61st, Winter, 518
Martini wasn’t particularly nosy - she usually kept to herself and didn’t interfere with others unless their action was a direct offset to her own. So when she walked to Tain’s and noticed the posting from the towers it took her a few moments to register. The note was written on parchment and their were loose papers stuck to the post - she figured taking one couldn’t hurt. Rumors of some student of a magic teacher had gone crazy - what had they said? Overgiving? Either way it seemed like she’d used to much magic and had exhausted herself mentally. Now that she had a the paper in her hands, she read as she made her way forward.
Just another reason to fear magic and it’s effects… She scolded herself for the thought but kept reading and corrected herself. Sweet whispers - something she hadn’t heard of. Was it like overgiving? Probably s if it had caused such a situation earlier. Further down she went, the more she resisted the urge to scoff. SO they were tying to stop then unprofessional use of magic? Hah, as if it would be so easy. She herself would outlaw the use of whole, not just by… unprofessional teachers and means.
She crumbled the parchment in a white knuckled grip - this woman could have died or worse and all because her curiosity made her a subject to magic testing. She hadn’t been angry no, just disappointed and fearful that her own curiosity would to a similar end. She inhaled a shaky breath and rolled the parchment up to settle it in her backpack.
She arrived a Tain’s more shaken than she would have liked - her mind wandering here and there and to possibilities of her future if she did chose to get involved in the cycle of magic. When the young Konti entered Tain’s, Martini drew her attention to anything that would take her mind off the issue. She was sitting near the door so she could hear the majority of the conversation. Weighing her options, she packed up her supplies, thanked the worker and walked out to follow the other woman.
She called out to her softly as not to scare her, but loud enough to be heard around the hustle of Kalea. She waved at her as she caught up. “I’d love to help you with your mask if you don’t mind?” She asked breathlessly as she calmed herself. She had left in quite the hurry to catch up. “Sorry, I happened to overhear your conversation at Tain’s… I thought maybe I could help?”
She was desperate for anything that would keep her thoughts at bay - this Konti was her only hope right now. She had a feeling anything she would draw would be messy and distracted. Though, in fairness she wasn’t a best at make up - sure, she’d done a few face powders on her skin to cover her eye bags but a mask? She hadn’t thought this through and she could only hope the woman didn’t accept or wouldn’t mind…