You're having a hard time paying much attention to the walls with Vahelo walking so deliberately ahead of you, however.
lmao, "hate to see you go, love to watch you lead the way" huh
"Please, the ceremony is over. And from some of the stories I've heard of Matriarch Sesus, she was no stranger to a good time. But, if you feel differently, I am of course ready to receive instruction from my spiritual better." Vahelo's full lips curve up into a smirk that you desperately want to kiss off of her face.
VAHELO BRAT MODE: ENGAGED
TOP HER Y/N?
Y
"If you feel my knowledge of spiritual matters is inadequate, then... then I am ready to receive your instruction." Maia tries to keep the misgiving she feels from reaching her voice.
Oh, we've got mirroring!
She does her best to go to that cold, hard, unflinching place she finds in training sometimes; that she found when those elementals had been swarming toward Ambraea.
Ayyy. Maia best girl.
She accepts, wincing in pain as she straightens. All she can think is how much she wishes she were back at the Heptagram: At least one person there isn't an enemy, after all.
Oof. Yeah, Maia clearly does
not have a good dynamic with her family if she views spending time with them as being among exclusively enemies. And given the treatment here, I
get that. I really hope we get the chance to be there for her at some point.
Sola accepts it, noting that she hasn't actually disagreed. There are countless ways to kill a large number of people with sorcery. Blasting them with fire or flaying them with razor-winged butterflies — Ambraea would be a terror, if properly utilised, with that mass petrification spell she'd picked up. But all the mass death magic in the world doesn't count for a thing if you and your troops are bogged down in mud, two days' slog away from where you need to be.
Heh. How's the aphorism go? "Captains talk tactics, colonels talk strategy, and generals talk logistics."
Sola felt an already familiar surge of power as she took the sword back. Her sword back. "Thank you, mother," she says, inclining her head.
"Make yourself worthy of that blade, Daughter," Usala says, "in every way you can. We will see what you have accomplished with it in five years' time."
Sola feels a flash of intense gratitude. "I intend to exceed your expectations, Mother," she says.
For the first time, Usala smiles at Sola. Barely a twitch of her lip. "See that you do."
And here we're contrasting a healthy family dynamic with the toxic family dynamic of poor Maia.
The gemlord, Diamond-Cut Perfection, had been over two-thousand years old. It had grown beneath this isle, undisturbed since before the Contagion, before even the Dragon-Blooded had cast down their old enemies and taken control of the Blessed Isle and everything that surrounds it. Its thoughts had been cold and slow and deliberate, a creature of infinite patience and precious few emotions. Cruel in the way a rockslide could be cruel — through sheer indifference.
Perfection is the same being that they always were. At the same time, though, they aren't. The draconic shape is mobile, fast when it wants to be, changeable and expressive. Seeing the sky, speaking to humans, swimming through rock and water — all this would have been utterly unthinkable for the gemlord Perfection had been. It left them feeling raw, new, unfinished, emotional, like they had in those far distant days when a single gem had coalesced from ambient Earth Essence, growing glacially out from there.
Maybe this minor water elemental, this dull little crab without even a name, on the verge of either true consciousness or death, is more relatable for Perfection than they'd like to admit.
"Or, maybe I'm just bored and lonely," they decided out loud. Both of these feelings should have been utterly alien to them. This doesn't mean it's not true.
This is a really cool character note for DCP. I don't have anything to add, really, I just wanted to note that.
"... Well, I suppose I will be here for a while longer, then," Peony says, letting the amusement enter her voice. She has a sudden, intense image of Ambraea, age twelve, so enthralled by a beautiful, laughing girl going through the hallways of the Imperial Palace that she'd walked directly into a pillar.
LMFAO
I-is this the true power of one who has mastered the Dao of Childhood Anecdotes?!
Peony watches him go, biting her tongue before turning back to poor Navis. He's sunk down into his chair, trying not to catch anyone's gaze. "She misses Arjuf," Peony tells him.
Peony is so good. I
really like that we're getting this "ground-level" snippet of the Realm to go with all these Exalted and elementals populating the rest of the update.
Peony's mind goes back to her mother back in the Imperial Palace, with her quiet dignity and the tinge of Seatongue colouring her speech even after two decades in the Realm. The mon of the Imperial Household branded onto her neck. "These things always come down to knowing the moods of who you serve, darling; like reading the weather on the horizon before you set sail. But lady Ambraea is an agreeable girl — it's how I raised her. And you're a citizen, and you have your rights. Just stay my smart girl, and it will all be fine."
I also appreciate the quiet inclusions that show the reality that the Realm's impact can be less than kind and less than fair to many of its subjects, and that people find their own ways to keep on living and being people under it all.
Maia's family isn't powerful enough to cause serious complications in their own right.
Ah... well... this is in-character analysis, right?
Also, who do we think Maia's brother from the immaculate order is talking about?
Her and the Exalted she's getting (in his view) too buddy-buddy with, since House Iselsi has a great big Vengeance Boner for basically everybody else. Possibly her and Ambraea in particular.
Okay, ominous. Like, seriously, if Depth is coaching Maia in being some double agent who is ultimately the enemy of everyone but Ambraea, he needs to go. Feed him to Diamond Cut Perfection, frame someone else.
I think Maia's line about "at least at the Heptagram there's one person who's not an enemy" is about the fact that at the Heptagram at least she has one friend (Ambraea)... and everywhere else in the world she has none. Very pointedly including at home, with people like Depth.
The power differential seems a tad high with Maia, especially with her social difficulties. Seems more like she needs a good friend than a partner.
Eh, our "power base" (such as it is) is pretty much just our personal connection to Big Red which history has shown can be a rather tenuous and easily revoked thread, and even that's going to go down the drain when she does in a few years. And when all the shit goes down, I want to steal Maia away to Prasad with us, because that's practically the one place in Creation she could actually go to where she might be able to get away from her toxic, loveless family and the pointless vendetta they want her to spend her life on.
Anyway, votes now.
[x] [Goal] A heart that hides the deepest dark
Maia best girl.
Best. Girl.
[X] [Storyline] Metal Honing Stone
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