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- The statue of Lantra, the Lady Mediatrix shines with soothing light as an immaculate stone basin
- slowly fills with luminous waters from the Font of Fortitude.
- "Drink," a calm, feminine voice echoes through the chamber, "and know of Hope, and that strength
- which refuses to be extinguished by despair."
- The luminous, sparkling waters bring a calm clarity to your mind as you receive a vision of the Lady
- Lantra:
- "Thax! That is quite enough!" Meridian thunders, rushing to your side as you scream in pain. Like
- all Hamadhi, you were meant to learn the art of warfare and study it alongside the Seconds so that
- no more healers would be ambushed in the Elder Wars. When Thax had charged towards you with His
- spear, though, the loathing in His eyes was unmistakeable. "You tasked Me with teaching Her," He
- sneers, wrenching His blade from your shoulder. "Is She so weak as to be unable to bear the lesson?"
- Thax had called you that before, hadn't He? Weak. You cradle your wound, glaring up at Him as anger
- courses through you like holy flame. After the other Hamadhi have tended your injuries and you
- return, Thax is nowhere to be seen. Instead, it is Hajamin who greets you to spar. Neither of you
- speak of the incident, but when He asks you to wield a weapon, without hesitation you claim the
- spear. You will master it, as you have mastered all other pain. You swear it.
- Avaris's fingers curl upon the basin with such force that they creak in protest,
- the chitin grinding against the stone as a baleful, bloody red flares and throbs through each of his
- markings, his antennae stiff and trembling.
- You think to yourself: Rage, thick and powerful as the swell of mighty currents, a sharp, glinting
- light of fury as he revisits the imparted memory, over and over, weaving the sensation into his own.
- Only when it is so firmly knitted in his mind as to be inseparable from the fabric of his mind does
- he allow himself time to process the thoughts. "The spear? I had not known She used any weapon at
- all - I do not recall seeing any iconography depicting such. It is good, that She is strong, in body
- as She is in will, and heart."
- You think to yourself: "When I grow to the fullness of my potential, She will not need to take up
- the spear again. I will be Her weapon."
- Avaris's grip upon the rim of the basin eases, as he lets out a slow breath.
- You think to yourself: "The other Fonts await."
- "Drink," a calm, feminine voice echoes through the chamber, "and know of Faith, and that which
- guides a purposeful existence."
- As the waters quiet, an immaculate stone basin vanishes in a flash of blessed light, returning once
- more to your hands.
- You take a long draught of water, hoping to quench your thirst.
- The luminous, sparkling waters bring a calm clarity to your mind as you receive a vision of the Lady
- Lantra:
- You concentrate upon the familiar scent of moss and you chant your healing words before the stone
- altar; in response, vines flower over the stone and the domothean crystals pulse with auron
- energies. Hajamin winces, but you reassure Him: "It is a shallow wound." Even so, healing one of the
- Golden Circle is a task the Firsts entrust to few; to fail here would be to lose that trust. "My
- blade hesitated," Hajamin admits, to Himself more than you. "Hunting the wild Half-Formed is... a
- task I do not relish." His eyes implore you for penance, for He is not like Shikari, who glorified
- in the bloodshed and the slaughter. Your heart breaks for Him. "Not all suffering can be avoided,"
- you say gently. "But at least I can spare yours."
- Holding the basin within the threefold cup of all his hands but his upper right,
- Avaris lifts his free one to brush across the gleaming white of his armoured breast, head lowering.
- You think to yourself: "Ah, my good Lady. Such capacity for kindness. Your heart is fit to eclipse
- the Sun and stars. You are beyond me, in this."
- The statue of Lantra, the Empyreal shines with muted light as an immaculate stone basin slowly fills
- with luminous waters from the Font of Wisdom.
- "Drink," a calm, feminine voice echoes through the chamber, "and know of Truth, and that which
- pursues knowledge with humility."
