Earth conjury. Elementals.
Midra only barely knew the basics of conjury-- there were tales, of course, well-loved legends, of how conjury had been invented underground; but the Padjal had taken it with them to the surface, and now precious little knowledge remained.
Yet this hall, with its stone that hummed with aether, not dead or wounded or crying in pain like so much of the surfacefolk's stone... this hall spoke of good things. It spoke of ancient things, of connections to pure and powerful ways, of gods slumbering beneath their feet, waiting to wake up and embrace the world.
She knew that Nozih couldn't see it, and so, only half-listening to her sister's question, her first words as they left the guild were "It feels good."
She shrugged at the actual question. "The names for things are different on the surface," she said in their tongue. "Even if I knew much of the mapping above ground, I'd know the old Gelmorran names for places. But I do have a map... Mother Miounne gave it to me. I got Krrahsa to redraw it on my tablet."
She was careful to use the Common word for Mother, not the Speaker one, when speaking of Miounne. In their tongue, a mother was wawa, but to title someone Wawa was an honour given only to the highest priests, and to Wawa Ghaya Herself.
She pulled out her tablet and called up the map, its stone surface deforming to reveal the lines.
"I have trouble reading the Common words, even in relief. But I think-- this says Treespeak. North of here, as his words suggested."
The talk of mapping over, she sighed a little, though not in displeasure, and flicked her ears to regard the Guild Hall.
"This conjury," she said with a smile in her voice, reaching out a hand toward Nozih's staff, yet remaining a few ilms away as she clicked a request. Even if Nozih was her sister, one did not simply touch another's ritual tools without permission. "I think I am also curious."
Midra only barely knew the basics of conjury-- there were tales, of course, well-loved legends, of how conjury had been invented underground; but the Padjal had taken it with them to the surface, and now precious little knowledge remained.
Yet this hall, with its stone that hummed with aether, not dead or wounded or crying in pain like so much of the surfacefolk's stone... this hall spoke of good things. It spoke of ancient things, of connections to pure and powerful ways, of gods slumbering beneath their feet, waiting to wake up and embrace the world.
She knew that Nozih couldn't see it, and so, only half-listening to her sister's question, her first words as they left the guild were "It feels good."
She shrugged at the actual question. "The names for things are different on the surface," she said in their tongue. "Even if I knew much of the mapping above ground, I'd know the old Gelmorran names for places. But I do have a map... Mother Miounne gave it to me. I got Krrahsa to redraw it on my tablet."
She was careful to use the Common word for Mother, not the Speaker one, when speaking of Miounne. In their tongue, a mother was wawa, but to title someone Wawa was an honour given only to the highest priests, and to Wawa Ghaya Herself.
She pulled out her tablet and called up the map, its stone surface deforming to reveal the lines.
"I have trouble reading the Common words, even in relief. But I think-- this says Treespeak. North of here, as his words suggested."
The talk of mapping over, she sighed a little, though not in displeasure, and flicked her ears to regard the Guild Hall.
"This conjury," she said with a smile in her voice, reaching out a hand toward Nozih's staff, yet remaining a few ilms away as she clicked a request. Even if Nozih was her sister, one did not simply touch another's ritual tools without permission. "I think I am also curious."
