Shadow in the SunsetStarted by Selverya Agnon at Aug 11, 2019 2:45 pm
Einmanudur 17, 76
The strange lady had come, had a discussion with Katsuya, and now she was using sorcery to get herself to the sea floor. It wasn't like Selverya was complaining, the help was nice, but she was curious. What was so important? Maybe it was one of those Messiah things. There seemed to be an awful lot of those, and those were things Katsuya mostly had to deal with on his own. It wasn't like Selverya really understood them, because she wasn't the Messiah, and that was a road perhaps parallel to her own, but not one she'd ever truly understand.
She'd never admit it, but, it made her a little sad, and maybe a little lonely. It was always going to be a journey she could never be a true part of, for all that he tried to make her part of it. It was admirable, but, she'd also accepted there'd be things she didn't understand a long time ago. She just... also didn't realise it'd be this lonely.
It wasn't like it mattered much.
Somewhere around midday, after making sure Jharnan wasn't jumping off ship masts or anything (she did it sometimes, and he thought he was going to copy mommy, except mommy was an air sorcerer and wouldn't die), she wandered around a little less aimlessly until she'd meandered into Katsuya. They were probably about a quarter done, now. The extra assist from Kemosiri's fleet was helping a good deal, and they might be done within a week or two.
Selverya still wanted to go explode something in the middle of the Ebondrake, but, it was probably ill-advised. "Hey," she greeted, happily flopping down onto her butt (without sitting on her tail was nice). "How goes things over here?" It seemed to be going, at least. It usually was.
"Hey!" Katsuya greeted warmly with a small smile. Katsuya finished what he was working on directly and moved to settle down beside Selverya for a moment or two. A short break wouldn't hurt, and he felt like he hadn't had enough time to talk to her since all this started. .... None of them had really had enough time to rest though, to be fair about it.
"Not terribly." At least not any more terribly than everything had been going so far. Okay since the attack it had been relatively smooth but... unpleasant. Very unpleasant work. That wasn't surprising given it was corruption cleaning and body burning. A lot of their own had been lost, and that was sad.
"The Oracle of Nashret decided to pay me a visit." He was still cross eyed about that, for the record. "That's the new person helping in the water now." Clarifying because a new person was always worthy of curiosity, especially after they'd been attacked by the Ebondrake.
He'd explain, of course, shortly. She always got the truth from him, even when he didn't necessarily understand or like it. Selverya was a big girl, and the truth was better than a lie between them, because lies would only drive them apart anyway. ... Besides, he didn't have anything to hide he just didn't like what the Oracle wanted him to do, exactly. Going to Dalmasca was likely to be nothing short of a shit show, after all. But the Oracle was helping out here with the express purpose of getting it clean enough that he wouldn't feel bad about leaving.
Never mind it was important, even if he didn't like it. That was... probably the worst part, the knowing that it was the right thing to do even if it was a terrible idea.
He leaned his head on Selverya's shoulder lightly for a second before sitting back up properly. "How are you doing?" Checking in seemed like a good idea. Things had been... tense since the Ebondrake fight, obviously.
That was good, then. Not terribly was a little better than they'd been doing, collectively, since the confrontation with the Ebondrake. And as much as Selverya would love to be what took them down, she also knew she was at a disadvantage at the moment. Generally, the Blackram had been avoiding the Ebondrake thus far; they weren't really enemies, but they weren't allies, either, and that suited both sides just fine. Now, though, the Ebondrake were seemingly beginning to see the Blackram Marauders as an obstacle, and that meant whether they liked it or not, the Ebondrake were likely to start a war with them.
The Blackram were massive, but this fleet? Very few wanted to follow an ilim. Especially a girl ilim, if they were from the southeast, and most of the population was.
At that, Selverya made a face. "I thought the Oracle never left Nashret," she said, somewhat slowly. It certainly explained her power levels; they were rather high. But the Oracle didn't leave Saqqara. It was everyone else that went to her. Maybe this was important? It probably had something to do with his being the Messiah. That made the most sense.
"And I'm fine, just..." She paused, there, breathing in and resting her hands on her hips for a second, before they dropped. "Emotionally drained, I guess." Her fleet had been together for a while, now. They were some of the few Marauders that were okay with following an ilim girl as their Admiral, and in the end, they died for it, and there really wasn't any making that right again. It was what it was, and as much as she wanted to take the Ebondrake down for this, because she'd lost so many, she also knew that wish was fairly futile. The other fleets hardly listened to her. Except Khemosiri's, but that was only because they were friends, and he was never one to understimate an ilim.
"I've never heard of her leaving either. Apparently this was considered to be an emergency." More or less that seemed to be the answer. "She wanted to talk to me because I'm the messiah. ... Or more accurately, she wanted to explain a little more about how that prophecy actually went." Because they'd sort of had it wrong, and it made a bit of a difference to the way they should be handling things.
Also she wanted him to find the other guardians before it was too late and that was... she thought they were in Dalmasca, which was unpleasant. It was a great place! But if they were there, and she was right, then... it was also important. Sometimes, things sucked.
"Yeah, I hear that." His tone was quietly sympathetic. It was rough, this whole thing was hard to recover from and it was a lot to take care of. And there was still so much work to be done, but it was draining taking care of the bodies of the people who had more-or-less become their extended family. They'd lost so many...so many people.
And if it weren't for Khemosiri's fleet helping them, then this would be even more of a hellish problem.
They'd get this taken care of, and then apparently he would set his eyes onto doing what the Oracle wanted. She didn't leave Nashret often, the fact that she had was a testament to how important she felt this was. And the Ilim was not going to aruge with her. There was no reason to really think she had miss-judged. And perhaps in the end the issue with the ebondrake was merely a symptom of a much bigger problem with the corruption than he realized.
"Hopefully things start to smooth out a little, but I'm not holding my breath." Not after this. This was... not something they were going to recover from quickly.