Lynette Aine
Voidsent Fae
Daughter of the Secret Veil
The Summoning
Ceana Ramsay opened the door to a dark room that was slightly lit with candlelight. In the middle of the room was a fairy gate of flowers, with toadstools growing around it in a circle. A dark skinned maiden lay naked in the flowers, her body an offering to the voidsent they were to summon. Silvaire Ouraux looked at the circle his eyes lighting up in recognition, but he spoke of naught. His eyes casted to Ceana if only for a moment before back to the laying hyur. Vulnerable and nude, a shame he had an idea of what were to become of her mortal coincious.
Ceana Ramsay walks to the book before the fairy gate, and smiles while turning back, "You know what this grimoire is, right?"
Silvaire Ouraux wandered towards the book his eyes running over the text carefully, "Fae." He said simply, "The circle is already prepared for such.."
Ceana Ramsay nods and asks, being careful not to upset the mortal before he does what she truly wants, "Do you need anything to complete the summon?"
The Summoning
Silvaire Ouraux glanced to the text once more, "Honey. For the mortal to be covered in, salt for mine own body.. and Nails for a necklace of sorts.." He looked to Ceana, "From there I will be able to call to the fae from beyond the rift, and beckon one to inhabit the mortal." Ceana Ramsay nodded, taking note of the items, "I will return shortly. We should have those items in the kitchen.
Ceana Ramsay returns with the honey, salt, nails, and twine. She hands the items over to Silvaire and steps back to watch, "Whatever you summon, I will make sure it doesn't eat you! You are too precious to be wasted on a untethered voidsent!"
The Summoning
Silvaire Ouraux takes them, and gives a feeble nod to the mistress, before stepping back and begining to pour the honey over the nude body, slowly and making sure to cover the sacrifice suffiecently before setting the pot aside. dosing himself in the salt before tying the nails around his own neck. Stepping around the circle before finally facing the circle in full.
Ceana Ramsay feels the anticipation burn her blood in joy, she cant wait but see if this mortal is successful.
Silvaire Ouraux he waited for a moment, before continuing, "If this gift is to your liking. Prithee, show thyself in your glory."
The Summoning
Lynette Aine grips at the edges of a forming portal. Slowly her head appearing through it. Her neck twisting and contorting in ways that weren't possible for humans. Taking in the surroundings, quickly noticing the vast aether contained within Silvaire. Slowly emerging from the portal, her Fae wings flickering quickly. She charges at Silvaire. Stopping inches from him. Her eyes fixated on the Iron nails around his neck, the smell of salt coving him. Her jaw lowers, as if dislocating itself
Rows of sharp teeth now in full view for the Elezen. Her gaze now darting to the Hyur lying on the floor. The sweet aroma of honey overtaking her senses. Quickly shooting over to the motionless woman, hovering over her. Her gaze shifts from one Elezen to the other. An ear piercing screech echoing the room as she appears to vanish. At that instant the woman on the ground sits up, and begins to hunch over
Her back shivering as wings begin to emerge from her skin and flutter lifting her from the ground. Her mouth once more hanging open to show her fangs as she mutters "Cár thug tú liom?
The Summoning
Silvaire Ouraux falters not until he sees the wings, but remains steadfast, "Eorzea, to the bosom of the Sister's of the Secret Veil." He states plainly, his eyes focused on the newly summoned voidsent.
Lynette Aine darts over to Silvaire once more. A goblet forming in her hand. Her eyes fixated on the iron nails at his neck. Setting the goblet down on the ground in front of the Elezen. "Thank you for this tasty feast! In return i offer you this wine! Please have your fill!" Silvaire Ouraux shook his head, "Nay, for a lowly mortal such as I should not partake in otherworldly pleasures, let alone gifts that are bestowed by one such as thee."
The Summoning
Lynette Aine looks at the cup on the ground. Rage filling her, as she begins to thrash about. In her temper tantrum she knocks over the glass. Circling the Elezen. Peering over his shoulder. "Very well, If you wont drink you will answer me this! Eorzea has two E's. Spell that without the use of an E?"
Silvaire Ouraux exhaled. Old trick. "T-H-A-T. You did not ask for Eorzea to be spelled without its e's."
Lynette Aine storms about the room. Another loud screech filling the room. Finally calming and landing in the circle once more. "Very well...Seems you have won at my games and you have your prize!" She pouts.
Silvaire Ouraux dips his head, looking to Ceana and dipping his head again.
Ceana Ramsay walks up to the transcription, and flips to the page she prepared for enslavement, "Fairy bitch, come here. If you wish to live in this aether abundant world, you must sign your sigil to me." Ceana motioned for Silvaire to leave, happy the ritual is over.