- The luminous, sparkling waters bring a calm clarity to your mind as you receive a vision of the Lady
- Lantra:
- You can sense Elfenhoala behind your healing mound; the Goddess's pity is cloying, unbearable and
- infuriating. "Lantra, I heard what happened to Rhapsody," She whispers, tenderly taking your hands
- in Hers. As if Her touch is fire, you shove Her away to resume your work. "You shouldn't be here,"
- you say, drawing your veil close. "If you are not of the Hamadhi, leave." A harsh silence falls
- between you. The moment Rhapsody's name leaves your lips - the moment you allow Her loss to become
- real and tangible - you will be useless. In that moment, you will be broken, and no one will be able
- heal you. You have seen grief enough to know this. "You've changed, Lan," Elfenhoala murmurs at
- last, withdrawing. You see the pain and concern shining in Her bright eyes but acknowledge neither.
- "Yes," you agree softly. "The war changed all of Us." The loss of a friend stings in its own way,
- however quietly.
- The feathered banners of Avaris's antennae wilt, drooping listlessly to drape back
- across his thick ruff, the azure teardrops of his eyes deepening to a sorrowful, rich blue.
- You think to yourself: A more complicated tapestry of emotions, this time, a complex array of grief
- for a heart not his own, of sorrow - and the thin, razor-fine strands of shining, silvery anger at
- those that wounded Her so deeply, that took from the world, from Her, something so precious. As each
- layer falls into place, it coalesces into something hard and unyielding, a coldly gleaming surface
- of polished argent metal - He would keep such harm, such grief, from Her. She has suffered more than
- enough. Better, by far, that he be the one to be wounded in Her stead.
- Looking upon the statue of the Empyreal, Avaris studies Her form for a long time,
- his expression inscrutable. He takes a single step forward, so that he stands with an arm's reach of
- the sculpture - and extends a hand, as if to lay it upon Her shoulder in a gesture of...Comfort?
- Solidarity? Companionship? Whatever possible sentiment he intends to convey is lost, however, as his
- hand slows, hovering above the cool surface without ever touching. At length, he withdraws, and
- lowers his head, before turning.
- The statue of Lantra, the White shines with immaculate light as an immaculate stone basin slowly
- fills with luminous waters from the Font of Purity.
- The luminous, sparkling waters bring a calm clarity to your mind as you receive a vision of the Lady
- Lantra:
- Mother names you Lantra, and says that you were born to restore that which would be broken in this
- world. "Where there is death," She tells you, "there shall always be life, too." She does not ask
- you to follow Her, and yet Her song is irresistable, compelling you across the planar sheaths to
- witness the birth of thousands upon thousands of Star Gods. Many Elders stay to watch Their siblings
- be born, but Their interest fades once Mother leaves Their creche for another; of those who remain,
- few watch as intently as you. You Elders who follow Dynara to the far reaches of the world become
- kindred spirits, tasked to understand the balance between all things. You call yourselves the
- Hamadhi.
- Avaris contemplates the memory in silence for a span of time that stretches on in
- silence, his faceted eyes lowered to look within the basin, though they are turned within.
- You think to yourself: "Kindred spirits..." A memory, withdrawn from the vaults of his mind with
- great care, and held before his mind's eye as a pane of artully crafted, stained glass - A card, of
- sorts, depicting Her within the Fulcrux, effulgent with Divine radiance as She looks down upon a
- kneeling form with a benign, beatific smile - the curve of Her lips small, soft, but not weak. Never
- that. "I wonder, beloved Lady, are we kindred spirits, now? Does our anger resonate, the desire for
- purity, for the Light? Or do I fool myself as a lovelorn sop does, twisting simple kindness into
- grand imaginings to prop up the heart?"
- Avaris sets the basin within the awaiting hands of the statue with a depth of
- reverence to beggar even the most zealous priest, his touch tender, his head dipped with quiet
- respect.
- You think to yourself: "I know You a little better, now, my Lady. Every glimpse You grant me of
- Yourself is a gift - and I treasure them, one and all. Thank You, from the depths of my heart."
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