Rohese laid her hand on her grandmother's book and felt it grow warm beneath her palm. Glancing down, she watched as barely legible words surfaced on the back of her hand only to dissolve again. Look back to look forward. This phrase had repeatedly appeared and she had decided it was time to try and reconcile the meaning of the words and find out more about what was happening to her; it was time to go back to her grandparents’ house where it had all begun.
Now sat in their extensive library, Rohese was reminded of her childhood. The air was heavy with the familiar musty smell of parchment and bitter tang of ink. She could sense the antiquity of the collection of books and manuscripts surrounding her. She had been here for almost a week and was still none the wiser. Her grandfather had watched her closely since her arrival but had refused to be drawn on the matter of her book’s effaced writing or the elusive text swirling beneath her skin. He had simply escorted her to the family reading room with a wry smile and a kiss on the forehead before closing the door behind him and leaving her to it.
In frustration, Rohese rose from her seat at the high wooden desk where she had been writing copious notes. The soft wool rugs yielded beneath her bare feet as she walked to the lesser-used shelves at the far end of the room and ran her fingers idly across the spines of the tomes on display. She found herself tarrying over a small leather book squeezed tightly between two larger volumes and pulled it free. Before she could discern the title, the book fell open of its own accord and, with mild curiosity, she perused the opening passage.
| The key to magical ability is an altered state of consciousness and knowing that magic affects the world around us as well as the practitioner. |
| In contrast to sorcery, white magic includes acts such as gaining divine knowledge, purification, attraction of proper influences, embracing one's destiny, healing, attracting luck and love, driving away evil forces. |
| Its driving forces are emotion and intent. |
The writing style seemed familiar. Rohese turned to the title page and was surprised to find the author's name cited as "Sahese Bayvel." She was unaware that her grandmother had written other books apart from the original in her possession; more surprising was the fact it had been on this shelf the whole time and she had never come across it.
Brushing aside a stray lock of pale silver hair, she inadvertently left a smear of ink across her cheek. With the small book in hand, she meandered slowly back to the battered leather sofa in the middle of the room and lowered herself into its deep cushions. Engrossed in its contents, Rohese barely noticed as Aendir reached into his coat for a handkerchief and wiped away the ink smudge. He chuckled and returned to his study of an ancient Loenthran atlas. Settling back into his arms, Rohese tucked her legs up under her skirts and continued to read about white magic.
OOC: This is a continuation of Roh's story following her involvement in the first part of the Nazhor Chronicles. I want to thank GM Quilic (and Nehor) for giving me such an amazing opportunity to develop her character - I am truly loving the direction she is taking.
>>https://gswiki.play.net/Rohese_Bayvel-Timsh'l
