I do have some advantages over most, remember? [ He taps the corner of his eye. Sight that Lahabrea cannot begin to match, and even Emet-Selch doesn't quite equal. Sight, and only sight. ] I do know. I even saw the soul, aiming to return to the Star before that, though I have never met its original owner.
And, as far as I know, they are not discussing it because they do not know and they have gotten so frustrated with not knowing that they have stopped reminding themselves that they don't know and moved on to things they can actually do something about. Or so the eminent Emet-Selch has implied.
You'll have to ask him for the details of what they did discuss, or for the minutes of the last month of meetings. Or both, I would guess the intersection between the two will be the fascinating, thrilling truth.
I can believe you saw what happened in excruciating detail, Hythlodaeus. But that doesn't rule out that something in the design of the creature made it happen even unintentionally.
And if everyone is flabbergasted about it, then I do hope it was unintentional.
[The opposite seems barely plausible at all because why would someone do anything of the kind? But... stranger things have happened.]
I'll read the minutes, but Hades should have sent me word. It's unconscionable that I should only learn of it a month after the fact. I am away, not unreachable.
[This rankles more than the rest. She may hate the meetings themselves, but she still keeps herself informed, and she keeps them all abreast of her own activities.]
Maybe if he shows up chastising me about that meeting I can remind him of that fact.
... I am sorry, here we are going to fight again, but hearing this just after I put in a report that some people are having trouble with their own creation magicks is troubling.
It was. Lahabrea thought he was done with it, truly.
[ There are times when it hurts, profoundly, to be reminded of his shortcomings so casually. That discarded, 'failed' bird has more magic by far than he could use in his lifetime. A font of healing, of power. One that required even Hades to transform to deal with it. So much more than Hythlodaeus can ever be, and yet, so casually cast aside. Discarded. Insufficient.
At least today is not one of those times. But the sting of it is present all the same, when he points that part out.
He closes his eyes for a moment, patting her hand gently. ]
Perhaps he wanted to manage a crisis right here that did not require you to come to his aid, and then it got out of hand. Perhaps he'll bring it up properly once he goes through the report. Or, perhaps, you will need to remind him once more that, just as he comes when you call on his aid, so will you come to his.
What happened? Or is it for the Convocation's eyes only?
[Hythlodaeus might be the most gifted in the vision of all of them, but he certainly isn't the only observant one. Achelois has learned much through her travels, and she's been around him for years.
She squeezes his hand softly. She wishes she could make him see how he looks to her, but her words ever seem to fall on deaf ears. To this day, she cannot fault him for proposing Hades for the seat of Emet-Selch, but he would not have been offered the seat himself if he had had no skill... and yet he turned it down because he did not believe himself capable enough. Of course, Hades is perfect for the role, but Achelois still thinks Hythlodaeus would have been an asset to the Concovation, even if he cannot see it himself.]
I have every confidence he could manage without my help. It's not being informed that I find unacceptable. I wouldn't have cared if he'd sent word after all was said and done, if he had just bothered to do so when it happened.
Not that I hold only him responsible. Any of the others could have done so as well and they did not and I find that... interesting.
[She's going to have words with some people, and they are not going to like it.
As for his last question...]
It's not confidential. Not yet, at least. I came across a smaller settlement where people were having toruble with their creation magicks. Something was... disturbing their aether, somehow, so that they either could not use magicks at all, or if they did, the results were not what was expected.
It appeared to resolve on its own after a few days, but I could not identify any obvious cause, and I believe it requires further investigation.
[ It is ... very difficult to truly see it, when from a young age you have seen with wonder how much others can do, and failed in the simplest task, or needed so much practice and focus and aid as to be next to failing - and even more so when growing up next to someone so very talented in the exact same things where you fail. And yet more when the other person dearest to your heart is also so gifted and capable.
When you have to keep begging aid while being able to offer so little of it back.
He greatly appreciates her reassurance and support, beyond what words can express. But he can't close his eyes to the reality of his own life. Not even to reassure her. ]
I... more or less surrendered my right to censure them myself, although I would have expected better of Emet-Selch. [ Yes, he knows he can call him Hades when it's the two of them. No, he doesn't want to get into the habit, other than some certain situations of intimacy, to make sure he doesn't slip easily. The title deserves respect, and he is going to make sure he gives it. Ribbing and actual criticisms notwithstanding.
His breath catches slightly, fingers twitching against her before they relax again. ]
Were you there while it was happening? Did it affect you, as well?
I also expect better of him, and I think he usually expects better of himself, so I sure hope he has a good explanation for it. As do all of the others. It seems like I need to remind some people that just because I am not physically present all the time doesn't mean I am not keeping up with things.
And if they're not happy with how I do my job, let's see them try and throw me out.
