9th of Cylus Arc 718
Genuvah found the chambers as he'd remembered them, three years to the day. The day on that ship, on which the enclave had escaped Rharne, when he'd discovered the mysteries of his race. Qada had been an adequate teacher, but even he could only teach him a single form before they parted ways.
It was quiet in the meditative chambers of Uleuda. The barest hint of a trill from the crystalline surroundings was the only sound he could hear. Genuvah stepped into the chamber, and even the trill faded into the periphery. He knelt by the crystal light at the center, unsure of exactly what to do.
Time spent out of Uleuda for him had always warped his perception of time inside. Often his memories of this place seemed vague, undefined. He was hard pressed to remember much beyond the last misadventure. An older Yludih woman and he had slipped with discretion from a strange congregation. The cult gave chase, leading them to all manner of blunders on their way out of there. He had to shake his head free of that memory, it was a strange episode.
Genuvah was here for the purposes of learning a new form. He tried to remember his old mentor, Qada. A memory unbidden sprung to mind, huddled with many other Yludih children in the bowels of that ship. Qada had prompted them all to hold hands, and enter a meditative trance. Once they'd fallen silent, he bid them to relax, to empty their thoughts and visualize a light.
Genuvah began remembering, he would reach for the light with his mind's tendrils. His thoughts would mingle with the interplay of light and shadow, tracing their path. Once he found where they'd gone, there he would be, in his new form.
He already had an idea how he wanted to appear to others. He wanted to be shorter, to evade parallels with his other forms. He would have yellow hair, a human five feet and eight inches tall. He saw a figure that distended as he grew stockier. Solid in build but a little wide in the waist. He likely wouldn't be able to fit into his old clothes this way, but that was fine with him. People would be able to recognize his old clothes, especially given he had one outfit.
He shook these concerns off with a roll of his shoulders. Concentrate... His eyes opened gradually, to behold the image that the crystal projected. It cast his new form in a yellow light to the other side of the crystal, reflecting against the mirror surface of the chamber walls.
He rose to his feet, and began deep focusing on the image in front of him. Before long, he felt the change inside him, the light reflected against his asterism. He could feel the illusion moving inside of his core. It switched out various elements of his appearance, altering the way the light reflected against his crystalline body. He felt the change well underway.
Genuvah found the chambers as he'd remembered them, three years to the day. The day on that ship, on which the enclave had escaped Rharne, when he'd discovered the mysteries of his race. Qada had been an adequate teacher, but even he could only teach him a single form before they parted ways.
It was quiet in the meditative chambers of Uleuda. The barest hint of a trill from the crystalline surroundings was the only sound he could hear. Genuvah stepped into the chamber, and even the trill faded into the periphery. He knelt by the crystal light at the center, unsure of exactly what to do.
Time spent out of Uleuda for him had always warped his perception of time inside. Often his memories of this place seemed vague, undefined. He was hard pressed to remember much beyond the last misadventure. An older Yludih woman and he had slipped with discretion from a strange congregation. The cult gave chase, leading them to all manner of blunders on their way out of there. He had to shake his head free of that memory, it was a strange episode.
Genuvah was here for the purposes of learning a new form. He tried to remember his old mentor, Qada. A memory unbidden sprung to mind, huddled with many other Yludih children in the bowels of that ship. Qada had prompted them all to hold hands, and enter a meditative trance. Once they'd fallen silent, he bid them to relax, to empty their thoughts and visualize a light.
Genuvah began remembering, he would reach for the light with his mind's tendrils. His thoughts would mingle with the interplay of light and shadow, tracing their path. Once he found where they'd gone, there he would be, in his new form.
He already had an idea how he wanted to appear to others. He wanted to be shorter, to evade parallels with his other forms. He would have yellow hair, a human five feet and eight inches tall. He saw a figure that distended as he grew stockier. Solid in build but a little wide in the waist. He likely wouldn't be able to fit into his old clothes this way, but that was fine with him. People would be able to recognize his old clothes, especially given he had one outfit.
He shook these concerns off with a roll of his shoulders. Concentrate... His eyes opened gradually, to behold the image that the crystal projected. It cast his new form in a yellow light to the other side of the crystal, reflecting against the mirror surface of the chamber walls.
He rose to his feet, and began deep focusing on the image in front of him. Before long, he felt the change inside him, the light reflected against his asterism. He could feel the illusion moving inside of his core. It switched out various elements of his appearance, altering the way the light reflected against his crystalline body. He felt the change well underway.
