“Are we to be remembered as heroes? Architects? Peerless traders? Or is that too, the same thoughts of the Myndiri in their golden age. They were heroes, architects, and merchants of great stature. Yet to our ancestors, they were slavers, taskmasters, monsters that twisted the very strands of life into monstrosities to suit their needs. So I ask thee once more. What should we define ourselves as? Or rather, what do others see in us?”
- Patalan Socrin, Potomian Philosopher, “Dialectics On The State Of The World”
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“Enough. We already made a compromise, do not jeopardize my faith in you further.” Mila scolded.
It was Lucinia’s turn to scowl in displeasure, the former princess glaring daggers at her. Mila shrugged it off. If there was one thing her training and field activities had gotten her used to, it was the dirty looks. More than once had she had to standby as a heretic or cultist’s hateful expressions fell upon her. Their anger directed at the girl standing idly by without a peep at whichever senior inquisitor was present. Doubly so if the reason they got caught was because of her.
The good thing, at least, or whatever good she could salvage from this walking disaster. Was that Lucinia still sought her approval. Such was the case now as the Traxian continued to glance down at an entirely unnecessary dagger whose hilt was inlaid with jewels. She didn’t know if the girl was simply trying to rile her up or genuinely believed that she needed such an item as opposed to a regular normal dagger. Mila was more horrified by the fact that she was slowly leaning into the latter idea. Goddess help her.
Lucinia did not argue or speak, merely continuing to glare impatiently. Mila did not budge, wondering if this was how the former princess’s attendant used to guide her as well.
Her resolve seemed to finally weaken the Traxian’s will. Lucinia’s shoulders sagging in defeat. Pleased by the outcome, Mila immediately gestured towards the far more ordinary dagger and thrust the coins into the merchant’s palm before the former princess had second thoughts.
She watched as Lucinia clipped the weapon to her belt, delighted that it was fitting snuggly into its sheath. They both let out deep sighs, though Mila could guess that they were both done for entirely different reasons.
Only when they walked away from the stall with their new haul did the former princess finally speak up once again.
“Lady Mila.” Lucinia calmly confronted her.
Mila held back a remark and just bobbed her head, “Yes?”
“Why were you so against me getting that other dagger? It is expensive because of the inlaid jewels. But not that much more so, especially in comparison to the bedroll from earlier.” Lucinia rationalized.
Mila paused. It was a reasonable question. She had thought the Traxian might’ve been a little more aggressive. A small mercy that she wasn’t.
“Two reasons.” She mused out loud.
She paused, waiting for an interruption that did not come. Mildly amused, she motioned for the girl to listen.
“Firstly, it isn’t that much more expensive. True. However, the point of it is to act as an emergency weapon of last resort. Not one that you should be wielding in the first place. Jewels, charms or little trinkets do little to change that calculus. Warded, enchanted, or not.” She explained.
“Hmpf.” The Traxian crossed her arms. Though she still didn’t argue back. For that, Mila was willing to offer her a little more leeway.
Sensing that Lucinia had some genuine desire to know about such a trivial matter. Mila adopted a more thoughtful tone before continuing once more.
“The second and arguably more important reason is also the simpler one. Aesthetic taste.” She stated plainly.
“Aesthetics? I mean that’s why I wanted to get it?”
“Exactly. Because it stands out. That’s precisely the problem.”
“How so?”
“We’re to be adventurers for the most part. We wouldn’t carry something that looked like that unless it was important or truly well enchanted.”
“So?” The Traxian arced an eyebrow.
“It means it's either valuable, or we have the coin to spare for expensive looking decorations. Both of which mark us as targets for either groups looking for quick coin. Or as the marks for pickpockets who assume we’d be carrying spare artes somewhere.”
Lucinia frowned. Though whether the girl was slowly picking up on the lesson or just disgusted by the idea of being robbed by peasantry. Mila could not tell.
“Besides. I suppose there is a third, even more important reason.”
Lucinia perked up. Ready to listen. She’s trying, I’ll give her that much, Mila grumbled to herself.
“That is?” The girl asked.
