[Closed] Spellwork in the Dark
Posted: Fri Jan 15, 2021 8:04 am
9th Roalis, 2720
CHURCH OF THE MOON | MIDNIGHT
CHURCH OF THE MOON | MIDNIGHT
Rainfall in Brunnhold was so much different to Qrieth, or at least it felt like it. The petrichor was noticeable, thick and rich with the greener smells of the University grounds. It wasn’t that the mountain lacked that smell, but it was vastly different. The cold rock kept the Giorans hidden from the rain and sun and scents of the outside world, but in the rainy season they emerged on the mountain summit to celebrate and to perform Ba Brieth. And the thinner, colder air smelt crisper. Less earthy. Bland in comparison.
“Did I ever tell you Giorans consider rain to be a sign of good luck?”
Athrym looked up at one of the large stained glass windows of the Church of the Moon, watching the rain fall in great sheets across it’s multicolored face, hands clasped lightly in front of her as her summer gaze marveled at flashes of bright lightning that lit up the outside world. It was a wonder that she had rarely seen in Gior, any storm wild enough to cause lightning far too dangerous to be standing either on a summit or on the side of a mountain.
In some ways, the Church of the Moon's impressive size almost gave it a similar feeling to being in the underground temple city. Under a dome of clear glass, when the clocks struck midnight on clearer nights the moon could be clearly seen. Circles dominated the designs of the cathedral - in the severe and simple design of the building itself, in the repeating patterns on the stained glass windows and in the marble altar that dominated the back of the nave. Even the fan-vaulted ceiling was designed with the spheres in mind. The entire interior of the church was glowing gently with a pure white light, cleverly radiating from concealed naphtha lamps in moon-shaped sconces on the walls. The low voices of the Everine usually raised together in chorus, echoing around the walls, was drowned out by the downpour outside.
“By the Ten did you see—” The pale woman yelped and jumped in surprise as a violently loud crack of thunder split the air, like great boulders crashing down a cliff face. Athrym quickly turned from the window, standing between the pews of the Church with the edges of her ears bright red and heart pounding in her chest.
“I don’t think I’ll ever get used to that sound.” The galdor muttered just loud enough to be heard over the deluge that pounded the glass dome in wind forced waves, fiddling with the buttons on her rich blue summer coat, loosening them so she could remove it should that be required. Her blouse was charcoal underneath with long sleeves, fastened up to her throat with silver buttons, properly tucked into a similarly colored long skirt. Since returning to Brunnhold, the blonde had let her hair grow out again, pulling it up and away from her face in a high functional ponytail.
“So, Anaxi spell writing. Definitely not as simple as writing an echo spell. Really that’s just a harder syllable here, a repeated stanza there. Not writing a spell at all really, just adjusting it.” The Gioran’s green eyes drifted to the face of her husband-by-legal-union, one brow arching slightly as she finished undoing the buttons.
“And you believe the Crypt library would be a more conducive place for this activity than say, the comfort of our sitting room. Or lounge. Or bed?” The slight cool tone in her voice, and suggestions of places that were not at all appropriate for study, quite possibly giving away all the things the pale creature would rather be doing at this time of evening on such a wild and stormy night. Wouldn’t that be what any other normal married couple would be doing?
Of course there was a passive child to be aware of. And a broody Huane outcast. But…honestly with this type of bluster going about…it would be a cake walk.
But of course, they weren’t really a normal married couple. They’d seen things, awful things, and somewhere in the wide world of Vita being in the Church of the Moon at midnight to work on Nauleth’s spell writing was the most normal thing in the world compared to all of that. It's not like they both didn't have trouble sleeping even now, after seasons back in Anaxas.
Athrym could forgive him for the distraction this provided…just. Even if there were other distractions she could propose.
“Shall we, Professor Siordanti?”
“Did I ever tell you Giorans consider rain to be a sign of good luck?”
Athrym looked up at one of the large stained glass windows of the Church of the Moon, watching the rain fall in great sheets across it’s multicolored face, hands clasped lightly in front of her as her summer gaze marveled at flashes of bright lightning that lit up the outside world. It was a wonder that she had rarely seen in Gior, any storm wild enough to cause lightning far too dangerous to be standing either on a summit or on the side of a mountain.
In some ways, the Church of the Moon's impressive size almost gave it a similar feeling to being in the underground temple city. Under a dome of clear glass, when the clocks struck midnight on clearer nights the moon could be clearly seen. Circles dominated the designs of the cathedral - in the severe and simple design of the building itself, in the repeating patterns on the stained glass windows and in the marble altar that dominated the back of the nave. Even the fan-vaulted ceiling was designed with the spheres in mind. The entire interior of the church was glowing gently with a pure white light, cleverly radiating from concealed naphtha lamps in moon-shaped sconces on the walls. The low voices of the Everine usually raised together in chorus, echoing around the walls, was drowned out by the downpour outside.
“By the Ten did you see—” The pale woman yelped and jumped in surprise as a violently loud crack of thunder split the air, like great boulders crashing down a cliff face. Athrym quickly turned from the window, standing between the pews of the Church with the edges of her ears bright red and heart pounding in her chest.
“I don’t think I’ll ever get used to that sound.” The galdor muttered just loud enough to be heard over the deluge that pounded the glass dome in wind forced waves, fiddling with the buttons on her rich blue summer coat, loosening them so she could remove it should that be required. Her blouse was charcoal underneath with long sleeves, fastened up to her throat with silver buttons, properly tucked into a similarly colored long skirt. Since returning to Brunnhold, the blonde had let her hair grow out again, pulling it up and away from her face in a high functional ponytail.
“So, Anaxi spell writing. Definitely not as simple as writing an echo spell. Really that’s just a harder syllable here, a repeated stanza there. Not writing a spell at all really, just adjusting it.” The Gioran’s green eyes drifted to the face of her husband-by-legal-union, one brow arching slightly as she finished undoing the buttons.
“And you believe the Crypt library would be a more conducive place for this activity than say, the comfort of our sitting room. Or lounge. Or bed?” The slight cool tone in her voice, and suggestions of places that were not at all appropriate for study, quite possibly giving away all the things the pale creature would rather be doing at this time of evening on such a wild and stormy night. Wouldn’t that be what any other normal married couple would be doing?
Of course there was a passive child to be aware of. And a broody Huane outcast. But…honestly with this type of bluster going about…it would be a cake walk.
But of course, they weren’t really a normal married couple. They’d seen things, awful things, and somewhere in the wide world of Vita being in the Church of the Moon at midnight to work on Nauleth’s spell writing was the most normal thing in the world compared to all of that. It's not like they both didn't have trouble sleeping even now, after seasons back in Anaxas.
Athrym could forgive him for the distraction this provided…just. Even if there were other distractions she could propose.
“Shall we, Professor Siordanti?”