"...How curious..." Cynnus muttered to herself as she peered through the Clairvoyoscope. The student stood to the side for the moment, letting her inspect his work. The expression on his face was one as hopeful as it was confused.
"Which sample was this?" She asked, idly. Before he could answer, she was peering around the side to look at the slide. "237A. Very good. Okay." She nodded to herself, making a mental note. She'd need to look up where that sample came from later...
"Alright. Do a proper cell count, just like before. Make sure to note anything... odd that you see. Extra credit if you can identify what disease this dragon had." Cynnus instructed. That one would be a bit of a stretch - she hadn't quite gotten into that stage of the curriculum yet. But she did love to throw the occasional curveball at them, to get them thinking. "Thank you, Rothfarra. Good work."
She gave the human a smile, who looked very relieved to hear that he did not, in fact, mess up the experiment like he originally thought, and went back to the study.
For Cynnus's part... she went back to her desk to pull the file on that sample. A Twilight drake, as all the blood samples for today's workshop were supposed to be... but something stood out to her, that she couldn't quite place...
Classes had ended for the day, and the lab had fallen silent once again. The only sound was the occasional rustling of paper as the Void Elf Professor thumbed through today's notes. The setting sun streamed in through the window, adding an unfamiliar warmth to the otherwise cold, pale tones of her face.
"But... why..." she muttered to herself as she leaned forward, scanning the notes for what could have been the hundredth time. It didn't make any sense. Had she not seen it for herself, she'd have docked points from Rothfarra's score for missing something obvious. But no... it was accurate. Even if it made no sense...
"Ywwonlf svaalik uul duon maq fvlolf ksht miaxzaa." (You know how to find the answers you seek...) The whisper touched her ear, like someone breathing sweet nothings into it from just behind her. Soft... soothing. Inviting. In that way that sends a chill of dread down one's spine, but they can't muster the will to pull away from it.
The Void Elf didn't startle. She'd heard this voice too often for that. Her eyes slowly shut as she felt that chill run down... and the voice whispered to her again, in it's seductively inviting way. "W'oq uhn'agth ez qam shandai." (Do not shut me out, my love.)
Cynnus shivered, but she spoke as clearly as she could, not daring to raise her voice where any in the halls might overhear, "I will find a way to be rid of you..."
As if by force, the Void Elf's eyes snapped open. She could not bring herself to close them again, not even for a blink, as the world around her... dissolved and vanished from her sight. Her vision was filled with a blur of purple, of the cosmos beyond. Her heart was racing, terrified... and excited, as she witnessed the expanse of the Twisting Nether unfold before her. And the voice whispered again in her ear.
"Zuq agth kyth ongg oou uovssh? Nuq zuq lwhuk... qi'uothk far'al aq zaix hnakf lal." (You still will not accept my offer? It's everything you've ever wanted, love... the knowledge of all the universe is but an arms length away.) The speaker had taken physical form next to Cynnus - a Void Elf herself, though nothing but her mouth was visible under the haunted gaze of the mask and robes she wore. Those black, soulless eyes, pleading Cynnus to follow her into the abyss... that promising smile... She recoiled from it instinctively, even as it drew her back in... captivating her...
"Cynnus?" A smaller voice cut through the vision, and the Void Elf blinked. When her eyes opened, she was back in her class room. She looked around for a moment, getting her thoughts back to her. "Are you okay?" She asked again. Cynnus's eyes dropped down, to find a small, fuchsia Twilight Whelp standing on her desk, that hopeful, innocent toothy smile on her snout.
"Oh... Dearheart, yes. I'm sorry. I must have dozed off there... how are you?" Cynnus replied in relief. Andorasera smiled and turned to pad gracelessly down to the other end of the desk. "I'm doing good! But it's time to go, we're going to be late for the Conclave! C'mon!" The tiny dragon looked back at her impatiently. Cynnus watched her for a moment longer with a fond smile, before standing.
"Alright, very well... lead the way." She took a moment longer to force the memories of that vision down... focusing her thoughts instead on Andora. Yes. Positive things. The things that filled her with hope... and gave her a reason to fight.