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Willow tree ~
Within the inner walls of Besknayez, most insects belonged to Maithe; from the bees to worms to spiders, Maithe‘s connection to the smallest creatures allowed her to receive discrete messages. Although she used insects to receive information, she genuinely had a love for them. She’d often kept her insects well fed and taken care of if they came looking for food. Her favorites, however, were black widows and honey bees. She’d always found a stronger connection to the two very different yet similar kinds of insects; although they were both dangerous in their own ways, they were both docile creatures often receiving a bad reputation for the ways in which they’d protected themselves. They reminded her of her own experiences and the people she’d dedicated her life to helping. Her honey bees were often used as ’scouts’ who’d alert her of any suspicious activity or possible messengers while her spiders were the ones who’d investigate and deliver any messages.
Attracted to the scent of honey, two relatively small honey bees landed at the opening of the honey jar that Celeste had left open. Taking a drink of small droplets of honey left at the rim, the honey bees periodically glanced at Celeste and took account of her red ring that seemed to trigger a response in them. After a short moment, the bees made their departure, communicating among the ‘hive mind’ that a messenger had arrived. Skittering up the leg of the bench, a small black widow spider with a red hourglass shaped jewel on the upper side of its abdomen paused to curiously look up at Celeste’s ring. Being beckoned to the red ring that seemed to match in hue to the red hourglass on the black widow’s abdomen, the spider cautiously made its way up to Celeste’s hand pausing to stare up at her in anticipation.
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”Well?” Cinoa asked, holding out a hand to guide Maithe back through the curtain “It’s been quite some time since you left”
Lost in her thoughts, Maithe drifted toward the hooks on the wall and slowly hung her cloak and bag, pausing to think for a moment.
”Time moves differently between realms but that‘s not the point. Cinoa, the person who wanted to meet looked like Kyron… But it wasn’t Kyron”
”What does that even mean? Kyron is dead”
Maithe turned to look at Cinoa with a tinge of confusion and anger in her eyes
”Exactly. He claims his name is Lucion and is using Kyron’s body as a vessel”
”That’s… How? Kyron burned… We watched him burn…”
Normally composed, Cinoa‘s body tensed at the mention of Kyron’s body being used as a vessel. Whoever this person was, they had access to necromancy; but not just any kind of necromancy, they had access to powerful magic.
”I’ve never met another person who’s able to perform necromancy at such a high power. He was able to reconstruct his body from ashes… But that’s not even all of it… He told me something that might be the catalyst for the revolution if the information is true.”
Attracted to the scent of honey, two relatively small honey bees landed at the opening of the honey jar that Celeste had left open. Taking a drink of small droplets of honey left at the rim, the honey bees periodically glanced at Celeste and took account of her red ring that seemed to trigger a response in them. After a short moment, the bees made their departure, communicating among the ‘hive mind’ that a messenger had arrived. Skittering up the leg of the bench, a small black widow spider with a red hourglass shaped jewel on the upper side of its abdomen paused to curiously look up at Celeste’s ring. Being beckoned to the red ring that seemed to match in hue to the red hourglass on the black widow’s abdomen, the spider cautiously made its way up to Celeste’s hand pausing to stare up at her in anticipation.
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”Well?” Cinoa asked, holding out a hand to guide Maithe back through the curtain “It’s been quite some time since you left”
Lost in her thoughts, Maithe drifted toward the hooks on the wall and slowly hung her cloak and bag, pausing to think for a moment.
”Time moves differently between realms but that‘s not the point. Cinoa, the person who wanted to meet looked like Kyron… But it wasn’t Kyron”
”What does that even mean? Kyron is dead”
Maithe turned to look at Cinoa with a tinge of confusion and anger in her eyes
”Exactly. He claims his name is Lucion and is using Kyron’s body as a vessel”
”That’s… How? Kyron burned… We watched him burn…”
Normally composed, Cinoa‘s body tensed at the mention of Kyron’s body being used as a vessel. Whoever this person was, they had access to necromancy; but not just any kind of necromancy, they had access to powerful magic.
”I’ve never met another person who’s able to perform necromancy at such a high power. He was able to reconstruct his body from ashes… But that’s not even all of it… He told me something that might be the catalyst for the revolution if the information is true.”
