"Eyes are windows peering into the soul. This old proverb telling a clear and relatable truth hadn't always meant what we think it meant. It had lost its intended meaning as the ancient races gave way to new ones. In those days of plenty individuals gifted with exceptional blood were marked. Those markings manifested themselves in the eyes of the person, creating living pieces of artwork from their irises. The children of those gifted were also affected creating a complex hierarchy based on purity and the degree to which their bloodlines manifested themselves on their bodies."
Extract from "On the Ancient"
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A set of sharp bone-white teeth flashed in the dark as a certain girl yawned in her sleep. Her hands tugged on the bed sheet as she tried to grasp onto something unaware that she was all alone on the bed. Like a bird, the necromancer had kicked everything off the bed creating a strange sort of nest around it.
"Ibis?" The gold and blue eyes of the undead scanned the room before she smacked her dry lips.
Kia's hand travelled to her chest and grasped the purple crystal which blemished her otherwise impeccable skin. She felt microscopic pulses inside the crystalline cage around which her body constructed itself. Each pulse came randomly with long pauses between themselves or overlapped on each other as they pushed against the walls of her prison.
Her favourite creation was off somewhere, gaining experience without her while she stayed inside the stone building. Without a doubt, if this Ibis had seen the face Kia was making she would have never left her side ever again in fear of missing such a sight. Unfortunately, her creation did what her race allowed her to do and took the initiative to leave the room without Kia's orders.
The ancient shuffled over the edge of the bed and dangled her bare feet off the side as she watched the world outside through the small gap in the curtains. A vast light blue sky stretched outside as far as her eyes could see and the noises of life leaked into her.
The undead's mind wandered off as she stared blankly through the small gap. Citranus' chariot slowly galloped through the ever-blue sky as the ring of bells rolled through the city until it was merely two bells away from its zenith. Few beings could stay still for as long as the ancient had been with no real thought going through her otherwise busy mind.
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The empty porcelain shell suddenly moved with jerky motion as the magical being realised that she had spaced out. The necromancer had all the time in the world yet she felt a slight nudge to do something and with the lack of any other stimulus, Kia hopped off the bed.
"Hmmmm." The tiny monster prowling the dark room reached for her neatly folded clothes given to her by Iris.
The set of clothes in front of her reminded the girl of armour, with a tightly fitted torso stylised to resemble a metal cuirass. Picking up the freshly smelling garments the short girl looked behind herself. Her creation lacked any psychic abilities yet on a regular she found herself surprised with Iris's knowledge.
Humans wore odd clothes seemingly unashamed of their appearance. The ancient simply chose to not delve into the subject too much, she had already gone through this once when the Cyclops started to stray away from tradition. Occasionally she spots a truly heinous alter of degeneracy but until she has regained her power, the little tyrant has to bear the sight. In spite of the depravity which had taken hold in the world, Iris had bought clothes which mirrored her dress closely. She would like to convince her creation that she should protect her neck more but the stubborn rise never stops to purposely flip her collar down.
"Warm."
The expensive fabric never received Kia's icy touch as just before touching her new garments she spotted the pile of Iris's clothes tucked on the corner of the table. The pinkish hue on Kia's cheeks from thinking about the lewd fashion intensified as she reached for the cheap white linen shirt.
The harsh thoughtful expression the girl wore softened before disappearing as a nice smell surrounded the undead monster. A certain feeling overcame the Sun and Star causing her to start fidgeting with the shirt not knowing what would come next.
"I will never be mad at you." The undead recalled her favourite's words feeling powerful once more as she squatted down, bringing the fabric closer to her face.
Unfortunately, the shirt wasn't warm like its owner but with it, Kia felt as if Iris was in the same room as her, just out of reach by the smallest of margins. A mischievous idea sprouted and grew in the mage's sharp mind. The oversized shirt didn't need to be unbuttoned for Kia to pull it over her slim body.
The white shirt loosely hung over her frame, its fabric rough and worn in gently enveloped her body feeling like a distant embrace. The shirt's sleeves extended well past her bony fingertips forcing her to pull them back to reveal her delicate wrist as she adjusted the linen.
Her face glowed with delight, a proud smile playing on her lips. She pressed the stiff collars against her cheeks as she spun around, relishing in the relief as she struggled to contain her excitement. Each twirl caused the hem of the shirt to billow out alongside her black hair which trailed behind. Finally stopping, the vivacious girl closed her eyes letting out a soft happy sigh as she cocooned in the comforting fraction of the feeling she so yearned for.
*Knock* *Knock* *Knock*
"!?" The undead horror jumped as knocking punched through the closed bedroom door disturbing her sacred sanctum.
Like an animal, the mage froze listening to her surroundings while staring at the closed door. Casting a spell the spooked undead saw that a singular human was standing outside, in the corridor awaiting her response. She silently left her bedroom and slowly crept toward the front door.
"Lady Siri, are you there?" Sofia called out from behind the door. "Wha-!"