16th of Winter, 513 AV
The glint of the rubies was almost hypnotic, gleaming in the palm of her hand within the band of silver that made up the ring. Her grey eyes were transfixed by their allure, by their simple promise that was at the same time so very grand. A gift from Amaryllis, to show what was at stake in the next few days and how very much she would lose if she failed the coming trials. Despite this Anna still felt a vague homicidal rage towards the Embalmer for using Celeste.
Anna had always been a possessive individual, it probably stemmed from her lack off possessions growing up. That was what the girl was to Anna, a possession, something that rightfully belonged to her but was now in the hands of another. That burned her greatly, and no grand elegant robes or debt owed to the Embalmer would wash that grudge away anytime soon. Still, the ring was nice. A pity it wasn't around her finger at the moment, a crime really.
The tall woman sighed and placed the ring back in its box, placing it off to the side but making certain to keep it in sight. Amaryllis knew her too well, dangling this prize before her like the hungry animal the Nuit knew she was. The prospect of finally becoming someone of not just worth, but power and strength in her own right. It was her goal at the moment, to obtain power though her ends were her own thing to pursue.
Anna laid back on her mat and looked around the small room, her new domain since Amaryllis took exception to her mental instability. Honestly the Council seemed to make rules with the expressed interest of depriving people of fun. It was rather nice to be almost entirely self absorbed, made things so much more simple. Unfortunately it appeared she'd need to be more careful about having her fun, oh well such was the way of things. When she became a Wizard she'd have plenty of opportunity to have some fun, hopefully with some slaves.
A content smile graced her lips, she didn't need to pretend when she was in private. Anna thought back to how she had once been and chuckled, how she had changed from the normal girl. She had been so blinded back then, so fettered by the restraints of morality that she couldn't truly be free or actually be herself. It was simple really, she was an all powerful bitch of a Sorceress and nothing else really mattered. She sought power for herself, Rhysol, and to protect those she was fond of.
Her grey eyes looked upon barren walls, an algorithm of complex runic designs already coming into mind. Half mad she might be, but Anna fancied herself a genius of the Arcane. There were no upper limits to what she could accomplish in this world, only her own mortality held her back. 'Twas a pity, but who knew what wonders the Arcane could accomplish.
After a couple of chimes of staring at the walls the Sorceress slowly rose and looked around for something to start constructing her Wards on the walls. No doubt Amaryllis wouldn't appreciate the destruction of the Palsa Hydrasa due to the extreme exposure to Reimantic Para-Elements. Best to put her little mind at ease, fake the appearance of what was expected of her.
Her first Wards had actually revealed a lot about proper functionality. Barriers geared towards repulsion were certainly effective, however they only accomplished so much. No, she needed containment measures for her magic in case worse came to worse. So these Sigils would need to make use of repulsive and attractive forces in its construction, a lengthy design but within her abilities. Once the Wards were up... then it would be time to prepare a display that would amaze the Council and place any doubts regarding her ability to rest.
She padded on bare feet across the small room and to the far wall, dressed without shame in only her underclothes. Her fine robes were neatly folded off to the side, there was no one to impress and it made the act of pleasuring herself a simpler task. Sahova certainly didn't have many people around that were good for a petch or two, which was a pity. There was really only so much she could do alone.
The complex layout of the runes flashed through her mind, her hand already moving to take up the brush and start upon the Sigil. As soon as she picked it up and dipped it in ink, the world around her seemed to vanish as she started her work of art.
The glint of the rubies was almost hypnotic, gleaming in the palm of her hand within the band of silver that made up the ring. Her grey eyes were transfixed by their allure, by their simple promise that was at the same time so very grand. A gift from Amaryllis, to show what was at stake in the next few days and how very much she would lose if she failed the coming trials. Despite this Anna still felt a vague homicidal rage towards the Embalmer for using Celeste.
Anna had always been a possessive individual, it probably stemmed from her lack off possessions growing up. That was what the girl was to Anna, a possession, something that rightfully belonged to her but was now in the hands of another. That burned her greatly, and no grand elegant robes or debt owed to the Embalmer would wash that grudge away anytime soon. Still, the ring was nice. A pity it wasn't around her finger at the moment, a crime really.
The tall woman sighed and placed the ring back in its box, placing it off to the side but making certain to keep it in sight. Amaryllis knew her too well, dangling this prize before her like the hungry animal the Nuit knew she was. The prospect of finally becoming someone of not just worth, but power and strength in her own right. It was her goal at the moment, to obtain power though her ends were her own thing to pursue.
Anna laid back on her mat and looked around the small room, her new domain since Amaryllis took exception to her mental instability. Honestly the Council seemed to make rules with the expressed interest of depriving people of fun. It was rather nice to be almost entirely self absorbed, made things so much more simple. Unfortunately it appeared she'd need to be more careful about having her fun, oh well such was the way of things. When she became a Wizard she'd have plenty of opportunity to have some fun, hopefully with some slaves.
A content smile graced her lips, she didn't need to pretend when she was in private. Anna thought back to how she had once been and chuckled, how she had changed from the normal girl. She had been so blinded back then, so fettered by the restraints of morality that she couldn't truly be free or actually be herself. It was simple really, she was an all powerful bitch of a Sorceress and nothing else really mattered. She sought power for herself, Rhysol, and to protect those she was fond of.
Her grey eyes looked upon barren walls, an algorithm of complex runic designs already coming into mind. Half mad she might be, but Anna fancied herself a genius of the Arcane. There were no upper limits to what she could accomplish in this world, only her own mortality held her back. 'Twas a pity, but who knew what wonders the Arcane could accomplish.
After a couple of chimes of staring at the walls the Sorceress slowly rose and looked around for something to start constructing her Wards on the walls. No doubt Amaryllis wouldn't appreciate the destruction of the Palsa Hydrasa due to the extreme exposure to Reimantic Para-Elements. Best to put her little mind at ease, fake the appearance of what was expected of her.
Her first Wards had actually revealed a lot about proper functionality. Barriers geared towards repulsion were certainly effective, however they only accomplished so much. No, she needed containment measures for her magic in case worse came to worse. So these Sigils would need to make use of repulsive and attractive forces in its construction, a lengthy design but within her abilities. Once the Wards were up... then it would be time to prepare a display that would amaze the Council and place any doubts regarding her ability to rest.
She padded on bare feet across the small room and to the far wall, dressed without shame in only her underclothes. Her fine robes were neatly folded off to the side, there was no one to impress and it made the act of pleasuring herself a simpler task. Sahova certainly didn't have many people around that were good for a petch or two, which was a pity. There was really only so much she could do alone.
The complex layout of the runes flashed through her mind, her hand already moving to take up the brush and start upon the Sigil. As soon as she picked it up and dipped it in ink, the world around her seemed to vanish as she started her work of art.