There were many answers to many questions in this new place, and if any were keen to find them, it was Zariah Launceleyn.
Since arriving, the head of the magical family hadn’t done much to be frank. They had all been left reeling – what was once a tight knit familial unit had been torn asunder with abruptness. Everything they valued in themselves had changed; the very magic they bred for completely altered. And for the first time in centuries, Launceleyns walked freely, without the threat of a magically binding oath to keep them in line.
This wasn’t just a new place. Everything they were had to be rebuilt from shattered, disparate pieces. Some of them handled it better than others.
Zariah perused the shelves, trying to find anything she could on the new laws of magic governing this place. She had done some of her own research of course, honing her skills through trial and error to see what she was and was not still capable of. Her newfound weakness was beyond frustrating, though she did seem to remain more powerful than others in her family. That could barely be considered comforting though. But the Launceleyns had once helped establish the magical system of Northwind – it only made sense for them to do so again in this place.
As she passed through the rows of shelves, movement caught her eye. The doll-eyed woman glanced over atJigano, her wild dark curls falling around her face however they pleased. She watched him for a moment, staring openly as if she had some right to do so, before turning back to the shelves.
Since arriving, the head of the magical family hadn’t done much to be frank. They had all been left reeling – what was once a tight knit familial unit had been torn asunder with abruptness. Everything they valued in themselves had changed; the very magic they bred for completely altered. And for the first time in centuries, Launceleyns walked freely, without the threat of a magically binding oath to keep them in line.
This wasn’t just a new place. Everything they were had to be rebuilt from shattered, disparate pieces. Some of them handled it better than others.
Zariah perused the shelves, trying to find anything she could on the new laws of magic governing this place. She had done some of her own research of course, honing her skills through trial and error to see what she was and was not still capable of. Her newfound weakness was beyond frustrating, though she did seem to remain more powerful than others in her family. That could barely be considered comforting though. But the Launceleyns had once helped establish the magical system of Northwind – it only made sense for them to do so again in this place.
As she passed through the rows of shelves, movement caught her eye. The doll-eyed woman glanced over at
