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Instar DivinerPermalink Reply by ✓ Wyatt Brookes on November 20, 2018 at 19:33

Wyatt sighed and put a hand through his hair in frustration. The words on the pages were starting to blur and he could feel himself being drained of energy. The diviner wanted to push forward. He had to...

It had been three weeks since his return from Ireland where he'd gathered some intel that a lost necromancer coven had been wiped out after the long wars between their kind and the fae. The war between the two were devastating throughout history. Countless lives were lost and with it, much of the magical artifacts, amulets, spellbooks, and other history the two species had to offer. That was where Wyatt stepped in. 

The new passion he'd taken was finding as much as he could from their lost histories throughout the world. If he wasn't working his normal job as a photographer in Evermore, flying different clients globally, or documenting the many places around the world he would be sent to photograph, Wyatt was researching as much as he could about the lost covens of the fae and necromancers. He'd been asking Aaliyah, the ambassador to the diviners, as many questions about their species as he could. Within a few days, he'd had a handful of notebooks stuffed with possible leads to discovering new tribes that had been lost to time.

So here he was now... Sitting on the floor of the forest and staring down at the notebook that belonged to an Irish necromancer coven member from centuries ago. It had been buried on a remote island amongst the rubble of a lost town which was destroyed by the fighting. It had taken him days to correctly translate the spellwork. There was only one problem remaining; Wyatt was no dark diviner. The magic was rather advanced and was meant for necromancers. He being of the fae, made it much harder to master. 

His green hues looked at the language on the pages again and he shut the book in frustration. A sigh escaped his lips as the sun beamed through the trees, hitting his face. It was like the burning star knew it needed to replenish him as he sat there drained with an incoming migraine. Wyatt stood up and packed the crystals, candles, and blanket he'd laid out to perform the spells. Slinging the backpack over his shoulder, he tucked the small book into his jacket pocket before setting out towards the river.

The diviner broke through the tree line and had finally reached the water where the sunbeams danced on the top of the river. The warmth of the sun made him feel instantly better. It was like a battery being recharged. He would try again. Dark magic or not, Wyatt wanted to learn more of diviner magic whether it was for light or dark members of the coven. It would only help him be stronger which could lead to the others becoming stronger in turn. 

His thoughts had been so distracting that the sudden movement of someone sitting against the rocks nearby took him by surprise. Wyatt could see the person hadn't noticed him, but he could tell she was deep into whatever she had been writing. The diviner walked through the trees until he came upon her somewhat cautiously in hopes of not surprising her. Wyatt did not recognize the brunette as he got a closer look, but gave her a reassuring smile to not seem like a threat. "Hey, there," he said with a short wave. His gaze had fallen on the notes she had been writing and he could tell they were some type of spellwork, but for what, he did not know. Wyatt casually dismissed it as if he hadn't seen what she was doing and put his hands in his pockets with a small smile. "Name's Wyatt. Haven't seen you around before."

Ailward AspectPermalink Reply by ✓ Malva Ailward on November 21, 2018 at 9:33

Malva was always shutting everything else that surrounds her from her head, whenever she's immersed in something. In this case, she was busy occupying her time trying to finish what was left to pick up from last night. Her muse always tend to come at the weirdest of times, she never had a time to actually question its credibility. Humming to herself, her right hand almost swiped the ink against the parchment on her spell journal when she heard a voice interrupting her own train of thoughts. She didn't bother turning her head around to face the stranger because he came into her peripheral view soon enough. Looking up to the male, she stopped her writing and gave him a tight lipped smile.

Her spell journal was still within her grasp and she had sensed the aura he emitted. A diviner. Perfect. Just the person she needed. Ish. "Hi, Wyatt. Well, that's either due to you not venturing deep enough in the city, which could mean you're new. Or it's because I don't go out much other than to lounge around at my place's backyard or garden. So there's that." She shrugged and placed her spell journal and quill on the ground next to her. She might have forgotten to introduce herself, as always. "I'm Malva." Right now, she wasn't sure if everyone was supposed to know each and every one of her family member or not. But better to keep it safe and hidden until she actually needed to use that card to divulge into her family 'matters'. "So Wyatt, what are you doing about here? Searching for peace and serenity? Tranquility?" It sounded far than absurd in her vocabulary and dictionary, but then again Malva was a natural born pessimist who sometimes sees the good and positive in others. Occasionally. 

