Beatrix
Beatrix shrugged, “Archmage? Has a nice ring to it—less fuss—and not as modeled after Mother.” She led the way out of the tavern, studying the streets as they walked. Doing her best to piece together the fragments of ‘before’, in an attempt to remember. Of course, there’s not much to remember, but it does not stop her from trying.
They walk in silence, to the Academy; to… Home.
Reaching the building, Beatrix took a moment to study it, before she followed Jace inside. Her steps were easy, leisurely pace. She briefly found herself wishing she had some sort of elemental magic—probably fire—to help keep the fires in the fireplaces lit, and as Jace leaves to sleep, she takes time to gather some wood for fires.
After all, the law says a fire has to be kept going at all times. And she was cold enough to need a fire, anyway.
-fin-
They walk in silence, to the Academy; to… Home.
Reaching the building, Beatrix took a moment to study it, before she followed Jace inside. Her steps were easy, leisurely pace. She briefly found herself wishing she had some sort of elemental magic—probably fire—to help keep the fires in the fireplaces lit, and as Jace leaves to sleep, she takes time to gather some wood for fires.
After all, the law says a fire has to be kept going at all times. And she was cold enough to need a fire, anyway.
-fin-
Let's see how long you'll last, puppet.
