An Even Perspective
Twentieth Day of the Eleventh Month 293 AC
Being in two places at once, doing two vastly different things at the same time, had been a confusing expedience for Lya at first. Not because there had been any arcane entanglement between the bodies, with what she hoped was pardonable pride the young archmage knew her craft would not fail in such a way, but because seeing and hearing yourself from the outside as another person might was distracting.
Do I really sound like that? Do I still hold my tongue between my teeth like that when I'm concentrating? Does foot tapping really sound that distracting?
Yes, yes, and yes.
But that had been weeks ago, her own voice no longer sounded strange and she had learned to synchronize the foot-tapping, to what Dany had told her was a rather amusing effect, although from the way a few of her assistants twitched when they heard it for the first time the sentiment probably wasn't universal. Still, if a wizard was not allowed to act strangely in her own laboratory then where was she supposed to do it?
Now she just enjoyed the freedom of having four arms and four eyes around the lab. One to stir the cauldron and one to ink runes in flame upon its spell steel belly. A voice to sing a lullaby over the fey spiders as they wove their mithral webs and one by one they each devoured the other one to count the dewdrops as they fell through rings of diamond. Of course three bodies would have been better since she had to count backwards in alternating languages, but really that was just the price to pay for a mortal trying to work fey magic without coming under the power of the faerie and as secrets to mirror in mortal sorcery went this was no petty trick.
A ward to turn the gaze of gods, she could remember still when she had seen it first in the depths of the Orphne Court, plain stone without seam or crack and yet so many hopes hung upon it, Dany's freedom, her peace of mind and joy in life. Lya had not been entirely convinced gods existed in those days and not some ancient mutated dragon that could speak through the Dream that tied together all its kindred. In the end 'god' had turned out to be just a word, too small by half to contain all the hopes, fears, and expectations men had festooned around it like ribbons about a maple tree.
It was a little like 'wizard' that way, Lya thought as she hummed along to her work. With all she had done and all she had learned beyond what she could have imagined four years ago, she did not for a moment doubt that there were a great many people out there expecting of that word things beyond her power.
The silk burned, and by the dew the fire lay extinguished, yet in the smoke a pattern formed. Finally a rune, not some tangled mess of lines and choral tones, nameless miasmas and too sweet perfumes.
Weaving Deepest Veils 23/8 (Complete): Can craft veils against the gaze of gods (Requires a mythic crafter to make)
The young mage smiled: "Alright Naria, I've got the balance. Now you just need to do this... er... ninety eight more times."
"Thank you, mother," the young incarnate said, rolling her eyes as she walked in first one body then the next, before turning with a smile. "Really, thanks, oh and there's a fire dwarf with a mismatched body here to see you about some kind of demon-caller's book..." the words trailed off. "Why are we studying that?"
"Because it was one of the first grimoires I acquired and I could never get into the damn thing," one set of shoulders shrugged while the other body was already translocating down excitedly to have a look. Her life had changed a great deal in the last few years, but that much had stayed the same since she had first began unraveling the secrets of magic.
OOC: I hope the title is not too obscure, it's an even perspective as opposed to an odd one since Lya has an even number of bodies. Also a question do you guys think the Iron tome is worth the interlude space or should I just hand that out in an update.
