Ymiden 7, Arc 721
Cold and dark Cylus had made way to Ashan and finally to Ymiden. After a long, harsh winter, the snow had begun to melt. When the Mortalborn who had just woken up opened one of his bedroom windows in order to let in a bit of fresh air just like he did every morning, he could hear a constant, low sound, the sound of ice thawing and water dripping.
The air smelled different now, he noticed as he took a deep breath and then another one. It did not smell of snow anymore, and of winter, but of summer. There was warmth now, and light. Logically, Doran knew that light could not really have a smell, because it was not substantial, but there was no other way to describe that smell and that change in the air around him.
A part of him needed to be surrounded by the ice and the snow that were part of his father's Domain of Winter and only felt at peace then, but at the same time, he appreciated the current season, because it carried a hint of optimism, and a promise of hope. He remembered that he had frantically researched something, anything, that might be able to help Scalvoris during the War against Slag's Deep. the cycle before. Although eight entire trials were still missing from his memory in that regard, he was not as bothered by it as he used to be.
He found himself looking to the future rather than wondering about the past.
Dean Trandino had chosen him as his successor. He would preside the Institute of Sciences from now on, and Yvithia, his Immortal aunt, had arranged a feast to celebrate that transfer in power. He was grateful for that, and he was looking forward to it, greatly so. They had celebrated him when he had arrived in Etzos as well - there had been a feast that all those that had mattered, including Lord Vuda and Marshall Pahrn had attended.
Even before he had realized the entire gravity of his mistake – the people of Etzos had celebrated him because he had tried to kill the Immortal of Hope which had become his biggest regret - he had not liked that kind of fame. The upcoming feast was a joyful occasion on the other hand. He was looking forward to talking to his colleagues, and perhaps his Yvithia herself, and he already had plans for the time afterwards. What he had said during the debate had not just been empty words - he wished to intensify the relationship between the Academy and other universities. Everybody would be able to benefit from that.
He envisioned an exchange of knowledge, and perhaps, a new period of learning.
He planned on returning to the university in Scalvoris himself, in order to talk to the professors there and perhaps hold another series of guest lectures.
For now, there were preparations to be made and a breakfast to eat though. A smile flickered across his face for a brief moment as he noticed another smell besides the one of light and melting ice - the smell of the coffee that his mortal cook Elias had apparently made for him.
Cold and dark Cylus had made way to Ashan and finally to Ymiden. After a long, harsh winter, the snow had begun to melt. When the Mortalborn who had just woken up opened one of his bedroom windows in order to let in a bit of fresh air just like he did every morning, he could hear a constant, low sound, the sound of ice thawing and water dripping.
The air smelled different now, he noticed as he took a deep breath and then another one. It did not smell of snow anymore, and of winter, but of summer. There was warmth now, and light. Logically, Doran knew that light could not really have a smell, because it was not substantial, but there was no other way to describe that smell and that change in the air around him.
A part of him needed to be surrounded by the ice and the snow that were part of his father's Domain of Winter and only felt at peace then, but at the same time, he appreciated the current season, because it carried a hint of optimism, and a promise of hope. He remembered that he had frantically researched something, anything, that might be able to help Scalvoris during the War against Slag's Deep. the cycle before. Although eight entire trials were still missing from his memory in that regard, he was not as bothered by it as he used to be.
He found himself looking to the future rather than wondering about the past.
Dean Trandino had chosen him as his successor. He would preside the Institute of Sciences from now on, and Yvithia, his Immortal aunt, had arranged a feast to celebrate that transfer in power. He was grateful for that, and he was looking forward to it, greatly so. They had celebrated him when he had arrived in Etzos as well - there had been a feast that all those that had mattered, including Lord Vuda and Marshall Pahrn had attended.
Even before he had realized the entire gravity of his mistake – the people of Etzos had celebrated him because he had tried to kill the Immortal of Hope which had become his biggest regret - he had not liked that kind of fame. The upcoming feast was a joyful occasion on the other hand. He was looking forward to talking to his colleagues, and perhaps his Yvithia herself, and he already had plans for the time afterwards. What he had said during the debate had not just been empty words - he wished to intensify the relationship between the Academy and other universities. Everybody would be able to benefit from that.
He envisioned an exchange of knowledge, and perhaps, a new period of learning.
He planned on returning to the university in Scalvoris himself, in order to talk to the professors there and perhaps hold another series of guest lectures.
For now, there were preparations to be made and a breakfast to eat though. A smile flickered across his face for a brief moment as he noticed another smell besides the one of light and melting ice - the smell of the coffee that his mortal cook Elias had apparently made for him.
Notes
From the Viden calendar:
1st: The weather begins too warm up causing water to thaw
5th: Yvithia has sent word that in four trials time there will be a grand feast to celebrate the transfer of power at the academy. She wanted to make sure that everyone knew of what a grand thing had happened.
1st: The weather begins too warm up causing water to thaw
5th: Yvithia has sent word that in four trials time there will be a grand feast to celebrate the transfer of power at the academy. She wanted to make sure that everyone knew of what a grand thing had happened.
