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I'm working on a story out of an earlier challenge focused around Ellisande. Just made me think about what's going on in Darinae's side of things.
Since their return after having been taken, Darinae was obsessed with making sure the castle was as secure as possible. Her father tried to stop her more than once when she was working on the physical security measures, and she had eventually acquiesed, knowing he was more expert at this than she had even the hopes of being at this stage of her life.
That didn't stop her from doing the reasearch into methods of making sure nobody could open a Weaver bedamned portal in the middle of the audience chamber and take people into it right under Queen Calarael's nose. There were forms of magic that she hadn't even heard of that were supposedly more secure, but the Queen's Mage didn't trust himself enough
He didn't trust himself? Well, she didn't trust the world.
It was in the middle of looking like some kind of oversized cat's cradle - the magic game the adults used to teach children basic portal manipulation skills since it was the strings binding the universe together - that Saelihn found her.
Her friend said nothing of the strings surrounding her, just carefully navigated the tangled threads as though she was a cat herself and sat in the middle of the circle at Darinae's back.
"Ellisande's missing. The only thing the Tribunal team has found was your last letter to him on his desk."
Darinae went bolt upright. She barely remembered sending the letter, only knew that his letter reaching out for help had caused her even more pain, so she had pushed it and him away in the hopes she would eventually be able to deal with it.
"Do they have any answers yet?"
When Saelihn paused, she knew what the answer was.
"The captors came for him."
"He may have gone with them willingly."
"That's not possible," she said softly, and then slowly started pulling the tangled threads inward until they were no longer an obstacle between her and everything else. "He hated them as much as I did."
But she remembered something he said from the letter. Something about a power he couldn't control that he had taken from them in order to get away. She had thought he would reach out to Raishan for help.
She rose to her feet. "Saelihn, I need to talk to Raishan. Will you come with me?"
Her friend nodded, and they hurried to find the Queen's Mage before it was too late.
getyourwordsoutI'm working on a story out of an earlier challenge focused around Ellisande. Just made me think about what's going on in Darinae's side of things.
Since their return after having been taken, Darinae was obsessed with making sure the castle was as secure as possible. Her father tried to stop her more than once when she was working on the physical security measures, and she had eventually acquiesed, knowing he was more expert at this than she had even the hopes of being at this stage of her life.
That didn't stop her from doing the reasearch into methods of making sure nobody could open a Weaver bedamned portal in the middle of the audience chamber and take people into it right under Queen Calarael's nose. There were forms of magic that she hadn't even heard of that were supposedly more secure, but the Queen's Mage didn't trust himself enough
He didn't trust himself? Well, she didn't trust the world.
It was in the middle of looking like some kind of oversized cat's cradle - the magic game the adults used to teach children basic portal manipulation skills since it was the strings binding the universe together - that Saelihn found her.
Her friend said nothing of the strings surrounding her, just carefully navigated the tangled threads as though she was a cat herself and sat in the middle of the circle at Darinae's back.
"Ellisande's missing. The only thing the Tribunal team has found was your last letter to him on his desk."
Darinae went bolt upright. She barely remembered sending the letter, only knew that his letter reaching out for help had caused her even more pain, so she had pushed it and him away in the hopes she would eventually be able to deal with it.
"Do they have any answers yet?"
When Saelihn paused, she knew what the answer was.
"The captors came for him."
"He may have gone with them willingly."
"That's not possible," she said softly, and then slowly started pulling the tangled threads inward until they were no longer an obstacle between her and everything else. "He hated them as much as I did."
But she remembered something he said from the letter. Something about a power he couldn't control that he had taken from them in order to get away. She had thought he would reach out to Raishan for help.
She rose to her feet. "Saelihn, I need to talk to Raishan. Will you come with me?"
Her friend nodded, and they hurried to find the Queen's Mage before it was too late.