Instar DivinerPermalink Reply by ✓ Wyatt Brookes on December 27, 2018 at 19:14

Wyatt smirked at her question and shrugged a bit in response. "I suppose you could say that," he responded. He had a bit of a busy lifestyle when it came to all the traveling and work he did whether it was the photography business or the flying people around the world. Jet lag was just something he learned to live with, but it still kicked him in the ass sometimes. The one thing that always did center him was magic. The time he spent in the woods of his own backyard was what calmed him after the craziness of his work. However, it was becoming more and more apparent to him that his frustrations with learning dark diviner magic was having the exact opposite affect on his mood. It was almost an obsession. An itch that he couldn't scratch.

The diviner went with his gut and assumed the young woman was some sort of supernatural, he just couldn't put his finger on what. She was someone he'd never seen among the coven, but it was clear she was aware of magic from the quick glance at the journal he saw her scribbling in. "Was doing a bit of practicing out here...Malva." His green hues moved about the trees and back over to the river. "And I've been to every corner of this city or so I like to think. These woods included, so not so new." He leaned against the rock next to her and let his eyes drift to the small book in her hands that she had been writing in. "Do you come out here a lot for your own tranquility?" he joked lightly. His eyes squinted and he let his gaze look her up and down as if he was sizing her up. "I'm going to say.. you're an author who writes those steamy novels women seem to drool over and bash men in real life after reading." He lifted his feet up as if there was possibly something under them. "Either that or you're a serial killer who comes out here to bury her victims and then writes down a map of all the body sites. How am I doing?" Despite Wyatt's joking, he was wondering if perhaps she had a sense that he was a supernatural and would maybe become more open about her own lineage. Sometimes it was just easier for some supernaturals to tell that they were in the presence of someone else who was also not human.

Ailward AspectPermalink Reply by ✓ Malva Ailward on December 27, 2018 at 20:32

Malva had always been comfortable with magic. So when she sensed the aura shrouding over the male, she felt a small sense of relief. It was refreshing. Much like a breath for new and fresh air. Even before she was resurrected and thrown back to the living world, and embraced into becoming who she was today; the Aspect of Magic. She was a Fae, or what they would call light diviner, these days. Magic was never a foreign concept towards her. But the fact that she was too used and too close to it, she grew worried on the side effects that was slowly beginning to show as of lately.

"An author? Well, I guess I could pass off as one. But for a steamy novel? No, sir. I don't think I'm equipped for such genre." She chuckled, bringing about the slight antiquity in her own tone. Despite being around the modern days since the beginning, the brunette was not used to it. She was a fast learner and managed to adapt to her situations, most of the time. But the way she talks, still needed improvement. Old habits die hard, except this one is not exactly a bad one. "If I was one, I'm more to thriller or horror. Even fantasy, where all the witches and supernatural creatures roam around the ends of the earth. It's quite fascinating and interesting to see a different adaptation to it. Most of the current ones are still half way correct."

"But then again, no one is perfect." Shrugging casually, she placed her hands on her knees, hugging them briefly before training her bright blue hues on his green ones. "The second option is also doable. I don't think I look much like your typical serial killer, but what was it that you people call, ah, don't judge a book by its cover." A small smile tugged on her lips as a look of bemusement masked her features. "But unfortunately, I don't bury dead bodies. Too much work. And my younger sister would kill me if I get any dirt on my clothes." With that being said, Cora would actually attempt to try and kill the eldest sister that was her. She knew better than to test the fires within her siblings. It's the part where you never want to kindle anywhere near. Their temper would suit any volcano, truthfully. It was only a miracle that they stayed so collected and calm all these years. Mostly. But they haven't destroyed anything, so that was a rarity.

However, the Russian noticed him glancing and taking a look briefly on her spell journal that now lies on the grass. "It's my spell journal." She exclaimed, knowing what he might have in mind to ask. "So I'm like you. A witch. Your local city witch. Well- not exactly local.. Since I'm not originally from here." As she was filled with the exactly element he channelled from, it was easy to see it through, especially given her sight; a sight they were given to watch over the status of their elements in the world visibly. She wasn't dark. She wasn't light. She was both. Malva was the epitome of Magic itself coming into the form of a person; a representative. Much like how she is also a servant to it. Magic was an ancient force, derived directly from the nature itself. "But you were close. I'm an author for my spell journal. And I also wrote down a chronological map in correlation of every occurrences."

