Finding the wheel

[Anastasia]

Xandra sits back now, "There is one point. You've met many powerful celestials in your journeys by now. Have you ever wondered why they all have the Words of Creation, even if they have little apparent use for them? Cresiel and I both have them at our beck and call, part of our innate nature. Have you ever questioned why, Moore?"

[Nephrite]

"It isn't something I've ever given a lot of thought to." Moore admits. "I'll admit, I don't even know why I know them at all. Something I picked up..." He gestures absently away from himself. "I would imagine that they're something that all celestials know, due to... mm. Perhaps the name 'Words of Creation' are just that -- the words used to create everything, so some fragment of that power got passed on. Mm, that's probably far too fanciful a tale to be true..."

[Anastasia]

"That is the common lore for them," Xandra mentions, "The truth of it or not is argued across the planes, but the power they have cannot be denied."

[Nephrite]

Moore nods. "That makes sense. I feel like as I continue to advance, this will get a bit easier on me. If I really want to push myself, though, I can try on Lifasa sometime." He adds.

[Anastasia]

"Just don't overdo it. As you are now, that could claim your life. You have power, but it is a dangerous power." Xandra then smiles a little bit, "If you haven't figured that part out now, then I pray for Chronias to protect you."

[Nephrite]

"I admit, having the power to create something is... a bit terrifying." Moore says. "Someone on Aurora had a friend that tried to create souls... I..." He shakes his head. "I can see how this path led to madness for other people."

[Anastasia]

"The divine can do it easily," Xandra admits, "We cannot, even if we use such things as the Words of Creation. It's terrifying because it's more than we're ever meant to do, ever meant to use. Yet we've given this power to create."

[Nephrite]

Moore nods. "That makes sense. Still... it's nice to know I can create something if we need it." He rubs his chin. "I wonder if I could create something with knowledge I don't have..." He muses.

[Anastasia]

"Like?" Xandra cocks her head slightly to the side, "I don't follow the train of thought."

[Nephrite]

"Let's say I wanted to create a book." Moore says. "It should be possible. But let's say I want to create a book on something I don't know about -- knowledge I don't have. Like... I don't know, a book on 'where to find the most delicious apples' or something." Moore adds.

[Anastasia]

"I don't know," Xandra admits, looking up. She's silent a short time before, "I would think because it's coming from your soul, it has to be something you understand and know."

[Nephrite]

"Hm... then what about something I know, but don't remember?" He murmurs. "My soul might remember, but not me...?"

He takes a breath and focuses -- on a piece of paper, with words.

Words he can't remember, but knows he had.

Words... he had with Elena.

Words he can't recall.



But his soul does!

To be clear he's trying to see if he can put the words he had with Elena on a piece of paper, to try and dart around anathemic knowledge issues.

[Anastasia]

Will save.

[Nephrite]

[13:34] <Nephrite> roll 1d20+46+15
[13:34] <Rei-chan> Nephrite rolled : 1d20+46+15 --> [ 1d20=11 ]{72}

[Anastasia]

Credit where it's due, I thought that was clever.

Mmm....

Hm...?

You blink your eyes open. You lie in bed, tucked in and warm. Wood sleeps besides your bed, a covered tray on your table. You hold something in your hand. It feels like a piece of paper or some such thing.