"There are some people who believe in magic. People who dance with the Music of the Spheres. They trust in the orchestration of Nature, and the confident expectation of the unseen. The prestige of mystique, the splendor of sorcery, calls to the very essence of their existence. These dramatis personae live life hand in hand with passion and enthusiasm, each moment replete with childish fascination and indurate admiration."
Taking a short respite, the Soldier admits aloud her accursed secret to the Lady and the warm, inviting room.
"I am afraid to accept that I am one of these people."
The bard, October, nods encouragingly for this new arrival to continue. Not two nights before, this Venus in Armour came to rest her errant wandering at the DeBorgia manner. It was obvious Genehsee Alturvien had meant this chaotic household her destination, but to what end October couldn't fathom. Until tonight, in October's study...
"Psychomancy, esoteric science, illusionism... Magic. All considered offensive and distasteful in the Old Country. It is... was... a loathesome art." Genehsee's bronzed nose wrinkles up in distaste, as if showing how physically repellent the act of sorcery was to her people. The very act of speaking the words causes her mouth to twist like she's devoured something distasteful. "I was trained at the Lyuceum U'Bintualia, the most esteemed military academy on the island nation of Kayrith." She chuckles ruefully, running a hand through white-blonde hair, the jagged scar running from hairline to jaw even now only partially visible. "We even had classes called 'The Iniquitous Magic' and 'How to Defeat an Occult Powered Foe'."
"On my twenty-fifth birthday, I was found to have the ability to become a sorceress."