Instar DivinerPermalink Reply by ✓ Wyatt Brookes on January 3, 2019 at 22:21

Wyatt's eyes studied the woman's face as she responded in her more than curious explanation. A small smile pulled at the corners of his mouth as she thoroughly explained to him all the problems with his playful theory on who she was. Malva seemed much older than she appeared with the way she chose her words. That of course was taboo in the world of the supernatural. No one could ever really be sure of anyone's age when some of the beings that walked the world were immortal. 

When she finally mentioned the small book she was holding was in fact a spell journal, Wyatt couldn't help but become more intrigued. It was only a few more words and Malva was admitting to also being a witch. Furrowing his brow, the diviner's mouth parted slightly to try and come up with one of the many questions he had, but nothing came out. Wyatt knew every one of the diviners in the coven and to meet a stray was just unheard of. 

Bending over, he picked up the journal from the ground and looked to her. "May I?" he asked before opening the first few pages to look inside. There were symbols, ingredients, and spells that came naturally to him as breathing as his eyes scanned the full pages of ink, but then there were others that could have been a completely foreign language to him. This was advanced and powerful magic that he had never really seen before except in the research he had done on the covens of old who were slaughtered by the wars in which they fought amongst themselves. Light against dark. Fae against necromancers. It was the smear on their kind's legacy.

Wyatt's hues came back to hers which were no doubt filled with a slight wonder. Was she from that age so long ago? After a moment, he realized he was staring at her and dropped his gaze with a smirk. He handed the book to her and put his hands back in his pocket, clearing his throat. "That's an incredible collection of magic you have there. Forgive me for being so forward, but you said you weren't originally from around here. Where are you from? I have never seen such an intricate treasure of knowledge; even among the coven spellbooks here in Evermore."

Ailward AspectPermalink Reply by ✓ Malva Ailward on January 3, 2019 at 23:31

Admitting to being a witch was not weird for her, since it wasn't exactly the first time she's done so, but again, it has been a while. Whilst she doesn't like being called a witch, it's only fine if it comes out from her. Double standards, really. Technically, they were basically witches and warlocks, so there was nothing foreign about the word in any of their contexts. Malva saw the look masking the diviner before her, as he threaded through the journal with his green hues. "You can take a look, it's okay. It's harmless-ish. Unless you stumble across a quite specific harmful spell and accidentally conjure them." She mused lightly, the ranks of mischief twinkling in her blue hues as her eyes traveled from both sides to see the reaction coming from him. 

Now, Malva was not at all stingy. She loves spreading knowledge. Hence, the grimoires and all those witch cook books across the world landing in every once in a while. She made it her duty to spread them as she documented it. However, there were some arts in magic itself that she would prefer keeping to herself, mostly due to the fact that she didn't want any sudden and inconspicuous events coming around any time soon. The pessimistic Aspect of Magic has enough on her platter and didn't need more for the time being. That was precisely the reason why she made sure to eradicate and keep the books about connective magic and whatnot. Dark arts would befit some dark diviners and sometimes, a little bit too much on each scale that weighs the other is not something she would be looking forward to. After all, every thing has to have balance.

When he handed the book back to her, she took it in her grasps and placed it aside, on the boulder. "From your looks, yes, I'm a bit older than I look. Kind of. That's why it's usually a mixture of Old Latin in there. Until I had to transcribe it. Our ancestry travels back so deep in the root when the civil wars took our own kind's lives." Obviously she wasn't going to reveal so early that she was so much older than any of diviners existing this day. Witches aren't immortal, after all. Unless they were using somesort of an immortality charm to any jewelry they were adorning themselves with. A slight error because the Ailwards made sure such spell would be erased from the books since it gave one too much power. And one was never supposed to have too much.

