He had learned several important facts.
As he was leaving the Convictory, a field hospital had been erected beneath the face of the granite cliffs. Men and women in heavy white robes administered aid to those who had been wounded in the battle. There were several violet tents pitched to provide shelter, but many more individuals lay scattered amidst the ground. The Xaela had passed by it and his eyes widened in shock as a familiar hum vibrated past his horns. A white-robed woman was cradling a knight's head in her hands. A bundle of crumpled, blood-stained bandages lay nearby, and the knight's temple was sporting an impressive--and deep--gash along the side.
The woman's palms were glowing with a gentle luminescence of cerulean-white light. The knight groaned and attempted to turn his head, although her hands would quickly guide it back to beneath the light that was being emitted. Kasrjin did little more than stare at her. The gash began to dry and cake over slightly, and apparently satisfied, the white-robed woman set about wrapping the knight's head with fresh bandages.
"Do your best to avoid any physical labour for at least a fortnight. The deepest parts of your wound have been healed but only rest and proper convalescence will be able to do the rest, at least for now," she said as her hands gently wrapped the white cloth around the knight's head. He grunted and nodded, and when the chirurgeon was finished, she gently lay his head back down on the cot and stood from her kneeling position. It was only then that she could sense the presence of someone behind her, and as she turned she yelped as she was greeted with nearly seven fulms of Xaela staring at her with equal parts austerity and curiosity with forceful emerald eyes.
"M-may I help you?" the chirurgeon stuttered briefly, caught off guard by how close the Au Ra was standing.
"What did you use to heal him?" His tone was flat and direct.
"'Tis conjury. If you do not require aid, please make way. I have more wounded to attend to." The chirurgeon's startled voice was replaced with her own brand of rigidity, but as she made a move to shuffle past the Au Ra, Kasrjin manoeuvred to block her way.
"What is this 'conjury'?"
Her brief moment of fright had quickly been replaced with irritation, and her eyes darted from left to right seeking an answer that would simultaneously satisfy this exasperating Au Ra and also be brief in tone. "It uses aether. If you wish to learn more, please consult the Scholasticate, or...someone else. Now if you will excuse me..."
Kasrjin stepped aside, allowing the chirurgeon to move to elsewhere in the camp in a huff.
Aether. He recalled the sensation that he had felt as he had placed his head against the floating mass of blue crystal in the forest. It was a form of energy that felt familiar but...refined? Tsanai was insistent that the Correspondence existed in abundance on the Western continent, but had failed to define it, citing that it was something that could not be properly described.
He glanced up, towards the spires of Ishgard. A low cloud was aggressively rolling towards the rest of the highlands, a fog that threatened to swallow the area for a time.
Aether.
So there was a goal, but knowing that did not make his task any easier. There was a distinct difference between the Correspondence used by the Tsenkhai and the 'aether' used in this "conjury". It raised more questions than it answered. Was it possible that more forms of it existed? How would he know which form was his objective? Before, it was simply a matter of finding the source of those pulses of energy. That was aether, being used...somewhere, for something.
Kasrjin breathed deeply, and his sabatons fell with heavy steps upon the hardened snow.
He was closer, yes, but only now did he begin to see how far his goal was. And with trepidation, his heart and mind both acknowledged that it may not be possible. He had adapted more to the Western continent...but not by much. But now he was bidden to reside here for much longer. There was no telling how much longer he would be required to search.
The clouds had begun to roll aggressively towards the lowlands. Kasrjin shook his head.
With time. He would find it with time.
As he was leaving the Convictory, a field hospital had been erected beneath the face of the granite cliffs. Men and women in heavy white robes administered aid to those who had been wounded in the battle. There were several violet tents pitched to provide shelter, but many more individuals lay scattered amidst the ground. The Xaela had passed by it and his eyes widened in shock as a familiar hum vibrated past his horns. A white-robed woman was cradling a knight's head in her hands. A bundle of crumpled, blood-stained bandages lay nearby, and the knight's temple was sporting an impressive--and deep--gash along the side.
The woman's palms were glowing with a gentle luminescence of cerulean-white light. The knight groaned and attempted to turn his head, although her hands would quickly guide it back to beneath the light that was being emitted. Kasrjin did little more than stare at her. The gash began to dry and cake over slightly, and apparently satisfied, the white-robed woman set about wrapping the knight's head with fresh bandages.
"Do your best to avoid any physical labour for at least a fortnight. The deepest parts of your wound have been healed but only rest and proper convalescence will be able to do the rest, at least for now," she said as her hands gently wrapped the white cloth around the knight's head. He grunted and nodded, and when the chirurgeon was finished, she gently lay his head back down on the cot and stood from her kneeling position. It was only then that she could sense the presence of someone behind her, and as she turned she yelped as she was greeted with nearly seven fulms of Xaela staring at her with equal parts austerity and curiosity with forceful emerald eyes.
"M-may I help you?" the chirurgeon stuttered briefly, caught off guard by how close the Au Ra was standing.
"What did you use to heal him?" His tone was flat and direct.
"'Tis conjury. If you do not require aid, please make way. I have more wounded to attend to." The chirurgeon's startled voice was replaced with her own brand of rigidity, but as she made a move to shuffle past the Au Ra, Kasrjin manoeuvred to block her way.
"What is this 'conjury'?"
Her brief moment of fright had quickly been replaced with irritation, and her eyes darted from left to right seeking an answer that would simultaneously satisfy this exasperating Au Ra and also be brief in tone. "It uses aether. If you wish to learn more, please consult the Scholasticate, or...someone else. Now if you will excuse me..."
Kasrjin stepped aside, allowing the chirurgeon to move to elsewhere in the camp in a huff.
Aether. He recalled the sensation that he had felt as he had placed his head against the floating mass of blue crystal in the forest. It was a form of energy that felt familiar but...refined? Tsanai was insistent that the Correspondence existed in abundance on the Western continent, but had failed to define it, citing that it was something that could not be properly described.
He glanced up, towards the spires of Ishgard. A low cloud was aggressively rolling towards the rest of the highlands, a fog that threatened to swallow the area for a time.
Aether.
So there was a goal, but knowing that did not make his task any easier. There was a distinct difference between the Correspondence used by the Tsenkhai and the 'aether' used in this "conjury". It raised more questions than it answered. Was it possible that more forms of it existed? How would he know which form was his objective? Before, it was simply a matter of finding the source of those pulses of energy. That was aether, being used...somewhere, for something.
Kasrjin breathed deeply, and his sabatons fell with heavy steps upon the hardened snow.
He was closer, yes, but only now did he begin to see how far his goal was. And with trepidation, his heart and mind both acknowledged that it may not be possible. He had adapted more to the Western continent...but not by much. But now he was bidden to reside here for much longer. There was no telling how much longer he would be required to search.
The clouds had begun to roll aggressively towards the lowlands. Kasrjin shook his head.
With time. He would find it with time.
