Machina Arcana - (Anaxarete)

[Vadar]

Vadar

Seven characteristics are in an uncultivated person, and seven in a learned one

When things like Anaxarete slide out from the dark you don’t stop to engage them in conversation, which is what Vadar tried to do until she blocked his path by circling him. Unsteadily, he stumbled and then stopped. “I’m not ready yet.” Vadar panted, his foul leg crooked at the knee, “Let me pass.”

He thought she was death, finally come for him. Offhandedly, he wasn’t surprised the shrouded harbinger was a mare; it seemed fitting that a female would suddenly appear - calling him child - while making redundant observations about his current state.

The glow that usually ringed his pale red eyes had dimmed to a mere glimmer, but they rose together in unison for a final look at Beqanna and his new companion. “You look like Starsin.” Vadar commented with a smile, always with a smile, “No stars though.” He said, dreamlike. For a moment the gray, one-eared mare went hazy at the edges and he focused instead on the brilliant sunset beyond. All the colors melted together, fuschia into a bruised purple, orange into butter yellow - “So beautiful.”

In that instant he should’ve passed out, but a blinding pain flared up from his one good foreleg and he gasped aloud. The small golem made of meadow grass had wound two long tentacle-blades around the raw tendon and given him acute papercuts. It looked up at him with hollow eyes when Vadar glanced down to see, sporting his blood like red paint.

“Very rude.” The Alchemist chided his creation, all but forgetting Anaxarete in the moment.

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@[Anaxarete] sicko can only focus on 1/2 of something at a time: pity him