Prompt #13: Results

It has been a long time since I updated this, and yet I don’t have many actual results to report, merely more conjectures. It is frustrating, and yet I can certainly understand why others like me would want to keep that as secret as possible.

I have run into one other who seems to possess my specific affliction… and he seems to confirm what Solenne and I suspected. I likely won’t age, as long as I keep using external aether, and i have to keep doing that unless I wish to die. I… I try not to think of this often. The thought of living on while those around me, while she–

No, let us not dwell on that.

Interestingly, not all voidtouched seem to have this power. I wonder if that means that they are not as corrupted as myself, or if the ones who made them simply didn’t see fit to give it to them.

I wish I could get everyone together in one room. Mayhaps together we could uncover more about what we are now. But I’m not sure how many would be willing to accept the risks…

– Private notes on the nature of voidtouched

Prompt #12: Accolade

“You got top marks on the last exam Greystone. So why are you sitting here alone?”

Idristan glances up sharply, fingers that had been splayed on the desk before him curling in anger at the name ‘Greystone’. It takes nearly all of his self-restraint not to snap back that that was not his name, he had a proper one from his mother, one far better than the bastard title his father ‘gifted’ him with.

But he does not do so. One does not snap at ones’ teachers nor priests, and especially not those who were fulfilling both roles at once.

The priestess sighs softly, apparently mistaking his anger for further sulking. “You need connections as well as grades Idristan. Especially given your standing…” Her eyes slide briefly but pointedly towards his uniform. Even without taking into account that his black coat was plain and unadorned with any of the signifiers of noble birth, it’s patched and ill-fitting nature told enough of the story all on it’s own. “You should be celebrating with the others.”

Idristan can’t help but snort softly at that, earning himself a glare. “I very much doubt they would appreciate my company,” he states quickly. He does not, as the priestess shakes her head and turns away, mention the fact that it didn’t matter how many accolades he achieved. Either he would end up the priest of small, out of the way church in an outlying village, or he might, if he managed to make ‘connections’, end up as assistant and sycophant to one of the nobles destined to oversee the great cathedrals.

There would be no rising on his own merits.

To Everyone going to Fanfest

tiergan-vashir:

honhonoura:

Safe flights, have fun, stay hydrated it’s the desert y’all.

ALSO 1) Some hotels have food courts that have cheaper fast food options than what is on the strip or actual sit down restaurants! Less painful for the wallet if you need to save money.

2) Unless SE figured things out, the lines will be long for shit, line up with friends so you don’t die of boredom and can keep each other company.

3) Stay hydrated its the desert.