"No worries. Yes, I'm not from here. I recently moved here permanently close to about 2 years ago, if my memory serves me right. I hail from the Eastlands, Russia. My coven was a part of the local ones there, until we eventually moved to America when I was young. They like to practice traditional and ancestral magic." If he was smart to catch on her words, he would remember that almost no coven today practiced such form of magic for it being quite old and ancient, not to mention quite difficult to master since all the tether comes back to their legacy. She was sure the last time she saw a coven still maintaining their ancestry roots by practicing the two forms were back in the late 16th century. And that was over close to five hundred years ago.

Maybe she would admit, letting them string up on the cheese placed before them was fun. Sometimes, you needed entertainment and other than Gabriel, who was also over 1000 years old and was apart of their guard, she hasn't had the chance to train another apprentice to carry on the old teachings. So what's the harm of a little test to go by around?

Instar DivinerPermalink Reply by ✓ Wyatt Brookes on March 21, 2019 at 16:51

Wyatt studied the woman's responses. Every bit of information she gave to him was held with a grain of salt. She didn't want to give too much away and he completely understood. He was just a stranger after all, but if he had to guess, Malva was much older than him. She held an air of experience and confidence about her that exuded through her words. To hear that she was able to transcribe spellwork from so many years past, a renewed spark lit inside him that he was sure had been lost.

All of the traveling he'd done around the world looking to find more history of his kind had been so rewarding in the last few months, but it was like he'd hit a wall. He'd been to several different countries and had followed a map he'd made of all the various clues he'd gathered in his research. It had first started with the books in Evermore. Many hours were spent in the confines of the diviner archives as he buried himself in the new obsession. Many of the coven had questioned whether he was taking it too far. He was tired all the time and would easily lose track of time until someone was shaking him awake as he slept on the books and scrolls surrounding him. Robotically, Wyatt would reply he was fine and get right back into the research.

It was the members of the coven that believed in him which gave him the spark to keep going. Ever since the fall of the comet, everyone's lives were changing and magic had become a whole new experience for the fae and necromancers who were able to dabble in both light and dark magic. Wyatt hoped to find answers somewhere in the past that would maybe show of a being that was able to do both forms of magic in equal balance, but every time he'd thought he'd found a lead, it only lead to disappointment. 

"Ancestral?" he said quickly in response. His eyebrow lifted slightly in surprise and a small smirk tugged on the corner of his mouth. That was a difficult sect of magic, but as he looked at Malva, it was clear she wasn't joking around. Could this woman really be someone that could help him learn a new division of magic? "Wait, you're serious..." A bright smile formed and he folded his arms over his chest. It was little hard to control the excitement that filled him. "I'm not really sure how to ask this, but could you show me? I live not too far away from here and this totally sounds like the start of a really bad horror movie," he began, rushing his words out somewhat nervously with a chuckle. "But to be honest, you could probably kick my ass pretty quickly if you're able to do magic like that." Wyatt nodded through the woods in the direction of his place. "It's about a ten minute walk?" 

Ailward AspectPermalink Reply by ✓ Malva Ailward on March 27, 2019 at 9:53

There was nothing wrong with being coordinated and guarded, with Malva it was a trait that will continue to follow her until the ends of earth. The Aspect of Magic is paranoid sometimes and no one can even fault her for feeling that way, when she's not exactly the most hospitable person there is, equipped with abysmal bedside manner and the fact that she has made plenty of foes around the entire world throughout the centuries. Especially diviners. Her temper always got the best of her and Malva being Malva can never allow herself to tone down the pride that swelled within her. Hubris is one of her fatal flaws for a reason.

But something about Wyatt made her curious. Mal always liked to come here to scout for any potential diviners, some were very prodigal and it was a shame not to have them exploit their abilities to the best of them. She's taken apprentices before, remembering her first one, Gabriel, who's in the guard, and her latest one was last century. Truthfully, Malva missed being able to practice it with someone else. Whenever she taught them, she'll find the time to demonstrate it, but lately, it wasn't like that. Gabriel has gone to a lot more missions, so she didn't get the chance to see him as often as before. Was she lonely? Perhaps.

