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areixyn-en · 11 days ago
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Signs
happy birthday to Krishna :D
also fun fact i originally planned to post this part later on in the story but it's Krishna's birthday so-
not directly connected, but I recommend you to read Fragrance of Evil and Meetings if you haven’t already to understand some things here!
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The symbol on the necklace glows softly, the sign that mana has been fully restored. Ophelia puts on the necklace and looks at her right leg — the marking of magic has disappeared.
Every miuzhi has a marking of magic on their body. This was supposed to be a badge that symbolized their blessing, yet in today's society where sumizhis are brutally oppressed, the marking of magic became an undeniable piece of evidence for their identity.
Sumizhis have no choice but to learn to conceal their badge. Fortunately, the marking concealment spell is a common spell that can be used by sumizhis of any type and is also one of the first spells a sumizhi learns.
For the sake of convenience, marking concealment spells are usually used with an enchanting spell to enchant a certain object. Ophelia chose to enchant a necklace her grandma gave her as the item that conceals her marking. Every once in a while, she restores the mana in the symbol of the enchanting spell, ensuring that the spell is functioning.
Hiding the necklace under her shirt, Ophelia steps out of the bathroom. “Krishna, I’m done!”
“Oh,” Krishna puts her book away and enters the bathroom with her clothes. Ophelia sits down and dries her hair with a towel.
As she takes out her hairdryer, she notices a faint noise.
It sounds like a whistle, faint, but quite high-pitched. She looks towards the source of the noise — Krishna’s hearing aids?
Krishna always puts her hearing aids outside on the table, saying that they aren’t waterproof, but they’ve never made such noise before. Was there something wrong with them? Ophelia inspects the hearing aids, hoping to figure out what’s making the noise.
There's a faint glow on the bottom corner of the hearing aid. Maybe it's an indicator? Wait, no—
She stares at the hearing aid.
The symbol of an enchanting spell stares back at her.
“Ophelia?”
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Sumisha (the language of magic) translations: miuzhi - the collective name of sorcerers and perceivers sumizhi - sorcerer
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areixyn-en · 4 months ago
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didn't feel like drawing in the last post so have a drawing of Ophelia telling Krishna to eat proper meals :3
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areixyn-en · 4 months ago
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About Hobbies
As the hairdryer's buzzing stops, the silence of the dorm room is restored. Krishna unplugs the hairdryer, preparing to return to her room with it and a textbook she brought.
Said to be "designed with students' privacy in mind," aside from being double rooms, the dormitory of Summermist also has individual rooms inside the rooms, isolating both beds from the outside. In other words, besides your own dorm room, you also have your own room inside of said dorm room. Krishna fails to see how this is better than simply designing single rooms, but she's not complaining.
Her dorm mate, Ophelia, prefers to stay outside since she finds the rooms suffocating, but Krishna is used to studying in front of the desk in her room. Ophelia even placed two bean bags outside, although Krishna never used them.
"Krishna, don't you ever get tired of studying all day?" Beside her, Ophelia's voice breaks the room's silence.
"No," Krishna answers emotionlessly while coiling the hairdryer's cord.
"Don't you have other hobbies?"
Speaking of which, she vaguely recalls someone else also telling her to find a hobby. "No."
"Huh? Not even one?"
"There's not much I can do."
"How come? Baking, writing, drawing… There's so much to do!"
Krishna finally turns to look at Ophelia. "Are you telling a completely colorblind person to go and learn drawing?"
The room goes silent for a brief while. "Oh. Sorry," Ophelia lowers her head in guilt, "Then… What about baking? Baking is pretty fun!"
"Loss of smell and taste," Krishna answers dismissively.
"S-sorry…"
Thus, Ophelia starts listing all the hobbies she can think of. However, Krishna can always come up with a reason to refuse.
"Why doesn't anything suit your liking…?" Ophelia frowns.
"Forget it," Krishna says, about to leave.
Ophelia furrows her brows, "Is writing really out of the question? It suits you so well, though…"
If she can't even feel emotions properly, how can she write anything? "My prose will probably end up being an essay."
"What about poetry?" Ophelia suggests, "Oh, have you heard of Spirits of the Air? It's the school's poetry club. I've attended one of their classes before, and it's pretty interesting—"
"How am I supposed to write poems if I can't even write normal articles…"
"It's fine if you're not good at it, anyone can attend their classes! Besides, isn't writing also a part of future exams? This can count as practice!"
"What's the correlation between poetry clubs and writing compositions…?"
"Come on, just accompany me this once?" Ophelia pleads, expectancy shimmering in her eyes.
Krishna sighs. "But I'm in the astronomy club."
"I'm not in the poetry club, either, but they have extra courses!" Ophelia explains, "So, you can still go to the astronomy club during normal classes, and then go to the poetry club during their extra classes! They have one this Thursday after school, shall we go together?"
Having known Ophelia for so long, it isn't often that she insists so strongly about something. The last time she did something similar was probably… when she insisted she eat proper meals?
Krishna sighs again.
"…Alright."
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areixyn-en · 5 months ago
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Despair
“Next up is…” The teacher looks at the documents in hand, “The class treasurer. Does anyone want to be the class treasurer?”
Arashi raises her hand. She’s always been good at calculating, to the point where her friends call her a “human calculator” as a joke. She’s the perfect fit for a class treasurer.
The teacher looks at the class. “Only two? If there’s no one else, then these two shall be the class treasurers.”
Arashi turns to see who she’s going to be partnered with. She sees a raised hand —
It's Krishna.
Now, she’s not familiar with Krishna or anything, but her sheer demeanor gives her the shivers. Her cold gaze, the eyepatch on her right eye, and her almost entirely black outfit, everything about her screams “stay away.”
Arashi has the sudden urge to put her hand down. But it's too late. Backing out now will surely seem weird, right? All she can do now is pray that someone else raises their hand so that Arashi can lose the round of rock-paper-scissors that follows.
“Is there no one else?”
Please, anyone is fine, someone raise their hand, please-
“Then, these two shall be chosen by acclamation!”
Thunderous applause sounded.
Arashi now understands what they call despair.
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Art - Areixyn
The tiny Arashi on the top left corner (?) - Y
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