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- Kneeling humbly, you press your palms together before you and close your eyes momentarily as you
- pray devoutly to Lantra, the Empyreal, "[A reluctant, tentative presence, much dimmed and subdued.]
- Lady Empyreal. You are...Very kind to bestow Your favour upon me, but I ask that You rescind it.
- Please. I am undeserving of such a mark. Thank You. I hope that You are well.".
- Motes of white light coalesce about you in arcs of brilliant starlight, coaxing you to the Font of
- Wisdom.
- You think to yourself: Immense reluctance, warring with an inexorable sense of duty - And being
- crushed.
- The Font of Wisdom.
- This shadowy, water-filled alcove is filled with the gentle susurrus of running water, for cascading
- waterfalls rain over its smooth stone walls in a symphony of aquatic sound. A procession of water
- lotuses, each lit by a single, luminous star, raise their stems high above the surface of sparkling
- water as they surround a statue of Lantra, the Empyreal, Her inscrutable expression veiled from view
- as She folds Her hands in quiet contemplation. Seven starry jewels crown the Goddess's brow,
- mimicking domothean crystal as they emit an eerie light that dapples the shimmering walls. From
- where the light touches stone, faint constellations twinkle into view, drawing a sidereal path
- across the walls that leads through the Void-black stone to the west, as if charting a way back to
- the Basin of Life.
- You see exits leading northeast, southeast, and west.
- Luminous star lotuses brighten the flowing waters of the Font of Wisdom as a calm, feminine voice
- emanates from the statue of Lantra, the Empyreal, "Light's blessings upon you, My Avaris."
- All but dragging his feet, Avaris enters with his head downcast, fidgeting with his
- hands. He lowers himself to a knee, adopting the familiar posture of reverence - Save that his hands
- are not pressed to his chest, as usual, but placed palm-down upon his thighs. "And You, Lady."
- Luminous star lotuses brighten the flowing waters of the Font of Wisdom as a calm, feminine voice
- emanates from the statue of Lantra, the Empyreal, "I sense you possess great reluctance in speaking
- with Me."
- Avaris does not answer for a time, visibly wrestling with some inner thought as his
- antennae writhe and twist like maddened snakes, lashing at one another. Choosing his words with
- obvious care, he replies, "I mean no offense, Lady. Truly."
- Luminous star lotuses brighten the flowing waters of the Font of Wisdom as a calm, feminine voice
- emanates from the statue of Lantra, the Empyreal, "It is not offense you evoke in Me, Avaris, but
- concern."
- Luminous star lotuses brighten the flowing waters of the Font of Wisdom as a calm, feminine voice
- emanates from the statue of Lantra, the Empyreal, "Do you fear you have displeased Me?"
- In the midst of shaking his head, Avaris aborts the attempt, hesitating, then jerks
- his chin down in a truncated nod. In a voice so quiet that it is barely above a murmur, the chorus
- of his words laced with a combination of dread and other, darker feelings, he affirms, "Always.
- Always that, Lady."
- You think to yourself: This Goddess is too good for him. She ever has been.
- Luminous star lotuses brighten the flowing waters of the Font of Wisdom as a calm, feminine voice
- emanates from the statue of Lantra, the Empyreal, "You judge yourself with the solemnity and weight
- of an entire Triumvirate."
- Luminous star lotuses brighten the flowing waters of the Font of Wisdom as a calm, feminine voice
- emanates from the statue of Lantra, the Empyreal, "Is your transgression so unforgivable to warrant
- such distance from Me?"
- Avaris rubs his hands against the golden plating of his thighs, the motion
- subconscious, as if trying to rid himself of some clinging stain. "I am sorry, Lady. I do not mean
- to be so arrogant. I know that I could never judge with the wisdom of a Triumvirate." The second
- question causes silence to wrap about him like a heavy cloak, bowing his shoulders slowly, but
- surely. "I..."
- You think to yourself: He sees fit to judge all around him, does he not? Why then, should he be
- spared the weighing? It is not wonder that he is found wanting, ever wanting.
- Voice resonating with choral harmonics, you say, "I do not wish to upset You, or...Or argue, Lady.
- Not again."
- Luminous star lotuses brighten the flowing waters of the Font of Wisdom as a calm, feminine voice
- emanates from the statue of Lantra, the Empyreal, "My Avaris, it is only you who has felt Our
- conversation prior was an argument. You have not upset Me. If you had, the glaring light of My
- displeasure would be clear enough that there would be no hiding from it."
