Essentia Animus

51-Divine Goddess

With everything that had occurred over the day, everyone was glad to finally face the end of what felt like a really long day. Tomorrow would come with its own challenges, but for now everyone would rest.

Riyxia was technically one of the people in that same situation, although it was only her body that would be resting. Tonight however wouldn't be a night filled feeling removed from the world, this time she would actually be able to interact with things. The doll made for her had been something that really took some getting used to, especially since it was so obvious the doll wasn't actually alive. It was a slightly different perspective too, she was a slight bit taller than usual, the same 7-7 Uyn as Vwyx, but a fraction of that shorter than her. Even more comical, the doll she was in wasn't even elven anymore, leaving the doll feeling even more different. Her hair was certainly longer than any of the other girls as well, though it wasn't made of actual hair. Technically, nothing about her was real, she wasn't actually hearing from her ears or seeing from her eyes, another aspect that sorta felt strange. She had to wear soft slippers too, because her feet on stone made a lot more noise than people normally would. It was strange, but its vivid artificial nature gave it a subtle sort of comfort. She wasn't possessing another body, or a reflection of herself, this was just an object designed to give her familiar options while her actual body was otherwise occupied.

Her first overnight project was to put together some stuff for this new aspect of herself, starting with clothes. Even this proved an initial obstacle for such a project, as her hands weren't actually designed for precision movements, being a bit too rigid in design. She quickly however found a way around this problem, linking herself to the objects she was trying to manipulate so that the objects would move as she wished regardless. This effectively proved even faster and more precise than if her actual body had attempted the same process. Sewing cloth together was easier when you had possessed not only the needle, but also the cloth. She still kept her actual essence within the doll, using that perspective to gauge what she was trying to accomplish. Through her work, she produced a forest green outfit, something clearly not intended for wilderness use, but still soft and pretty in an almost casual way. A shoulder shawl breathed over a light blouse, with a long soft overcoat that extended down over her flowing skirt. The soft slippers were even redesigned to match the rest of the design, and it was finished with yet another matching beret, one fitting the style they had all frequented. Putting it on, she even felt both beautiful and surreal. Knowing she would need some reliable considency, she made a few duplicates of the same outfit before dawn arrived.

Having finished her work, she picked up the collection and made her way back to her room. By this point, other hunters had already started preparing for their day, yet all of them stopped what they were doing to stare. To everyone, it was like a goddess of the divine walked in their midst, the fact she didn't look natural only building upon the message. She could hear the spur of questions coming up by her presence, leaving her to regret her inability to speak. In turn, she simply brought attention to her beret. This had the desired effect of opening a path for her, everyone had grown used to the emblem and the significance it promoted. However, this just replaced old questions with new one, while concern rose if this was way above anyone's ability to influence. The admiration and concern did not disappear, and her silence was simply being regarded as no one present was worth talking to her. She was almost safely back to her room when she was suddenly confronted by Ayzherie herself, silently scanning her over to figure out where she should even begin. As it was also almost morning as is, and her room wasn't very far away, Riyxia opted for the simplest solution for this problem.

"Hey, Ayzherie, sorry, long story. Actually, not that long, but I only just woke up, ~yawn~ so I'll fill you in on everything later." "A strange person with a seemingly unnatural beauty, yet actually seems more like a living doll than anything else. Let me guess, that's you in there? Did Vwyx make this? Rather brilliantly done, in all honesty. However, leaving people to wake to such a degree of the unexpected has already caused a bit of an early morning mess, it might have been smart to at least let me know about it, so that I could ensure the right preparations were ready." "Sorry?" "Yes, yes, you're still rather sleepy. You go then, tend to your own physical needs, I expect there will be no issue if I borrow the company of your spectre, is there? I'm guessing you can't talk in this shell, but that should still be alright." Riyxia shrugged, leaving things in Ayzherie's care as she returned to her room. Ayzherie looked over the lifelike doll before her, still amazed at how much beauty was captured in its crafting. The eyes even glittered like the emeralds and onyx they were probably made from. It was no wonder everyone was suddenly talking about this stranger who had shown up unexpectedly overnight. Ayzherie took it by the hand, feeling the cold and almost clay marble composition it was made from as she guided it back into the open hall.