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[Anomaly]

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	This thread is a continuation of True Service and is primarily for the benefit of Faith. As such, Faith is the ultimate authority on who else but her will participate in this thread. Current participants: Faith, Kura Wolfsdotter

Beyond the door was an office, at first glance. Directly through the doorway was a short hallway paved with black brick, no deeper than four feet, before it opened in an extravagant office of sorts steeped in dark mahogany with a heavy-looking desk sitting at the center, facing the doorway and with bookshelves lining the wall behind it. No visible chair seemed to be sitting on the other side of the desk, though it was difficult to tell at first glance.

Coming out of the doorway and the hallway that followed, however, a few details about the office became readily apparent very quickly---there was no ceiling. While the bookshelves stretched upwards endlessly into the darkness beyond, there was nothing but just that as far as the eye could see... Darkness. Thick and impenetrable, stirring above their heads like it had a mass of its own, occasionally licking at the upper shelves as if to make its presence known. The same was true for the eastern and western walls... in that they seemed woefully absent. Instead of squaring in the office once you stepped out of the doorway, the room seemed to stretch into eternity in both directions, cut off only by the darkness that followed.

The room was cast in an eerie, yet soft red light with an unknown source. None could be seen as one stepped out of the hallway, and... speaking of the hallway...

Once it had been stepped out of, it disappeared, swallowed again by the same darkness that built the borders of this strange room. And yet... There was a breeze. Soft, almost soothing, brushing the skin as if to reassure.

Then, there was Famula.

She took place behind the desk, briefly eyeing the empty top and allowing her presence to permeate the chamber and the red light of the wispy cloud that surrounded her to further illuminate the room, throwing glares into the darkness that pressed on all sides and, oddly enough, enticing faraway orbs of red light to reveal themselves and further light up the room until it had an almost comfortable degree of illumination.

"Please, take a seat," she uttered softly, flicking her gaze up to burrow into those present. Stools materialized around the table, as if on command. Simple, wooden, cool to the touch. "She'll be here shortly."

[Faith Augustin]

Life is but a dream...

She closed the parasol as she stepped through the door. There was no sun in here, so she did not need it to protect her from the suns'light, after all. Stepping through the corrider her shoes tap-tap-tapped on the black tiles, clicking as she walked. That was strange, because she didn't think she wore shoes like that, more like the sort that she had seen the rich and free women wearing as they walked around Andaris. But even as she wondered about it, she stopped wondering and simply remembered putting them on, it all fell into place and she walked into the reception area which might be that or an office or a study or something.

Breathing in, she smiled a gentle smile as she spoke "It smells like books and wood in here". She wasn't entirely sure who she was speaking to, but th words came from her mouth. It was a wonderful smell, she considered, somehow much better than the smell of the workshop where she made coffins, even though they both had the underlying aroma of wood. It was the books, though, which caught her attention and Faith looked at them with fascination. The young woman loved the idea of learning but thus far had not been allowed to consider such except under very specific circumstances; namely, when it suited Jamal.

But as she looked around the room she realised that it was big. Like, really big. All the way up and all the way out to the side. What an interesting trick of architecture, she thought to herself, and it made the red light seem at once both reassuring and eerie. Whoever had designed and built this place had done so very carefully the young slave considered.

And then, there was Famula.

"I wore my best dress." Faith explained with a deep curtsy. It was true, she was wearing a deep purple dress which seemed to be made up of a thousand layers of lace, each one more delicate and beautiful than was possible. The deep purple bodice cinched in at the waist and then the full lace skirt fell to the floor in swathes. It would have been the most beautiful thing that Faith had ever seen had she not been looking at the Immortal she worshipped so fervantly in front of her. The light shifted and changed and Faith nodded her head, obediently. She sat on the stool, her back ramrod straight and her hands folded in her lap. She did not move, simply sat with her eyes cast down and waited.

Because She would be here shortly.

And even though her body was the very epitome of calm and quiet, Faith's mind was a tumultuous whirlwind. Famula was here, in the room and she wanted more than anything to fall to the floor and beg to be allowed to serve, to ask questions, to learn, to do something to please. But that was not what true service was, Faith knew, that was about her own needs and wishes and since Famula had told her to sit and wait then sit, and wait, was what she would do.

For as long as it took.

[Kura Wolfsdotter]

Kura had followed cautiously behind Faith, but the moment the Mortalborn stepped across the threshold of the room, there was a noticeable change in her. Her clothing changed to a black shirt and trousers with boots of the same hue worn under a white overcoat that looked to be made of owl feathers. In addition, she began to radiate a black aura that floated down from like the feathers one of the forest birds. Finally, her eyes had changed from icy blue to bright gold. This was no traveler or Imperial court member, but the Mortalborn of Owls, one of the heirs to those who maintained the world of Idalos.

Kura sat in the chair next to Faith, raising her hand to stroke the wing of her owl familiar, Speck. The owl had just appeared on the arm of her chair, and while Kura could feel Phelan, she could not call on the wolf. She suspected, perhaps incorrectly, that this place was a Realm similar in nature to that of the Spectral Forest her mother ruled. It would explain why she could not call on her mothers gift, but her own powers and nature seemed to be far more evident then they had been.

"Interesting. I wonder why the Immortal of Souls seeks our presence." she said, noting with some surprise that even her voice had changed somewhat, becoming a bit higher bitched but also colder of tone. She suspected that what she was now as something closer to what she would have been were she a full Immortal, her form un-restricted by her Mortal blood. At that thought, the Mortalborn took a deep breath, then let out a sharp exhale as she noticed something that she had previously been blind too.

This place was _awash_ in Power. Not the kind felt after Arcana users practiced their craft, or even the kind wielded by the Blessed. The Power that permeated this place was something she had only rarely felt. The last time had been when Empress Raskalarn had fought her daughter. Valtharn had been no match for the enraged empress and the Power she had wielded. The raw Power of an Immortal was something that was unmistakable and this place was filled with it.