The malak disappears inside of him and Sorey presses a hand to his chest; he'd seen it with other exorcists before but experiencing it himself is completely different. He can actually feel the malak inside him, a steady presence that ebbs gently like a pulse.
"Report to quarantine," the praetor orders, voice far away, and it takes a second to coax his feet into moving. He has a malak tethered. He'll be expected to kill daemons with his new tool. He'll get to leave the city walls.
He's going to see the world.
By the time Sorey reaches the doctor he's already starting to shiver with fever. He's put to bed in a cot near the other recruits and when he closes his eyes he knows nothing more for three days.
He wakes weak and getting disgusting, but hungry and eager to see his new quarters. The gentle pulse of his malak is still there and Sorey glows with pride, smiling to himself as he checks the eastern wing of the Abbey training compound. Though the room is barely large enough for a bed and a small dresser, it's his and it has his things in it; the few books he'd acquired, his maps and the little orange feather earrings he'd been left with when the priests found him outside the church. He hadn't been allowed to wear them during training but now Sorey clips them on, feeling all the better for it.
Still, is his malak supposed to be so still and quiet? Has he been in there like that for the entire time Sorey was out? "Hey," Sorey calls softly, tapping his chest as if knocking on a door, "are you okay in there? You can come out if you want, y'know."
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"Report to quarantine," the praetor orders, voice far away, and it takes a second to coax his feet into moving. He has a malak tethered. He'll be expected to kill daemons with his new tool. He'll get to leave the city walls.
He's going to see the world.
By the time Sorey reaches the doctor he's already starting to shiver with fever. He's put to bed in a cot near the other recruits and when he closes his eyes he knows nothing more for three days.
He wakes weak and getting disgusting, but hungry and eager to see his new quarters. The gentle pulse of his malak is still there and Sorey glows with pride, smiling to himself as he checks the eastern wing of the Abbey training compound. Though the room is barely large enough for a bed and a small dresser, it's his and it has his things in it; the few books he'd acquired, his maps and the little orange feather earrings he'd been left with when the priests found him outside the church. He hadn't been allowed to wear them during training but now Sorey clips them on, feeling all the better for it.
Still, is his malak supposed to be so still and quiet? Has he been in there like that for the entire time Sorey was out? "Hey," Sorey calls softly, tapping his chest as if knocking on a door, "are you okay in there? You can come out if you want, y'know."