The Ogre Strength Fairy and the Eldest 'Son'-Chapter 322 - An Anchor On Calm Spiritual Seas Should Be As Solid As In Rough Waters

Chapter 322: Chapter 322 - An Anchor On Calm Spiritual Seas Should Be As Solid As In Rough Waters

"You are..."

The monotone so familiar trailed off as the brunette’s ancient spirit shimmered and expanded outward. Everything, all at once, seemed to grow quieter. The distant sounds of the camp - voices, clanking equipment, even the rustling of leaves in the breeze... all somehow faded into an unnatural blankness.

They remained there, but muted. Undistracting and somehow all the more agitating. Elua quickly and methodically blocked out all sources of spiritual noise, creating a vacuum of a different kind around them that Qat had never experienced before. An inversion of the ’disappearing’ that the tall girl always did when meditating.

An environment just for her. And only her.

Without any of the usual pulse or hums, as if the fragment of Elua in her chest was not there. Isolated completely in a sort of spiritual cultivation ’clean room’. In that profound situation, Qat felt herself reaching instinctively for answers. To her own posed question... to her wife’s choice to do this.

The person she’d been training to become due to her family’s needs. An heir who carried in her a legacy she wanted to reshape. A fighter who had faced the Voidling leader because, to not, meant the death of others.

She was also a willing partner who’d accepted a reincarnator’s love. Who had shown vulnerability to a set of parents that were not her own. Favor and adoration to a child related to the one she cared about most.

All of these things and more were not facets that existed in separation, but a singular whole. The ’precious gem’ that had always existed beneath the muddied expectations of others. Beneath even her own scratching doubts that dulled the light capable of shining through her.

With her eyes closed, her tendrils had been flailing for something with a mind of their own. Anything in the ’void’ of spirit that they could latch onto and hold herself as part of the world. Most of all, they deeply wanted her wife.

Wanted comfort and relief out of the person she trusted and loved most. From the pressure building. Accumulation of which had been expanding steadily over months of training. Through ’too many’ moments of self-epiphany.

The energy suddenly contracted inward with impossible density.

Finding herself as the only thing able to latch onto in the entire universe, her particular representations of spirit - her Anchor Astralism - lodged deeper with her own physical form. But the pressure still was not over.

It felt as though her very field of essence might implode and destabilize with all of her understanding focused on the ’self’.

"...who you are."

The voice of Elua er Goltbred finally finished her answer. Barely audible and lacking the animus of spirit, vibrating through the Gas of the air purely through essence as she maintained the spiritual vacuum around them. The soft monotone continued its help to guide her through this breakthrough.

"What did you feel when that woman handed you her prized handkerchief, woven by the daughter she lost last Descent? When the baker offered his bread, knowing that he planned to eat less himself in the coming days?"

The questions were somehow general and so specific, with information she didn’t have before but that she didn’t question for a moment was correct. However her wife learned these things... or if they were even true at all... she knew it didn’t matter.

"When the soldiers straightened at your approach today, did their attention harm them?"

Qat considered it all deeply, the literal food for thought her El provided. It wasn’t about any adoration or recognition. It was about the deeper, anchoring connection that formed in those moments.

Those people hadn’t seen the help she’d received or the circumstances that favored her, even though everything was linked. They’d only seen the single link willing to stand between them and their oblivion. Yet, she let her own part of the ’chain’ erode itself, growing pitted and forcing the other parts to take more load.

Her Anchor was not meant to tie herself down. It was meant to make herself a solid, unflinching cultivator when it mattered. Because others were relying on linking themselves to her stability.

Not just her El, but all these people here today, the Yecine she wished to reform, and... as many as could be tethered and made not to drift away as possible. And in acknowledging that willingness within herself to be such a sturdy center...

Like a spring compressed beyond its limit, her spiritual energy exploded outward with newfound force and clarity. Tendrils of spirit twice as thick surged and wrapped around the wife she knew was there, even if she couldn’t feel it. Pigeon blues slowly opened to see the watery mint staring at her.

"What’s wrong, wife?"

"Happy tears, darling."

