Honestly, the days were going by too slowly. It would take some time for her errand-runner to report back about the Ren Bar. Urella decided it was about time she visited the Upper Pavane area. Well... certainly she went there before? Before the last memory wipe?
Either way, she wandered the streets for any sort of gossip or requests she could fulfill. Urella stopped in front of the fountain, fluffed her rainbow skirt and dusted off her bright purple shirt, sticking out like a sore thumb as she always did.
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"My greeting to you, Miss Great Witch." A voice resounded behind the Great Witch as Arciea stepped forth and bowed before her to reveal her respect; the respect that she gave to those who stood at the principle of Pavane.
"This one's name is Arciea Paenar, an insignificant angel. Miss Great Witch, may I have the honour of inquiring about some history of Pavane?" Arciea, with her head remained lowered, asked the Great Witch. She had always been wanting to meet her, for her was one of the people who knew the tales before Pavane.
Interestingly, Arciea also knew that the Great Witch was one who the High Council held in high regard; they would not clash if it was not necessary; so she came to the Great Witch, knowing that if the Witch wished to tell her, then the Council could hardly do anything.
At the unfamiliar sound, Urella turned around to face the stranger. An Angel with actual manners? Too far in between.
"Insignificant? No," Urella stepped forward, grasping the angel's chin with her small fingers. She turned it left, then right and hummed. "You seem to have some potential at least."
The Witch let go, and looked around.
"This is not the best place for a private conversation. Come." Urella preferred to not use her magick in Upper Pavane if she could help it. The Witch opted to instead lead the Angel to a more secluded area before attempting to transport near the Witch Coven.
Urella extended a hand at the Angel, "I suggest you hold on tightly, I wouldn't want any of your limbs to stay behind. As you can imagine, I rarely have...company during these."
"My honour to receive your compliment, Miss Great Witch." Arciea, in her slightly excited smile, allowed the Great Witch to examine her without any precaution. She thought that if the Witch really wished so, then she would not be able to stop her.
"May I be so bold to ask: what kind of potential this angel possesses?" Arciea lowered her head slightly as she asked her question; she was solely motivated by her curiosity at that moment.
"My little life is in your hand, Miss Great Witch." Extending her hand to gently grasp the Witch's, Arciea usually would never accept the hand of a stranger; however, due to her complete faith in the Great Witch and how curious she had become, she disregarded her logic and followed her heart instead.
To be honest, Arciea was looking forwards to how mystical the Great Witch's abilities would be. Maybe she might gain some insight into the power of witches?
Urella ignored the Angel's questions until they were both suddenly taken to a clearing, anyone could tell they were no longer in Upper Pavane. Purple, yellow and pink trees adorned the sides of a clearly man-made brick road. It looked almost fantasy like.
She didn't bother putting her usual notice-me-not, the odds of anyone noticing this place was rather impossible.
Without the witch doing anything, a set of chairs and a table appeared and she ushered the Angel to the opposite seat.
"Now where were we?" Urella hummed for a moment, then crossed her legs as a look of clarity passed her eyes. "Right. Potential. You ask questions, seek things most others do not. Not like most of the other...races around. They are satisfied taking the words of the council at face value."
Her small fingers tapped on the table, "Tea?" Urella donned a smirk.
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"I'm merely trying to satisfy my curiosity, Miss Great Witch. If anything, it is more of a morbid reminder of my dream..." Arciea answered as she took the seat the Great Witch offered to her; the lovely scenery around her caused her to relax; she had never seen such a beautiful world before.
"Your magic is as great as your title, Miss Great Witch; thank you for your hospitality." Arciea closed her eyes for a moment to feel the moment she was enveloped by the mystical spell; her body felt weak, but in that weakness was a hint of wonder and bliss.
"It would be honour for me to have a taste of your tea, Miss Great Witch." Arciea wouldn't know if the Great Witch put anything in it, but she was sure that it would be something worth experiencing, as the Great Witch would not play any petty tricks on her.
Urella couldn't help but perk up at the mention of a dream. "A dream? Go on, explain" The witch ushered the Angel on eagerly, forgetting the tea offer. Dreams were more important than tea anyway.
Urella tapped the table with a finger, a little disapprovingly at the Angel's mention of magick. Most are born with their levels of magick. Their intelligence and creativity at using that magick in new innovative ways is what made a person special. "Magick is a birthright. Nothing too special about it."
"But for you, it is different— Miss Great Witch, you are the usher of the witches. Your knowledge are the most powerful magick." Arciea respectfully disagreed; the power of the magick depended on the user; if the user was weak, then they would be weak, even if they had the power of the Great Witch.
