Desrium thought back to the adage of elementals and their fickle tendencies as he returned to the cavernous hall of his memory, his mind's eye gazing at what his carmine jewels beheld. He sought to find the clues he'd overlooked then, the things that should have been self-evident after hearing what Septimus and Syria reported. In recalling the climb up a mound of pulverized brick to speak to figures cast away in gloomy crevices, Desrium began to feel the enveloping rawness of realization.
What he'd seen reminded him of the fall of the Justicar's Keep. The actual extent of the heinous event was of an even greater measure that that abrupt turmoil and displacement. Moreover, the newborn elementals had no method of rationalizing this disaster in the way that he and Septimus were able to, to make sense of it against the scheme of the world. For that unknown stretch of time, the environ of desolation was their world, and if that was all they thought they could expect from this realm, Desrium understood why they remained in that communal coffin for as long as they did. And why they followed him out, at the promise of something more.
Desrium looked to Evisa, whose fidgeting was beginning to intensify again. She was using the tip of her boot to poke at the muddy ground intermittently. Having already said her piece and given her assent, the reiteration of the risks only left her to think. Unbridled thoughts conspired together to rile the viking up with excess that lacked an immediate outlet. Desrium recognized this for what it was, and it appeared that his immediate objective was to direct that uneasiness into himself. He shifted in the soft soil, the beginning stages of a step, when he heard Syria speak.
"It... um... to be considerate..." Syria's brows were furrowed by deep thought. Her hands were folded together, and her forearms bore the burden of support as she leaned out over the lip of the satchel as one would over the railing of a veranda. "... If there is any congruency between my recent experience--" she paused sharply, her gaze shifting sidelong, "--our experience, sorry, then we shouldn't be too hasty for the sake of solving this mystery as quickly as possible. It would be best if we spent some time letting the elementals become acquainted and comfortable with us, so that our questions are not taken as a sudden intrusion on something personal and sensitive to them..."
The mage straightened, the wrinkles in her features smoothing out.
"Just my two coppers, from one mother to another."
Evisa froze in mid-prod, looked to the woman half in the bag, and gave her an off-center look through her helmet's eyepiece.
"Saturn was NOT a Single Lady." - Unknown