Magic is volatile in nature, so she didn't expect for others who didn't wield them to understand, and they didn't have that many diviners in the guard honestly. Even if they did, none would be close enough to approach her. Her reputation precedes her, afterall. The Ailward Aspect kept a careful gaze trained on the diviner, trying to see if he's someone that would find a way inside her good graces anytime in the future. She's always enthusiastic when it comes to teaching, she's not the kindest teacher but she's not a bad one, that's for sure. The Russian brunette just tended to be very meticulous and a perfectionist by nature.

Perhaps she could give him more insight in magic, since he seemed very interested in it. It was those kinds of people that attracted a smile to her – people who wanted to be resourceful and knowledgeable. In Malva's understanding, a person's will is one of the most strongest tool that they could use. “Of course I'm serious. Ancestral isn't something to be trifled with, not without any regulations to come with it.” The Ailward Aspect is a prideful woman, especially when it comes to her fortes. Once asked to demonstrate, she was a bit taken aback but the enthusiasm he radiated caused a smile to softly curve itself, tugging on her lips tenderly. It was like she was staring at a younger her back then, who would beam just like him.

“I think I can handle myself just fine even if you turn out to be a serial killer,” she assured, a wry chuckle escaping her. “Lead the way then.” Beckoning for the male to show her the way, she slowly got up and dusted the dirt off her as she tucked her spell journal inside her bag. “Though I'm not sure how to say this, ancestral magic depends on the said person. My ancestry is fine with me, but I can't do it here because I need something from home, in Russia. But if you're originally from here, then I can muster something up, I guess. Or if you have anything from home.”

Instar DivinerPermalink Reply by ✓ Wyatt Brookes on April 10, 2019 at 19:49

Wyatt nodded with a small smile as she agreed to come with him. Learning a new sect of magic was something he would always be interested in. It couldn't just be a coincidence that he was meeting this woman in the middle of the woods after feeling so defeated from his earlier practicing in the day. Dark magic was just frustrating him more and more even though he knew it could never be his strong suit being from the fae side of their line of species. It was something in his nature to always be good at everything he did and not being able to perfect something he was so passionate in made him feel like a failure. The distractions in his mind from having trouble with the research he was doing on the ancient books were overwhelming him to the point he couldn't properly practice his casting.

"Well, my father is originally from England, but I've lived in the States all my life. I have plenty of heirlooms if necessary. I've been told my line comes from kings, but who knows," he said with a slight chuckle as they walked along the river, it's current running steadily along. Wyatt had always been curious from the stories his grandfather would tell him of how their fae bloodline was set into royalty from hundreds of years ago, but he'd always assumed it was just fairytales that he told him as a young boy. His mind immediately went to the coat of arms that hung on the wall of his house.

As his home came into view, Wyatt pulled the bag off his shoulder and pushed in the code on this alarm pad to open the front door to his modern home which seemed almost out of place in the wood. "After you," he motioned, letting her enter first and closing the door behind them. He dropped his belongings on the floor and nodded towards the couch for her to sit. "Make yourself at home. Would you like something to drink?" He crossed the open concept home and headed for the kitchen, pulling the fridge open and grabbing a beer. Leaning on the counter, Wyatt popped open the beverage and took a long swig. "You have no idea how hard it's been trying to find older magic that I was able to work properly. After the comet, it seemed like a whole new world of possibilities opened up to us as a coven, but everywhere I looked to learn older magic, I mostly hit a roadblock when it came to translation. Are you looking to join the coven here in Evermore? Seems like you would be an amazing addition. I'm surprised you haven't come to find us now that you've been here for a couple of years. Or perhaps you aren't really interested in looking for us." He could understand if she wasn't ready to be with more people like her. Some days, he wished he wasn't part of the coven just to not feel the pressure that was on him as of late.

Ailward AspectPermalink Reply by ✓ Malva Ailward on April 15, 2019 at 12:41

There was something rather peculiar about Wyatt, something Malva has yet to pinpoint, but it did pique her interest, and that was already saying something, considering the Aspect of Magic isn’t that big on giving away her attention carelessly without the means of an actual solid reason to defend it with. She’s that complicated, but all in good time. He seems very promising for a young diviner, though she’ll guess and say he’s not as young as he showed himself to be, most diviners are usually half their age, but he’s definitely slightly above the tier.

