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Cyrus Plz

10th of Cylus 721

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Cylus 10th 721
10th: The moons are full in the sky and the annual mating season for the lunar moths has arrived. The citizens find places around the city to sit and watch the event. The sky is filled with lunar moths causing the sky to turn a beautiful bright white as the light reflects off the wings of the moths. (unmodded)
Diana spent much of the latter half of yestertrial sleeping off her sadness. She was only awoken the very next night, or so the time glass would have it, when Strifa saw fit to visit her and see why she'd skipped out of work. Diana of course told her the sad news, Linus was a spineless git, and let some Eidisi bastard push him into firing her.

"Oh..." Strifa, who'd been smiling, frowned sympathetically toward Diana, and sat beside her bed. She brushed Diana's hair behind her ear, kindly. "You need to get out. Have some fun. Think of this as an opportunity to enjoy some much deserved free time!"

Diana shrugged and turned over in the bed. Strifa was heard to sigh. "Well if you change your mind, I'll be around the Lunar Moth festival, near the Tienite Reavers. They're having an exposition of their best statues. I heard they're beautiful in the lunar light... Take care, Diana." And so, her Hex-mate excused herself



Breaks later, Diana awoke again, and saw by the time glass that the tenth had not yet run out of sand. Sighing to herself, Diana hauled herself out of bed and began dressing for the freezing weather. Within a few bits, she was bundled up like a walking pile of furs.

She threw her white buckskin overdress on top of her chemise. The neckline and short sleeves were trimmed with white and gray furs, the arms of her chemise extending down to her wrists. Over this, she wrapped several other layers. A heavy coat of whitened caribou hide, the front of which was lined with red-stained wooden buttons. Finally, she threw over it all a hooded mantle of gray wolf skins. She reached down into her neck, and saw the blue-quartz ice shard pendant. Smiling at the sweet memory that accompanied its gifting, she tucked it back under her mantle. She made for the doorway to her apartment.

Leaving it behind, without bothering to lock, Diana made her way toward the part of the city where Strifa said she'd be.



The Reaver's workhouse was an impressive complex of stone. There, they made the finest ice sculptures, realized in either sun or moonlight, all year round in frozen Viden. Here, Diana stopped by one of the statues. She recognized it as the likeness of Treid, the recently resurrected Immortal consort of Yvithia. Around her neck, should almost forgot about that keepsake given to the folk that had discovered her half-buried in the Southern Continent, and nursed her back to health. She looked at the ice-shard pendant. Carved from ice-like quartz, and hanging from a chain of silver, it retained its shine, especially in the light of the lunar moths.

She remembered those people sweetly, though they'd parted in the winter of the year following her waking in that cavern in the south, they'd left her with something to remember them by. She'd always wondered if the jewelry had some significance when it was gifted to her, or if it was mere happenstance that it just happened to be an ice shard. In either event, she enjoyed the synchronicity of the ice shard pendant, and Treid's form carved by the reavers and illuminated by lunar moths.

Here though, she held it in her hands as she beheld the sight of Treid's form, in Ice Sculpture, lit on the edges and playing beautifully upon the lunar moth's light.









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Re: Figures in Lunar Light

10 Cylus 721

Cyrus sat in the snow, turning over a copper nel between his fingers. It was an R metal, a minimal strength material. Soft, malleable, ductile, susceptible to thermal application and conductive to electricity. It could be worked and supplied in a range of conditions from annealed, to fully hard, only achievable through cold working. Ductility of fully cold worked copper would be much less than in the annealed condition but the strength and hardness could also be increased by alloying... if one was tolerant to a decrease in electrical conductivity. At least that's what Coppersmith had said to his apprentices.

The Ellune had merely watched from afar.

It hadn't been the first lesson he had witnessed, and likely wouldn't be his last. Cyrus had been lurking around the blacksmith's for arcs and managed to make a stop every time he was in town. Coppersmith surely knew of the eavesdropper; A man covered in white flurry, watching from beyond the invisible heat barrier from the forge, had drawn more than a few uneasy whispers from the new set of students that were unfamiliar with his frequent stalking. Like a stray cat, he came back for his fill and would slink off again.

Once or twice a season, Coppersmith would find a break between hammering his metals and call out to Cyrus, inviting him to join. Without fail, each time, from the safety of the frozen streets, Cyrus would cross his arms and shake his head. Of course he wanted to. He had been longing to step into the forge for almost as long as he had lived in Viden. He might have even have been able to resist the heat long enough to pick up a hammer before it sickened him, but it wouldn't be enough. He would want more. Crave more.

It would drive him mad.

Ellune were not meant for fires and forges, but he pined for them. Ice and frozen cities were where they thrived. Here, in the Reaver's Warehouse was where he belonged. Cyrus closed his eyes, a deep sigh rushing past his lips. He sat at the foot of a sculpture, covered in white powder save for his hand, which moved in slow patterns. Turning the coin over and over and over. Clearing his mind, he meditated on the lesson... on the what-ifs and the longing in his chest.

What if it was all just a forbidden fantasy?

Ellune, Eidisi and others moved around the stone structure, admiring the sculptures that glowed and refracted like glass against the soft glow of the moonlight. Some were impressed by the natural phenomena, others favored the art. It was lovely. Cyrus shook out his tied hair, his movement startling a visitor who had not seemed to notice his camouflaged presence. She laughed nervously and the honest reaction was refreshing. The large man shifted forward and began to rise, layers of snow cascading downward and exploding in a rush of powder that seemed to lighten his limbs. His attempt at meditating had only made him sleepy and now he stretched, feeling the pull of his chest and back as he locked his fingers and pushed outward. A great yawn followed and he swept his eyes across the faces of those around him.

Then he blinked in surprise as he seemed to spot a familiar face, framed by dark hair.

"Lady server from the dance," he greeted with a small smile. He almost hadn't recognized her beneath all the fur, but the way she carried herself had struck him as familiar. Diana had been peddling drinks the night of the Ball and she had certainly met many individuals more interesting than he was. It hadn't been long ago, but she had been busy that night. It was easy for the Ellune to close the distance and he patted his chest, offering his name in case he was unworthy of her memory, "Cyrus."

By habit and curiosity, he looked down, spotting the necklace around her throat and raised a brow, "Always with much pretty gem metal."

What had she called it?

He grinned, quickly remembering, "Jewelry. Much pretty jewelry."

Lifting his attention, he watched as a pair of moths fluttered past him and then asked, "You are here for moths or ice? Much pretty night. Moons much bright too."
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