Ryianna watched Myranalei Alundiel from her usual post behind the first weathered column supporting the temple. 'She's late again! That silly girl. If she's ever going to acquire the power...' She frowned and turned, retreating into the hidden temple to await Myrai's arrival.
The fair haired, fair skinned princess walked calmly up the marble steps. She knew what was coming. 'It happens every single day. I just wish Ryianna knew what it was like...' Slowly, she pushed the ornate marble slab of a door aside. Her falling footsteps did not echo in the large building.
Unlike other acolytes, Myrai was extremely advanced in her studies. She was a celebrated mage, as were other magi of royal descent. Other magi -specifically those of the common world with extreme gifts- were often ridiculed and shunned. They dared not venture beyond the forest border into the world beyond. Only the gods knew what would happen to them should they leave the safety of the Temple to the Gods at Crysanthia or the Forest which surrounded it.
Ryianna stepped out from the shadows, stopping in Myrai's path. Her black robes billowed around her as a sudden wind rose, scattering fallen leaves across the white marble floor. "You should be careful, young one. The gods and goddesses wonder and worry about you. If you do not complete your studies-" Black Speaker Ryianna was cut off by a swift tongued Myrai.
"-the world will fall into ruin and they will banish me to the depths of the Darkness. You're a black robe, Lady Rhiannon. Could you at least get your Queen to give you more original lines?" Myranalei smirked the very smirk that so annoyed Ryianna.
Ryianna flushed and grumbled; her blood red eyes shone with the flame of hatred. She hated the smart mouth of the neutral princess. It had gotten her into trouble more times that the Speaker magi could count. "To your chambers, acolyte. I shall send for your master. And keep your tongue in check, lady. You are not yet a magi. And I'm the one who gets to decide." She smiled happily, knowing she could easily deny Myrai what she had trained for years to get.
Myrai cast her hood over her her head. Hanging her head in shame, she kept her flushed face hidden beneath the burgundy cloak's folds. She allowed the superior mage to return to her shadowed chamber before she started for the Apprentice Tower. Myrai's cloak moved swiftly among the congregations of red, black, and white-robed magi and acolytes. Weaving her way through the small clusters of magic-users, Myranalei reached the marble stairway that led to the High Clerist's Tower. Swiftly, she ascended the stairs, quickly coming up upon the room which held so many memories for the young princess. The wooden door opened by itself, revealing a shadowed room, crowded with mounds of books upon books, small wooden tables, and spent candles.
A pair of deep blue eyes followed Myrai as she waded her way across the paper-strewn floor. "Welcome, young Myranalei. You're late."
Myrai looked up, focusing on the otherworldy blue eyes fixedly staring at her. Bowing politely, she spoke her return greeting softly. "Yes, Mistress. My apologies. I hope you are not too angry or disappointed." Her eyes dared a glance at once of the most powerful magi in the galaxy.
The cerculean blue eyes belonged to yet another fair-skinned face, her black hair framing her beautiful face elegantly. 'She looks every bit the Queen she is,' thought Myrai to herself. The silver robes, worn only by the two most powerful magi, curved around the beautifully sculpted body. Her silver vallenwood scepter with inlaid lapis lazuli, glowed a soft blue, mirroring the hypnotizing eyes of its wielder.
"Myrai, your mind is burdened. A heavy weight falls upon your shoulders. You wish to tell, yet you are afraid of the consequences of your speaking freely. It is alright. I am here.. to listen, to give advice. I am your mentor, but your friend and ally as well." The often stern eyes softened as the deep burgundy robes shifted uncomfortably. "Open up your mind, Myranalei."
"Yes, my mistress." Lady Lauranthalasa. The High Queen and Clerist of Crysanthia, descendant of the great cleric Lady Crysania. The most feared mage this side of the great moons. Willingly, she opened her mind up to her lady. Many a night she had cried herself into a dreamless sleep, wishing for someone to confide in. Ever since she was introduced to the Lady, Myranalei felt like her studies had purpose and meaning... that her life had purpose and meaning. She never wished for this life. Sometimes, she wished it would all just disappear..
"Princess?" Lady Lauranthalasa's words brought Myrai back from dreamland to the harsh reality that was her life.
"M'lady?" Her Mistress' eyes searched Myrai's very soul.
"Ryianna informs me that you are performing wonderfully in your art. Such high praise, coming from a Speaker Black robe to a lowly Red acolyte. She must think highly of you, Princess Myranalei." Myrai flinched as the silky voice of her Mistress spoke the name of the Speaker who fortold the end of the world.
"I suppose, m'lady." A sudden idea burned its flame brightly in Myrai's head, causing her to rethink her next statement. "Say, m'lady... do you think it would be possible for me to travel with my sister this autumn? She has asked for my company on her journey, and I daresay, she might need me."
The blue eyes flashed in amusement. 'Clever child. Just like her mother,' Lauranthalasa thought. She acted as though the idea took much deliberation between reason and fantasy. Finally, the Lady leaned back in her comfortable chair, a small smile on your face. "You never spoke of the trip. One day you up and left the temple, following your sister on a journey to... now where was it again?" A smirk played upon the lips of both acolyte and Lady. "Ryianna will know nothing. We never had this conversation. Now go on, Princess. Your sister awaits!"
