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“Don’t walk like that,” Gaea scoffed towards her younger sister. Eva stopped herself and looked down at Gaea. The blonde had her hands on her hips and a rather stubborn look on her face. “Ladies of the court often walk like this… NOT slouched over.” Gaea demonstrated as they walked towards Olvar and company. “See?”
Eva stopped just short of staring at Raphael before her attention cut right back to her sister. “But… Gaea, how do you remember all of this? You haven’t been in the courts for a very long time. Surely this is something you would have forgotten by now.”
Gaea turned on her heel and looked up at her sister. “I always remember what I hate the most almost vividly and being a lady in the courts is one of the things I hate the most. It’s all prim and proper. You have to wear shoes too.” She scoffed a bit and Eva laughed.
The two sisters were dressed very different. For Gaea is a beautiful form fitting red gown that was off shoulder for the sleeves. It appeared to be made of silk with a lace overlay. Red jewels were decorated around her neck while her blonde hair was pinned into an updo with red camellias pinned in on the back of her head near were the bun of her hair was placed.
Eva’s dress had much the same design for the bodice but the skirts were more puffy and layered. The back scooped down so her wings could be comfortable. It was a deep midnight blue that seemed to compliment her eyes. The fabric was shimmering in the light but only slightly as to catch the eyes if those who looked. Layered sapphires were around her neck and jewels were layered through her long hair as it was partially pulled back. Long curls cascaded down her front and back as she tried to mock Gaea’s movements now.
In her dress Gaea curtsied to the men the best she could and Eva watched her sister. “Okay!” She followed the exact movements Gaea did. “How was that?”
“You’ll… get there.” Gaea chuckled a bit and winked up at Olvar. “So… This wall… Interesting isn’t it?” She had caught them looking at it. Gaea approached it and put her hand to some of the engravings. She was quiet for a moment as she tilted her head. Her ruby earrings fell to one side as she did.
“You know about this?” Eva looked up at it in awe.
“Of course, it’s mandatory for all students of Auzial’s to spend at least a year in the Iria Mage Academy.” Gaea looked back at Eva and the rest of the group.
“But… Gaea… You can’t use magic.” There was a deep frown on Eva’s face but Gaea smiled back at her.
“It’s true. I can’t use a lot of magic or I will die. However, I did spend my year in Iria. I took alchemy classes instead of magic and I learned how to preserve my mana so I didn’t kill myself if I wanted to infuse my apothecary with magic. This wall, however, was part of an assignment to study for Parvpora History. We spent three whole months deciphering it and learning the history about it. From Reverie the great Celestial who became our home Revaliir to Verya and the Voice who gave the gods as we know them today their powers.” Gaea moved her finger from each figure in the wall as she remembered where they were. She pointed at the bottom of the mural where there was ancient text scrolled across. “Remember the sins of the past as not to repeat them in the future. How funny that the language is all but lost.” Gaea crossed her arms. “This mural in the middle tells of Onnen creating the first lifeforms here. The deities. They weren’t as we know them today. They were vicious, angry, and blood thirsty. They killed each other and stole each other’s lands. It’s said they caused a great tragedy and they were punished for it. From the blood of those they killed they created the first mortal races.” She followed a line down to show many figures representing the races.
“When Onnen died and he created his children… They created the gods. Still they weren’t like we know them. When Verya died that was when the Voice killed his gods and recreated them as we know them. The old gods could turn entire continents into desert wastelands… Sularia is one such place. We can only thrive because my mother has worked so hard to reverse the curse on the land. The ancient wellspring of magic is what allows her to be strong enough to break the god’s curse. It terrifies me that there were beings that powerful… Limitless power.” Her eyes connected with Olvar’s for a moment.
“Speaking of which… Olvar,” She pointed to the moons. “Here in Parvpora, it is common for them to worship the sisters. Many people like you are called Moon Children. Living to the call of the moons. Though I suppose I should say not completely like you though.” He would know what she meant. “And Eva… Your father’s bloodline.” Gaea took a stroll down the mural and put her finger to a group of angels. “Ancient and powerful. They were warriors of the Sun. They became guardians to Zets’Ki. Most of them are gone now.”
Eva had a frown form on her face. “What about my father?”
“…I heard that he went searching for you and that he never came back. I’m sorry to have brought up such terrible memories for you.”
The half angel shook her head. “It’s not as unpleasant as yours Gaea. You don’t need to be sorry.”
“Stop that. You cannot measure life’s tragedies to another’s. Whether mine is worse or Olvar’s is worse… Or even maybe Raphael’s. All of us have our own struggles. It does not mean that we shouldn’t think about others before we speak.” For a moment, Gaea looked thoughtful at the group before her lips parted. “Chveni ch’ianch’velebi mkholod momavali gzisk’en midian.”
It startled Eva for a moment and she tilted her head. “What does that mean?”
“It is the language of the angels. It means our pasts are but a stepping stone on our road to the future. For me… It means not to fret about the mistakes of the past. To not be afraid to take a breath and make my next move. I live every day knowing that I could die from my mana deficiency. That much is true. However, I’m not going to let that keep me in bed. I’m not going to let it make me sick. I will fight it. I’m not going to let it hold me back or stop me from being what I know I can be… Eva that means you can’t let the past hold you back either. Forge your path… Don’t let fate decide it for you. Same goes for you as well Raphael. Both of you are young enough to get that piece of wisdom. I was seven when I decided my path but it’s never too late to decide yours.”
Gaea’s eyes moved to the wall once more. “The world didn’t stop and neither should we. Parting wisdom from your elder of course.”
“That makes it sound like you are going to die,” Eva pouted a bit and Gaea laughed a bit. If only Eva knew that it had already happened once.