11-19-2019, 08:09 PM
Always, always had Eyas looked into others. Seen past their veil, as she liked to call it. Their memories persay, more than that really because she can see a clarity that sometimes evades even the memory-holder. Her whole life she hadn’t known anything different, since Gale had grown with her in their mother’s womb and come out into this world as her equal, sharing and taking from her as equally as she had shared and taken from him. But to have this stranger; to have Set not only look into her but force Eyas' head around and come with was… incredible.
The invisible grasp of his power is sudden, yet Eyas welcomes it like the student she truly is. He seems decisive and knowledgeable in his actions and she admires this quietly to herself, knowing that everything she thinks or feels will likewise be understood by him. He becomes the puppeteer, marionetting her spirit towards the dwelling place of her inborn power and Eyas goes willingly, accepting the pain that comes with it in order to better understand herself.
As souls, she cannot say that existence feels differently from this perspective but seeing Set like this, untethered and what she would describe as a “raw” formation of himself, is enlightening to the young pupil. Were she anything of an expert on spirits or the manifestation of them, she would judge this Set based on what she sees from their plane of magic and not any physical form he chose to shape-shift into: This Set is actually quite lovely to her, quite mysterious and much less imposing.
But then she turns to where he beckons, observing the coils of her own essence and the strange, magical threads woven through it. Her immortality looks like a bronze core in an otherwise white light, shielded prettily by something see-through. My invisibility! She would laugh if she could, but Eyas looks on. When her vision aligns with what Set growls at, she understands: the writhing, chaotic power makes her uneasy as well. The magician gives her warning which Eyas heeds nervously, taking a final look at something else unexplainable before they return to their fleshy bodies.
“Like a thief in the night.” The pegasus hen mutters through a dry mouth, holding still a moment longer to memorize the lesson he’s implanted. Feel the connection, she focuses on the door, easing it open and gazing into his eyes, cunning trumps force. Regardless, the manipulative grasp finds nothing; Set’s already put up defenses. It’s practice only, and it works. She smirks. “Curse the Gods I fucking heard ya the first time. Let’s go.”
Sagging, the limp and tired mare moved to join her instructor at a comfortable distance. He could lead and she would follow willingly. “Hey but there was something else back there.” Eyas changed her tone to a contemplative hum, “Like a mist or something, it was black. Did you see it? Is that… normal?” She worried briefly. Was it a black mark? She wondered, like a sin or wrongdoing on her soul?
It never occurred to Eyas that something more sinister would find root in her life.
@[Set] Thank you for bearing with me through all her boring self-discovery stuff and Set is the #1 teacher in all of Beqanna.
The invisible grasp of his power is sudden, yet Eyas welcomes it like the student she truly is. He seems decisive and knowledgeable in his actions and she admires this quietly to herself, knowing that everything she thinks or feels will likewise be understood by him. He becomes the puppeteer, marionetting her spirit towards the dwelling place of her inborn power and Eyas goes willingly, accepting the pain that comes with it in order to better understand herself.
As souls, she cannot say that existence feels differently from this perspective but seeing Set like this, untethered and what she would describe as a “raw” formation of himself, is enlightening to the young pupil. Were she anything of an expert on spirits or the manifestation of them, she would judge this Set based on what she sees from their plane of magic and not any physical form he chose to shape-shift into: This Set is actually quite lovely to her, quite mysterious and much less imposing.
But then she turns to where he beckons, observing the coils of her own essence and the strange, magical threads woven through it. Her immortality looks like a bronze core in an otherwise white light, shielded prettily by something see-through. My invisibility! She would laugh if she could, but Eyas looks on. When her vision aligns with what Set growls at, she understands: the writhing, chaotic power makes her uneasy as well. The magician gives her warning which Eyas heeds nervously, taking a final look at something else unexplainable before they return to their fleshy bodies.
“Like a thief in the night.” The pegasus hen mutters through a dry mouth, holding still a moment longer to memorize the lesson he’s implanted. Feel the connection, she focuses on the door, easing it open and gazing into his eyes, cunning trumps force. Regardless, the manipulative grasp finds nothing; Set’s already put up defenses. It’s practice only, and it works. She smirks. “Curse the Gods I fucking heard ya the first time. Let’s go.”
Sagging, the limp and tired mare moved to join her instructor at a comfortable distance. He could lead and she would follow willingly. “Hey but there was something else back there.” Eyas changed her tone to a contemplative hum, “Like a mist or something, it was black. Did you see it? Is that… normal?” She worried briefly. Was it a black mark? She wondered, like a sin or wrongdoing on her soul?
It never occurred to Eyas that something more sinister would find root in her life.
@[Set] Thank you for bearing with me through all her boring self-discovery stuff and Set is the #1 teacher in all of Beqanna.
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