40th of Frost, Year 119
It had been three days of... near total confusion. His body had not reacted well to initiation; he was confused, often stirred into a panic, and riled by the slightest of visual or audible cues. Lethiril spoke to him often, as did Eloise; for the first day, however, only one person came to his mind: Riven. Taelian called on him frequently, pleading fairly emotionally - particularly for him - to be returned to his arlaed's side. He missed him terribly; they had not seen one another often in the last fortnight, and when they had, the Elf had been somewhat perturbed by the dreaded notion of things seemingly so near to them; like Talon, and his role in the Kathar's life.
But he did not even remember that. Nor Talon himself, only a looming feeling of worry that he could not place. Taelian struggled aimlessly for the first day, though when the second came he felt immeasurably relieved. He recognized Lethiril in the morning, and by the afternoon, Eloise. He understood that the woman had initiated him into a new 'art' as he described it; the Rune of Transposition, which had been woven across the flat of his palm.
He looked to the Rune. It was pretty; nearly ivory in color, just like the shade she had drawn it in. He wondered if that was intentional, or if the magic always expressed that shade.
Still, he did not feel well. He felt... drained, often nauseous, often tormented by migraines. He slept through another day, largely, though by the morning he currently wandered through the Elf felt immeasurably better and more secure.
"Leth," he called out, seeking his friend. "Come."
And, as he deciphered from the incoming heavy steps across the wooden floor, Lethiril quickly followed his call. Before long, the frame of the slate-blue colored Dratori was looming through his doorway.
"Lethiril, I want to learn," he said. "Transposition: I want to learn. It will help connect me to... to him. My Arlaed. Isn't that a wonderful thing?" he asked, offering the other man a soft and unassuming smile.
Lethiril smiled in return, though it was somewhat half-baked. He looked... stressed. "It is," he replied. "Shall I grab Eloise?"
"Yes," Taelian responded. "I'd like to see her. She is... a very interesting woman," he said. "I believe, from her, that I might learn quite a lot."
