[Clocks Eve - Closed] Them Bones, Them Bones
Posted: Sun May 26, 2019 6:22 pm
1st Intas, 2719
THE CRYPTS | LATE EVENING, BEFORE MIDNIGHT
THE CRYPTS | LATE EVENING, BEFORE MIDNIGHT
Clocks Eve, the night of religious worship followed by loose revelry and regretful decisions. Lilanee understood the holiday, and the significance thanks to her father, but she didn’t partake in the festivities. Why would she, the Hessean Mouthpiece, want to participate in a wickedly improper trip to the Stacks? Or be asked to dance at the Redtie Ball?
No, she wouldn’t want that.
Instead, the red head took her time to devote prayer to the Pantheon, paying particular attention to Alioe given it was the Goddess’ blessed night, and to Ophur her own Hessean mother’s God. Making the proper offerings and saying the proper words, Lilanee moved directly from the Church Of The Moon down into the Crypts beneath. At least with most of the school either home for the holiday or out enjoying the event she could settle down and write out her agenda for this season’s Archeological Appreciation Society agenda.
Down here, at least she had company that enjoyed her nattering.
“And that’s why, Magister Merritt, we are still unsure as to whether the passive is truly actually a galdori without magic or an entirely different species of galdori. The left metacarpal has a slight ridge, right here—“ The student lifted the bone she had been holding in one hand, turning it slightly and running her thumb over an almost indistinguishable spot on it, blue eyes narrowing slightly. Her other hand held a quill, tapping the feathered end lightly against an open journal as her brain dechiphered anatomical things her father had instilled in her.
“—that isn’t present in modern day Anaxi galdori. Is this just an evolutionary trait that has disappeared over the years, or is it something more? Unfortunately there is little care to research the concept further here, but I understand that Gior might be more welcoming. Could one actually get into the clocking country.” She continued, talking to the long dead man who was contained just down the hallway, away from the desk strewn with tomes and artifacts. Looking down at her paperwork, Lilanee adjusted a pair of thin wireframe glasses on her nose with her thumb, before writing a scribble of notes down.
“Did you know that there’s a theory that objects can be imbuged with magic? Like a…oh I don’t know…a pot that heals when you drink from it. Personally I think that’s utterly ridiculous, as we know that retained magic requires an Everspell, and the mona are biologically tied to us. There’s no leylines in a pot. But the theory itself is fascinating. In the 2600’s there was an excavation in lower Hesse, that apparently revealed four bodies buried with onyx spears. Apparently they were Gioran, so why were they in Hesse? I don’t know why, Magister, but they refused to release any of the artifacts or bones to the public. Imagine that! I would love to get my hands on those treasures. I bet it would be such a fascinating topic for the club to discuss that.” Her writing stopped, excited spark in her eyes fading as she lowered the bone and looked around the dimly lit and very empty crypt, her own voice echoing off the stone walls where no reply to her musings would ever come from.
“If anyone ever came.” The freckled girl said softly, before snorting and waving her quill with a laugh.
”Oh well! It’s not like I can’t add it to the agenda anyway! Good idea Lilanee! Why thanks Lilanee!” Wryly amusing herself with one sided banter, the student stood from the table and approached the shelf of dusty books that lived in this particular section of the vast catacombs.
“Now Magister, I wonder if you and your friends have any references to that specific dig. Surely Brunnhold holds a record somewhere in this place and I don’t have anywhere to be.” Spinning dramatically to face the direction she knew Magister Merritt’s tomb to be in, Lilanee thrust a finger in the air and adjusted her spectacles, the rich umber of her winter skirt swinging around her legs. She had chosen to wear a skirt this eve, being somewhat a special night, with good walking shoes and a comfortable long-sleeved white blouse tucked into the high waist. Her black cloak was draped around her, the chill of the crypt even worse as the snowy weather threatened a heavy storm above Anaxas.
“Put on a pot of coffee sir, this will be a long night!” She called with a serious tone, before turning back to the bookshelf.
No, she wouldn’t want that.
Instead, the red head took her time to devote prayer to the Pantheon, paying particular attention to Alioe given it was the Goddess’ blessed night, and to Ophur her own Hessean mother’s God. Making the proper offerings and saying the proper words, Lilanee moved directly from the Church Of The Moon down into the Crypts beneath. At least with most of the school either home for the holiday or out enjoying the event she could settle down and write out her agenda for this season’s Archeological Appreciation Society agenda.
Down here, at least she had company that enjoyed her nattering.
“And that’s why, Magister Merritt, we are still unsure as to whether the passive is truly actually a galdori without magic or an entirely different species of galdori. The left metacarpal has a slight ridge, right here—“ The student lifted the bone she had been holding in one hand, turning it slightly and running her thumb over an almost indistinguishable spot on it, blue eyes narrowing slightly. Her other hand held a quill, tapping the feathered end lightly against an open journal as her brain dechiphered anatomical things her father had instilled in her.
“—that isn’t present in modern day Anaxi galdori. Is this just an evolutionary trait that has disappeared over the years, or is it something more? Unfortunately there is little care to research the concept further here, but I understand that Gior might be more welcoming. Could one actually get into the clocking country.” She continued, talking to the long dead man who was contained just down the hallway, away from the desk strewn with tomes and artifacts. Looking down at her paperwork, Lilanee adjusted a pair of thin wireframe glasses on her nose with her thumb, before writing a scribble of notes down.
“Did you know that there’s a theory that objects can be imbuged with magic? Like a…oh I don’t know…a pot that heals when you drink from it. Personally I think that’s utterly ridiculous, as we know that retained magic requires an Everspell, and the mona are biologically tied to us. There’s no leylines in a pot. But the theory itself is fascinating. In the 2600’s there was an excavation in lower Hesse, that apparently revealed four bodies buried with onyx spears. Apparently they were Gioran, so why were they in Hesse? I don’t know why, Magister, but they refused to release any of the artifacts or bones to the public. Imagine that! I would love to get my hands on those treasures. I bet it would be such a fascinating topic for the club to discuss that.” Her writing stopped, excited spark in her eyes fading as she lowered the bone and looked around the dimly lit and very empty crypt, her own voice echoing off the stone walls where no reply to her musings would ever come from.
“If anyone ever came.” The freckled girl said softly, before snorting and waving her quill with a laugh.
”Oh well! It’s not like I can’t add it to the agenda anyway! Good idea Lilanee! Why thanks Lilanee!” Wryly amusing herself with one sided banter, the student stood from the table and approached the shelf of dusty books that lived in this particular section of the vast catacombs.
“Now Magister, I wonder if you and your friends have any references to that specific dig. Surely Brunnhold holds a record somewhere in this place and I don’t have anywhere to be.” Spinning dramatically to face the direction she knew Magister Merritt’s tomb to be in, Lilanee thrust a finger in the air and adjusted her spectacles, the rich umber of her winter skirt swinging around her legs. She had chosen to wear a skirt this eve, being somewhat a special night, with good walking shoes and a comfortable long-sleeved white blouse tucked into the high waist. Her black cloak was draped around her, the chill of the crypt even worse as the snowy weather threatened a heavy storm above Anaxas.
“Put on a pot of coffee sir, this will be a long night!” She called with a serious tone, before turning back to the bookshelf.