Kindling the Fire – Orianna Èirigh – 27.02.2024
Jun 19, 2024 17:05:22 GMT
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OBSERVATIONS & EXCERPTS from the JOURNAL of SECOND ASSISTANT ARCHIVIST ORIANNA ÈIRIGH of ASHKHA
A Poem Lucky recited for us on the top of a volcano.
I will never forget the delight I saw in Calla’s eyes on that day.
Asteros had sought Matches’ help to retrieve an important bobble — one of the first pieces they had ever made. It held great affection for them, but it also a small seed of their power. In a fit of desperation and foolishness, admitted to on their part, Asteros had given it away to an ifrit, Infernax. Now they sought to take it back, hence enlisting my cousin’s help.
We found the schematics of the vault at the Library of Brass — a wonderful place that,if when things are peaceful again if such a time can ever come I would like to return to — and made our way to the top of the summit of a volcano. All of us, Amble, Lucky, Matches, Calla, and myself, were blessed so the fires of the plane would not burn us. And though, in the end, we were able to retrieve the First Flame’s talisman, and Matches made a pact to become the Keeper of the First Flame, it is Calla’s barely hidden delight of the warmth we felt as we dove into the fire.
The way her smile changed her whole face.
The way her eyes lit up with ease at the warmth…
Returning to this, I have one further thought on the events of this day.
Observing Vulcanax and Asteros’ relationship, they were involved in ways some of the other Archwyrms have not been with the Primordial Incarnates. But perhaps that was the trick.
If the Archwyrms were communicative with the Primordial Incarnates, if they showed that they cared about what was going on between them, perhaps they would have been able to see Arcravine’s first betrayal.
But their detachment, or refusal to get involved, has ended up building animosity for the majority of them.
It may be too late to reverse such a state…
A Poem Lucky recited for us on the top of a volcano.
Another Firefly
by John Hollander
On his path to a coveted amulet,
In a turning instant, my head
Catches the whip of a leaping light in a
deep region of space darkened
into distance beyond distance.
A bright flicking star, not rising like
Archwyrms aflight, but slow as breath
In the way of stars. Yet no
darkened water could have mirrored
That partly glimpsed Herald of flame in
Surging reversal of falling.
Who declares the rise of Vulcanax, who returns
in sparked sightings of great eternals.
But lest you believe this slip of light
As if in summer nights will fade,
In moments the cold could yet retract,
Or a dim candle gutter out–
No, this freshens the held air; and far away,
Somewhere a breath has been taken.
by John Hollander
On his path to a coveted amulet,
In a turning instant, my head
Catches the whip of a leaping light in a
deep region of space darkened
into distance beyond distance.
A bright flicking star, not rising like
Archwyrms aflight, but slow as breath
In the way of stars. Yet no
darkened water could have mirrored
That partly glimpsed Herald of flame in
Surging reversal of falling.
Who declares the rise of Vulcanax, who returns
in sparked sightings of great eternals.
But lest you believe this slip of light
As if in summer nights will fade,
In moments the cold could yet retract,
Or a dim candle gutter out–
No, this freshens the held air; and far away,
Somewhere a breath has been taken.
I will never forget the delight I saw in Calla’s eyes on that day.
Asteros had sought Matches’ help to retrieve an important bobble — one of the first pieces they had ever made. It held great affection for them, but it also a small seed of their power. In a fit of desperation and foolishness, admitted to on their part, Asteros had given it away to an ifrit, Infernax. Now they sought to take it back, hence enlisting my cousin’s help.
We found the schematics of the vault at the Library of Brass — a wonderful place that,
The way her smile changed her whole face.
The way her eyes lit up with ease at the warmth…
Returning to this, I have one further thought on the events of this day.
Observing Vulcanax and Asteros’ relationship, they were involved in ways some of the other Archwyrms have not been with the Primordial Incarnates. But perhaps that was the trick.
If the Archwyrms were communicative with the Primordial Incarnates, if they showed that they cared about what was going on between them, perhaps they would have been able to see Arcravine’s first betrayal.
But their detachment, or refusal to get involved, has ended up building animosity for the majority of them.
It may be too late to reverse such a state…