11-05-2019, 04:12 PM
A lock of Velameestra's white hair fluttered as she exhaled deeply, leaning her head back against the arm of the couch that commandeered the space right before the hearth of her study. The word "sprawled" was not a verb that was frequently associated with the elven mage, but that was the most accurate term for how she had draped her body over the worn cushions, one arm resting on her forehead with one of her bare feet propped in the nook where the back of the couch sharply turned into the beginning of its other arm.
Maybe I should just sleep here.
The thought passed through her mind, but another sigh broke it as she allowed her eyes to close for a moment.
...No. I'm not done for tonight, as it would seem.
At least among the cohabitants of her her home, Velameestra's study had become an acknowledged sanctuary. People (mostly) didn't disturb her when she was secluded within it, not without reason, and if they did it was always precluded with a knock that she had the opportunity to acknowledge. It was an... effective escape.
From most things.
But not everything.
Her eyes opened partially, and she raised a hand to the sapphire stone that dangled from her ear, rubbing her thumb against the back of it with a quick swipe. Triggered by the motion, a small rune illuminated.
"Gil," she said, her words projected by the sending stone to her desired recipient. "If you're around, come to my study. I need to speak with you."
After a moment, the rune faded, it's magic spent for day, and Vel leaned back again, her white hair falling off the edge of the arm in a mess of disheveled waves.
No sense hiding it anymore.
Maybe I should just sleep here.
The thought passed through her mind, but another sigh broke it as she allowed her eyes to close for a moment.
...No. I'm not done for tonight, as it would seem.
At least among the cohabitants of her her home, Velameestra's study had become an acknowledged sanctuary. People (mostly) didn't disturb her when she was secluded within it, not without reason, and if they did it was always precluded with a knock that she had the opportunity to acknowledge. It was an... effective escape.
From most things.
But not everything.
Her eyes opened partially, and she raised a hand to the sapphire stone that dangled from her ear, rubbing her thumb against the back of it with a quick swipe. Triggered by the motion, a small rune illuminated.
"Gil," she said, her words projected by the sending stone to her desired recipient. "If you're around, come to my study. I need to speak with you."
After a moment, the rune faded, it's magic spent for day, and Vel leaned back again, her white hair falling off the edge of the arm in a mess of disheveled waves.
No sense hiding it anymore.