Sailes
(#3885322)
Level 4 Spiral
Familiar
Blue Tang Hippogriff
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This dragon’s natural inborn element is Arcane.
Female Spiral
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Personal Style
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Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
2.85 m
Wingspan
2.16 m
Weight
86.15 kg
Genetics
Lavender
Basic
Basic
Seafoam
Shimmer
Shimmer
Stone
Basic
Basic
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 4 Spiral
EXP: 791 / 4027
STR
5
AGI
8
DEF
5
QCK
6
INT
8
VIT
5
MND
8
Biography
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w i s h l i s t
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It is oft recited knowledge that the Exalted never sleep. Or, I should say, they rarely do; in making the choice to devote oneself to one’s deity entirely — in mind, body, and spirit — one also has the choice to relinquish the need of sleeping, the need for food and drink, and several other Earthly vices that, frankly, hinder time better spent researching. The gods themselves rarely partake in such frivolities as eating, and when they do, you’d better believe it ought to be worth the time they’re taking from doing other, important godly things (ambrosia and nectar, and so on and so forth). For the Exalted, relinquishing such needs leaves more time for whatever one’s deity requires, whether that be endless research, the ability to fight without pause, or simply the never-ending housekeeping (the need for which is truly ceaseless, especially in a place as densely populated as the Observatory). I gladly gave up the need for sleep upon my arrival in the Arcanist's halls. What an exhilarating day! How many times had I found myself nodding off in the midst of important projects only to lose a brilliant train of thought to my body’s accursed need for rest? To honor the choice I’d made, I got my hands on the first Spiral breed-magic scroll I could find; what better way to utilize the gift of never sleeping than with a Spiral’s energy and zest? The excitement of all the changes taking place was certainly a good distraction for the bittersweet; my clan, my life's work, my family and friends... I had left them behind to come here, and the life of the Exalted is not one of boasting and bragging, of sharing and telling. Once you become Exalted, your life is your god's now. There are no more visits, no more letters home, no more greeting new hatchlings, no more involvement. You can look, but you must not touch. Still, I admit that, despite my naturally inquisitive nature, the amount of research I could truly do in the Observatory may have been lost on me. The sheer scale of the place defies belief; one almost wants to laugh at the absurdity of it at times. And bless our Galactic Father for his many wonderful traits, but one cannot be good at everything. Constructive criticism? To a deity? I wouldn't dare... But if I did? Four words: "Please hire a decorator." Yes, for all their impressiveness and grandeur, the halls of the Observatory were dank and unforgiving, and due to most of the Exalted foregoing sleep upon arrival, the last thing I would call them is “comfortable.” I must admit, it made the transition a little more difficult, but thanks to my new, elongated form, I found it easy to get passably relaxed in the most ridiculous of places. I had a penchant for searching out tiny little hiding places away from the others, taking a little bit of time to myself, and simply trying to take in my surroundings. Call it meditation, if you will. Maybe it was selfish of me to disappear like that, but really, no one ever said anything... And that quiet contemplation, that familiarity with one’s own company, those moments when the best ideas can take you by surprise... I figure those are as important to the Arcanist’s work as anything else he does. I like to think he understood my need for that, and perhaps more of the Exalted did than I gave them credit for. I admit I spent precious little time with my peers while we lived in those halls. I always felt so far away from everyone else up there. |
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I took those quiet, reflective moments to check in on the clan I’d left behind, peeking in on common areas in general, and specifically on Xenith, since she had encouraged me to scry on her before I’d left. Every time I looked in on them it seemed more time had passed than the last, and each time, my homeland was full of more and more wonderful strangers. I was so proud of Xenith and the way her empathy translated into leadership; she truly loved our clan and the role suited her quite perfectly. I only wished I could be there, to meet the new members of our clan, see the new rooms in the library... Of course, I had no one to blame for that but myself. The first time Wiztix caught me thinking it, the look on her face sent my scales upright. I deserved that, I thought, but it remained true: I had wanted so desperately to witness the grandeur of the Arcanist firsthand that I forgot what a pleasure it was to simply be. I missed my connection to the Earth and the seasons and my clan. The stars are endlessly fascinating, but so lonely, so far apart from one another. That, and the life of the Exalted is one of duty. I was no longer free to peruse my interests the way I had once been, and the toll it took was palpable. In many ways, looking up into the deep velvet of space felt much like shining a mirror on the halls of our Observatory. Naturally, the inside of the place is much larger than the outside lets on, although the outside is colossal indeed, the telescopes of the Arcanist’s own private quarters jutting out of the clouds like mountaintops, and his acolytes swarming about it all like so many little birds. The halls inside go on for what feels like miles. Nothing is