Post by Orianna Èirigh on Oct 13, 2024 15:25:00 GMT
OBSERVATIONS & EXCERPTS from the JOURNAL of SECOND ASSISTANT ARCHIVIST ORIANNA ÈIRIGH of ASHKHA
I should not be so upset. Yet I am. This is not the first time someone I know, someone I consider close to me, has not told me the truth of what is happening to them. But I would have thought my star-brother, Ilthuryn, would not treat me so.
It was him, I knew it, who left the Netherese star map on my windowsill the other week. And now I know why he did not “speak” to me.
I am glad they have their voice back. Cosmos knows I do not have any negative feelings towards or about that. I just-
Why did he hide from me? Why didn’t he come see me? Why? Why…?
Calla knew. This whole time, she knew.
I cannot be mad at her. There’s been so many other things going on — least of all her Pact breaking, soul entrapment, and revival.
Does not change the fact that it hurts when those closest to me keep things from me that concern their happiness and well being…
Ilthuryn had asked us — Calla, myself, Mittens, and Robin Montajay (a fellow scholar from the Academy) — to help him find the place the Stars showed him to go to. They had something they wanted to speak to him about, and he wanted to speak to them.
Stellarum met us in a place outside of Daring Heights and she carried us into the heavens. She bore us to a place where three stars danced around each other, twisting and winding, constantly pulling and pushing each other closer and further away. In the centre of these three huge stars was a gold and black tower, a ruin, a remnant of a grand structure that was slowly being broken away by the gravitational forces these three stars were exerting on it.
The Stellar Observatory it is called. It Is made from one entirely whole piece of stone and on it are etchings of star maps. The people who built this place, we were told, are long gone — faded away into memory of but a few. Robin and I took as many notes as we could, intending to bring them back to the Academy for further research if possible and to create new records if none existed (which was likely).
It contained the most beautiful observatory I have ever seen, second only to the one back in Ashkha. I heard Robin mutter a phrase, a curious thing and yet it felt so right in that place.
All things serve the beam…
We performed a ritual, combining all of our magic and might and understanding of the Weave, Divination, Gravity, and Support to bear Ilthuryn up to the only parents he has ever truly viewed as his own. We pulled them forward so he could speak to them — speak he did…
I should not be so upset. Yet I am. This is not the first time someone I know, someone I consider close to me, has not told me the truth of what is happening to them. But I would have thought my star-brother, Ilthuryn, would not treat me so.
It was him, I knew it, who left the Netherese star map on my windowsill the other week. And now I know why he did not “speak” to me.
I am glad they have their voice back. Cosmos knows I do not have any negative feelings towards or about that. I just-
Why did he hide from me? Why didn’t he come see me? Why? Why…?
Calla knew. This whole time, she knew.
I cannot be mad at her. There’s been so many other things going on — least of all her Pact breaking, soul entrapment, and revival.
Does not change the fact that it hurts when those closest to me keep things from me that concern their happiness and well being…
Ilthuryn had asked us — Calla, myself, Mittens, and Robin Montajay (a fellow scholar from the Academy) — to help him find the place the Stars showed him to go to. They had something they wanted to speak to him about, and he wanted to speak to them.
Stellarum met us in a place outside of Daring Heights and she carried us into the heavens. She bore us to a place where three stars danced around each other, twisting and winding, constantly pulling and pushing each other closer and further away. In the centre of these three huge stars was a gold and black tower, a ruin, a remnant of a grand structure that was slowly being broken away by the gravitational forces these three stars were exerting on it.
The Stellar Observatory it is called. It Is made from one entirely whole piece of stone and on it are etchings of star maps. The people who built this place, we were told, are long gone — faded away into memory of but a few. Robin and I took as many notes as we could, intending to bring them back to the Academy for further research if possible and to create new records if none existed (which was likely).
It contained the most beautiful observatory I have ever seen, second only to the one back in Ashkha. I heard Robin mutter a phrase, a curious thing and yet it felt so right in that place.
All things serve the beam…
We performed a ritual, combining all of our magic and might and understanding of the Weave, Divination, Gravity, and Support to bear Ilthuryn up to the only parents he has ever truly viewed as his own. We pulled them forward so he could speak to them — speak he did…