03-29-2019, 11:55 PM
She perched a hand on her hip as Matvei stared down at her. He was taller, curse him, but Valeriya's eyes were daggers. "Our ancestors acquired congregates from many faiths," she told him.
"She is not one of us," his voice was stern.
"None of you are born Khylsty."
Matvei gasped, offended. Valeriya crossed her arms under her breasts, "Only Rasputin and his descendants are born Khylysts." Her chin tilted high, smug smile parted her lips.
Matvei scoffed, "You mean you and the Regus," he said.
Valeriya shrugged. That indeed seemed accurate. Armande was the reborn Rasputin, and Valeriya, as Eye, was the descendant of their former Great One.
"So you see, your logic is flawed, Matvei. Anyone can be Khylsty if they Awaken."
They paused when they were interrupted by footsteps. Valeriya dismissed the Hand with a wave of hers. He glared, gathering his long coats about himself like the way he once grasped his robes, and left them alone.
Rowan was there, glorious and whole. She smiled broadly, hurrying to her sister.
"You're awake. You will recover." They grasped hands.
"She is not one of us," his voice was stern.
"None of you are born Khylsty."
Matvei gasped, offended. Valeriya crossed her arms under her breasts, "Only Rasputin and his descendants are born Khylysts." Her chin tilted high, smug smile parted her lips.
Matvei scoffed, "You mean you and the Regus," he said.
Valeriya shrugged. That indeed seemed accurate. Armande was the reborn Rasputin, and Valeriya, as Eye, was the descendant of their former Great One.
"So you see, your logic is flawed, Matvei. Anyone can be Khylsty if they Awaken."
They paused when they were interrupted by footsteps. Valeriya dismissed the Hand with a wave of hers. He glared, gathering his long coats about himself like the way he once grasped his robes, and left them alone.
Rowan was there, glorious and whole. She smiled broadly, hurrying to her sister.
"You're awake. You will recover." They grasped hands.
The Eye of the Khylsty