"Lyra." she raised an eyebrow, setting one hand on her hip. She did not like being referred to as 'my lady'. It sent a chill down her spine, and a sense of dread filled her soul. Something about those words... struck a chord within her, but as she tried to search her memories for the reason all she found was a blank emptiness. With a shake of her head, Lyra tried to put the thought from her mind, but she could not quite shake the unease that settled in her chest.
When Talon made his conjecture as to her craft Lyra almost laughed but held herself back. Her smile turned into a sneer as she shook her head.
"Pah'cal et Fiore." Her words dripped with disdain as she crossed her own arms. The words roughly translated to 'They might wish it', or 'they would envy such'. "I have seen what passes for the old ways." Disgust painted her face as she looked up at the glyphs on the ceiling, "It is like watching children play with food meant for kings." She almost spat to the side, such were her emotions welling deep within, but she refrained.
Anger, disgust, disappointment, and a deep, bone wrenching sadness swirled within, and for several seconds Lyra merely stared upward at the ceiling. She shouldn't feel this way. It did not make sense. She was the Whisper, King Breaker, the voice of madness and lust. At one time she was hailed as just short of a goddess herself, so why... why did she feel so broken? Had she not wanted those ancient people to suffer? Had she not planned to drown them all in a world of their own debaucheries? Lyrielle should not feel as if she wished to weep, just because the world she knew was gone.
"I am--" she paused, "I was a Dinor'afiel." her eyes came down to look at Talon, and she shrugged, turning slightly to look at the other wall of items, "Keeper of Secrets, Scribe of the Gods, Aetheric Chronicler. The meaning is somewhat lost on this tongue. I am one who records in the language of magic, pictographs, glyphs, and rituals. Among other things." It was almost humorous, though when she turned back around Lyra's eyes did not hold much amusement, "To compare us to what your people call Scriveners is... amusing."
Pointing up Lyra continued in a more neutral tone, "This schema is what we refer to as Thallium's Cage. It has a variety of uses and can be modified based on connecting glyphs, allowed space, and aetheric concentration. That is what this design is meant to be," she dropped her finger and rested both hands on her hips, turning in a circle and looking at the glyphs once more, "But the one who designed this was inexperienced."
"Does this interest you, Be'melar?" Completing her turn she faced Talon once more, one eyebrow raised, "In exchange for a glimpse into your process, I will share with you more if you wish."
