Eldritch Knowledge, Simple Wisdom
First Day of the Eleventh Month 293 AC
Courage was a strange thing, Jeyne Weaver had found over the last few years. She had braved the high passes of the Mountains of the Moon, fought wights like something out of a fireside tale. She had
charged them, and nearly died in doing so, yet here she was looking at a door, hand raised yet not daring to knock. True, it was a very fine door, polished oak and brass fittings with the mark of a stylized eye worked into the wood. A door fit for the keep of the Dragon King, fit for a Companion. Part of her was afraid that he would just look on straight over her head and sweep her aside for more important business... and part of her was scared of what she might find out about herself and her strange magic. Even now, Jeyne trusted it instinctively,
reaching out with her mind to see if anyone meant her ill, even though she knew she was as safe here as in any other place in all the wide world.
The door opened without a sound and before she could muster the nerve to speak, or have time to turn tail and run, Wisdom Xor fixed her with all five of his eyes. A cold sweat washed over her, leaving Jeyne feeling shaky and light headed... She had never been this close to him in this form. The way his eye stalks wove through the air brought to mind a half remembered dream, a nightmare of being alone, unable to move or scream, while alien shapes moved across the edges of her vision.
"Oh... I
do apologize
. Is this form disconcerting?" he asked in a soft, melodious voice. "I've grown used to, well... people having grown used to me, but of course not everyone has been here since the beginning and you have all the reasons in the world to be wary. One moment, the transition between forms can be quite disturbing...."
He started to turn, but before he could move fully away from the opened door Jeyne called after him: "Wait, it's alright! I shouldn't be coming into your room and expecting you to... change."
That was the sort of thing one might expect to hear the virtuous maiden to say in a courtly romance should she be caught in private with her knight, some small and particularly absurd voice in the back of her mind noted. The thought almost made her burst into giggles, embarrassing herself further.
"Well alright then, please come in," Wisdom Xor replied, flying backwards to usher her in, except it wasn't really backwards for him was it? All directions were the same to him. "Would you like some tea, or mayhap Summer Islands chocolate? I just found a particularly interesting blend with cinnamon yesterday..."
Before Jeyne could even tell how it had happened, she was seated in a deep blue armchair so well stuffed it almost seemed to be giving one a hug, with a cup of a marvelous drink in hand. It momentarily distracted her from the reason for being here, wondering just how expensive it was.
Surely she could get at least a bit of this stuff on her Scholarum pay?
"Have you heard about Volantis opening its gates to the Empire today?" Wisdom Xor asked lightly. "I'm very curious to see some of their plays performed by Volantene actors. Not only the old, of coursr, but this a written since the Doom as well. Wisdom Teana was particularly fond of 'The Magistrate's Mask'."
It was then then that Jeyne realized he would be entirely fine making smalltalk for however long it took her to get to the point of her visit. He was nice...
really nice, and she had been nothing but skittish as a lamb on Maiden's Day. "I was wondering if you could tell me more about where you come from, Wisdom, about... the Far Realm. I want... I
need to know what I am."
"You are Jeyne Weaver," came the firm and impossibly simple reply. "It is not the powers of the mind that define you, but the memories locked within, your likes and dislikes, your fears and your joys, but above all else it is your choices."
"Thank you, Wisdom," the young woman replied smiling, the knot of worry in her chest loosed a little. "Still, I would like to know more, to understand better. It will help me ensure that I won't ever be helpless again."
"Of course," the many-eyed mage bobbed gently in place.
OOC: I can't do a level up interlude for Xor, but I felt he deserved a little time to shine.