[Modranicht. Starlight. Neither was a celebration, an event that meant anything at all to Emet-Selch.
But he knew it was celebrated by others, and this time that is something that he's willing to consider. And so, deposited at Irhya's desk at some point when the miqo'te is out, is a simple white box, tied with blue ribbon. Though undramatic, there's a certain understated elegance to it. Inside is an object, and a note.
The item, wrapped in silk cloth, should be one that he knows would be familiar to her now. A stone, carved, colored in the brilliant orange of the sun, and marked by its symbol. Her symbol, though she may have forsaken her seat and her title, and forgotten her past. Though simple, it had taken some effort to get it right; Emet-Selch was nothing if not particular when it came to things that mattered to him. Once again, he crafted it in secret (no one on the Convocation would ever understand), if through this foreign conjuration rather than his native magic. And in the end he was satisfied with it: Azem's constellation stone.
The note is as follows:]
Bereft of any magic or memory, apart from those you already carry with you. But you've no need for more than that, do you?
'What twisted roots dare clutch, what branches twist Free of our broken husk? Daughter of war, You cannot say, or guess, for you know only A heap of broken images. An echo overcast, the sun in shade Yet warms the land she passes by. Stars gathered, remembered, A eulogy of silence. A promise quiet, where words had not reached, but an answer given. I had remained, neither Living nor dead, remembering all but knowing nothing, Ambitions shorn, and dreams lost. An ending overdue And the shadow's consolation. What final sight, but recognition granted, Looking into the heart of light, the silence.'
[It is unsigned, though the author and gift's origin are not exactly hard to guess. The handwriting is a bit... poor. His right hand was recently badly injured, so he had to use his left instead. He tried, and was too stubborn to get anyone else to write it for him.]
Modranicht
But he knew it was celebrated by others, and this time that is something that he's willing to consider. And so, deposited at Irhya's desk at some point when the miqo'te is out, is a simple white box, tied with blue ribbon. Though undramatic, there's a certain understated elegance to it. Inside is an object, and a note.
The item, wrapped in silk cloth, should be one that he knows would be familiar to her now. A stone, carved, colored in the brilliant orange of the sun, and marked by its symbol. Her symbol, though she may have forsaken her seat and her title, and forgotten her past. Though simple, it had taken some effort to get it right; Emet-Selch was nothing if not particular when it came to things that mattered to him. Once again, he crafted it in secret (no one on the Convocation would ever understand), if through this foreign conjuration rather than his native magic. And in the end he was satisfied with it: Azem's constellation stone.
The note is as follows:]
Bereft of any magic or memory, apart from those you already carry with you. But you've no need for more than that, do you?
'What twisted roots dare clutch, what branches twist
Free of our broken husk? Daughter of war,
You cannot say, or guess, for you know only
A heap of broken images. An echo overcast, the sun in shade
Yet warms the land she passes by.
Stars gathered, remembered,
A eulogy of silence. A promise quiet,
where words had not reached, but an answer given. I had remained, neither
Living nor dead, remembering all but knowing nothing,
Ambitions shorn, and dreams lost. An ending overdue
And the shadow's consolation. What final sight, but recognition granted,
Looking into the heart of light, the silence.'
[It is unsigned, though the author and gift's origin are not exactly hard to guess. The handwriting is a bit... poor. His right hand was recently badly injured, so he had to use his left instead. He tried, and was too stubborn to get anyone else to write it for him.]