“That you came to ask me for help. That I am taking the time out of my day to guide you to be successful.” Mila tried to adopt the tone that her seniors used to use, “So I am trying to ensure that you act within your, and our, operational limits and budget.”
“Oh…” The Traxian looked away, taking a few moments to think before glancing back at her.
Mila just looked at her expectantly.
“Thank you.” Lucinia softly whispered, a hint of embarrassment overtaking the Traxian, “And sorry for being such a bother to someone of your station.” She bowed her head.
Mila couldn’t detect any sarcasm coming from the Traxian. Somewhat calmed by such a small yet poignant apology coupled with Lucinia’s embarrassed expression, Mila decided that there was no point in scolding her further. The Traxian finally seemed to understand.
Adopting an even more conciliatory tone, Mila gently advised the girl of one more thing, “Lady Trax.”
“Just Lucinia is fine.” Lucinia answered as her head popped back up.
“Right. Lady Lucinia. One more thing.”
“Hmm?”
“I get that social status and the respective stations that each person occupies matters. Especially in both our lines of ventures. However, I am part of the Lily Knights while on the field. And so are you. There’s no need for real formalities out there. We’re all equal in importance.”
“Ah. Of course.” Lucinia unconvincingly agreed.
“Don’t worry. It’ll take time getting used to. But like everything else, someone as capable as you will eventually get it.” Mila tried to end inspirationally.
Based on Lucinia’s doubtful expression. It seemed to not quite hit the mark.
After a few awkward moments, the former princess let out a singular chuck.
“Hmm?” It was Mila’s turn to ask.
The Traxian shuffled nervously before standing up straight and presenting herself in front of Mila.
“Thank you for being patient with me. I am aware that I have… inadequacies in handling such things. But I assure you that I will try my best. It is as I told Sophie before. I am grateful for such a chance in light of what happened.” Lucinia more earnestly bowed this time.
In the face of such a confession, her own opinion of the girl warm up a little.
“That’s all we ask. Now, a few more things then you’re coming with me to run an errand. It’ll be a good chance for you to practice actually lugging things around.” She smirked.
Lucinia’s face paled at the last suggestion, though she didn’t outright voice her objection to the idea. Mila had to hold in a laugh of her own. Well, I suppose she was born as royalty. Can’t expect much physical labor from them. Still, plenty of time to train.
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Mila was now more certain than ever that she needed to be extra diligent of Lucinia in the coming weeks. The former princess was struggling to carry her newly acquired travel supplies despite Mila having already taken the bedroll to help her along.
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At least there was a purpose behind everything they were to do today. Perhaps miraculously, they had gotten almost everything Lucinia would need to accompany them on their travels before the sky even began darkening. It left plenty of time to wrap up for than a few essentials that she had planned to sort out at a later date.
The girl behind her was scowling, evidently displeased at having to haul the majority of the load herself. Every time Mila looked back, she would find daggers being glared at her. And yet… she doesn’t complain. At least not loudly. For that, Mila could extend a modicum of respect. She’s also really just following along huh? I can admire her determination, if anything.
“Lady Mila…” Lucinia’s voice piped up.
“Hmm?”
“Are we there yet?”
Mila snickered, “Almost. Just a little more.”
“What are we doing anyways?”
“Church business.”
“Church business… huh?!” Lucinia let out a surprised noise.
“You were the one insistent on remembering stations, did you happen to forget I am an Inquisitor?” Mila chuckled.
“What? No!” Lucinia scoffed, “It’s just that aren’t you supposedly on break or something? I forgot what word Sophie used.”
“Hmpf, I might be on ‘break’ but there are things that need to get done. This in particular I think, will come in quite handy. So quit delaying and follow along.” She chided.
Lucinia mumbled something under her breath but followed along anyways. Together, the two navigated through the marketplace until they stood in front of the Cathedral of Stars. The massive building watched over the square they were in like a caring giant, welcoming all who would seek the Goddess’s light into its embrace.
“Blessings to the Goddess.” Mila muttered a small prayer of thanks.