particularly well-lit, as everyone’s main focus is what’s above, most of us spending our time studying the stars as our Father does; and being so far above the level of the sea to begin with, the whole place is in a sort of perpetual dusk; and despite the millions of Exalted dwelling within, no matter how many of us were in a room together, it always seemed that we were miles apart from one another. Something about being up there just makes you feel... far. I must admit, perhaps I misinterpreted the meaning of becoming Exalted. Perhaps I was young and naive and never deserved such a title. Perhaps I had made a mistake, as all scholars are wont to do from time to time... I wouldn't argue with that at all were I to be confronted with it. I believed that becoming Exalted would make me special, that it would give me access to more knowledge than I could ever dream of, and yes, maybe a little, I believed I would be closer to the Arcanist himself, the way all devotees dream of from time to time (don’t we all miss the days when the gods spoke freely?). That was where Ego had led me astray. In becoming Exalted, you realize the opposite: that no one is special, that we are all one and the same, that we as individuals are insignificant in the grand scheme of things, all specks the size of flies buzzing around the fruit of the Earth. We are significant in what we accomplish together. We carry a part of our deities with us, yes, and therein we are the closest to them we can be. I never felt further from the Arcanist than when I was living in his very halls. There was one other thing that spurred my return. We had been there for what seemed like eons, although truly it was probably more like a couple of years, when I made a discovery most foul; to this day it shocks me how long I went without knowing such supposedly “common knowledge.” How could I have spent all my Earthly days in the Starfall Isles and not known? How could I call myself a scholar and not have put two and two together? Had I really been that blinded by the love of my homelands that I had overlooked this crucial facet and put so many lives in danger? What was to become of those poor souls now?
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I had been studying in one of the great halls; colossal rooms whose walls and ceiling were indiscernible for how far away they were, and into the abyss stretched enormous bookshelves taller than trees could ever grow, even in the Starwood. I was fond of these rooms because even if the ceiling were close enough to see, it would be obscured by the false night sky mimicking the current celestial patterns above, all the better for multitasking and quick reference. It was one of the rare times Wiztix and I happened to be working together, sharing a long wooden table with a gaggle of faes. Several of them were speed-reading to themselves and mumbling under their breath, and the monotone humming made for good white noise to focus to. Pleasantly accenting it was the occasional, reverberating whump of a set-down tome, and the crisp, murmuring turn of pages. I was reading about my favorite topic in the whole world: the Starfall Isles, my home. It seemed as if I had read this all before, the pages simply giving me a refresher course on what I knew so well, but then I saw a tidbit I did not recognize. Perhaps I hadn't read this book before; was it a source material for some other beloved volume of mine? It wasn't like me to overlook highlighted information.
I must admit that, at first, it didn't register. Ever since my transformation, I was used to skimming over information and then repeating it under my breath to help me remember things (we all know how Spirals are). "Vortices, vortices, multiple vortices," I chanted, softly enough for my own voice to be hidden by the murmuring of our table-mates. My next revelation was much louder. “Oh no!” I cried out, sending the nearby faes into a tizzy of clucking and swearing. In my mind, everything was spinning adrift; how long had we invited non-Arcane dragons into our home? How long had Xenith been doing it since our departure? How many of them were ill now because of our good-intentioned misstep? I cast a baleful look in Wiztix's direction. "Wiz, I di— I didn't know— Did she? Did you— Wh— We—" I needn't bother to be articulate just then. Wiztix had already snatched the book I'd been reading from under my claws when I shouted, and had scanned it thoroughly, and they had seen the look on my face, and they were my oldest and dearest friend, and so they knew what all of this meant. I said nothing else. I didn't need to. Wiz sighed and looked at me with pity and exhaustion. What a tireless friend, I thought, and smiled sadly, for I knew that I was the most blessed creature to have such a companion, but my mind was still reeling because of the task that was now before us. I knew that Wiztix was growing weary of my impulsivity, my lack of commitment. I knew that I had asked too much of her. But I knew, too, that she would follow me home. We had been in this together too long, now, to untangle the strands of our fates.
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Thankfully, to become Exalted is a choice, as it is to give back the title and leave His ranks. They gave us surprisingly little trouble on the way back out; I suppose this is a common misunderstanding… Though not all gods are so forgiving. I suppose some of them have better things to do than to punish every single defector that comes and goes from their ranks. Still… Ever since I’ve been back, I have felt a little different, and it isn’t just because I never sleep. No, it’s more like…. Like some giant eye has been turned on me, and is slowly, unblinkingly, all-knowingly gazing around, taking in everything around me. We are all in it’s periphery now. |
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