Hareth soared.
They bobbed between the twisting, braided threads of energy that made up the sky in this pce. Weaving between rivers of light that connected people, pces and things together, they soared through the sky over the vast stretches of nd between Stations. The sky held them gently in a welcome embrace, stars glittering below and threads pulsing with lights all around them. The rush of air as they sped across the sky drowned out all other sensation, allowing them a level of focus that was so very welcome on days they could not keep their thoughts from racing in unknown directions. Today they instead sought a specific target and thus allowed the air to simply wash over them and did not grow distracted by the majesty of the scene all around.
Today their goal was simple, they were going to witness a storm. The observers at Looking Gss had sent their weekly bulletins the week prior and had listed that a storm was brewing and would break through the Boundary today. So Hareth soared, towards the small settlement known as Harmony in hopes of catching sight of the phenomenon with their own eyes. Harmony was a small mining settlement set up along the Boundary to take advantage of the abundance of mineral ore and material which leaked through it; it had made quite the name for itself over the first decades after its founding. It was also a common site for storms such as this, due to the thinness of the Boundary there.
With the bzing wall of light that stretched from ground to the sky, the ever-present Boundary, as a guide they made short work of the journey. Arriving at the modest gathering of homes and factories that was known as Harmony, they settled themselves a good distance above the pce so as to neither draw attention nor become too entangled in the thoughts of the people below, who would be expecting the storm's arrival as well. The ability to hear the thoughts of others was only an after-effect of the magicks Hareth practiced, and learning to adjust to constant input had taken them many years, though the benefits outweighed this small burden. With an acceptable position from which to observe the storm’s emergence they settled in to wait.
A handful of hours ter, with a few odds and ends to occupy their time, it began. At first they didn’t notice, too engrossed in the task they had brought to occupy this wait, but then the minds below grew louder, excited. Looking towards the near-blinding light of the Boundary it began to shimmer, not unlike a heat mirage, less a rippling and more a clearing. The light began to shift more violently until, all at once, it broke. A sound not unlike an entire building of windows shattering at once rang out over Harmony, followed by a veritable deluge of material beginning to flow from the breach. All manner of debris from masses of rock to pieces of shimmering metal and even a few scant pieces of manufactured things. Behind it all was a ragged, shattered crack in the light of the Boundary, the point from which this material all flowed like a spot. This was the true objective of Hareth’s outing today, to see this point, one of very few windows out of the Void and back into one of myriad realities beyond.
With a moment of focus Hareth drew their attention to a line, aligning it on the break, the point where reality had worn a hole into this space. They pushed further into it, ignoring the burning sensation behind their eyes and the immense pressure building in their head. At the edges of their perception a number of images fshed by, too quick to catalogue but their variety was beyond imagining. After a long moment that stretched agonizingly long the shifting images settle into one, a vista of deep green grass and tall mountains. A valley stretching for miles in every direction, cradled in the shade of vast rocky peaks with vilges dotted between. A sense of tranquility overtakes them as the world beyond the fracture is id out before their senses. A number of people, tall and nky with broad skulls and several sets of antlers run from the opening, afraid of its sudden appearance. And just as quickly as it came, the image fades, washed away by a flood of shifting impressions before heat and pain return and they are shunted back to their pce above Harmony. The storm itself is beginning to gather beyond the homes, a mass of whirling shards that appear like gss, shifting figures and distorted noises within its depths. With a lurch it begins its journey outward, depositing some of the gathered materials in its wake. It is likely to travel for a week or so before it begins to lose itself and dies out, the observers will have more detailed information in the weeks to come.
With that done, a sadness fell over Hareth. As exhirating as observing reality always was, they had not found what they sought. The chances were small to begin with but still, the pain lingered. With a final deep breath, a gnce towards the healing wound in the Boundary and a look towards the people and buildings of Harmony they released their spell.
A lurching feeling that turns their stomach upside down passes through them before they find their mind returned to their body, still in the pce they left it. Their chambers at Girrum Stand are not bare but this room in particur is singurly focused. Pillows line the floor, so as to provide comfort over the long stretches they leave their body here, and rge gss lenses and mirrors line many of the surfaces to act as foci for their magicks. With a groan they stretch, braided wood and stone limbs creaking with the effort of it. Their frame is unfortunately brittle and returning to it always brings a sense of annoyance, for one who can soar so high to be unable to walk farther than a room or two at a time.
They settle upon a seat at the edge of the room, leaning their head against the wall and closing their many compound eyes. With a practiced hand they record their findings in the journal pced on the seat's side and contempte their test failure. It is not the first, and certainly will not be the st, they will make another attempt soon. In the meantime, they will likely have another petitioner soon and should prepare. Hareth stands, and begins to make their way out of the chamber with slightly renewed spirit. They again pierced beyond this pce in which they have become trapped, something almost no one is capable of. They will continue to see more than any could imagine.
Hareth the Ocuria would try again, as they always did. For when one’s gift was sight, they would always pursue the one thing they could not see.
Hareth, the Sage of Broadened Sight would turn their many eyes towards the worlds and seek out that which they tried to obscure.
Hareth Brighteye would soar the skies and weave threads of their own into the tapestry of the Void.
Hareth, the homesick fool, would continue to search for even a single glimpse of their former home.
