Arreyis

|| The School of Death ||

Ryanne patted George's head as he growled at someone passing too close, then stood up slowly and stretched. Her red hair was messy after being cooped up in the ship for so long, but otherwise she was clean cut. She grabbed hold of George's halter once more and he lead her back to the crowd. She matched his pace easily, and found that no one was bumping into her, probably thanks to George's occasional growling.

"George, be nice." She was worried he would upset someone, as it was already iffy enough to have a dog in such a large crowd of people. Of course she doubted anyone here suffered from such a small thing as dog allergies, but there could be any number of people who didn't like dogs. A big dog like George, even one highly trained, could draw all sorts of attention, and not all of it would be welcome.

They made their way to another area to wait, and George lead her to an area relatively clear to wait for the next direction. As she stood she overheard someone coughing, and felt bad. For someone who was sick the trip must have been difficult. Then she heard him say something about having been through a lot, presumably to another student. George brushed his head against her hand and she scratched his ears absentmindedly. For someone who was blind Ryanne felt as though her life had not been hard enough to rank her with the other students. She had been born to a wealthy family, raised in a boring town in Texas. An entirely uneventful life compared to some of the stories she had overheard as other students conversed.

She sighed, reminding herself that she had been invited to the school on her merits, and she wouldn't have been if she didn't warrant at least a chance. Helping the world appealed to her, and the possibility of magic wasn't exactly overlooked by her either.

Devouring Light

Ayrie sighed with relief when it left her, and looked at it for several moments trying to decide on a name. Remembering the feeling when it entered her body, she made her decision and smiled. It had been like a concert, the two of them working together to help Asran. Ayrie recalling the memory of the curse and the spirit using that and her power to remove it.

"Your name is Symphony." She said, putting power behind her words and feeling a bond form between them. The fennec stood and walked over to her, settling at her side.

"Don't be too mad at Nadia." Ayrie looked at Asran and smiled, then reached out to touch his arm where the runes had been before. "I'm so thankful that worked."

She then stood up, and almost fell over as she realized her legs were numb from sitting on the floor.

Devouring Light

Ayrie thought about this for a moment, considering her options.

'Wait, a deal my friend. I am in your debt, and I would like to repay it.' She thought at the spirit. 'I would like for you to stay here, as my friend,' She sent it the mental image of a fennec fox following her, helping her to perform magic and defeat monsters. 'I could even help you choose a name for yourself.'

She was still feeding it feelings of gratitude, and seeing Asran's strength returning she was truly grateful to the spirit.

Devouring Light

Ayrie kept herself from panicking as the spirit engulfed her, using her to remove the curse and then pausing once it's task was complete. She didn't plead, only sent him the mental feeling of happiness that Asran was okay, gratitude to the spirit for helping him, and then longing to be with Asran herself as it had been a very long few days.

She then sent the thought, 'What is your name? I will praise you the rest of my days.' But she did not ask it to leave, not wanting to upset it.

Devouring Light

Ayrie looked down at Asran as he told her it wasn't worth it and smiled. "It's worth it if it means saving you. If it means righting the wrongs of the past." she looked back to Nadia, "You're sure the one you're calling will do the deed, right? I don't want to be possessed by something that thinks it can just take my body for a joy ride without doing what we want it to."

She sat down fully and closed her eyes, opening her mind and heart to whatever might be coming. Asran had said not to do it, that it wasn't worth it, but she knew that to save him she would take most risks. What had been done to him wasn't fair, and that Astoria got a second chance at life through Ayrie meant it was Ayrie's job to fix it. She had taken that thought very seriously over the last twelve hours, as she had stayed awake talking and thinking with the priests. The balance of the universe meant that she had to fix what her past self had done, even though she didn't feel it was her who had done it.

"I'm ready." Ayrie said to Nadia.

Devouring Light

Ayrie listened carefully as Nadia spoke, and when she was done she thought for a few moments before answering.

"I'll do it." She said. "If it means I'm trapped in this body with a spirit or killed, I'll do it." She looked at Asran, then back to Nadia. "He would have done it for Astoria before she hurt him. Just tell me what to do."

|| The School of Death ||

Ryanne and George lay on the bunk in their room, waiting for the boat to stop sloshing around. Ryanne hated being on the water, her worst fear was being trapped on a sinking ship, and her nerves had not allowed her any sleep. She just lay, tensing whenever a strange noise filtered inside her room. George kept her calm, but only barely as the hours passed. It felt like she had been in the room for days, and if she had been able to see herself she would know that the sick feeling in her stomach had translated to her face.

"I don't like this, George." She said for the hundredth time. This time, it seemed the universe had heard of her suffering as the boat jolted into a dock. A knock at her door got her up, and she shakily made her way to it, the tiny room affording her no chance at getting lost.

"The boat is docking. I've been sent to escort you up if you'd like." Said a man's voice, clearly uncertain of what help she might need.

"That's great. Don't need me getting lost on this god-forasaken ship." She replied, grabbing hold of George's halter. For once she didn't care that her lack of vision was affording her special treatment. She had stowed all of her belongings, not really needing anything but what she had for the trip. She knew she needed to eat, though her stomach rebelled at the thought, so she hoped there would be food when they arrived.

The gentleman lead her and George to the ramp to disembark before the rest were allowed out of their rooms, allowing her to get down to the dock before the crowd of teens could surround her. She walked with Geroge toward the start of the dock, away from the sound of the waves and boats. Soon she was engulfed in a crowd of students, all clamoring to get back to dry land and excited to get into the school.

She kept her pace up, not wanting to be jostled around, and made it to ground fairly easily. Once there she commanded George to find her a safe place to sit, and when he lead her out of the crowd she sat down on the ground, not caring what the others might think. She needed to allow her stomach to get used to ground that wasn't rocking back and forth.

Devouring Light

"Asran..." Ayrie went to his side, but wouldn't touch him in fear of hurting him more. She simply knelt beside him, looking up at Wrath and Nadia helplessly.

"What do you want me to do? I know what the spell was that caused this, but I do not know enough, or have enough practice, to reverse it myself. Not yet." Ayrie said, looking back at Wrath and feeling more kinship with her in their mutual care for him. "I'll do whatever it takes to help him."

Her determination to help him was genuine, though she had her reservations about working with Wrath. This was the woman that had attacked them, had wounded both of them and caused Asran to expend even more energy against the restraints of the curse. Had she only listened to him and left them alone last night he might not have been so weak when Ayrie told him the truth. She couldn't be certain, though, so she tried not to blame her. The Angel was the real villain in all of this, the one who was now proclaimed a God. He deserved punishment, and Ayrie was going to see to it the truth of his nature was brought forth, even if it killed her.

|| The School of Death ||

I will have a post up later this afternoon. My day job demands attention... As in my kids are screaming, lol.

Devouring Light

Ayrie wasn't quite sure what the name of the magic they were doing was called, but watching Nadia and half remembering Astoria's power she decided to help by placing another barrier outside theirs. She placed it outside theirs in order to make sure the power wouldn't touch him, but would reinforce what they had in place. She poured as much energy as she could into it, feeding it power to help contain him.

"Well, let's make sure all he eats is feelings." Ayrie said. 'She might be angry at me but if Wrath hadn't attacked us last night this wouldn't be happening now.'