When you lay awake at night, what do you think of? Does your mind flash to your past mistakes? Or do you imagine a different world, curiously similar to your own? Or vastly different in many aspects?
Do you imagine a flame sitting quietly in your palm? Flickering in and out of existence? Or do you imagine something entirely different?
Regardless, I believe we can agree on the fact that your mind can escape you in those times. Lost in a sea of your own creativity, emotion, or memories. It can be beautiful and incredibly majestic. It's light bolstering the one housed deep within your soul. Or it can be suffocating and corrosive, slowly burning its way through your mind until you find nothing else but hate, be that to others, or yourself.
Izaneus stood in thought, his eyes unfocused as he mindlessly recited the creator's language to better control his magic. The words spoken bringing more focus to his formulaic spell.
"Soleana shelti, veru tor, fel soma" The words echoed outward twice, then three times, each with a different tone to Iza's calmed voice. Deeply contrasting the tempest within him.
As the final incantation was spoke, a flash of deep violet traveled briefly through the air. Before winding itself back into a canvas carapace, a tent for shelter, They'd landed not too long ago, a sudden and violent storm halting progress. Not for lack of Sylphid's efforts however.
The Dragon, although not a servant of the Drake Lorde deity from Infreya, seemed just as feisty, with the constitution and stubbornness of a moving mountain, however. It was no secret that the Dragon had limited stamina, and flying both above, or below the storm was to prove dangerous. Thus they opted to break camp for the night.
Izaneus had set about the conjuration of essential supplies. A few tents, some provisions, and sleeping necessities.
All in all, it would take at least an hour, with the stipulation that Izaneus hurried up. Rain had hampered visibility already. If it continued like this through the morning they might be better off traveling on foot until it passes. Fighting the ever growing wind taxed Sylphid something ferocious…
Izaneus felt his hand clench itself tightly, the cold of the cloud needles pressing themselves into his skin, each projectile more forceful and painful than the last. He looked to the tent, his "companions" So to speak, already darting for it. While Sylphid simply enjoyed the feel of the Rain.
Yet besides this Izaneus questioned to himself why the other two came along… until he realized Tabitha's intention.
To keep him in line, and remove him from the picture should it be necessary.
He wasn't sure how to deal with this hypothesis of his. Izaneus could feel his mind fighting his heart, and vice versa. How was he supposed to defend himself? " I came from another world! My kind's Elves are relatively nomadic!" he thought to himself briefly, as the scenario flashed through his thoughts.
How would they react to that? Like he was insane, idiotic, or patronizing. Were he to spout nonsense about being from another world, to a populace who knew nothing about interdimensional travel. Not only would he label himself a fool, a dangerous Elven fool. But he most certainly would be faced with an enormous amount of scrutiny.
That is to say, if he tried that route. It would likely be supremely difficult to explain.
By the time he'd realized he was inside his own head again. Izaneus had finished weaving the tents and such, he felt a tug on his sleeve, from behind him.
" Izaneus. May we speak?" Louise called out from below him, her eyes looking into his with supreme concern. Saying nothing, and avoiding her gaze, Izaneus turned to enter his own tent, when Louise simply grabbed more firmly, and pulled him into hers. " You promised, and I'm no longer requesting this information.. Please, talk to me." She stated, sitting down, holding onto his sleeve even after he did as well. Not particularly trustful enough that he wouldn't take that moment to run
However, seeing both that he needed her assistance, and that she'd been patient with him, Izaneus acquiesced. Releasing a sigh of displeasure as he made sure to get himself comfortable. Something spoke within him that this not the way he was supposed to address his master.
"It began with my father. Years ago."
Hello! Happy Thanksgiving everyone! I hope you all had a pleasant turkey day. Another short chapter unfortunately, which I do apologize for.
But i'm so glad to be up and posting again! I love being able to see how I myself view Izaneus and this characters, and how that perspective grows.
As well as looking forward as to what y'all think I can do better! Feel free to leave your criticisms for me! I read each and every one, and appreciate them all just as much.
I think that's it from me folks! Have a good night, and happy holidays!