Musings Eleven
Seymour Guado, His Illuminated Conduit
Maester Seymour has suffered enough. The lost Baaj Temple sinks into unforgiving sand. I can't breathe; I cannot cry out. It's a bizarre sensation—water becoming sand. It chokes me, grainy and scratching my airways.
While taking me elsewhere.
I land in an enchanted, yet melancholy, place. The sky is bespangled with nebulae. Is that…a river spiraling across the night sky?
This place…How did I get here? Am I dreaming? But it's bone-chillingly cold…?
Seymour's staff is named Abraxas. It sounds like it's his Celestial Weapon. One that the Illumine gifted him for this specific occasion.
He had been "Illuminated."