- Avaris bows further forward still, bending at the waist in penitence, shoulders
- hunching close. "Yes, Lady. I should not presume to know Your feelings. I am sorry, Lady."
- Luminous star lotuses brighten the flowing waters of the Font of Wisdom as a calm, feminine voice
- emanates from the statue of Lantra, the Empyreal, "You are ever the penitent, and yet I wonder at
- what sin you seek to atone before Me."
- Avaris's fingers arch slowly, the pointed tips grating across the aureate surface
- of his chitin, leaving barely discernible trails of scored, flaking gold in their wake.
- You think to yourself: How can he pick just one? Them all, of course. Would Atonement's blade
- scourge him of them? Perhaps he will find out, one day, if he is true to form.
- Voice resonating with choral harmonics, you say, "Whichever You desire, Lady. It is Your right."
- Luminous star lotuses brighten the flowing waters of the Font of Wisdom as a calm, feminine voice
- emanates from the statue of Lantra, the Empyreal, "I have witnessed countless agonies, pains and
- maladies, My Avaris. I know enough of scars to not think less of those who possess them."
- A flicker of confusion passes across the seven, gem-like eyes studded into Avaris's
- visored countenance, their luster dimmed. "I..I know that You would not, Lady. You are better than
- that."
- The gentle waters of the Font of Wisdom pool forth in arcs of water and light, soothing and calming
- even amidst the ever present doubts that plague your weary mind.
- Her tone calm and patient, Her hands gently extended to your own, Lantra, the Empyreal says, "Take
- My hand, Avaris."
- Her slight and statuesque figure exuding a sense of restrained dignity, She is a radiant immortal
- and possessed of a quiet and unassuming stillness. The Goddess's olive-skinned complexion shines
- with the dusky radiance of youth, and yet the ancient burden of duty weighs heavily upon Her
- shoulders, carried with a silent and practised grace. Lost to contemplation, She appraises Her
- surroundings with a distant air; the grey-tinged gaze of Her celadon blue eyes remains as fathomless
- and inscrutable as the hazy mists of a waterfall. Despite the seriousness of Her first impressions,
- however, a gentle smile graces Her lips with an almost maternal tenderness. Her every movement is
- characterised of an unhurried elegance and poise, reflective of an inner peace as She emanates a
- soothing white light.
- Shimmering tresses of palest starlight spill down Her shoulders in a curtain of white to end at Her
- waist, nary a strand out of place. Motes of silver and celadon blue interweave through Her
- immaculate coif, their whispers of colour evoking a breathtaking celestial radiance.
- She is wearing:
- immaculate vestments of purest white starlight that wreathe Her in a celestial glow
- a cascading veil of mist and water lilies that shrouds Her and trails at Her feet
- elevated sandals of woven willow leaves that leave lambent motes with each step
- a gold damask cope clasped with a radiant star lotus that covers Her shoulders in a heavy mantle
- a bracelet of woven water and starlight shimmering upon Her wrist.
- There is a brief, subtle cessation of the tightening coil of tension in Avaris's
- frame as Lantra's presence soothes him - But at being bid to take Lantra's hand, his entire body
- clenches, fingers curling tight as he shakes his head fervently from side to side in small, almost
- panicked motions. Pulling all four of his hands closer to him, and then hiding them behind his back,
- his voice is rife with gentle torture as he pleads, "Please, Lady. Do not command me thus. They are
- stained. I don't- I can't...I /will not/ soil You with my sins, with unworthiness. Please."
- You think to yourself: The familiar, comforting wash of the Lady's gentle waters has ever been a
- balm to his hurts, self-inflicted and otherwise, and this is no different - Save that this time, he
- struggles against the influence, as if unwilling to tarnish it.
- There is a restrained quality to the stoic grace of Lantra as She watches you, Her expression
- inscrutable behind the veil of mist and starlight that shrouds much of Her face from view.
- Nonetheless Her hand remains patiently outstretched, undaunted by the statements as the Goddess
- heeds them, and dismisses them as water rushing over an unyielding stone.
- Gently, patiently, Lantra, the Empyreal says, "Take My hand, Avaris."