“Blessings… to the Goddess.” Lucinia followed along, a little more out of breath than the Inquisitor.
They ascended the massive stairs. The approach was flanked by two statues of church symbols. One of the original three saints, Saint Arathel, Saint Arquineas, Saint Theobald, the first who stood against the Dark Tide. Appointed by the Goddess to unite the races of Cyndralia. The other statue was a hollow circular symbol adorned with stars and a ‘v’ down the middle to represent the Goddess’s light. A more archaic depiction of the church’s banner but one that remained likely out of old school sentimentality. Not that Mila minded, whatever the symbol was, as long as piety was being displayed, she could care less about the form depicting it.
Two temple guardsmen eyed them as they entered. Particularly the strange Traxian girl carrying a bevy of assorted items on her. Though all were allowed entry and they allowed the two to proceed without a fuss.
Inside, the air of reverence washed over them at once. Mila taking an admiring breath at the grandeur of the cathedral. Huge ceilings decorated by intricately detailed murals, their colors and majesty having barely faded since the early days of the cathedral’s history. Constantly restored and maintained just like the people’s faith in the Goddess. Countless smaller statues aligned themselves against the walls with each column and arches, each a figure of the stellar pantheon. From the lower pantheon including the likes of Stellesia and Jorvandir, the minor Goddess of Travellers and God of Prosperity, and countless others that could number in the dozens or hundreds depending on who one asked or where one was.
Then were the high pantheon; Gratiax the God of war and fire; Tesadus the God of honor and earth; Caelinor and Morea the twin God and Goddess of darkness and shadows; Euthyina the Goddess of justice, order and water; and Phaenera the Goddess of magic and wind. All of whom had played pivotal roles in the history of Cyndralia. Each with their own sects within the church’s greater structure dedicated to one or the other. Finally there was the one who presided over it all, the one who guided the heavenly court and the people beneath it with her gentle hands. Astralis the reclaimers, matron of the stars, Goddess of the heavenly court. Blessed be her name, Mila muttered.
She knew that Sophie strangely aimed most of her prayers to Stellesia. Though given the girl’s continued survival despite everything she had been through, Mila was more than willing to believe that the Goddess of Travellers could be taking a more active hand in worldly affairs than she understood.
Examining the somewhat bored expression in the eyes of the girl behind her, she suspected that Lucinia had a more restrained view of the Astralian pantheon than she did. But that was fine. She knew that not everyone shared the same level of faith. Even she had doubts here and there, though she knew that the Goddess would always watch over her. And we are blessed in turn, by our devotion.
A few priests and citizens chatted away, likely on matters of faith or the seeking of blessings or judgement. Orderlies polished the pews and more temple guards stood vigil in the eves, watching from the shadows for any sign of trouble. A young priestess approached the duo, the priestess evidently taking it upon herself to welcome newcomers. Stripped outfit, a Lightwarden, probably. It was a face she didn’t recognize and it made Mila wonder just how much she had missed in her time spent away at the Academy.
“Eyes up, company.” Mila informed her charge.
“Eh? Eh.” Lucinia grunted, her ambivalence signaling for Mila to take charge.
“Hello, dear travelers, welcome to the Cathedral of Stars. Do you come seeking a prayer or a blessing perhaps?” The Lightwarden politely dipped her head in front of them.
A soft ‘ah’ almost escaped Lucinia’s lips, but the girl managed to hold it in. Instead, she took advantage of the moment to carefully lower her new heavily filled travel bag to the ground. Letting out a relieved sigh instead.
“Thank you, Lightwarden. To be frank, I’m actually looking for either Bishop Santus or the Arch-Bishop.” Mila respectfully replied with a bow.
She could practically see the cogs turning in the poor priestesses head. It brought her a small sense of amusement.
“I’m sorry, who are you?” The priestess’s demeanor shifted a little, caught off guard by her directness.
“Lyudmilla, a pleasure to meet you…”
“Lightwarden Annika, at your service.” The priestess responded.
“My thanks.”
