02-13-2020, 08:26 PM
Velameestra blew stray strands of white hair from her eyes as her finger traced the lines of incantations on the scroll she had open on a chair, her spellbook propped open beside it as she carefully etched matching inscriptions within it. Periodically, her hand would flare with a brief flourish of arcane magic as she tested a portion of the spell, ensuring that the runic symbols and incantations she had deciphered were correct, before she continued the extensive process--the pile of scrolls she had withdrew from her satchel steadily depleting.
She had spoken little beyond the sharp scolding she had directed at her brother following the encounter with the human girls on the side of the road, and soon after she had retreated into the cover of the rear of the cart, Gil had promptly relented to her suggestion to spend some time riding with Elissa.
Perhaps he had sensed the aura of irritation that had still hung around his sister.
Perhaps he had just thought it was a good idea.
Perhaps it was both.
Regardless, Vel had quickly fallen back into her rhythm alongside Remnii, who had been working in companionable silence on her own project in the meanwhile. At least, when the elf wasn't periodically interrupted by her eyes wandering back to the front of the cart, where the icy phantom steeds she was maintaining where continuing to trot along at a steady, untiring pace.
She sat back, her tongue running along the back of her teeth behind closed lips. She shifted faintly, uncomfortably, as she tried to find a better position where she had perched on the wooden floor, and her eyes flickered again, this time to the draenei that had been one of her cart companions.
A finger tapped absently on the bench, the mage's thoughts whirling for a moment, and then she spoke, her monotone voice ringing out as she identified a lapse in the priestess's enchanting where conversation wouldn't interrupt.
"Remnii," she said. "...What... do people expect to hear when they ask someone if they're alright... exactly?"
She had spoken little beyond the sharp scolding she had directed at her brother following the encounter with the human girls on the side of the road, and soon after she had retreated into the cover of the rear of the cart, Gil had promptly relented to her suggestion to spend some time riding with Elissa.
Perhaps he had sensed the aura of irritation that had still hung around his sister.
Perhaps he had just thought it was a good idea.
Perhaps it was both.
Regardless, Vel had quickly fallen back into her rhythm alongside Remnii, who had been working in companionable silence on her own project in the meanwhile. At least, when the elf wasn't periodically interrupted by her eyes wandering back to the front of the cart, where the icy phantom steeds she was maintaining where continuing to trot along at a steady, untiring pace.
She sat back, her tongue running along the back of her teeth behind closed lips. She shifted faintly, uncomfortably, as she tried to find a better position where she had perched on the wooden floor, and her eyes flickered again, this time to the draenei that had been one of her cart companions.
A finger tapped absently on the bench, the mage's thoughts whirling for a moment, and then she spoke, her monotone voice ringing out as she identified a lapse in the priestess's enchanting where conversation wouldn't interrupt.
"Remnii," she said. "...What... do people expect to hear when they ask someone if they're alright... exactly?"