An Artist Emerges

Date: 4/24/17
Place: The Aether Realms

Someone named Calzier is attempting contact with you.
You tell [to Calzier] : Greetings, Calzier. How can I help you?
Calzier tells [to you] : "I've.." *he pauses for the right thoughts* "... It's contenting to hear your voice, again. Have you made new friends out of the dark-eyed man, and Xenith, also?" You tell [to Calzier] : I am uncertain if friends is the correct word. Xenith wishes to get to know me, but I think he may be suspicious of my intentions, so I tread lightly. As for the dark-eyed man, I have done away with his tormentor as well. The two of you have something in common - a past where you were afflicted with a very bad person controlling you. That shall no longer be. I have vanquished both of your foes. *thoughtful pause* How fare thee, Calzier?
Calzier tells [to you] : *long pause* "I do not like how this man looks at your..my.." *pauses* "..Our? Pendant? Otherwise, I am as decent as I can be. The man who um... smacked me.. the other day was generous and gave me enough funds to purchase art supplies. I have practiced daily."
You tell [to Calzier] : *Thoughtful silence* How does he look at my pendant? What is it that you worry over? As for the man who openly handled you, that was generous yes. Only tell me when you are ready for me to bestow upon you the entirety of the talent I have planned for you. It will require me fetching you, however. Some deals must be done in person...
Calzier tells [to you] : "Fascination. I prefer not to lose you. He is gone for now. Should I stay where I am to meet you? I am prepared to do so any time it is convenient for you."
You tell [to Calzier] : I would actually prefer to bring you to where I dwell. If you are so inclined, that is. And you need never worry of losing me, Calzier. Those who need me and appreciate what I do and what I stand for shall never be without me...
Calzier tells [to you] : *his thoughts calm* "That is.. reassuring. You bring me a great sense of peace." *a pause* "I am.. interested in meeting with you where you dwell, yes." That person is not here.
Calzier is dispelled from the fog, formed from nothingness...
Klyavrite beckons Calzier from a summoned fog, his ghostly visage hovering a few feet above the ground. Once the man gets his bearings, Klyavrite swoops forward, robe billowing around him. "Welcome to my abode, Calzier. Please get comfortable and we can converse..."
Calzier watches his limbs and torso vanish from arena into a fog, and then reform again in place he has never seen before. The interior of the dark room--its pleasantly illuminated space, with its intricacies and welcomed blue hues--grow sense of wonder from the mote. He is curious of every detail of it, to explore the place that houses the being who freed him, but his intrigue for the room itself is swiftly overruled by the soothing voice of the being himself welcoming the mote as he glides by. Calzier grips his sketchpad and oil pastel box a little tight, fidgeting with the sides of the pad, and nods, "..Yes," he replies and complies, searching for a place to sit. He settles down by the steps, but does not sit. He found it rather difficult to sit with what he understands as restlessness swirling and storming within him at the sight of this inspiring, intimidating, magical, shrouded form of Klyavrite. He opens his mouth to say something more, but nothing comes out. His incandescent sights hold steadily and attentively on the emaciated form.
Klyavrite hovers near Calzier, legs forming from beneath his shroud as he seats himself close to the mote. He doesn't say anything for a long time though, opting for comfortable silence - if only for a bit. When he does speak, his voice rings out as smooth and calming as ever. "Are you comfortable?" He asks, head turning sideways so that he can study Calzier, hidden as he was. "It is my great hope that anyone who is allowed entry into my abode will find comfort here. This is an area of calm. It suits me quite well, I think." The ghostly being rests one skeletal arm atop his bent knee, looking at the large map on the far wall across from him. "Did you desire to make your deal now? I sense you came for more than simply that...."
Calzier tracks every movement of the covered being as he comes closer, and closer still. The mote's body glows brighter and brighter the nearer Klyavrite comes, its static thickening and growing more and erratic, almost difficult to tell on bolt from another. He finds his breath hitching for a moment when his savior speaks. The mote nods slowly, scrambling for words now, "..Y..Yes." The man winces at his stutter, "I do not understand myself right now... But.. I know I don't want to leave. I must be comfortable." That makes the most sense to him. He wished to sit here and watch the amazing sight beside him. "It does suit you, this place." He agrees, gaining his words back again. When the being asks him whether he desires to make the deal now, Calzier nods quickly, then blinks even quicker to the statement following. "I.. I'm not entirely sure what more it could be." Yet he feels guilty as though he does know, even if he is telling the truth.
Klyavrite rises, unhurried as he is. A skeletal hand reaches down to the mote, and if Calzier takes it, he will feel flesh instead of bone. The ghostly being intends to lead Calzier into the middle of the circle stationed in the center of the room, its klyavrite gemstones lighting up with otherworldly energy as the being draws nearer. "Allow me to hold your hands," he requests, leveling his gaze on the mote. Though his face remains shrouded, when he holds his head steady, Calzier would likely still feel as though he were looking into the presence's eyes. There is an intensity there that goes unspoken, and if Calzier acquiesces with his request, he'll gently squeeze the mote's hands, imbuing them with talent that courses through his fingers and hands, up along his arms and shoulders, then into the rest of his body. it is an enlightened feeling, and it seems to enhance the beauty of everything around them. The world itself is art, and now Calzier will have the ability to draw, sculpt, or paint anything that strikes his fancy. Also of note, his vision clears up, though there is a faint throbbing in his left leg that is persistent and random now. "Do you like what you see, Calzier?"
Calzier reaches for Klyavrite's hand without the hesitation and rejection of contact he often felt. The sensation of skin where one would assume bone should be, drives a strange sense of wonder and comfort further out of him. The life of this grand existence before him even more real and strange and awe-inspiring. He felt even stranger, with this contact, like his chest was been flicked and tickled by some strong force from his own current. He follows Klyavrite, an humbled shyness falling over him. Like the stones that light in Klyavrite's presence, Calzier still glows brightly at their closeness. The strength of those strange, but pleasant pangs and tickles in his chest grow as he lends his other hand to the powerful presence. When his eyes meet with Klyavrite's gaze, he felt his strength begin to drain from him. His feels weightless and dizzied but more focused than ever before. The glow of his form does ebb, but his shifting energies calm and organize themselves as if reaching all together for the presence holding his hands. The gentle squeeze and the sudden enlightenment and enhancement of everything and everyone around him, has his breath stilled again. The throbbing in his left leg is almost immediate, but at this point, the mote is focused on something else. "Yes." Calzier answers simply, confusion, admiration, shock? A number of things mixing themselves into a single word and his glowing gaze themselves. "Thank you, ..Klyavrite.."
Klyavrite embraces Calzier fleetingly, before motioning to a small portal that leads down to the road. "I apologize, but I must cut our meeting short. I have things to attend to. Next time we meet, I would love to see what art you have created. I humbly request a sample when next you return. Have a good evening, Calzier..." Then the ghostly form of Klyavrite dissipates into fog, seeming to leave Calzier to his own devices.
Calzier is left with little time to react when Klyavrite embraces him that brief moment. He is left wide-eyed, when the magical presence separates from him. His light flickering in and out briefly, a popping sound aided the flicker as if he short circuited. The mote shakes his head, "Y..yes, of course. You will not be disappointed, Klyavrite." He rushes to stay, taking an instinctive step closer when the man bids him a good evening, "You, also.." he stops but quickly adds on, "..have a good evening, I meant." Calzier smiles warmly to the being dissipating into fog, watching it vanish before he moves again. Restlessly. To try his new talents and create something special.
Calzier walks down the fog to Kuri below.

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