“Now, why are you seeking a meeting with those people in particular? Bishops are busy and I suspect the Arch-Bishop even more so.” The girl eyed her suspiciously.
“I need to get something delivered as well as seek their permission.” Mila answered truthfully.
“Delivered… permission? From a bishop? You’re being-”
“That’s enough. You’ve done your duty well, Lightwarden.” A more stern, and irritated voice interrupted.
The group spun around to see a figure that Mila was familiar with but the others less so. Standing behind the priestess was the hawkish looking Inquisitor Korvin, his Inquisitorial vestments traded out for an overly plain dull blue robe adorned with church symbols. Unlike his usual unfriendly demeanor, he seemed to be in a downright foul mood. His face contorted into a scowl.
“Inqu- Scholar! But this lady was demanding to see the bishop. I find it immensely suspicious.” The Lightwarden protested.
“Under normal circumstances I’d agree. But unfortunately, she happens to be one of us.” He grimaced.
One of us? Then is she…?
She looked over the Lightwarden once more. Her own observation skills now felt a little inadequate. In her complacency, she hadn’t noticed the weapon protruding just barely under the girl’s robes. Nor did she notice the way the supposed priestess had been standing just at arms length in case she was the one who pulled out a weapon. A trainee. I’ve been away for too long.
Korvin appeared mildly annoyed. Almost disappointed that she hadn’t figured all this out for herself. Lucinia thankfully couldn’t tell, the Traxian still enjoying the small break she had.
Annika glanced at Mila with an upturned nose. Her beady eyes were more focused than before. Like a student carefully examining a test question, searching for every conceivable flaw or answer that there could be.
“Is she one of the class?” Annika asked with a whisper, now glancing at the people in church.
Class? Are they trying to…
Korvin shook his head towards the girl. Upon meeting Mila’s eyes however, his own gaze darkened. Mila felt a chill run down her spine. Stars, I knew they wanted to prepare for the Dark Tide. But are they really planning to just train more Inquisitors in batches? Our skillset is hard to master. Different for almost every one of us.
“She’s not?”
“Mila. Your rosary.” Korvin lost his patience.
Mila reached into her shirt and held it, flashing it for the girl to see. She could hear a small shuffling from behind her as Lucinia moved to try and take a look. It seems I involved you into something troublesome, sorry.
Annika on the other hand, showed a strangely visceral reaction to her rosary. The girl’s eye widened in disbelief, then shock. She even did a quick double take to try and make sure that she wasn’t seeing things.
“That’s a real one.” The girl finally let out a soft whistle.
“Indeed.” Korvin sighed before turning back to Mila, “Seeing as you’re here, I suppose that this means there’s trouble or something afoot, hmm?”
To that inquiry, she nodded.
“I’m looking for a way to get a message to Gratia.”
“Hmm, a scheme concocted by that… fascinating acquaintance of yours?”
Mila shuddered, his single minded pursuit of his research breaking through his stoic veneer.
“Come on then.” Korvin didn’t let her answer, “It seems this meeting has created more questions than answers for everybody.”
The trainee and the Inquisitor grunted their approval. Both taking more time to examine each other. Only then did Korvin set his sights on the final participant of this strange gathering.
“And who’s this? Another mangy stray you picked up?” He dismissively scoffed.
“I am not some mangy stray, you-” Lucinia growled until Mila gently elbowed her, stopping her mid sentence.
“This is the former Princess of Traxia, Lucinia Trax.” Mila stated bluntly, hoping to get ahead of any potential hostilities or troubles.
Hearing this, Annika pulled away a bit more. Stunned more than she had expected for this presumably short encounter. Korvin was unmoved by Mila’s pronouncement.
“I see. My apologies.” He answered succinctly, Lucinia responding with an uncertain dip of her head. “You realize that this would break layers upon layers of protocol if you get her involved.” He continued.
Mila nodded, “I know.”
“Long as you know. I personally care less about all this than you probably expect. As long as what needs to be done, gets done. I’ll make no fuss about it.”
“Understood. She will be my responsibility here.” Mila declared.
Satisfied, he pressed on, “Now, follow me.” He commanded.