"If I told you that I dreamt of a human boy, whom I've never met, whom I've no idea about their existence, would you believe me? A fellow sister had told me that I am a fool for yearning; and still, a fool I am, I held on." A dream about an unknown boy in an unknown place at an unknown time— It is like a curse, a fantasy, an illusion; Arciea hated herself for longing for it.
Hmmm. That was true. Urella possessed the most powerful magick there was. Perhaps rivaled by Winters. Either way, Urella always fed on her compliments. "Hmmm... You do have a way with words Angel. I quite like it."
The Witch lost all forms of pleasantry at the mention of a 'human' boy. "A human boy?" She spat, "Yes, I do believe your kind were meant to protect those." Urella froze, almost inhumanely. Her hands shook, eyes widened almost painfully before she groaned. Yes, this did tend to happen whenever she mentioned events long past.
A cold shiver went through her body. "Hope? Perhaps. Depends on what you want the outcome to be. If you're looking for a Pavane without the council?" Urella relaxed, the hand spasms seemed to die down and the Witch now seemed much more comfortable. "Yes, I believe many know about the surprise council visit you received. No, I don't believe there is too much hope in that aspect unless several of Pavane races combined forces."
Urella pondered for a moment, "Actually... Even with several races combined it would be difficult with that Ankokku sitting on the council seat. Take him out and there might be a chance."
"This lowly angel dare not have the audacity to defy the Council, especially when Sisters are watching." Arciea felt a strange chill when she heard the Great Witch spoke about the Council. Although she believed in her power, she remained apprehensive towards her ever-watching Sisters.
"Sadly, this one was born too late to fulfil her destiny..." Maybe it was merely her repressed desire that Arciea found herself in a strange, surreal dream; but a part of her struggled to accept that fact— the fact that her... heart, and soul, were merely for an unreal illusion.
"Miss Great Witch, are you all right?" Attempting to get rid of her anxiety, Arciea averted her gaze somewhere else and found the Great Witch's hand trembling. As she spoke, she also lowered her head to not appear as disrespectful.
With the spasms entirely gone, Urella took a deep breath and continued to listen. It wasn't very often that she had company with an Angel of all things.
"I will be," Urella responded, giving a casual shrug. "It happens when I talk of things long past. I don't keep many memories, I find them cumbersome to say the least but I do keep some historical facts."
The Witch glared, not at the Angel "Unfortunately, navigating through the cracks in my memory to reach those I chose not to dispose of leaves me with some-- undesirable side effects let's say."
"But back to your earlier thoughts," Urella stared at the Angel for a moment with an eyebrow raised. "Speaking against the council equates to the same thing. They certainly can't touch you. You're an Angel. The laws protect you but they don't protect non Upper-Pavane citizens." The Witch leaned forward on the table, crossing her arms and looking very comfortable.
"Do you know why the laws protect Angels?" Urella probed, "If you say it's due to the Angels holding a seat on the council, I will be very disappointed."
"Miss Great Witch, this angel hope for your acceptance of your past." Arciea sounded like a hypocrite when uttering such words. After all, she was one who could not let go of the past herself.
"I believe that Sisters would not hurt me, but the thought of disappointing them hurt me, more than I could bear." Arciea could not picture a scenerio where her Sisters would hurt her, not without a good reason. Nevertheless, she would not blame them if such they were to pass.
"Sadly, Miss Great Witch, I'm afraid to disappoint you with my fallibility... could miss perhaps satisfy my curiosity? This angel could hope for nothing more, even if the price is great." To be honest, Arciea did not mind serving the Great Witch, if it meant that she would receive her answers to her ever-so-further questions.
"Acceptance huh?" Urella mused for a bit, "No. I don't think so. With memories come emotions. And with strong emotions comes stupid decisions. It's just easier to keep things simple no?"
The witch crossed and uncrossed her legs, doing this repeatedly with a pensive look, "Unfortunately, I can't fully answer your questions. It's no fun if someone gave you all the answers right? I'll give you a hint though." Urella pointed at Arciea, "It's in your blood."
A faraway look crossed Urella's face before she frowned, "Well, it seems I can't stay longer which is unfortunate. As a parting gift, I'll leave you with a bit of information that I think you would find interesting. There is still a human in Pavane." She thought for a moment then shook her head, "Not a full human of course, they're a halfling with direct human ancestry. Either way, she's the closest thing to a human that you'll find."
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"... It is true, Miss Great Witch. If only I could let things go like you did." Arciea muttered. She looked at the great being in front of her crossing her legs back and forth, not quite sure of what to do.
"... In my blood..?" Arciea looked back at herself and closely examined her body in detail. It was only after a moment did she realise that her action must have been inappropriate. She quickly bowed down to express her apology.
"The humans are still here..." Arciea was not ready for the Great Witch's words. She struggled to comprehend the meaning behind those words. She even forgot about the earlier words that the Witch spoke, talking about her limited time.
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