- The manner in which Avaris's resistance to the quietly insistent hand bends is that
- of a steel rod subject to terrible, inexorable force - Bending and warping to the inevitability that
- he will obey Lantra, no matter how he might struggle. His upper right hand is pulled from behind his
- back, trembling as if straining against some unseen force as he extends it, palm-down. On the cusp
- of brushing Lantra's outstretched hand, he begs with one last, agonised whisper of, "Please."
- Barely visible behind the misty veil, Lantra's gaze flickers towards yours, and in Her gentle
- celadon eyes shines a quiet, unshakable determination: a fiercely iron will that only thousands of
- years can instill in any being. Such a stoic will shall not yield for you, nor any other being --
- Elder or mortal. This time the Goddess says nothing in reply as She merely awaits you with Her hand
- outstretched, the plea heard and once more disregarded. Her command is implicit in its silence.
- Avaris is no more able to refuse Lantra than a falling leaf can subvert the will of
- gravity, though it might struggle and flutter in its desperate fall. The bloody streaks of his
- antennae fall limp, defeated, even as the barely glowing eyes of his wings squeeze themselves shut
- as if bracing for a blow not yet delivered. Wavering, shivering as if clenched in the merciless grip
- of dire cold, the pointed talons of the kephera's gauntleted hand close around Lantra's, barely
- making contact with Lantra's form as they rest upon the outer edges of Lantra's hand - His own
- tented awkwardly as he strives, still, to keep the bloody, seething marks of his shame from so much
- as brushing against Lantra.
- You think to yourself: A flash of words from a faded, much-read page, beneath a stylised image of an
- armoured warrior kneeling before a radiant woman. 'The Knight obeys the Lady.'
- The sensation of the Goddess's hand is like water quenching flame, as cool and gentle as it is
- bracing. With a practised gentleness, Lantra's fingertips brush across your palm, and with Her every
- featherlight touch, your body cries out in a reprieve from the pain of the mark that bleeds across
- your open hands. "The Even-Bladed rarely engages mortals in combat," She says, either to Herself or
- to you -- it is difficult to glean. "Were you merely an irritant in Her eyes, She might have slain
- you in a single blow."
- =Avaris's palm twitches at Lantra's touch, flinching as if seeking to escape the
- soothing caress, yet daring - Unable - to do so. Every faint contact of Lantra's fingers upon his
- chitin sends a shiver down along his arm, his vast form quivering in a frisson of confused, tangled
- emotion, as a steel beam struck a resonating blow. Though his face is cast down towards the floor,
- and the constellation of his light-forged eyes is still formed of tightly shut lines of dull
- luminescence, there are a number of tiny markings that cannot help but thieve furtive, fearfully
- adoring glances of Lantra. Quietly, his voice made all the more peculiar for the roiling,
- conflicting sentiments it conveys, he says, "I think that Her rage was so great that She went for
- Her weapons instinctively, Lady. It is nothing but a sign of the depth of how I angered Her."
- You think to yourself: Inside, he is a maelstrom of tangled, writhing emotions, blurring together
- into a confused swirl that calms into languid eddies one moment, then jerks into chaos once more,
- only to be soothed by Her influence. The bittersweet irony of one of his most preciously guarded
- wishes coming to fruition is a sharp tang, at once ineffably wondrous, and torturous. Finally, he
- has felt Her touch upon him, the whisper-light caress of Her fingers along his carapace, Her hand in
- his - But he had never wanted to do so like this. Not in shame, not with his hands stained red with
- his wrongness.
- "Perhaps," Lantra says softly, but She does not dwell upon the confession as She rests Her hands
- upon yours, Her touch bereft of warmth as it evokes instead the cooling touch of a balm pressed upon
- an exposed wound. So long as Her contact remains, all the misery of the pain is quelled. "Why do you
- suppose I asked you to meet Me at the Font of Wisdom, Avaris?" the Empyreal asks, the question
- seemingly incongruent even as it naturally spills from Her lips.
- The response falls from Avaris with the immediacy of a nerve jerking a limb to
- twitch. "Because I lack it."
- There is a hint of a smile upon Lantra's lips that vanishes as swiftly as it is seen, Her voice
- lilting somewhat as She says, "And yet how is Wisdom gained, My Avaris?"