Gradually the sense of the world was reintroduced, but the surroundings were essentially still muted even then. For all that Qatrand er Yecine could feel and care about was the ’pride’, ’love’, and ’respect’ that the reborn spiritualist held tight to without blasting it across the entire nearby procession.

The intensity of the smaller girl’s emotions were clearer, the variations were even more multitudinous, and the fragment of the illusionist remaining in the swordswoman’s chest was even easier to read... and notice when the Breacher was hiding things.

"Come here, El."

The heiress stepped closer in an instant, drawn by the authority in Qat’s voice. When the swordswoman’s arms encircled her tightly...

’I am so glad that I didn’t mess this up...’

Tears fell more and more. While the reincarnator was happy and relieved, the imagined devastation of her failure still wouldn’t fade.

"You know, I can feel you more clearly now. All the layers you hold back... they’re still hidden, but I can sense the edges of how you do that."

As the tall girl murmured overhead, Elua leaned into the embrace. Her hands slid up the sides of the filthy black blazer and clutched at the cloth near the other girl’s ribs. Her own spirit cautiously unfurled to meet the transformed tendrils seeking entry.

"It’s because your perception and control has sharpened. The spaces between primary intent and secondary feelings... you can navigate them more easily now."

"Is this what it’s like for you all the time?"

"Well... a fraction of it."

While the blank tone didn’t reveal much, the ’pride’ laced with ’vulnerability’ said enough. Fingers rose and ran through brown hair, clutching the back of her wife’s skull with care and protection.

She had been told of ’noise’ before, but Qat was finally starting to understand it. As well as how it must be a lot of distracting information for someone with a very different type of spiritual representation. One that touched lightly on everything around her, always.

"I see."

"Though even at your strongest, there will always be differences between what we can perceive. You don’t have to worry so much, I am quite used to living this way."

The brunette pulled back slightly, her face tilting up and examining something ’invisible’ above them. freewēbnoveℓ.com

"A breakthrough to Primalist usually sends ripples that any cultivator within a quarter mile could sense."

"Are we about to have company?"

"No, I’ve been holding onto it since the residual accumulation launched away."

Pigeon blues blinked and blinked.

"...Why?"

Despite being unwilling to break the hug, the brunette let go at the same time as Qat, who sensed her intent. With a theatrical raising of her hand, a vortex of illusory luminescence swirled from the top of the sphere where she had been re-compressing her beloved’s spirit.

It coalesced down into a little mint colored gem the girl held out in her other hand, plucked directly from her dress. The little show meant only for her husband-wife was completed in only a couple dozen seconds. Despite the lack of her facade, the girl still smiled down at the object.

"I know it’s sentimental, but I’m starting to wish I could keep it..."

Small fingers pet lovingly over the stone. Her beloved’s very spirit wrapped tight and safe in a protective shell she had long prepared. A gem she had carved with micro-sigils to keep it preserved and undetectable.

After a few steps she pressed it gently to Qatrand’s chest, just above where the fragment of her own spirit resided near the girl’s heart. A piece which had been nourished greatly through this event... just as the one of her ’fortress’ had in her.

"I’ve collected the overflow so that you can learn to draw on remnants of your own power like this. It might take some time... but theoretically, you should be even better than me someday at the creation of things like this."

Understanding dawned on the Yecine heir as her hand clasped over the one touching her.

"You knew this would happen while I was on campaign."

"I hoped."

"The timing is... still convenient."

A fully ’sweet’, fully facade powered ’giggle’ rippled through the little spot they had been taking this ’break’ in.

"There was always a chance it occurred some place away from where I could do this. You surely understand, my love, that while I may be a schemer... because of you I have to plan and re-plan and plan again."

"...Because you try not to control me."

A quiver of that ’hiding’ emotion met the more advanced tendrils. But she didn’t get any chance to question it. Because her cute wife immediately pouted and came clean. Her ’honey-soaked’ voice held a mild whine, a tender complaint, and a deep seated fear.

"I really do, but sometimes you make it kind of hard. Do you understand that if I couldn’t do what I just did, isolating you from... from me..."

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