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The Gateway still had the look of ancient ruins that many of the convergence points on the continent itself tended to have. Elua had designed the place that way more out of habit than homage - it was just a simple fact that the architecture was conducive to the containnt and stabilization once sigils were placed in the way that she was trained. Redesigning things that had been refined over thousands of years served no real purpose unless she wanted distraction, in the reincarnator’s mind.
Air could be felt thrumming as the contained energy was siphoned to its purpose. The crystalline condensers pulsed and dimd as that script was bent to its purpose. A sequence that would punch a hole between dinsional spaces and form the one way link to a far off place. And standing in the center of it all was the mint-eyed owner who would only admit to being a steward, for now.
"Rezzue wanted to co see you off, but I ordered her to rest. She can panic about the first ti seeing this *after* she gives birth. So you get those three watching from afar instead. Still, she sent her regards and wishes to connect after she is back on the continent."
Speaking of Ajoreal, Kaland, and for so reason Madrigil... her voice was as casual as ever, even as reality seed to fold toward a single point in the air behind her. Only the two youngest cultivators present had not yet seen this phenona... yet only the two sigilists were inured to the majesty of it. A swirling boundary that Sevra eyed with wariness still, considering she had been physically *thrown* through last ti.
"We’ll miss her. I hope she took my invitation seriously."
Nohre recovered enough to speak out before they could be told to quickly go through, as she had experienced last ti. Though she didn’t know that the situation then was less about power constraints and more about preventing the heiress from holding on tight and preventing them from returning ho, back then. Technically, that was *still* a problem for the little Ogre, but...
"Her children may yet take precedent for so years. However, don’t worry, she’ll miss having soone else to talk to about chemical safety - and probably agree to the proposal before long. Madrigil certainly doesn’t listen to either of us and neither will many others when she gets back."
Zyris stood clearly apart from the trio preparing to leave, one hand resting on the insanely controversial object in her belt pouch. Condensed through an almost sorcerous thod from the ichor in the moat and shaped into a detailed replica of the vantablack creature, the miniature of a Greater Colonizer sat feeling heavier against her hip than it should, considering it was made of literal nothing.
’Calm down, it’s not a real one. You aren’t invading your ho with it.’
Dense cultivation ditation resource, the Goltbred heiress had told her when handing the glass orb. Sothing that a Void Elent wielder could sit beside in training and consu into their field more easily than other essence. Capable of lasting until the next Descent, rather than scraping traces of the dispersing miasma off of continental battlefields.
El felt how all of her sort-of-disciple’s attention was on the object and decided to address it one more ti. Since she did sort of spring it on her only a couple hours ago.
"Pushing too hard will give you the taphysical equivalent of frostbite. I know it’s tempting to rush, after seeing an expecting mother and after you watched disassemble that organ for what I need - but don’t."
"I’ll be careful."
"You’ll be impatient and overconfident at so point along the way, and *then* you’ll be careful for the remainder. I’m intimately familiar with the pattern of those with emotionally sourced goals."
"As am I."
The older woman’s lips twitched when she spoke, but she didn’t argue. She’d spent enough ti in this place to know when the heiress was speaking from experience rather than condescension. When her words were ’care’ wrapped in lecture - and when items given as gifts were done so with the full feeling of aning behind them and not just her purported ’whim’.
Zyris er Talcres bowed forward with a grateful heart and then turned to slip through the Gateway. Followed quickly enough by her daughter-in-law, with her new giant ’hoop’ of a staff - and the scout... whose hood was down and dark hair put up in a twist by a shiny red-gold colored hair stick. Leaving the brunette to contemplate whether continuing to craft things like she had for them was the right move or not.
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