Frost 15, Year 123
[Closed - Pharaoh]
After attuning herself to the Element of Fire in the magma bloom patch, Hilana made her way towards the entrance to the Thalamum Draconum. She was hidden by her Mask of Midnight’s Mother to at least allow for herself to go around undetected, though without a doubt, the Sentinels that watched the entrance from the Praeventorium likely noticed her. But those that knew her probably also knew that she was going there today. Knowing that the political situations likely required an awful lot of time, Hilana had left a note for Sentinel Phocion via his attendant to leave word when she was heading back down, and he could do with that information what he willed.
His Exalted Majesty had told her to come alone, and so she had. Her snakes were tucked away. Her soror remained behind. While she wore her Mask, her Volumen was in her rucksack in the event that she needed it. She might well look at it later, if only to study the routes and pathways and satisfy her own curiosity and interest. Then again, the Dynasty may well see that as an intrusion on their privacy and look askance at it. Hilana would have to seek permission first, rather than ask for forgiveness later. That was never wise, not with dragons. That went right back to the advice that Princess Cithaera had given them before they had entered the Thalamum Draconum the last time: be not bold, be not familiar, and be not presumptuous. She did need to check herself from time to time, but there was no better time than to remind herself of that than now, before she made her way down.
She didn't have Kinetics to replicate what Phocion had done the last time they had started the descent into the Zalkyrian Dynasty's sanctuary, but she had discussed this at length in terms of theory with Athalia, and they had tested it to make sure Hilana wasn't going to end up roasted like a chicken in the oven down there without her Silver Steward. Attuning to fire allowed for her to utilize Deference, which, upon politely asking the spirits, the heat around her was toned down and brought into a manageable level. She had Prescience to grant her immunity to the element if she needed to, but Deference was certain to be enough. All the same, she had gotten herself pyrolyth dragonshard to help make sure that the heat level would be adequately moderated. The pyrolyth was in her hair, the tail of an etched dragon wrapped around it as it was securely pinned at the top of her braid. Her Mask of Midnight's Mother could also help, but she was not about to use it to suppress the heat unless all else failed.
She wondered if she could use her Ring of Traversion to get herself to where Princes Phocion and Arvaelyn, along with herself had last met Zalkyriax, but on the other hand... this gave her an opportunity to refresh her memory of the place, and with the growing shadows that joined her own, the Vastiana took the smaller pathway, just as they had last time, her long skirts swishing along as she went. She felt the heat more than she had last time, due to the differences between hers and Phocion's craft, but it wasn't unpleasant; the elements kept her from that, and she offered a silent thanks to His Divine Radiance once more for the Rune, and to Her Argent Luminescence for her Mask. Only once she made it to the antechamber did she release the Mask from cloaking her presence, smoothing her skirts on her hips and folding her hands behind her. She had no doubt they could surely pierce the veil of the shadows that gave her safety, and surely knew that she was there, but Hilana wasn't intending to hide herself from the vaunted Dynasty... only mortals who might otherwise wish to pry.
[Closed - Pharaoh]
After attuning herself to the Element of Fire in the magma bloom patch, Hilana made her way towards the entrance to the Thalamum Draconum. She was hidden by her Mask of Midnight’s Mother to at least allow for herself to go around undetected, though without a doubt, the Sentinels that watched the entrance from the Praeventorium likely noticed her. But those that knew her probably also knew that she was going there today. Knowing that the political situations likely required an awful lot of time, Hilana had left a note for Sentinel Phocion via his attendant to leave word when she was heading back down, and he could do with that information what he willed.
His Exalted Majesty had told her to come alone, and so she had. Her snakes were tucked away. Her soror remained behind. While she wore her Mask, her Volumen was in her rucksack in the event that she needed it. She might well look at it later, if only to study the routes and pathways and satisfy her own curiosity and interest. Then again, the Dynasty may well see that as an intrusion on their privacy and look askance at it. Hilana would have to seek permission first, rather than ask for forgiveness later. That was never wise, not with dragons. That went right back to the advice that Princess Cithaera had given them before they had entered the Thalamum Draconum the last time: be not bold, be not familiar, and be not presumptuous. She did need to check herself from time to time, but there was no better time than to remind herself of that than now, before she made her way down.
She didn't have Kinetics to replicate what Phocion had done the last time they had started the descent into the Zalkyrian Dynasty's sanctuary, but she had discussed this at length in terms of theory with Athalia, and they had tested it to make sure Hilana wasn't going to end up roasted like a chicken in the oven down there without her Silver Steward. Attuning to fire allowed for her to utilize Deference, which, upon politely asking the spirits, the heat around her was toned down and brought into a manageable level. She had Prescience to grant her immunity to the element if she needed to, but Deference was certain to be enough. All the same, she had gotten herself pyrolyth dragonshard to help make sure that the heat level would be adequately moderated. The pyrolyth was in her hair, the tail of an etched dragon wrapped around it as it was securely pinned at the top of her braid. Her Mask of Midnight's Mother could also help, but she was not about to use it to suppress the heat unless all else failed.
She wondered if she could use her Ring of Traversion to get herself to where Princes Phocion and Arvaelyn, along with herself had last met Zalkyriax, but on the other hand... this gave her an opportunity to refresh her memory of the place, and with the growing shadows that joined her own, the Vastiana took the smaller pathway, just as they had last time, her long skirts swishing along as she went. She felt the heat more than she had last time, due to the differences between hers and Phocion's craft, but it wasn't unpleasant; the elements kept her from that, and she offered a silent thanks to His Divine Radiance once more for the Rune, and to Her Argent Luminescence for her Mask. Only once she made it to the antechamber did she release the Mask from cloaking her presence, smoothing her skirts on her hips and folding her hands behind her. She had no doubt they could surely pierce the veil of the shadows that gave her safety, and surely knew that she was there, but Hilana wasn't intending to hide herself from the vaunted Dynasty... only mortals who might otherwise wish to pry.
