Kilvin's Forge, Kalzasi
70th of Frost, Year 121 Steel
Kala had come that morning to relieve Torin's lover, having been through an initiation to the Rune of Semblance herself. Her own hadn't had many a hitch, but Torin seemed not to be handling it well. The exhausted redhead had gone to sleep in another room and was going to seek other friends of Torin to help him through, which seemed wise to her. She had brought food, which was packed to keep warm and resting nearby in case he woke up hungry. In the meantime, she was sitting at his bedside, reading from a book. It was an adventure story, purely for pleasure. She spent so much time reading texts and ledgers that this was a relief. He likely couldn't hear her well enough to understand, but she hoped the calm sound of a familiar voice would at least keep his anxieties from spiking while asleep.
She was a bit weary herself. The previous night's party had been a success, though, so she didn't mind being a bit slower than normal. Kaus was keeping an eye on Timon, and she would let him know when she returned home whether it was safe for him to come back to his home. The boy was worried, which was wise; magic could be dangerous. The boy also seemed to trust Torin's lover and the twins, though he had chafed a bit at not being allowed to tend to his master, a loyalty she found endearing.
The young Avialae had her own Semblance activated, both to gauge Torin's state and to shield him from her own Runes, which might confuse his burgeoning new senses. In his sleep, he seemed stable, though there were strange warps to his pattern, as though there had been a cascade of chaos that was only just beginning to correct itself. Apparently, something had upset him; she hoped that when he woke, it would have passed.
"Hm," she murmured thoughtfully as she took a sip of water. Perhaps she ought to try to communicate with the ghost while she was here, the better to prevent another strange phenomenon from upsetting the runesmith.
.70th of Frost, Year 121 Steel
Kala had come that morning to relieve Torin's lover, having been through an initiation to the Rune of Semblance herself. Her own hadn't had many a hitch, but Torin seemed not to be handling it well. The exhausted redhead had gone to sleep in another room and was going to seek other friends of Torin to help him through, which seemed wise to her. She had brought food, which was packed to keep warm and resting nearby in case he woke up hungry. In the meantime, she was sitting at his bedside, reading from a book. It was an adventure story, purely for pleasure. She spent so much time reading texts and ledgers that this was a relief. He likely couldn't hear her well enough to understand, but she hoped the calm sound of a familiar voice would at least keep his anxieties from spiking while asleep.
She was a bit weary herself. The previous night's party had been a success, though, so she didn't mind being a bit slower than normal. Kaus was keeping an eye on Timon, and she would let him know when she returned home whether it was safe for him to come back to his home. The boy was worried, which was wise; magic could be dangerous. The boy also seemed to trust Torin's lover and the twins, though he had chafed a bit at not being allowed to tend to his master, a loyalty she found endearing.
The young Avialae had her own Semblance activated, both to gauge Torin's state and to shield him from her own Runes, which might confuse his burgeoning new senses. In his sleep, he seemed stable, though there were strange warps to his pattern, as though there had been a cascade of chaos that was only just beginning to correct itself. Apparently, something had upset him; she hoped that when he woke, it would have passed.
"Hm," she murmured thoughtfully as she took a sip of water. Perhaps she ought to try to communicate with the ghost while she was here, the better to prevent another strange phenomenon from upsetting the runesmith.
