Water Lily Kitty

A letter? Such a strange thing to be given in comparison to the usual offerings and wishes that sat about the altar steps. The first thought was to simply disregard the letter. He made a gesture to when the Moogle rushed to his face. The moogle seemed rather inclined to wait and make sure he not only read it but responded.  Tejshar took it, unfolded the parchment, read the first line and then burst into laughter.  “Renaux suggested. “ He laughed again, shifting his weight to a more comfortable position. His burning hues regarding the moogle for a moment. “Alright. Alright. At least it sounds interesting. Give me a moment. “ He then read the letter.

“Hopefully this reaches you. Renaux suggested I write a letter to seek out answers to my questions. So here goes.    I asked you about your endgame before. That question still stands. What is your plan, getting all this power and accumulating these souls? What do you want to do with it?    How do your shell vessel things work?    Can I have a list of the people who you have pacts to get their souls?    How do I summon you?    Also what fruit do you accept as offerings? Only citrus or do any fruit work? What about vegetables?I’d like to speak with you in person again as well.-Xauko”

“Alright. Take a letter moogle.. “ He growled a little and then stood to his feet, pacing about the temple as he spoke. “End game is a strange word. It makes it sound like what I do is purely of my own desire and design. That it is merely a game to play. I’m afraid it is not. You would have to understand the world and beyond this world to even begin to fathom what it is I do and am. ‘My plan’ as you call it is not of my design either. I hold a purpose and function within the cycle of things. I will tell you this, where there is darkness, there is light. If I scare you enough to wish my death, just image what awaits in the light. Biding its time. I assure you. Once I am no longer, there will be nothing left to stand in IT’s way. “ He chuckled again tossing an orange up into the air, catching it with his hand then bitting into the unpeeled fruit like an apple.

“I have given you a shell. I will allow you to figure it out. However, if you wish to summon me it is fairly simple. Allow me to write upon your flesh the name of power, or, offer a prayer and I will come. Usually. Even I have limitations and can’t be everywhere at once. Thus the priestess exists. “ He paused and looked at the Moogle.

“What was the last question? Oh.. “ he growled and looked at the Orange in his hand, crushing it to a pulp. “I only listen to offerings of Oranges… Be warned however Little One. To toy with a summoning’s bindings is to wreak woe. “

“No matter how long we exist, we have our memories. Points in time which time itself cannot erase. Suffering may distort my backward glances, but even to suffering, some memories will yield nothing of their beauty or their splendor.“

Alun’s learning how to swim.