A Fable of Gods Sentence Starters // ACCEPTING » @ofcentvries (G'raha) said: “I have my ways.”
𝙸𝚃 𝚃𝙾𝙾𝙺 𝙻𝙸𝚃𝚃𝙻𝙴 𝙼𝙾𝚁𝙴 than a glance to see she was out of her depths. Put her in the jungles of Golmore, or Twelvewood’s hidden groves, and she could flourish; given time, she might even come to enjoy the streets of Ul’dah, or the winding, tangled back alleys of Limsa. But here, in the pristine, marble halls of Old Sharlyan, Eydis couldn’t help but feel like her greatest contribution was the mud she tracked in on her boots.
Within the aisles of Noumenon, she was hopelessly lost. Even the mammets were useless - they could only help her find something if she knew what she was looking for, after all. Something about….void tears? she had told them, echoing the one bit of pertinent information that had stuck with her from Y’shtola’s long-winded elaboration. It considered her request a moment, whirring and perusing its internal records as if it were humming in thought, before it chimed in reply: 3,467 results registered within the Noumenon. 2,899 references locked behind restrictions. Please present your token of the forum’s authority to continue.
Eydis groaned. It would take the better part of a fortnight to get through even one of the books in here. Nevermind thousands! And no doubt the information they needed - the controversial, raw knowledge - would have been deemed too dangerous for the general public. They’d need the forums authority, perhaps Fourchenault's….the thought of groveling to the Leveilleur's patriarch made her lips twist in distaste.
“What’s that look for?”
A familiar voice twitched her ears. Despite herself, she smiled as she turned, more than a little relieved to find her fellow scion grinning with an armful of tomes. ”At least one of us had some luck,” she said. He gestured for her to follow, and she was happy to step back into the sunshine and leave the stuffy, muffled air of the library behind.
“Fear not, my friend. I daresay the information we need is somewhere in this pile.” G'raha placed them carefully on the bench between them, giving the topmost book a gentle tap. “Straight from level four.”
“Four?” Her brow rose in surprise — and admiration. “How did you get your hands on those so quick?”
G’raha answered her with a cryptic smile, one that echoed the memory of another enigmatic figure, from a different time and shard. Some things never changed. “I have my ways.”
Eydis rolled her eyes, though the warmth never wavered from her smile. “If you say so.” She helped herself to a book from the middle of the stack ( the thinnest, and with any luck, easiest to digest ) then settled back to read. “I will be impressed if you have a way to get through all of these before the next calamity.”