"Rom was-...is special. I knew her before. When she was still human, she was a student at Bergynwerth when I had just graduated and been instated as a new teacher. Marvelous woman. Sharp. Some found her ways offputting, but I knew. She was meant for greater. When she was chosen by Mother Kos, some say Kosm, it was a foregone conclusion. Oh, and how much more beautiful she became when she ascended!" He really does sound properly reverent, speaking with awe and affection at whatever shape this person had taken after this mysterious event.
"Only on nights of the full moon could she be visited again. Goodness, the rush at first! Everyone clamouring to have audience with Rom, only now recognizing her brilliance now that she'd ascended. But those seekers gradually became frustrated when met with her silence. She is defective, some said. She has become retarded in the process, others added. She is devoid, she is vacant." He hisses angrily, his hands bunching into fists, one grasping his pantleg, the other crumpling up Viatorus' hanky.
"Idiots. Reprobates. Ungrateful, sightless dullards. They did not know that you could hear her laughing in the fog, if you would just listen. She would sometimes sing when her flowers bloomed. When Bergynwerth fell, her lake went dark in sadness..."
Only now realizing he might be rambling (for once!), Micolash blinks and shakes his head slightly. "I'm sorry, I am going on and on, aren't I. In any case, it was Vacuous Rom who taught me the rune for EYE." He says it like you normally would any sort of word, but there's a heavier gravity behind it somehow. Unlike his usual cadence and odd emphasis on things, the word makes the air buzz briefly as if electric, and there is the fleeting scent of ozone. This happens in less than a second. "I carry it inside me with all due gratitude and praise for her."
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"Only on nights of the full moon could she be visited again. Goodness, the rush at first! Everyone clamouring to have audience with Rom, only now recognizing her brilliance now that she'd ascended. But those seekers gradually became frustrated when met with her silence. She is defective, some said. She has become retarded in the process, others added. She is devoid, she is vacant." He hisses angrily, his hands bunching into fists, one grasping his pantleg, the other crumpling up Viatorus' hanky.
"Idiots. Reprobates. Ungrateful, sightless dullards. They did not know that you could hear her laughing in the fog, if you would just listen. She would sometimes sing when her flowers bloomed. When Bergynwerth fell, her lake went dark in sadness..."
Only now realizing he might be rambling (for once!), Micolash blinks and shakes his head slightly. "I'm sorry, I am going on and on, aren't I. In any case, it was Vacuous Rom who taught me the rune for EYE." He says it like you normally would any sort of word, but there's a heavier gravity behind it somehow. Unlike his usual cadence and odd emphasis on things, the word makes the air buzz briefly as if electric, and there is the fleeting scent of ozone. This happens in less than a second. "I carry it inside me with all due gratitude and praise for her."