[She's not scared of giving them this kind of ultimatum after all. She knows some people are grumbling about how she took too much after Mistress Venat. Maybe it'd make them seethe to her in white robes too.]
I didn't notice anything amiss with myself, and the phenomenon was already underway when I arrived. I also could not detect anything particularly different in the ambient aether either.
Come to think of it, maybe I should take you to have a look. If anyone can discern things I could not, it would be you.
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How did that even happen anyway? Since when do stray souls simply get sucked into a concept, artfully made or not? Does anyone know?
[This truly feels like it should have bene one of the main topics of today's meeting, or that someone should have at least sent word to her earlier.]
I'd much rather have the answer to that rather than whatever Lahabrea was droning on.
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And, as far as I know, they are not discussing it because they do not know and they have gotten so frustrated with not knowing that they have stopped reminding themselves that they don't know and moved on to things they can actually do something about. Or so the eminent Emet-Selch has implied.
You'll have to ask him for the details of what they did discuss, or for the minutes of the last month of meetings. Or both, I would guess the intersection between the two will be the fascinating, thrilling truth.
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And if everyone is flabbergasted about it, then I do hope it was unintentional.
[The opposite seems barely plausible at all because why would someone do anything of the kind? But... stranger things have happened.]
I'll read the minutes, but Hades should have sent me word. It's unconscionable that I should only learn of it a month after the fact. I am away, not unreachable.
[This rankles more than the rest. She may hate the meetings themselves, but she still keeps herself informed, and she keeps them all abreast of her own activities.]
Maybe if he shows up chastising me about that meeting I can remind him of that fact.
... I am sorry, here we are going to fight again, but hearing this just after I put in a report that some people are having trouble with their own creation magicks is troubling.
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[ There are times when it hurts, profoundly, to be reminded of his shortcomings so casually. That discarded, 'failed' bird has more magic by far than he could use in his lifetime. A font of healing, of power. One that required even Hades to transform to deal with it. So much more than Hythlodaeus can ever be, and yet, so casually cast aside. Discarded. Insufficient.
At least today is not one of those times. But the sting of it is present all the same, when he points that part out.
He closes his eyes for a moment, patting her hand gently. ]
Perhaps he wanted to manage a crisis right here that did not require you to come to his aid, and then it got out of hand. Perhaps he'll bring it up properly once he goes through the report. Or, perhaps, you will need to remind him once more that, just as he comes when you call on his aid, so will you come to his.
What happened? Or is it for the Convocation's eyes only?
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She squeezes his hand softly. She wishes she could make him see how he looks to her, but her words ever seem to fall on deaf ears. To this day, she cannot fault him for proposing Hades for the seat of Emet-Selch, but he would not have been offered the seat himself if he had had no skill... and yet he turned it down because he did not believe himself capable enough. Of course, Hades is perfect for the role, but Achelois still thinks Hythlodaeus would have been an asset to the Concovation, even if he cannot see it himself.]
I have every confidence he could manage without my help. It's not being informed that I find unacceptable. I wouldn't have cared if he'd sent word after all was said and done, if he had just bothered to do so when it happened.
Not that I hold only him responsible. Any of the others could have done so as well and they did not and I find that... interesting.
[She's going to have words with some people, and they are not going to like it.
As for his last question...]
It's not confidential. Not yet, at least. I came across a smaller settlement where people were having toruble with their creation magicks. Something was... disturbing their aether, somehow, so that they either could not use magicks at all, or if they did, the results were not what was expected.
It appeared to resolve on its own after a few days, but I could not identify any obvious cause, and I believe it requires further investigation.
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When you have to keep begging aid while being able to offer so little of it back.
He greatly appreciates her reassurance and support, beyond what words can express. But he can't close his eyes to the reality of his own life. Not even to reassure her. ]
I... more or less surrendered my right to censure them myself, although I would have expected better of Emet-Selch. [ Yes, he knows he can call him Hades when it's the two of them. No, he doesn't want to get into the habit, other than some certain situations of intimacy, to make sure he doesn't slip easily. The title deserves respect, and he is going to make sure he gives it. Ribbing and actual criticisms notwithstanding.
His breath catches slightly, fingers twitching against her before they relax again. ]
Were you there while it was happening? Did it affect you, as well?
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And if they're not happy with how I do my job, let's see them try and throw me out.
[She's not scared of giving them this kind of ultimatum after all. She knows some people are grumbling about how she took too much after Mistress Venat. Maybe it'd make them seethe to her in white robes too.]
I didn't notice anything amiss with myself, and the phenomenon was already underway when I arrived. I also could not detect anything particularly different in the ambient aether either.
Come to think of it, maybe I should take you to have a look. If anyone can discern things I could not, it would be you.