"Well, all Artist's powers are centered around creating new
universes. Life, love, tranquility, order, that sort of thing. Then
everyone is a little different. Amali has rapid growth powers,
Ritie has spirit-based powers, Dream has peaceful sleep abilities,
and so on." Solia replies.
Nyx woke up as Solia started explaining powers.She raised an
eyebrow as she mentioned that everyone's powers are different.So
this is interesting information.She thinks to herself.
Lise thought about what she said while Troye glanced at Solia.
"What is your power then? And how do we develop ours?" He asked. He
wondered what kind of power he could possibly have.
Solia smiles softly. "I'm the original. I have non-specialized
powers, but I'm better at controlling them and directing them. And
yours will develop in time, like all good things do."
"Hmm..." Troye said, thinking. Lise looked at him and then glanced
over at Solia again. "Do you have a map by any chance? And do you
mind us wandering around the town?" She asked. Secretly, she was
dying to take a look at everything. It was all so colorful.
"No, I don't mind. No part of the void is off limits, except for my
house, which you have to have permission to enter. Feel free to
explore." Solia replies. "And, Nyx, that's exactly what it means. I
have all of the specialties, just not as strongly as others.
Actually, non-specialized is the wrong word. My specialty is order.
Keeping everything balanced."
Nyx hummed."I see."She mused before breaking off from the group and
continuing to explore the town.Maybe I can find a tree to sleep
under soon.She thinks to herself while shoving her hands in the
pocket of her dress.
Troye grabbed Lise's hand and waved at Solia before dragging Lise
around town. They eventually stopped by a cafe to eat something.
Lise got in line to order, and Troye pulled out his phone again. He
saw there was a piano over by the counter and he sat down on the
bench in front of it. Lise eyed him curiously as he rummaged
through his pocket for his earbuds and scrolled through his phone.
"Inima!" Fell huffs, arguing with an owl-like creature in
the towns central courtyard. "This is stupid, Zia wouldn't hit
Amali anywhere above the chest before Solia got there! Those are
the rules of her game!"
"She did, though. Maybe she's cheating. Or her aim is getting
worse?" The owl replies, ruffling her feathers.
"Zia's aim doesn't get worse. And she doesn't cheat." Fell replies,
crossing her arms.
Nyx finds the central courtyard and smiles at the tree that is
within it.Good place as any to get comfortable.She muses to
herself while sitting down under the tree.She ignores the obvious
arguing between a person and an owl.She pulls out her phone and
continues writing her story within her notes.Should I have Mel
die or no?She wonders while tilting her head slightly.Sure I
can always find a way to bring her back later.Plus she is my least
favorite character.
Troye put his earbuds in and scrolled through his phone for a bit
more. People didn't seem to notice, and soon it was Lise's turn to
order. Troye eventually seemed to find what he was looking for, and
put his phone in his pocket. He put his hands on the keys and
paused for a moment, before starting to play. Lise listened to him
play, though she didn't recognize the piece at all.
The piece was quiet at first, and seemed to be cheerful. Lise
grabbed their food and sat down at the table next to the piano. It
was honestly a bore, and the other Artists seemed to think so too.
This must have been the piece Troye had been working on. Strange.
She had expected a bit more.
Nyx felt her ear twitched."I don't think growling at a bird is
gonna do you any good dear."She says quietly from her spot."Though
it might help you.Who am I to question?"
A little later, the piece started picking up momentum, and soon it
was dripping with emotion. Lise watched, mesmorized. It was telling
a story, a story she had never gotten out of Troye. It was full of
so many ups and downs, that it took her a moment to realize it
ended. All the other Artists seemed to have gone through the same
process as Lise. Troye didn't move, his hand resting on the keys,
his head bowed even after he finished.
Troye quickly rubbed his eyes and popped his earbuds out. "Th-thank
you. I didn't know Zia played the piano." He said. Lise immediately
wanted to go comfort Troye, but she held back, rubbing her own
eyes.
"Not many do." She replies with a soft smile. "But, surprisingly,
Zia used to be just like us. Most Artists just havent been around
long enough to know it."