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The morning after having arrived to Gridania, Di'nozih and her elder sister, made their way through the city to Nophica's Altar and the conjurer's guild.
When they entered the area, Nozih was apprehensive, based on her knowledge of conjury. Â Healing magic, she knew, and that would be helpful, if it could help, but how powerful could a healer be?
When they arrived at Nophica's altar, however, things started to change.
First, because her aetheric sight was still so poor, walking outside was sometimes disorienting.  If she'd been on the surface for longer, it probably wouldn't have been a problem, but having an open sky just felt wrong somehow.
But then they arrived, and began the descent under ground, through a tunnel. Â Though she couldn't say she felt good, it was comforting to think they were surrounded by the earth, rather than standing upon it.
The second thing Nozih noticed was the conversations were not merely of healing magics, but also of these "elementals", and the manipulation of earth, wind, and water. Â It wasn't completely clear, based on the broken conversations she listened to, but the fact that conjury might be something more...
After talking to the guild receptionist, they were directed to see Brother E-Sumi-Yan, and went to introduce themselves.
"You wish to join the conjurer's guild?" he asked. Â That is why many people unknown to him tend to approach, after all.
"No," Nozih said tentatively. Â "I-I am a thaumaturrrge, but my aethhhherrr levels have fallen verrrry low."
She stood silently for a long while, steeling herself for what she needed to do. Â "Can you helppp me?" she asked so quietly it was barely a whisper.
"Ah," he said pausing for a time to look over the Speaker. Â "I'm sorry, but low aetheric levels aren't something that can be helped, with conjury or anything else that I'm aware of."
"But I'm a thaumaturge," Nozih repeated more insistently, as if the Padjal simply didn't understand that part of the story and, having been reminded of it, would remember how to fix a broken thaumaturge.
But he simply shook his head, not that Nozih could see it very well. Â "I'm sorry, the amount of aetheric reserves within each person is different..."
"But I'm a thaumaturrrrge!" she cried out, bringing all other conversation in the guild hall to a stop as the others turned to see who was causing a commotion.
Or, more likely, wondering what a thaumaturge, and such a proud one at that, was doing in the conjurer's guild, a feat of "getting lost" that would go down in the annals of history.
Brother E-Sumi-Yan did not raise his voice in response, or even snap back, but rather waited for a moment to allow the miqo'te a chance to say anything more she might, before he replied simply, "I'm sorry, but if your aetheric reserves are too low to practice thaumaturgy, there's nothing I can do to help."
The morning after having arrived to Gridania, Di'nozih and her elder sister, made their way through the city to Nophica's Altar and the conjurer's guild.
When they entered the area, Nozih was apprehensive, based on her knowledge of conjury. Â Healing magic, she knew, and that would be helpful, if it could help, but how powerful could a healer be?
When they arrived at Nophica's altar, however, things started to change.
First, because her aetheric sight was still so poor, walking outside was sometimes disorienting.  If she'd been on the surface for longer, it probably wouldn't have been a problem, but having an open sky just felt wrong somehow.
But then they arrived, and began the descent under ground, through a tunnel. Â Though she couldn't say she felt good, it was comforting to think they were surrounded by the earth, rather than standing upon it.
The second thing Nozih noticed was the conversations were not merely of healing magics, but also of these "elementals", and the manipulation of earth, wind, and water. Â It wasn't completely clear, based on the broken conversations she listened to, but the fact that conjury might be something more...
After talking to the guild receptionist, they were directed to see Brother E-Sumi-Yan, and went to introduce themselves.
"You wish to join the conjurer's guild?" he asked. Â That is why many people unknown to him tend to approach, after all.
"No," Nozih said tentatively. Â "I-I am a thaumaturrrge, but my aethhhherrr levels have fallen verrrry low."
She stood silently for a long while, steeling herself for what she needed to do. Â "Can you helppp me?" she asked so quietly it was barely a whisper.
"Ah," he said pausing for a time to look over the Speaker. Â "I'm sorry, but low aetheric levels aren't something that can be helped, with conjury or anything else that I'm aware of."
"But I'm a thaumaturge," Nozih repeated more insistently, as if the Padjal simply didn't understand that part of the story and, having been reminded of it, would remember how to fix a broken thaumaturge.
But he simply shook his head, not that Nozih could see it very well. Â "I'm sorry, the amount of aetheric reserves within each person is different..."
"But I'm a thaumaturrrrge!" she cried out, bringing all other conversation in the guild hall to a stop as the others turned to see who was causing a commotion.
Or, more likely, wondering what a thaumaturge, and such a proud one at that, was doing in the conjurer's guild, a feat of "getting lost" that would go down in the annals of history.
Brother E-Sumi-Yan did not raise his voice in response, or even snap back, but rather waited for a moment to allow the miqo'te a chance to say anything more she might, before he replied simply, "I'm sorry, but if your aetheric reserves are too low to practice thaumaturgy, there's nothing I can do to help."
