Objective: Learn, be warm, don’t die
Tags: Alden Akaran Adron Malvern
Now, Xobos was used to having voices plague her mind at this point. She didn’t have memories from when Ambrus and Ora had not been speaking constantly in her mind. Every single day filled with their voices in her mind, speaking, chiding, and annoying her to no end. Even when they were helpful, that helpfulness didn’t last long, or was only there to make sure she did something. But even then, hearing Adron’s thunderous voice ring through her mind with that singular phrase did cause a few moments of lost concentration, causing the cold to come blasting through her being. It chilled her to the bone in mere moments, but eventually she was able to fight back, the hate bursting through the respite to bring warmth to her body once again.
Even if she was warm once again, they still had to continue the long and arduous trek through the ice and snow across that lake. It felt like hours that they were constantly walking, pushing their way against the icy winds as the trio trekked together. There was no speaking, as that would have just cost them energy. Energy that was heartily being conserved to keep them all warm in the subfreezing environment.
Xobos almost missed the structure that jutted into the sky. Her eyes were closed, using the feeling of the other two people in the force to guide her steps, that once she opened her eyes for a moment, she was taken aback by the size of the structure. It didn’t seem natural at all, like it was man made. But the material seemed like it naturally carved, creating a juxtaposition in her mind that was quite interesting. From that point on, the Miraluka kept her eyes open, as to not miss anything like this again.
They all continued their walk until they finally made their way onto a path, that seemingly looked untouched against the winds and snow. The moment Xobos’s boot hit the stone, the winds ceased, making it seem as though everything around them was forced away by some sort of protective barrier. Even though the cold lasted, not having to fight the wind was a nice change.
What wasn’t a nice change, however, was the burning sensation that came from her forearm as Adron unlocked the door to the tower. It somehow managed to overcome the rest of the cold completely, yet the heat was different that the one she was providing for herself with the Tapas. It was though the Rune was something completely different than her own power, and the heat emitting from it was much hotter than what she was producing herself. For the first time since they had started their journey to this planet, a voice actually spoke something interesting, and not down right annoying to the Miraluka. However, who the voice was that was speaking caused her a moment of pause. It was Lagos, speaking to her in Ambrus and Ora’s unified voice. “If that rune is so much more powerful that we are now…is it possible to become this powerful..” Typical nonsense, yet it seemed as though they were talking not to her..but to themselves. An interesting phenomena that she had few memories of happening before.
Adron speaking to her caused her to swiftly bring her mind back to the present, as he dissected what she had done to be able to tap into the Tapas power. While he did criticize her for being shaky with, the slight praise at the end did have smiling lightly, knowing she had done decently well enough. Decently well enough being not dead halfway across the frozen lake.
When the trio made their way into the metallic tower, Xobos could feel her boots begin to shift as the ice and practically melt off of her boots. As they walked, she could feel the cold begin to get through her personal Tapas barrier, and even as she desperately attempted to gather more heat around herself, the cold still made it’s way into her body, leaving her hugging her arms against her jacket tightly. She tried to distract her mind from the cold, and as her eyes roamed over the halls that they walked down, she noticed that the rune that was on the front door was carved into the wall as well, along with others. That rune…was the same was as the one on her arm. Her eyes glanced toward Adron, wondering why all these runes were seemingly connected to him, and why this place, at least in the force, also felt remotely like him as well.
These thoughts lingered in her mind as she continued to follow her new master through the dark hallways, until they reached a massive set of doors that finally emitted some heat, unlike the walls. When he began to speak, Xobos couldn’t help but nod slightly, knowing that he was right. Even though the anger was enough to create a spear or even use Tapas, she knew, deep down, that there was more power that could be reached within her. And anger alone would not suffice in this way.
So when he asked if he understood, Xobos nodded, speaking in a clear tone. “I understand. Even if I don’t know to draw on these other emotions, or even hone them right now…your power demonstrates that it can be done. Which means I can accomplish it as well. I will find out how to do so, and wield this weapon that you speak of, master.” With a grin, she stepped back, allowing Alden to get in his answer.
Xobos had seen some amazing things since being taken off Roon. The massive starships, the holonews she had been banished, and many other smaller things. Even then, watching the doors be opened into the massive room covered in ice was breathtaking. To have something so gorgeous hidden deeply in the towers confines was truly awe inducing on its own. It made sense why the walls were still cold as well.
Her boots crunched lightly against the icy floors as she entered the cavern, eyes gazing over the massive mounds of ice. Their master made his way over to one of the walls, leaning against it as he gave their new instructions. It was..interesting to say the least. To find a singular crystal in this massive cavern seemed like an impossible task. Even if it was supposed to call to her, how was she supposed to hear it’s call?
The key must’ve been in what their master had said. Empowerment and focus. Both, together, working in tandem to hear a crystal’s call. And Xobos was lacking the focus. She had the emotion to draw off of, but she needed to focus on it. But how..
Her useless eyes gazed over the glacial structures for a moment before spotting exactly what she was looking for. A flat surface, that with one bend of her knees, she leapt up to, digging her heels in to keep from slipping. Slowly, with her hand bracing as she slowly knelt down, the Miralukan began to slowly breath deep, long breaths as her eyes closed. A meditation technique that the elders had taught all of the village children when they were young.
It was supposed to be used if they ever got lost. They could kneel down, begin breathing deeply, focus their mind, and find exactly where they were looking for, or broadcast a distress signal of sorts. Perhaps this could be used to find the crystal as well. For now though, she took her time, breathing in…and out…in….and out….