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Gemorian Ascendant 2

... thought.

I can sense you are agitated, Esteban. Just come to the altar, to your blood

My blood? I wondered, but did what she said. In the little ivory cup there was a bit of my blood left, drying in the bottom. And it suddenly hit me, my new knowledge emerging finally from where it had been placed in my mind now that I had been prompted. I lifted up the cup, and made a tossing motion to send as much of what was in it as was still liquid into the air. The altar pulsed purple for a second, and a hazy image began to appear above it. A ghostly image of Maëlys slowly coalesced, floating there, smiling down at me as she had when she had first appeared.

"There we are, I apologize for not mentioning that before. I'm afraid you kept me fairly distracted before the astral form spell was exhausted." Her tone was mildly admonishing, but I could see a twinkle in her crimson eyes as she said it.

"I regret nothing," I replied immediately, full of relief. "But why are you a ghost? Why aren't you here?"

"Oh Esteban, you performed an extraordinary feat to bring Gemory's attention and bond with me, but...well, your magics have quite a ways to go. You will need quite a lot more development before you can generate what is needed to manifest my physical form. But don't worry; my presence here is real. I will advise and guide you on your journey. And we can communicate through our minds and share magics for quite a distance even if you are away from this chamber."

"Oh." I sighed, ...

... disappointed. "So then...um, we can't...?"

Maëlys's form tilted her head to the side, a placid smile on her face. "Can't what?"

"Come on, Maëlys, you know what I mean. Do it again. Do it more. Be, you know, together."

Mischief crept into her expression as I spoke, and she finally giggled. "Not in the physical, mortal world, no. But as your advisor I highly advise study of the spells that allow contact and communion with the astral plane be high on your list of priorities, oh quick and clever summoner of mine. Those should be much more attainable much sooner."

"I will absolutely do that, yes. Thank you, seneschal," I said.

"You are quite welcome." Ghostly she was, but her voice still had the same low, sultry timbre that made my pulse race.

"But speaking of things I need to learn, am I still about to starve to death, or does the fact that I feel better mean that I'm fine now?"

She frowned at that, appearing to give it some thought. "Well, you will have gained some of the, ah, energies of the Netherrealms for certain, which can sustain your body, and lessen the effects of physical ailments you might have. At least in the short term. As you grow in power those effects will increase as well. But you can still starve to death, you still need to eat and the like."

I sighed. "Fair enough. Any idea how long this will last?"

"I don't. I've never advised a mortal mage before, and in any case it can vary depending on just how much you've absorbed, and there's ...