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180 ▪ Location: Level V ▪ Normal Given the present circumstances, Rael awaited the advisor's answer with as much patience as she could. Glances were stolen now and then towards the end of the corridor as figures familiar and unfamiliar clashed against one another, their goal the same. Her...

180 ▪ Location: Level V ▪ Normal Rael parted from the wall she had been pulled behind by her Guard, head held tight in a protective embrace until most of the incoming catastrophe had ceased. Sure, it had rendered her blind to most going-ons relating to the Magia Matriarch's passing, but as...

180 ▪ Location: Level V ▪ Normal Five people equally familiar and unfamiliar with each other stood with their path ahead blocked by a figure unknown to them, honey-dipped words strung together as if to mask the weight her presence meant to invoke. One of them bled upon the figure of...

180 ▪ Location: Level V ▪ Normal Miracles... People often misunderstood them, whether they be a person, an object, or a circumstance. Rael, too, had wielded a miracle once. Watched it imbue her with energy untold, strange whisperings of secret that ultimately led to her outcome of choice...

Mayor's House The keyword was spoken, made more evident by the reaction of villagers ready to tear into one another, and the newly arrived party, the moment the glimmer of gold made its appearance. Information from many directions flowed endlessly, and the request of the valiant knight for her...

. To her surprise, he shows neither apprehension nor even a mild distaste for the idea of living together. He acclimates to the new circumstance easily, surpassing her expectations when he lets the shock subside in order to regale her with a window into their future. The smile that lovingly...

. "I will do my best to try and write when I might not come, the reason, and when to expect me back," Rael continues to explain everything's purpose, particularly the board that he seems fixated on. The Storyteller didn't make promises she couldn't keep. "I expect the same from you, so we don't...

. "Nothing of your immediate concern." As his eyes close and she takes her hand in his, the path changes from the familiarity both have grown accustomed to, the soft chime of keys in her hand as she lifts them up several times to compare to the numbers written upon plaques by the doors lined to...

Mayor's House Her less preferred outcome came into fruition, the string of colorful falling on deaf pointed ears that did not care much for the names she would receive. Cautiously she wove the beginnings of a translucent companion to stand at the back, readying themselves should any of the...

. "You are..." How kindly he looks at her in the full monstrosity of her barest self. Her stalwart defender, her first and last supporter, and part of her pities that fate for him. Undeniable as their bond might be, he shouldn't be made to bear the brunt of sins brought about by her hand, not...

. Her lack of a reply showed how she couldn't relate to such a way of life, blessed as she was with a loving family, a roof over her head and food waiting on the table any time. "About her? Not a thing," she confesses, though it is with the mild mannerisms that denote her guilt, for she also...

Mayor's House Her eyes fell shut for a moment as she staggered backward, the whirlwind of emotion overtaking her for a minute with an almost supernatural resonance, the echoing thought running circles around her head drawing her attention to the pouch that hung unused in her inventory. She...

. "But I would get much stronger had I a motivation to begin with... Well, as you wish. I don't doubt you would keep me safe so long as I allowed you to, and even then, some more." If she has realized the meaning of his words, the playful intent now hidden behind the bashfulness of her...

. The rumble of his laughter declares her victory, and were she a naturally more expressive person, her hands would go to her hips and she would boast with a winner's grin plastered across her face. But then she wouldn't be his Rael, the one who mirrors his joy in trickles, the curvature of...

. She could console him and tell him that none of it holds true. That he is - was good, and all this negative self-talk is but a mirror of his emotions in the present, yet that would be to color his background in swathes of paint provided by her bias. By her endearment to the him that is in the...