Finding Tranquility

The corner of Rhosyn’s lips twitched preemptively, heralding a downward decline, which permitted a transient frown to adorn his features as Lucien detailed the secrecy associated with his education. It came as no surprise as those possessing an affinity for the Arcane existed in a state of flux – their role within society dictated by archaic rules and antiquated mindsets. His own clan had continuously regarded him with a measure of caution as his bond with Eros deepened; the quiet whispers and candid nature of their conversations hinted at a measure of intimate familiarity.

Lucien’s circumstances encapsulated the paranoia that burdened their kind – the fear of being made Tranquil naught but a hairs width in their history. You are fortunate, their caution speaks volume of their love for you. Rhoysn commented off-hand, the transient frown replaced by a demure smile – one that failed to reach his eyes. For me it was the opposite – I learned Alchemy to supplement my abilities. Despite what we tell ourselves, there is always a limit imposed by curative magics. Be it the severity of the wound itself or the depths of our mental reservoirs. [q]

How many a life slipped from the tending hands of a healer into the calloused embrace of Death? [q] It is always a calculated risk, sadly it was why many a fledgling Mage find themselves at ends with backlash – they do not have the experience or knowledge of their own limits. At the mention of his parents, his smile remained, he was cognizant of the lengths that they’d collective taken to provide him with his education.

They did indeed, though the former I will concede to be off necessity. One can never have enough healers when venturing the wilderness… A soft pause as Eros’ voice resonated softly in his ear, Mankind, they fear the unknown do they not? Why is that so Eros’ question prompted Rhosyn’s head to crane in in its’ direction, the faintest hint of an outline visible to others. We fear what we do not know or understand because we do not know what dangers it poses, Eros.

Satisfied with the answer, its’ outline faded back into nothingness. “Certainly, if it isn’t too much trouble, I would also accept a tour of the city – I only arrived earlier this morning. Rhosyn countered as he’d followed the man’s gaze to a particularly large crate that was being offloaded. Dare I ask what is in that?

@ Lucien Beauvis