la curador. (holyga) wrote in emillion, |
The two arithmeticians might have easily waited until morning proper to inspect the sudden and most peculiar goings on around the city--or more accurately, perhaps, below it, but curiosity found itself a quick and suitable twin, and the two women had quickly decided to venture along in search of the apparent site of the calamity. Lex was not terribly in favor of standing by when aid could be given of course, and when answers had the possibility of being uncovered. Following behind others seeking to do likewise (or simply perhaps to gain a better view of the incident), the pair of women ended up in the Nobles District, looking at a street pulled apart and erupted to so much earth rubble. Where the most citizens and district locals seemed to gawk and gather around (and where the city street ought to have been) a great hole in the earth now resided. Lex pulled at her cloak (the one Storm had given her and she had found herself quickly rather fond of) and gazed hesitantly from a distance. Stuck her companion’s side, the mage’s expression remained inscrutable. “A dangerous aberration,” she said under her breath, lingering back in consideration of what to do next. Araceli tiptoed, a hand over her eyes like a visor from light (though it was still dark), and craned her neck for a better view. “Pitch black. What is this? What was the cause?” she thought aloud before stepping forward. She slipped between the gathering crowd of other curious cats, an arm extended behind her for Lex, ponytail swinging behind her. “Come. For a closer look.” Mustering the resolve to continue on, Lex attempted to move carefully and quickly as not to lose the other mage in the crowd, reaching only for Araceli’s hand when it seemed that she might. Once the two had snaked their way through the heavy throng of onlookers, Lex was able to see the damage quite a bit more thoroughly. She remained closely at Araceli’s side, looking down into the great cavernous fissure in the street. It was much more troubling at this distance, she decided, digging around in her pockets for the memstone she had taken from her room. For while they had quickly snuck away, Lex remained considerate of details as ever, hoping to collect and record as much information as she could. “Is this the result of magic, do you suppose?” “I suppose it could be? Imagine what else to cause such a thing,” she pondered, trailing off as visions swam in her mind’s eye. Her heart pounded with excitement and a inkling of worry. “Too dark to see clearly.” Lex gave a thoughtful hum of agreement. Pocketing the memstone once she was finished, the mage looked over their shoulders and around toward the other people nearby. “Unfortunately, I believe you are correct,” she said, considering for a moment the last dark cavernous place she had wandered into. “However, I wonder if we cannot lend assistance here somehow? Certainly, considering the severity of the destruction, there must be some in need of healing.” Her eyes met Araceli’s, thinking to herself that two able Arithmeticians could certainly account for a great deal of substantial aid (and far more cautious was she about trying to delve into the murky unknown of the hole in the ground). Both with optimism in their use and solemnity at the situation, Araceli agreed: “We must be able to. Somehow.” From there, the two arithmeticians retreated from the crevice. Their nighttime stroll packed itself with opportunities for charity, though not satisfied curiosity. For now, that would have to be enough. |