One had to weave webs and dead ends to keep spies off her tail, but that had been before plunging a dagger between her mothers ribs.
It had been odd, the sensation and experience not entirely different, but enough that Adaria had miscalculated her escape. The ritual used had drained and injured her mana pool to the extent she’d only just made it to Amaranthian, falling, completely exhausted into one ‘Baron Arlange’s’ bed. His lecture had droned on so much that she swore she had fallen unconscious a few hours to only wake at him still talking. She had inconvenienced him though, and he, due to her current state, was denied restitution. It was only natural he was upset about it.
Now she had made it back to Orlais, but mercifully, her aunt Mica had refrained from any lecturing on Adaria’s disappearance. To be told of her own deed, by her Father’s sister no less, was cathartic. Sickly amusing, but she was too weak to offer much than a half-smile, before fainting.
A month on she was still easily exhausted, and while she minded her physical exertions, her magic had almost completely regenerated. There were only so many days one could spend indoors however, and bored, Adaria convinced a servant to take her out into one of the many manicured gardens in Val Royeaux. Busking was frowned upon, but with a flick of her pinkie and a distracting thought planted, the attendants left her to play.
One could think the lullaby was in memory of her mother, but they would be surprised to find that belief untrue. It was a new focus of hers, dabbling and experimenting with the frequencies of music and their application to magic. Perched on a wall, her fingers gently played while her mind wandered, opened to the myriad of minds passing her by, until she felt a familiar presence brim into life at the edges of her senses. Nell.
The princess scoffed quietly, leaving the other woman to find her, [color=#9a00b2]“Took you long enough. I wonder where you’ve been all this time, Mm?” [/color]
It had been odd, the sensation and experience not entirely different, but enough that Adaria had miscalculated her escape. The ritual used had drained and injured her mana pool to the extent she’d only just made it to Amaranthian, falling, completely exhausted into one ‘Baron Arlange’s’ bed. His lecture had droned on so much that she swore she had fallen unconscious a few hours to only wake at him still talking. She had inconvenienced him though, and he, due to her current state, was denied restitution. It was only natural he was upset about it.
Now she had made it back to Orlais, but mercifully, her aunt Mica had refrained from any lecturing on Adaria’s disappearance. To be told of her own deed, by her Father’s sister no less, was cathartic. Sickly amusing, but she was too weak to offer much than a half-smile, before fainting.
A month on she was still easily exhausted, and while she minded her physical exertions, her magic had almost completely regenerated. There were only so many days one could spend indoors however, and bored, Adaria convinced a servant to take her out into one of the many manicured gardens in Val Royeaux. Busking was frowned upon, but with a flick of her pinkie and a distracting thought planted, the attendants left her to play.
One could think the lullaby was in memory of her mother, but they would be surprised to find that belief untrue. It was a new focus of hers, dabbling and experimenting with the frequencies of music and their application to magic. Perched on a wall, her fingers gently played while her mind wandered, opened to the myriad of minds passing her by, until she felt a familiar presence brim into life at the edges of her senses. Nell.
The princess scoffed quietly, leaving the other woman to find her, [color=#9a00b2]“Took you long enough. I wonder where you’ve been all this time, Mm?” [/color]
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