A Future Long Since Past || Tristan Jan 7, 2018 21:53:44 GMT -7
Post by Tehodis Kitai on Jan 7, 2018 21:53:44 GMT -7
| Several hours past the final stroke of midnight in the dead of winter there was rarely anyone in the halls of the Eight Veils Academy, let alone in the courtyard. Yes, there were evokers who could create a blast of fire to keep themselves cozy as they stalked the snow; yes, there were transmutationists who could make heat out of cold and with enough effort wouldn't be bothered by the chill; yes, there were illusionists who, if nothing else, could convince their skin that it was not getting frostbite, but no one wanted to put in that kind of effort. Not when class was cancelled due to the cold, not when you could cuddle under a pile of blankets and not think about school for a few wonderful days.|
Tehodis Kitai was not just anyone. She was the top of her class, and only somewhat because she was naturally 'Gifted'. Tehodis Kitai was a hard worker. She took every lesson to heart and practiced it to perfection, and she never stopped until she succeeded. Those were the reasons why Tehodis Kitai was great at forming relationships with just about everyone, and they were the reason why she was the top of her class. Best diviner in her school, best diviner of her age. In due time, many thought, she could be the best diviner in Rielcia. Given another couple of decades, anyways.
This work ethic was what drove Tehodis Kitai to be out in the freezing cold on a night before cancelled classes. She was cooped in a stone gazebo with nothing but a small warming charm to keep her going, standing over a pool of water too magical to turn to ice, practicing. Her class had been attempting, that truly being the operative word, to predict the future. It was incredibly difficult, most diviners in the class would never succeed, and that made Tehodis want to do it. Not just do it, but be the first to do it, and the best at doing it. Which meant practice-practice-practice, which meant using every opportunity, which meant: Yes, even though it was a deadly temperature outside, she would work and she would succeed.
Because that's how it always went for Tehodis.
Tonight wasn't going quite as well, of course. She had bundled herself up as much as possible: Long coverings underneath, woolen pants, thick tunic, heavy sweater, brightly coloured mitts, several scarves and a jacket that hardly fit over it all. Warmth wasn't the problem, even if she was shivering. The problem was that she could see nothing in the pool. No matter the method of meditation attempted, no matter how she fought through the fog of her veil, nothing but wisps would catch her eye. Things were supposed to look clear, their instructor had told them. Like when you walked through the early morning fog, and the closer you got to something, the more the rest of the world faded away.
All she had were fades on fades.
"Show me something, anything!" She had finally fallen to 'begging', which was pathetic, but no one was around to hear it, and so she begged, "Show me what they'll serve for breakfast in the morning. Or... Or the colour of small-clothes Demetra will put on in the morning. Something stupid, something useless, just show me something I can prove. Have pity, Quindo, have pity on me before my toes freeze right off!"
Quindo was not feeling empathy, however, he rarely did. If he was watching, he was playful. He wouldn't give Tehodis what she was looking for, but something far less... Expected. A visitor who would alter her fate disastrously.
No one was walking around this courtyard in the dead of winter, several hours past the stroke of midnight, but Tristan Cowell was not no one. He was someone, and he was very important.