The apology came from the soul. A soul wrapped in primordial air. The sincerity of regret because within herself Augusta instinctually knew that no one should be able to do what was done to Averous. Not even an Air elemental NeoImmortals can take life breath. Elemental conjurers may wield air elements in countless ways. However, taking life by siphoning the air from the lungs is impossible for everyone. Only Augusta has that ability.
“ Right! ” Arrives in comforting herself about the committed sin.
With her last said of sorry, the Air Prime lay her body fully prostrated on the clay. She closed her eyes and entered into listening to her soul. Then she whispers on the clay as she faces it with the grass tickling her lips.
“ Tell me the secrets of who took Averous breaths. ”
The air surrounding the blades of grass skips into a whirlwind. It pushes the grass in waves that ripple. Then Augusta kisses the nitrogen, oxygen, argon and all that is air. The kiss allows a scientific-level connection. That brings the scent of purity to slip into the kiss. Other than purity there is no scent unless something is within the gases.
Hence, the air is pure, pureness. It is freshness. It is a breath. It is innocent by itself. It commits no crime. Only a manipulator of it can do a crime. Also, Air is never a predator. The predator is the manipulator. Therefore Augusta demands to know who is the predator of her air. That entity siphoned breaths from Averous`s lungs. Someone made her element a predator.
The invisible gases give back no answer. That is stranger than strange. It is because air cannot do that to its Prime. The impossibility abides because a Prime Elemental NeoImmortal is the element. The Creator proclaimed and made it that way at the beginning of all creation. Hence, why is Augusta not able to get an answer from herself?
Puzzling and truthfully weird. And so, right then and there, her physical body vanishes. Air, she is the air while lying on the grass as she once more demands, “ Tell the secrets of Averous’s last breaths. ”
Whining cries of stifled pain enter Augusta’s soul. It rocks her into materializing into physical form. Reformed with being flat on the grass as the soul goes silent. Instantly, the voice of Cian Immortalis treks into her mind, ‘ This air knows not. This air knows his death. ‘
With eyes peering at smooshed grass and clay, Augusta now has answers. She has the reason why there is no answer from the air around the river.
“ Ah yes, teleported here. So the predator has a power like mine, looks like me. They are furless bipeds, elastic-skinned humanoids with magic and white hair. ” Begins an audible summarization as Augusta pauses to gaze around. “ Stopped the air, not use it. ”
A ponderous hum while turning unto her backside to stare at the vastness of the atmosphere. “ Many entities can. It`s suffocation. The criminal did not allow it. And then the predator dumped a body husk, a husk of no soul. No air. No fire. Only water and earth, a mortal body husk dumped in a river after preying on a griff. ”
Silence comes as Cyrus surveys it all with awe and shock. His slender muscled body motions downward as a paw scoop water to drink. His being thirsty becomes her mind’s next focus. ‘” Uhm, water, the body, the necessity of water…uh, the body requires air too. ” And that is an ‘ aha ’ moment.
” So, basic, just basic. And that is how they killed him. That should have been my first thought. ” Comes with a frustrated sigh of not realizing it before.
Augusta instantly understands so much more now. The air in the lower troposphere cannot tell of Averous`s last breathing.
” Up there, ” She states suspiciously while gazing into the immense span of the layers surrounding planet Troxia.
” The act takes skills in both air conjuring or celestial summoning. To wield such immense abilities takes centuries to learn and study. Immense because it demands deception of the presence of air where it is not. To cause a creature to believe that air abides where it does not. uhm who? ”
Then the realization that Averous`s body needed special circumstances to limit the damage. ” Limited damage intends a slow, non-brutal free fall. Yes and much-controlled power to arrange it since he was a large dead weight winged creature. ”
Silence as she stands at the river’s edge. Quiet, silently thinking as the fast passes fast with less than two hours before sunset.
“ So were there any unusual sounds during that day of the gemstone drilling? ” Augusta queries, glancing toward Cyrus as he wades into the water to his ankles.
“ There was a high wind sound. But that is not unusual. I kind of thought the weather was changing. ” Cyrus replies looking back toward her.
“ Oh, so nothing unusual in the environment? ” Augusta inquires in rewording the question.
He turns to walk out of the river while being deep in thought. Then shaking his head, he excitedly says,” Ah, yes, whiskers. ”
“ Whiskers? ” queries Augusta elevating herself off the clay surface before walking over the waters of the river.
With eyes wide in surprise at seeing more of the proof of Goddess, Cyrus begins telling about a talent. “ Felidea whiskers naturally sense vibration. We can detect changes in the air. It includes air currents, temperature, etc. Incredibly useful when measuring distances, chasing prey and noting atmosphere. ”
He pauses to remember that day of the death, to recall more completely before further sharing, ” That day seems strange a few hours before. ”
“ Before? ” Abides quizzed for Augusta wants details.
” Yes, as I travelled that day toward the red-treed forest the air shivered. It felt like a sky rock falls. But that feeling went away. ” Convey Cyrus who seems spellbound by the way Augusta hovers as he continues talking. ” Well, it repeated many times. That feeling of a sky rock falling. It did until the air seemed to be silent before becoming flowing. ”
He stares at Augusta to almost ask a question, but she interrupts. ” Air always has flow. Even when it’s thought to be still, the air is never without flow. ”
To have the sky silent is impossible for any magic user. Only an almost ancient master elemental NeoImmortal might be able to. Even then they must use a Time Scale Rod and possess pure NeoImmortal Spiritual DNA.” With another thought about what is required, she adds, “ And somehow be a NeoImmortal Air Elemental too. Mhmm.”
Suddenly she hears water rushing like something is being torpedoed through it. The air whispers an insight, ‘ Down the river, ’ She swiftly turns around to see Breaze approaching. Full wingspan, hard on flight as his long legs plow through the top of the waters of the river. Wings beating strong as he roars out beastly bellow to announce his arrival. Then he bullets into the sky before doing a nose dive. As he approaches close to the ground he suddenly transforms into Draconian Duke. A Draconian who seems to step upon an air stairwell as he comes to stand next to Augusta.
“ Hello, my friend. ” Happily is conveying but he sneers in contempt toward Cyrus before queuing, “ How goes the avenging? ”
“ Extremely well. But we discuss that after we return Cyrus to his Queens. After that a visit to the far side of Troxia. We must not be late. ” Augusta replies summoning a travel portal for the three of them.
“ Oh, good and yes, straightway, for we need to be there soon. ” Breaze grins with drying to depart. They must leave because the autumn sun on Troxia sets early the autumn sun
Augusta gestures for Cyrus to join them. She then allows him to enter the swirling energies first. Then Breaze before she follows into the whirling mass. It is mere minutes before arrival. That brings farewells said upon the portal opening at the Felidea city of Liosa.. However, there is no delay in continuing. Another portal is swiftly summoned with Augusta and Breaze soon materializing next to a wide rushing river on the other side of the planet.
“ I will catch the fish, ” Breaze proclaims to share details. “ I ate not long ago but we both feel best when sharing food. ”
“ As always you know I do not need to eat. “ This owns sounds endlessly repeated in the past but it is said anyway.
“ Yes, but the mortal part of you feels empty when you do not. You sleep better when you do too. ” Concerned because he is her guardian, best friend and Dragon.
“ So do you. ” Comes in a smirk of how effortless things are between them. “ We eat, discuss the processes and you sleep first. ”
He nods acceptance before transforming into the beastly Draconian to be the ultimate fisher as Augusta announces, “ I will collect firewood. And over there next to the large rock gathering will be our camp. ”
That is agreed and so it comes to be.
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