She recalls it in some senses, more as warnings from the moment she'd declared her ambition to study and hone her magic for Wilder purposes, and sets her tea aside.
They'd set out in early morning, arrived there two weeks after from her map studies, and couldn't have stayed too long, being that they seemed to have come right back from her grandmother's words -- he was gone one day and never came back the next, even if he'd been back in the city at that time. Her poor grandfather'd lost his mind and magic, mumbling on about a beast with features unknown to any who'd seen it, and she pauses a moment before looking through her bag, her books, and setting before Eren a vastly aged piece of artwork, more black than yellow with the scratchy charcoal mess on it. It's of the beast, she explains. Drawn by her grandfather.
... Which isn't much to go off of, she realizes, but she points out particulars. The eyes are distinct, aren't they? Nearly draconic, but not quite the same as a Dragon's. The form she believes is the tail is lizard-like as well, but there's... something shaped as more bird-like wings on the back of it, and Alissa confesses she believes it to be a chimaeric beast known as The Guardian, which she's looked into. It's a creature which was said to safeguard the Courts spoken of in stories, and further evidence towards this is the stories of its wicked (not the good kind of wicked tho (lol)) ability to consume magic. More than a normal Monster does, and in a far more destructive way; it was meant to punish those who would seek to enter the Courts without proper permissions, though it's never said where the entrance is nor how far from the Courtyard it would've been, and she realizes they're all just stories but she knows it's true, she can feel it.
There's a beat, Alissa's hands unclenching with some effort, and she clears her throat.
She's aware there was another survivor of the mess, a Monster, but as the name was never published she's not sure whom it had been (though if Eren ever says it was Sully, his favorite elder, she'd be happy to have the info). Her grandfather would speak in his more lucid moments about the expedition, the travel there, of his companions, and he'd stop the moment it drew close to Dewaint... It was crystalized though, he'd said once. Glittering and beautiful. With every tree as shining as the next, and the sound alike to wind chimes. They were blackened crystals, she clarifies after a moment, but they'd been beautiful all the same. And from these crystals swept the beast they'd seen, the one she'd previously explained in having thought as the storied Guardian of the True Fae.
Alissa tilts her head, recalling her old lessons and personal researches, and nods. It could be a different dimension, she says, a rift caused by the leylines beneath the forest, or it could be a sort of illusionary magic that turns one around and around without progress... The True Fae were capable of everything and more, and they, as Witches, have only scratched the surface of the potential that magic wields. She'd hesitate, because Eren is the only person she's shown and spoken of this to in such depth, and then allow him to take a picture of the drawing.
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DECEMBER 2019 (ALISSA MOORE'S TAKE ON THE DEWAINT EXPEDITION)
She recalls it in some senses, more as warnings from the moment she'd declared her ambition to study and hone her magic for Wilder purposes, and sets her tea aside.
They'd set out in early morning, arrived there two weeks after from her map studies, and couldn't have stayed too long, being that they seemed to have come right back from her grandmother's words -- he was gone one day and never came back the next, even if he'd been back in the city at that time. Her poor grandfather'd lost his mind and magic, mumbling on about a beast with features unknown to any who'd seen it, and she pauses a moment before looking through her bag, her books, and setting before Eren a vastly aged piece of artwork, more black than yellow with the scratchy charcoal mess on it. It's of the beast, she explains. Drawn by her grandfather.
... Which isn't much to go off of, she realizes, but she points out particulars. The eyes are distinct, aren't they? Nearly draconic, but not quite the same as a Dragon's. The form she believes is the tail is lizard-like as well, but there's... something shaped as more bird-like wings on the back of it, and Alissa confesses she believes it to be a chimaeric beast known as The Guardian, which she's looked into. It's a creature which was said to safeguard the Courts spoken of in stories, and further evidence towards this is the stories of its wicked (not the good kind of wicked tho (lol)) ability to consume magic. More than a normal Monster does, and in a far more destructive way; it was meant to punish those who would seek to enter the Courts without proper permissions, though it's never said where the entrance is nor how far from the Courtyard it would've been, and she realizes they're all just stories but she knows it's true, she can feel it.
There's a beat, Alissa's hands unclenching with some effort, and she clears her throat.
She's aware there was another survivor of the mess, a Monster, but as the name was never published she's not sure whom it had been (though if Eren ever says it was Sully, his favorite elder, she'd be happy to have the info). Her grandfather would speak in his more lucid moments about the expedition, the travel there, of his companions, and he'd stop the moment it drew close to Dewaint... It was crystalized though, he'd said once. Glittering and beautiful. With every tree as shining as the next, and the sound alike to wind chimes. They were blackened crystals, she clarifies after a moment, but they'd been beautiful all the same. And from these crystals swept the beast they'd seen, the one she'd previously explained in having thought as the storied Guardian of the True Fae.
Alissa tilts her head, recalling her old lessons and personal researches, and nods. It could be a different dimension, she says, a rift caused by the leylines beneath the forest, or it could be a sort of illusionary magic that turns one around and around without progress... The True Fae were capable of everything and more, and they, as Witches, have only scratched the surface of the potential that magic wields. She'd hesitate, because Eren is the only person she's shown and spoken of this to in such depth, and then allow him to take a picture of the drawing.