- This time, the reply is a struggle, as Avaris's lifeless antennae twitch and stir
- as he wrestles with the question for some time. The smile, fleeting as a shooting star, causes a
- sole, minute eye, at the farmost corner of the lowest wing, to widen with awe. "If I knew that,
- Lady, I do not think we would be here, like this. But..." A half-hearted shrug of his left shoulder,
- the spiked halo jerking up and down in a spasmodic motion. "By reflecting on matters. On mistakes.
- Learning from errors, from the missteps of yourself, and others. By listening to those Wiser than
- oneself."
- You think to yourself: The image of the suggestion of Her smile is carefully crafted into a large
- pane of stained glass, memory solidified with exacting detail, then stored reverently away in the
- vaults of his mind.
- As the Goddess nods in assent, the starlit veil parts ever so slightly to partially reveal Lantra's
- face, Her expression devoid of judgment as She focuses equally upon your words and the injury that
- has struck your hands. There is a softness to Her words as She says, "To seek knowledge is simpler
- than Wisdom. Much of Wisdom's journey is learned, I have found, through failure and futility. It is
- a road that is neither free of obstacles nor free of humiliation and shame, for to accept Wisdom is
- to accept what you do not know, and be faced with the limits of your own understanding."
- As the Goddess nods in assent, the starlit veil parts ever so slightly to partially reveal Lantra's
- face, Her expression devoid of judgment as She focuses equally upon your words and the injury that
- has struck your hands. There is a softness to Her words as She says, "To seek knowledge is simpler
- than Wisdom. Much of Wisdom's journey is learned, I have found, through failure and futility. It is
- a road that is neither free of obstacles nor free of humiliation and shame, for to accept Wisdom is
- to accept what you do not know, and be faced with the limits of your own understanding."
- Whatever response may have been formulating in Avaris unravels, all thought
- evaporating as, one by one, the countless eyes that dwell within his wings open to stare in awe-
- struck fascination at the glimpse past Lantra's veil, the stylised markings growing wide and round.
- He remains thus for a beat, then seems to realise that he has allowed silence to fall between them,
- and stumbles across his words as his brains struggles valiantly to recollect scattered thought. "I-
- That is, yes. Ah. Mm." He gives his head a tiny shake, as if seeking to clear dazzled vision, then
- tries once more. "Yes, Lady. I fear that my failure, this time, has severed the relationship with
- the Even Bladed, before it had even begun to truly form. I do not think She will forgive me."
- You think to yourself: The sheer, ineffable beauty of even that minute glimpse of Her visage, so
- close, and so /real/, is so radiant that all tangled thought simply dissipates, like fog before the
- majesty of dawn's light. He basks in it, for a time, before he comes to himself again, and the
- memory that he forms is a working of breathtaking, sidereal effulgence - The faintest echo of what
- She is, quietly locked away in the deepest, most secure portions of his mind, enshrined with
- reverent devotion.
- "With the art of healing comes many failures along with its successes," Lantra continues calmly. "It
- is the failures that linger with you, rattling the mind with their insistence that if only you had
- known more, if only you had acted differently, all would not have gone to ruin. And yet," She says,
- a distant thought clouding Her mind as She pauses, "with every failure comes the resolve to never
- make such a mistake again. Yet that resolve only comes, Avaris, when one is capable of forgiving
- oneself -- accepting what has occurred, and resolving to never allow it to occur again. In that way,
- pain is a great teacher." The Goddess weighs your words regarding the Even Bladed thoughtfully. "I
- cannot speak for My cousin's thoughts. I will say this. She holds this city in as much esteem as I,
- and should you serve it well, you may retain at least some of Her respect. And for the Second
- Circle, respect is of far more import than forgiveness. For you cannot forgive those whom you do not
- deem worth respecting. A significant offering to Her of esteem and a prayer of genuine apology would
- not be remiss, either."
- Avaris listens with rapt attention as the Goddess speaks, his chin lifting a
- fraction so that he looks upon the lower portion of Lantra's veiled countenance, the azure, polished
- surface of his inhuman eyes shining with mute adoration. When the steady, measured flow of Wisdom
- pauses, he nods, the dip of his pointed chin slow, contemplative as he absorbs Lantra's words.
