While Ethril's body was where it was, his spiritual form had entered the Astral Sea. His body was not moving, except for his breath, and he seemed to have locked his large frame into the position it was in, though there was no unusual tension in his muscles, and his hands remained where they were, calmly palm up, in the meditative pose. But what the Seer was searching for in... what he was looking at... was being brought up to the crystal ball between them. His words may have sounded far away, and spiritually, he was. He was observing the River of Time, having followed the Subject and Purpose. That one of the women had given him an exact date made his job easier, and in some ways, harder. Having that detail was helpful, though sorting through the River to find it made for a more complicated Viewing.
But the Orkhan was not new to this; and he was patient. Lykos' words of affirmation confirmed for him that this was what the draegir had been looking for for the last several months, trying to understand that which he could not recall. Trying to find some clues or cues as to who he was, what he had been, where he had come from. Ethril could sense the Rathari's distress about this, even if he had come to accept it over the seasons that had passed since then. One did not need to be a Seer to empathize with his plight, but if there was one thing Ethril could do... it was help to assuage that suffering and help him find the answers that he needed.
The chill was in the room still, or at least, emitting from the orb between them. He could see inside of the cave now, Hilana helping him up, and receiving his now name. Lykos. Light and Wolf, suitable for the way his nimbus lit up like the northern lights when it was active. It was fitting now, especially since he had a stronger grasp on the Solunarian tongue in order to better understand it. Reassurances that he could come to their home, and the portal made by the girl with the ring. Grace under fire, despite the presence of Myshala, who had left before he had been woken up.
But as Ethril went a bit further back... on the table, the orb seemed to go black. Lykos could hear the chittering of mandibles and many many legs as the sensation of spiders crawling all over him assaulted every sense that he had. He could swear that there was that webbing on his exposed skin, sticking and stringy and shudder-inducing. Every nerve in him seemed to scream and react in a rather visceral fashion. "Stay strong," he heard Ethril's gentle encouragement. "And stay the course. We must confront this feeling in order to See and understand." What would happen if Lykos lifted his hands off of the Seer's? Did he dare find out?
Was this some test of Myshala's, guarding the Bargain that he had made, willingly, if under duress at the time? Because this had the hallmark of the Mistlord of Flesh all over it.
