#violyste

*Morgan casually strides into the observatory, his eyes glued to the roof to judge the stars.*

Huh. Didn't expect such a place to be open like that...

*He then groans and rubs the back of his neck, bringing his chin down in exaggerated effort*

Aaand I hope whoever is here has a stash of Soul Relaxants. Ouch. @afkj-morgan

Violyste is at work with a Stargazing Crystal, carefully aligning it with her new telescope, when she hears Morgan’s voice. She yelps. The crystal shatters on the ground…hopefully a restoration spell can fix it later…

Vi hurries to see that yes, indeed, it’s necromancy master himself. How…?

“Morgan? What are you—“

She briefly checks the astrarium clock. Stars…planets…no, she’s not in the past again. What happened?

It pauses, the ladle hovering just above the surface as if waiting for it to scream.

"Except when the beans are listening. Then, you stop. You stop, or they remember the last time they burned."

- @magister-verdant

Violyste is in the middle of taking notes on the potion. Halfway through the explanation, she stops. The *crack* of her pencil lead breaking is audible throughout the space before she tosses the notebook to the side.

"Verdant, you can't tell me something is a rule and then give a list of exceptions. That's exactly how a rule doesn't work. A rule implies constancy. Like the orbit of the sun. Or...the laws of gravity with non-magical objects. Or the rules of energy dictating that it only gets passed around and not created." She pauses for a minute. Inhales.

"And I know I've waxed poetic about stars and their histories before, but what in Esperia do you mean, the beans are listening? They're BEANS. They shouldn't be hearing anything!"

A blue portal suddenly appears in Magister Violyste's Observatory... It's a clear, starry night in her realm... A lavender letter and... A box of telescope lands gently on a table...

A content of the letter is as below...

"Dear, Magister Violyste.

May Dura Above... Ease your deeds... My dear said you like to... Stargaze... So, I... asked Hugin to craft a device called... telescope... Which you could gaze upon those starry night sky... Ever so clearly... Using this device...

I hope this gift of mine... Is useful to you..."

~ sincerely, Magister Kafka

[ @kafka030 ]

Violyste reads over the letter, then quickly removes the telescope. She admires the beautiful piece, running her hand along the edge and testing the dials. After two hours briefly trying it out on the balcony, she places it in the box, making a note to get a stand for it so the telescope has a place of honor on her desk. -- Dear Magister Kafka,

It’s great to hear from you! I wish you and Magister Evangeline well from my corner of Esperia.

I’m in your debt for this gift. It’s perfect—all the stars brought to your eyes, like you could reach out and touch them. It feels like being home. Thank you.

I’ve included a gift for you as well in this letter. This golden ring may seem simple, but if you turn the band, it’ll transform into a sphere of the skies for you! I’ve embedded some magic in it as well to truly bring the stars to you.

Please come visit any time you like.

May the stars guide your path,

Magister Violyste

Violyste sits upright at her desk. She’s heard this voice before. It calls to her…always in riddles and fragments. She wants to ignore it and go about her tasks, but the star inside her is drawn to it like a magnet.

Is this real or just a hallucination? Another playful game of Tasi’s?

“Did you hear that, Luna?”

The Lunarelle flower doesn’t reply, so Violyste wanders out to her balcony. The silent stars watch her with longing. On instinct, Vi reaches out her hand to the expanse.

“Who are you? What do you want from me?”

Your partner in crime, @sir-valen

“Valen, that is incredibly childish and immature. You're always picking on poor Hogan. Can't you give him a break this one time? I'm sure he'll be coming back exhausted from traveling, ready to just sit down, finish his report, and get home.”

Violyste crosses her arms, then smirks.