Mage Tower

[Tempest]

She was sitting at the desk she had moved into the Mage Tower a couple of weeks ago. She was going over some things for the next open spar night. Trent had given her some ideas and she was going to run with them. Hopefully with all this in place, she would have a bigger turn out. She grabbed the glass of wine that sat on the corner of the desk, took a sip and sat back.

She thought back to the last spar night and realized it actually turned out very well. She enjoyed proctoring as well. It gave everyone the chance to work on their skills and practice what others had been teaching them. She also thoroughly enjoyed being division leader. She felt accomplished, like she had done something right.

She needed to practice more, she thought as her gaze drifted to the missive from Ash. It seemed he would be gone longer then they both originally thought. She couldn’t get past the feeling that something wasn’t right. Maybe she was just reading too much into it. Maybe she was reading too much into a lot of things lately.

She sighed and chewed on her lower lip. Oh gods she was in a mess right now and didn’t know how to get her self out of it. But then an errant thought crossed her mind, what if she didn’t want to get out of it. And if she didn’t, she had the gut feeling she was a WAY bigger mess then she thought.

[Tempest]

The wall within the Magi's room shimmered. And through that portal, she stepped out. Turning around, she spoke the spell that would seal it. It was easier and quicker for her to travel this way between BlackCross and GoldenMyst.

Removing the full length fur, she flung it over the back of her chair. Booted feet carried her to the full length mirror. Anyone who knew her, would know she had fed within her clan. She had gone back to release Noel from her prison. The girl was on the verge of insanity. Only when she reaffirmed her vow of loyalty to the clan was she fed. The bruises from the spar last night were gone. The broken ribs healed. Raising her arms, deft fingers released black tresses from the braid. The little silver bells, weaved into her hair, jingled. Her eyes were a bright crystal blue.

She walked to her wardrobe and began pulling clothes out. She was not a neat person. One man could attest to that. She smiled at the memory. Finally finding clean clothes, she went into the bathroom to get ready for the night. A night where she would be nice to those who despised her. Nice to those she wanted to hurt. A smile and a nod. Very few understood why she was the way she was. Very few cared to know.

Never again would she be a victim.