Experienced, mature, and wise about the world, yet still holding that same complex of a child wanting to learn more, that was what really sold her. Malva hasn’t had an apprentice for quite some time now, and quite frankly, she couldn’t be bothered to search for a new one every century, because that’s not easy and the work it entails? Phew, not what Mal would like to get herself into. But the brunette Ailward does feel lonely when she’s left on her own. There were not many diviners in the guard, the only prominent two that Mal actually got to know up and close personally, was Gabriel, and Bexley; both of which had their time becoming her protege just as well. The time would come when eventually, the one under would display promising talents and those two are surely prodigal.

It doesn’t help when the dragon is always halfway to insanity world because she’s been repressing her magic for a brief period. She needed to let it out, to practice and be one with it again, but in order to do that, she needs someone to practice it with her. Also, Mal could sense the light emitted from his aura, inadvertently identifying him as someone from the light side. How long has it been since she’s met a fae? Most of her apprentices were always hailing from the necromancer family. “Kings? That’s surely a story to tell.” If she could recall, she didn’t exactly have a lot of good memories with kings, though that’s really a given if their misogynistic views pissed the Ailward Aspect off. That and her former personal guard always sleeping with the queens.

“But not surprising, most families are faes and necromancers alike. It’s spread out in the early centuries too. Like Grand Duchess Anastasia Romanov, for instance. Hell, even Anne Boleyn is one.” Most didn’t know, but she found it endearing so to say. “Having family heirlooms is a big plus since there’s plenty of ancestral magic inserted somewhere in them, gets you to contact better, kind of like how you’d be dying trying to find a one bar signal for your phone when you’re in the middle of nowhere. They can at least guarantee you two bars, and if it’s strong enough, perhaps three” she explained, reiterating her words a lot simpler since it’s clear Malva is still yet to adjust to the 21st century.

Taking a seat at one of the couches, she tilted her head slightly to the side as she meets his gaze. “No thank you, I’m fine.” When struck by a question if she came here to join the local community, she shook her head, simpered with a thin-lipped smile. “Not exactly, I’ve always been a lone wolf type. I can’t remember the last time I had a coven, must’ve been so long ago.” Indeed, so long. “Deciphering Old Latin to the Latin diviners use today is not an easy task, so I can understand the difficulty in trying to cope with it. We stopped using Old Latin around the late 13th to the 14th century if I was not mistaken. That’s a long time ago, Wyatt. It’s changed for a reason, heard it’s because, in Old Latin, the written words are a lot more complex, if you can find your way around it, you can twist it with ease, subsequently countering the effects and whatnot. It’s like trying to figure out a Rubik cube, only harder.” Hey, Mal likes to play with the cubes, it relieves the stress. “That’s why people aren’t really willing to teach you the old ways, because it’s a lot more… wild and unpredictable. Lose your way around it, and it will consume you.”

Instar DivinerPermalink Reply by ✓ Wyatt Brookes on May 12, 2019 at 17:25

Wyatt leaned on the small kitchen island for a moment as she spoke, getting a bit lost in her words. He still couldn't get over the fact he was able to freely talk to another diviner about their kinds' history so easily when most of the time others in the coven were scratching their heads at his words. Again, he could completely relate with her not being a part of the coven here in Evermore. As much as he would do anything for them all, sometimes he wished he could break away. The rift that seemed to come and go every now and again between the fae and necromancers was irritable. If it hadn't been for his cousin being thrust into the position of ambassador, he wondered if he would've ventured away from them all sooner rather than later. She needed all the help she could get with how some of the diviners didn't think too highly of her and despite their strained relationship, Wyatt would do anything for her, especially to keep her safe.

He stood up straight and walked around to sit across from Malva on a chair, leaning forward on his knees. "The keeper at the Archives Hall said the same thing. He's been trying to teach me the translations, but he seems wary on doing so. He thinks I'm being reckless in my hunger to find older magic. I love that old man, but sometimes I could do without a lecture on how dangerous it is to meddle in ancient spellwork for a day." Wyatt could hear the warnings Winston had given him day in and day out replaying in his head. It wasn't that he didn't heed the elder's words, but it also didn't mean he was just going to stop. He was too far into his research now to just stop everything he had been working on. "Also, I hate Rubik's cubes, so this might be a lost cause," he joked, taking another sip of the cold drink.

