His pleasure, his interest with the manor pleases Nerium. The way his eyes hungrily take in the stained glass and murals. Most turn in horror at some of the images depicted. Dark beings and sacrifices. But they are things of beauty and it seems he sees it too.
There are not many who take Nerium by surprise. Admittedly, they have not much opportunity, her orbs are windows into the very souls of Siren Cove - and it is her gift to read them and to transcribe the winds of change and energies that surround this town. She knows most here better than they know themselves, she would wager. But Auryn is new. She knows a name, she can feel the crackle of energy and deep wells of magic he carries with him. But who he is is a story she has yet to crack the spine of.
The more he tells the more she wishes to know. And she finds his words luring her own. Speaking words she rarely reveals. Once the tea is poured she leads him from the kitchen down a long and narrow stone corridor. It is not so ornate as the main foyer, but it too is lit by levitating candles dancing shadows along the walls.
"My mother was taken from me when I was young. By the great and wicked deities of chaos, perhaps. But she was a strong swimmer and as I grow older I find it difficult to believe she of such power was lost by a drowning."
At the end of the corridor is the central-most seating room, perfectly round at the base of a tower, ceiling several stories high, deep green sofas with mahogany legs carved into gargoyles sit in the center. With the raise of her arms, Nerium ignites a fireplace set into the backwall.
"What was done to you is an irredeemable atrocity. These are the horrors witches are faced with today. We are the great powers. We were the first, children of the moon, long before the mundanes were even conceived. And now the humans seek to undo us. Condemn us and chain us with their fear. Most in this town no nothing of their true natures and do not wish to hear it. And it is a town far more kind to powered-beings here than most.
"Your honesty is most valued here. I assure you, deception will not pass freely." She takes a seat in a highbacked chair, the wood frame carved into snakeheads above her, and gestures for him to sit himself.
His flame reflects in her dark eyes, and as he disintegrates it, they go large, twinkling with excitement. She's not seen power like this. So effortless. To do so self-taught. He is clearly a force to know.
"Much power is borne in the darkness." Her lips flicker to a smile. "If you wish to learn more, to discover and learn the great magics beyond just yourself, perhaps the great goddesses have brought you to me."
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There are not many who take Nerium by surprise. Admittedly, they have not much opportunity, her orbs are windows into the very souls of Siren Cove - and it is her gift to read them and to transcribe the winds of change and energies that surround this town. She knows most here better than they know themselves, she would wager. But Auryn is new. She knows a name, she can feel the crackle of energy and deep wells of magic he carries with him. But who he is is a story she has yet to crack the spine of.
The more he tells the more she wishes to know. And she finds his words luring her own. Speaking words she rarely reveals. Once the tea is poured she leads him from the kitchen down a long and narrow stone corridor. It is not so ornate as the main foyer, but it too is lit by levitating candles dancing shadows along the walls.
"My mother was taken from me when I was young. By the great and wicked deities of chaos, perhaps. But she was a strong swimmer and as I grow older I find it difficult to believe she of such power was lost by a drowning."
At the end of the corridor is the central-most seating room, perfectly round at the base of a tower, ceiling several stories high, deep green sofas with mahogany legs carved into gargoyles sit in the center. With the raise of her arms, Nerium ignites a fireplace set into the backwall.
"What was done to you is an irredeemable atrocity. These are the horrors witches are faced with today. We are the great powers. We were the first, children of the moon, long before the mundanes were even conceived. And now the humans seek to undo us. Condemn us and chain us with their fear. Most in this town no nothing of their true natures and do not wish to hear it. And it is a town far more kind to powered-beings here than most.
"Your honesty is most valued here. I assure you, deception will not pass freely." She takes a seat in a highbacked chair, the wood frame carved into snakeheads above her, and gestures for him to sit himself.
His flame reflects in her dark eyes, and as he disintegrates it, they go large, twinkling with excitement. She's not seen power like this. So effortless. To do so self-taught. He is clearly a force to know.
"Much power is borne in the darkness." Her lips flicker to a smile. "If you wish to learn more, to discover and learn the great magics beyond just yourself, perhaps the great goddesses have brought you to me."