58th of Ash, 121 AS
Location: Lyra's Manor (Still under construction)
It was nearly complete. The progress, while quick, had felt as if it drug on for the entirety of the season and Lyra had begun to grow impatient. How long had she stood before the steadily erecting structures? How many hours had she spent carving the scripts into the wood, into the framework of the foundation itself? Gems, jewels, and dragonshards were scattered throughout this monolithic creation, and as she stood there steadily taking a breath Lyra felt... at peace. The day had long since passed, and the first courtyard was covered in a thin white mist that swirled in untraceable patterns around her feet. There was a chill in the air, a comforting sensation that made the hair on her arms stand on end even while her true self felt more firm, more sure than it ever could outside this place. The manor itself was all but complete, the walls and buildings in place and the labs below fully realized in all their glory. Those Lyra felt a sudden urge to explore, but she restrained herself. With a smile on her lips, she walked through the entrance into the inner courtyard where she turned in a slow circle, taking in the view of what was to be her new home.
Feels like a graveyard. Naila commented, a note of discomfort in her voice, Everything is new, but somehow you made it all... off.
It was true, for the unusual air of the manor had little to do with the emptiness of the estate itself. Furniture and decorations would come later, and like all empty homes, the Manor felt incomplete. Beneath that feeling though was another, deeper sense that the place did not accept those who walked within its walls. A prickling sensation along Naila's spine made the mercenary rub her neck, unintentionally taking control from Lyra as she did, though the old Hytori didn't mind.
"You were there when I carved the scripts, when I placed the soul totems and linked the glyphs together." Lyra said aloud as she wandered toward one edge of the courtyard where intricately carved wood molding stretched from the corner to the nearest building's entrance. The carvings were more than decoration. They were scripts, glyphs made of screening and necromancy tied together with just a hint of soul magic. Glancing to the side Lyra saw a faintly glowing white stone, one of her soul totems, where it was embedded in the wall. The glyphs seemed to spiral out from those, trailing down and out in weaving patterns that were easily missed.
"This is a sanctuary. A place where I can be... free." She stepped back and moved toward the center of the courtyard where the stone pathways made another odd, intricate design around what would one day be small garden plots. Lyra paused at the center and knelt with a hand on the stone, "This is my domain, where my power flows freely. It is as close as I can come to a place truly my own."
In their soul space Naila nodded slowly, But why does it feel so weird. Even when you control my body I feel like my skin is covered with bugs.
"A sanctuary for the ephemeral is often discomforting to those of flesh and blood." Lyra said simply as she stood. She would have said more but a knock from the main entrance made her turn with a frown.
Location: Lyra's Manor (Still under construction)
It was nearly complete. The progress, while quick, had felt as if it drug on for the entirety of the season and Lyra had begun to grow impatient. How long had she stood before the steadily erecting structures? How many hours had she spent carving the scripts into the wood, into the framework of the foundation itself? Gems, jewels, and dragonshards were scattered throughout this monolithic creation, and as she stood there steadily taking a breath Lyra felt... at peace. The day had long since passed, and the first courtyard was covered in a thin white mist that swirled in untraceable patterns around her feet. There was a chill in the air, a comforting sensation that made the hair on her arms stand on end even while her true self felt more firm, more sure than it ever could outside this place. The manor itself was all but complete, the walls and buildings in place and the labs below fully realized in all their glory. Those Lyra felt a sudden urge to explore, but she restrained herself. With a smile on her lips, she walked through the entrance into the inner courtyard where she turned in a slow circle, taking in the view of what was to be her new home.
Feels like a graveyard. Naila commented, a note of discomfort in her voice, Everything is new, but somehow you made it all... off.
It was true, for the unusual air of the manor had little to do with the emptiness of the estate itself. Furniture and decorations would come later, and like all empty homes, the Manor felt incomplete. Beneath that feeling though was another, deeper sense that the place did not accept those who walked within its walls. A prickling sensation along Naila's spine made the mercenary rub her neck, unintentionally taking control from Lyra as she did, though the old Hytori didn't mind.
"You were there when I carved the scripts, when I placed the soul totems and linked the glyphs together." Lyra said aloud as she wandered toward one edge of the courtyard where intricately carved wood molding stretched from the corner to the nearest building's entrance. The carvings were more than decoration. They were scripts, glyphs made of screening and necromancy tied together with just a hint of soul magic. Glancing to the side Lyra saw a faintly glowing white stone, one of her soul totems, where it was embedded in the wall. The glyphs seemed to spiral out from those, trailing down and out in weaving patterns that were easily missed.
"This is a sanctuary. A place where I can be... free." She stepped back and moved toward the center of the courtyard where the stone pathways made another odd, intricate design around what would one day be small garden plots. Lyra paused at the center and knelt with a hand on the stone, "This is my domain, where my power flows freely. It is as close as I can come to a place truly my own."
In their soul space Naila nodded slowly, But why does it feel so weird. Even when you control my body I feel like my skin is covered with bugs.
"A sanctuary for the ephemeral is often discomforting to those of flesh and blood." Lyra said simply as she stood. She would have said more but a knock from the main entrance made her turn with a frown.