His green hues nodded over to the coat of arms on his wall. "There she is. It's been in my family for God knows how long. My grandfather would always go on and on about its history and how proud we should be of our family's bloodline. I was wide-eyed and excited to hear the stories when I was a kid, but as an adult, I just brushed them aside as fantasy." Wyatt placed his beer on the glass coffee table and walked over to the wall above his electric fireplace, tilting his head up to look at the Brookes' seal. "Guess I might be able to find out," he said quietly, lifting it from its mount and walking back over to place it gently down on the table. He wiped his hands of the dust that transferred from the shield and looked to Malva with a nervous excitement. "What else do you need?"

Ailward AspectPermalink Reply by ✓ Malva Ailward on May 25, 2019 at 15:30

Sometimes covens tend to shield their history from their members, albeit not the entire thing but the ones that would surely change one’s own view towards their own. The last thing a coven need is another deciding to rebel against the entire order just because they have a different opinion that would surely impact so much in the hierarchy alone. Although it all really depends on the coven itself. Since they draw their energy and power straight from the members itself, it’s easier to keep them in order, aka in her words, on a leash. Harsh, but isn’t the world the same? Malva had no idea how Evermore’s local coven fare, but it doesn’t seem that they have any problem regarding controlling their faction members. “Can I ask you a question?” she quipped softly, leaning against the soft cushion of the couch as she turned to face his way.

“Why are you not a part of the coven here? You seem so connected to them yet so distant, why is that?” Now, Mal doesn’t really memorize each diviner’s name and face from Evermore, they have quite the number, but she had a feeling that he’s more than what he led people to believe. Perhaps there’s inner turmoil in the coven that she wasn’t aware of. This is one way to dig in and find out. “He’s not wrong, you know. It’s very easy to lose your way around with it, I’m not going to lie on that. Even I get bothered by the whispers sometimes” that’s usually why she never really bothered to teach most of her apprentices who didn’t come from the early centuries on how to write Old Latin. Decipher and read? Sure. But to rewrite and reword it? Not today. “But the most important part into learning and delving into that world is to possess a strong will. Hard work is something, and passion is another. You must be very meticulous while diverting this to that. It’s easy enough to mistake them as the same when they’re honestly quite different. It’s like mistaking forgetting to be the same as remembering. It’s uh, tricky” that was one way to phrase it.

Chuckling tenderly at the thought of Rubik cube, she shook her head and assured him he’s not a lost cause just because he couldn’t figure it out. “That’s probably the trick, Wyatt. You see, it’s not about figuring it out. It’s about seeing the beauty in deciphering it. Like if you were doing a research paper, it doesn’t always come with a conclusion, but rather a hypothesis, no? It’s similar to this. It’s not about completing it from the outer, but to delve yourself inside, to connect yourself with every variable. To do something is to understand, at least that’s what my mother used to say” Make no mistake, Malva’s mother wasn’t exactly mother of the year, but she was an exceptional witch. That much she could respect. “Once you are used to their ways and works, there you can slowly start to remodel yourself or assert yourself into them. Imagine staying in Algeciras for a few months, let’s say 6 to 8 months, surely you would’ve been able to acquire a bit of Spanish and understand their culture, right?” It’s been such a while since she was able to talk about magic so freely without feeling unhinged and it felt amazing.

Sometimes, she wanted to just lay back and have fun teaching and learning instead, but things weren’t that easy, unfortunately. Well, if she was able to share a bit of her knowledge with someone even if it’s only for a while, she’ll take it. “I would rather have a hardworking diviner than a talented one” she shrugged. Talent would be an extra pointer, of course. “Besides, you never know how much your potential stretches out until you’ve seen it yourself.” Her sapphire hues fell on the coat of arms hung across the room. “You’re a light diviner and you think having descended from a royal bloodline is fantasy?” she arched a questioning eyebrow and snickered. “You sure put your priorities in place” Mal trailed her hand on the material, feeling how soft the inner cloth is.

When asked if she needed anything else, Malva was quick to respond. “Your blood” she said bluntly but broke into a giggle halfway through. “Just kidding, well, not really. Blood is the easiest way to pull the connection, though I have to ask, is there any bad blood within your ancestry? I would really like to stray away from encountering malevolent energy.”

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