Trying to hide the large grin that graced her face, Myrananlei bowed respectfully to Lady Lauranthalasa. "Thank you, m'lady!"
The fair haired, fair skinned princess walked calmly up the marble steps. She knew what was coming. 'It happens every single day. I just wish Ryianna knew what it was like...' Slowly, she pushed the ornate marble slab of a door aside. Her falling footsteps did not echo in the large building.
Unlike other acolytes, Myrai was extremely advanced in her studies. She was a celebrated mage, as were other magi of royal descent. Other magi -specifically those of the common world with extreme gifts- were often ridiculed and shunned. They dared not venture beyond the forest border into the world beyond. Only the gods knew what would happen to them should they leave the safety of the Temple to the Gods at Crysanthia or the Forest which surrounded it.
Ryianna stepped out from the shadows, stopping in Myrai's path. Her black robes billowed around her as a sudden wind rose, scattering fallen leaves across the white marble floor. "You should be careful, young one. The gods and goddesses wonder and worry about you. If you do not complete your studies-" Black Speaker Ryianna was cut off by a swift tongued Myrai.
"-the world will fall into ruin and they will banish me to the depths of the Darkness. You're a black robe, Lady Rhiannon. Could you at least get your Queen to give you more original lines?" Myranalei smirked the very smirk that so annoyed Ryianna.
Ryianna flushed and grumbled; her blood red eyes shone with the flame of hatred. She hated the smart mouth of the neutral princess. It had gotten her into trouble more times that the Speaker magi could count. "To your chambers, acolyte. I shall send for your master. And keep your tongue in check, lady. You are not yet a magi. And I'm the one who gets to decide." She smiled happily, knowing she could easily deny Myrai what she had trained for years to get.
Myrai cast her hood over her her head. Hanging her head in shame, she kept her flushed face hidden beneath the burgundy cloak's folds. She allowed the superior mage to return to her shadowed chamber before she started for the Apprentice Tower. Myrai's cloak moved swiftly among the congregations of red, black, and white-robed magi and acolytes. Weaving her way through the small clusters of magic-users, Myranalei reached the marble stairway that led to the High Clerist's Tower. Swiftly, she ascended the stairs, quickly coming up upon the room which held so many memories for the young princess. The wooden door opened by itself, revealing a shadowed room, crowded with mounds of books upon books, small wooden tables, and spent candles.
A pair of deep blue eyes followed Myrai as she waded her way across the paper-strewn floor. "Welcome, young Myranalei. You're late."
Myrai looked up, focusing on the otherworldy blue eyes fixedly staring at her. Bowing politely, she spoke her return greeting softly. "Yes, Mistress. My apologies. I hope you are not too angry or disappointed." Her eyes dared a glance at once of the most powerful magi in the galaxy.
The cerculean blue eyes belonged to yet another fair-skinned face, her black hair framing her beautiful face elegantly. 'She looks every bit the Queen she is,' thought Myrai to herself. The silver robes, worn only by the two most powerful magi, curved around the beautifully sculpted body. Her silver vallenwood scepter with inlaid lapis lazuli, glowed a soft blue, mirroring the hypnotizing eyes of its wielder.
"Myrai, your mind is burdened. A heavy weight falls upon your shoulders. You wish to tell, yet you are afraid of the consequences of your speaking freely. It is alright. I am here.. to listen, to give advice. I am your mentor, but your friend and ally as well." The often stern eyes softened as the deep burgundy robes shifted uncomfortably. "Open up your mind, Myranalei."
"Yes, my mistress." Lady Lauranthalasa. The High Queen and Clerist of Crysanthia, descendant of the great cleric Lady Crysania. The most feared mage this side of the great moons. Willingly, she opened her mind up to her lady. Many a night she had cried herself into a dreamless sleep, wishing for someone to confide in. Ever since she was introduced to the Lady, Myranalei felt like her studies had purpose and meaning... that her life had purpose and meaning. She never wished for this life. Sometimes, she wished it would all just disappear..
"Princess?" Lady Lauranthalasa's words brought Myrai back from dreamland to the harsh reality that was her life.
"M'lady?" Her Mistress' eyes searched Myrai's very soul.
"Ryianna informs me that you are performing wonderfully in your art. Such high praise, coming from a Speaker Black robe to a lowly Red acolyte. She must think highly of you, Princess Myranalei." Myrai flinched as the silky voice of her Mistress spoke the name of the Speaker who fortold the end of the world.
"I suppose, m'lady." A sudden idea burned its flame brightly in Myrai's head, causing her to rethink her next statement. "Say, m'lady... do you think it would be possible for me to travel with my sister this autumn? She has asked for my company on her journey, and I daresay, she might need me."
The blue eyes flashed in amusement. 'Clever child. Just like her mother,' Lauranthalasa thought. She acted as though the idea took much deliberation between reason and fantasy. Finally, the Lady leaned back in her comfortable chair, a small smile on your face. "You never spoke of the trip. One day you up and left the temple, following your sister on a journey to... now where was it again?" A smirk played upon the lips of both acolyte and Lady. "Ryianna will know nothing. We never had this conversation. Now go on, Princess. Your sister awaits!"
Trying to hide the large grin that graced her face, Myrananlei bowed respectfully to Lady Lauranthalasa. "Thank you, m'lady!"