- "Thank You for Your guidance, Lady." He hesitates, clearly struggling with something, and then
- confesses in a voice that is a peculiar mix of guilt and obdurate determination. "I can apologise
- for angering Her, but I cannot truthfully say that I am sorry for the question I asked." The hard,
- fluted armouring of his fingers tightens upon Lantra's hand, ever so slightly, as a quietly fierce
- heat seeps into the hushed hymn of his words. "I will do my duty.
- You think to yourself: The shame of bringing such rage to the Even Bladed, the fear and pain that
- the conflict engendered have done nothing to shake the foundation of what he has set himself to be,
- the cold, diamond core of his intent. He will shield Her from whatever he can, Elder or not. If it
- seeks to take his Lady away, he will kill it. Or he will have failed.
- A stillness emanates from Lantra as She listens, seemingly no less composed than the moment your
- audience with Her began. "You look upon Divine affairs with mortal eyes," She says -- a gentle
- statement veering on admonishment. "Our wars are not so visible, and Our loyalties not so cleanly
- divided as your carefully penned alliances. Life and Death does not exist for Us as it does for
- mortals. We cannot merely destroy that which We abhor or disdain. Nor can We easily rebuild what is
- destroyed and torn asunder."
- The words poised, even as they hang heavy from Her lips, Lantra, the Empyreal says, "Our end is in
- an consummation of Our very essence -- a devouring."
- "They are the only eyes I have." The admission is soft, tinged with many subtle
- hues of regret, sorrow and traces of frustration. Avaris listens to Lantra with the sober gravitas
- the words are due, his shoulders slowly growing slack as the Goddes speaks. Eventually, in a small
- voice, his light grasp on Lantra's hand weakening, he asks, "Then how can I..." With a sigh, he
- lowers his chin, the sharp, gleaming point sinking beneath the spray of his mane as he trails off.
- "Yes, Lady. I understand."
- You think to yourself: A foolish notion. One that he knew was a childish one, long since - Had he
- not said as much to Lady Lorina? Why, then, was it proving so hard to relinquish? She is a Goddess,
- and among the most ancient. What could he ever protect Her from? Foolish. Foolish.
- As the Goddess's hand quietly relinquishes yours, the cooling numbness of Her touch remains for a
- minute longer as Her fingertips lift your gaze to meet Hers. Lantra nods again, and this time the
- veil falls again to shroud Her face once more from view. "This reminder left upon your hands will
- vanish," She says, "and yet I sense you shall not forget it. May you learn from it. For I would not
- see you suffer such wounds again, if it were in My power."
- Avaris's fingers twitch as the contact with Lantra is severed, the sharp digits
- reflexively seeking to return to Lantra's touch, numbing as it may be - But they do not, instead
- curling in on themselves as he lowers his hand to his lap once more. As his gaze is lifted to
- Lantra's, he stares in helpless, besotted adulation, undisguised and plain to see, despite the
- immobile, featureless nature of his face. "Yes, Lady. I will try not to disappoint You. Thank You."
- You think to yourself: A twinge of piercing disappointment at the touch being withdrawn, alleviated
- by the cool, detached numbing that lingers afterwards.
- This time when Lantra smiles, the Goddess is all the more radiant despite the slightness of the
- gesture, even behind the translucent confines of Her veil. "You are welcome, My Avaris. May you know
- Wisdom, even within the places you least wish to find it."
- Lantra leans close to you and gently lays a kiss upon your forehead.
- You think to yourself: Again, for the third time, he crafts for himself a cherished memory, wrought
- of exquisitely detailed stained glass - The smile, a subtle wonder, an achingly elusive thing, ever
- out of reach, but ever striven for. There was, to him, nothing worth protecting more than that
- simple gesture. Nothing at all.
- Avaris's entire form shivers at the press of Divine lips to his brow, his vast
- frame trembling like a wire tapped by a gentle finger. He remains as he is for some time, kneeling,
- head held at the same angle as Her touch placed it in, as if savouring the moment. At last, though,
- he pushes himself to his feet, and this time, he does not wipe his palms upon his thighs, or hide
- them from view. He bows low to the statue, as deep as he is able, and maintains the posture for long
- minutes, before he rises, and walks slowly from the Font.
- You think to yourself: "What am I to make of myself now? I cannot be Her Knight. I cannot ward Her
- from...From anything. What does that make me? What am I to be?"
- You think to yourself: "Not something to decide today. Not today. When I have more Wisdom, perhaps
- then, then I will know."
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