The Measure of Wisdom
Thirty-First Day of the Tenth Month 293 AC
Melisandre of Asshai made for far more interesting dinner conversation than eating with the court, Lya thought a touch guiltily as the older mage gave an account of fire magic before the Awakening over her plate of pomegranate chicken and herb salad, touching briefly on the painfully stringent limitations of ritual magic in those days. It was not really skipping out on her self-appointed duties to be eating in her chambers with only the Shadowbinder for company. She was
so close to deciphering the final chapter of the Light of Creation, the verses writ in flame that shifted with the eye of the beholder.
Already she was able to better understand how those born of smokeless flame could better grasp nuances in their tongue that had escaped her before, but the final truth, the cypher for which the text itself was named, still eluded her. It was the Fire of Creation, not merely the confluence of flame after all.
"Trying to outrace the day again, Lady Lya?" the Shadowbinder asked with perhaps a spark of humor in her eyes.
"The moonturn, actually," she replied. "I pledged that I would be done with the scroll by the end of this month and I mislike overstepping the time. There is
so much else to do."
"You are waiting for me to chastise you for rushing through life without taking the time to appreciate it, aren't you?" came the second question after a moment's silence.
"Something like that," Lya admitted, looking momentarily at her plate, the better to cut the piece of garlic torte.
"Old though I may be under R'hllor's light, I'm not quite so old as to look at diligence and call it folly," the Red Priestess sniffed. "If I had a means to be in two places at once, in two bodies at once thirty years ago, I would have taken it in a heartbeat. Truth be told I envy you..." She trailed off into the sound of silver clinking against porcelain.
"I'm afraid synchronizing bodies has to do with the architecture of the soul..." Lya began.
The laugh startled Lya, it was loud and not the least self-conscious, full of genuine mirth. "Not that, I could no more take up your art of shaping than you would take up shadow binding. Magic is more than a tool of convenience even in this new-born world where a merchant captain can buy an enchanted box to keep himself from eating fish and hardtack through the journey, our magic is who we are, the tale we tell the world and make true."
It was then that Lya realized just what she found intriguing about the red-robed priestess. It was not merely what lore she knew of magic and stories of distant shores upon which Lya had yet to tread, it was that she understood in her own way the wonder and the terror of the world and she was not afraid. "What do you envy, then?"
"Coming into yourself and your magic, in this age, in
this world." The older mage motioned to where one of Lya's ephemeral servitors was carrying in the desert tray. "That is the merest fraction, the merest spark of true sorcery, no one will know you by it, but in the glimmer of a spark might fire's tale be told. The people of this city might be wary of your power, but it does not fill them with that most pernicious dread of the unknown. An apprentice at your Scholarum can cast spells of the First Circle, you of the Eighth, a scale by which to measure is no small thing."
"I see myself in them too sometimes, myself when I was... gods, seven-and-ten, the age Viserys is now." The young sorceress shook her head. "It really does sound ridiculous to say it like that."
"Age is only a number, a measuring stick," the priestess shrugged.
"A moment's spark, the measure of eternal flame. That's it..." Lya's words trailed off as her mind turned away from the present and back to the memory of the scroll, the final piece of the puzzle slotting in place. "Were you doing that on purpose? Using just the right words to call my attention to the key?"
"Usually this would be my cue to nod sagely and play the part of mysterious Wisdom," Melisandre replied with a smile that was somehow more honest, or perhaps merely more human than any Lya had seen on her features before. "But there isn't much point in playing our parts for each other here behind the curtain, is there? No, I simply realized you were the sort to peer a little too closely at the scroll, looking for hints in every detail, and that you might need some distance before you could come upon the answer. The merit is wholly yours, Wisdom Lya..."
"Just Lya will do," the Braavosi mage said as she rushed off back to the library to read again the fateful passage... and then to speak, from a spark lit in the hand a was candle lit and from its brightness a
newborn spirit, forged just this moment from the wilds of the Endless Furnace and drawn into the world under the sun.
Lya gains Mastery of the Light of Creation: -35% material cost of Conjuration (Calling) spells as long as the being called has the Fire type; +7 Insight Bonus to Diplomacy attempts with Outsiders with the Fire type;
Lya gains Sacred Pyromancy: The ability to craft and alter Spirits of Fire through Ritual
OOC: Well this was a long time coming. From the start I imagined this as a complementary ability to the Flesh-Forge since it allows the creation and modification of Outsiders. Outside of very simple elementals like the one Lya just made creating from scratch is very complex and time consuming, but making templates and other alterations is simpler and you have a growing community of Phoenixes, Azer, Ifrit, and other elemental beings of fire to draw on. Btw, Lya was by no means guaranteed to make the third DC on the first try. She rolled 1d20+ 8 (INT) +4 (Melisandre's aid/half her Wisdom Bonus)+1d6 (Mythic Surge) and had to hit DC 30.