Amelie's heart burned with pride in the young initiate they'd taken in. Without any real prodding she was admitting to going down the same path that had led Erodin and Amelie here.
The smile upon her face only grew as she noticed the rune that Erodin drew. The same symbol she was well accustomed to in the early days of their relationship. When they'd be days apart on missions for House Virak, when they'd shared information that the nobility would've frowned upon, and when they simply wanted the other to know that they were missed.
"You should let him know how you feel," she made eye contact with Livia before continuing, "you can share whatever you wish. If you trust this boy, and he trusts you, it won't matter if you tell him where we go."
Whether the Republic believed it or not Livia wasn't in any real danger. Neither of them intended her harm and if they encountered any danger they were bound by magical oath to protect the initiate. "We're nearly there," her gaze shifted away from their charge towards the township of Aeura.
The area was had a unique architecture of classical Anirian mixed with elven inspirations. There had been rumors of half-elves being a significant percentage of the population back before the revolution and those rumors had proven true ever since the aftermath of that uprising. It was now widespread knowledge that many of the locals who wore scarves did so to hide their elongated ears. Some of the halflings even went to the trouble of self-mutilation.
"The Bumble and Bee is a short walk," she offered, gently pushing the trio towards the inn she preferred. Not only because it was owned by an Anirian loyal to Erodin and herself but also because it truly had the most lavish accommodations in the entire town.
The smile upon her face only grew as she noticed the rune that Erodin drew. The same symbol she was well accustomed to in the early days of their relationship. When they'd be days apart on missions for House Virak, when they'd shared information that the nobility would've frowned upon, and when they simply wanted the other to know that they were missed.
"You should let him know how you feel," she made eye contact with Livia before continuing, "you can share whatever you wish. If you trust this boy, and he trusts you, it won't matter if you tell him where we go."
Whether the Republic believed it or not Livia wasn't in any real danger. Neither of them intended her harm and if they encountered any danger they were bound by magical oath to protect the initiate. "We're nearly there," her gaze shifted away from their charge towards the township of Aeura.
The area was had a unique architecture of classical Anirian mixed with elven inspirations. There had been rumors of half-elves being a significant percentage of the population back before the revolution and those rumors had proven true ever since the aftermath of that uprising. It was now widespread knowledge that many of the locals who wore scarves did so to hide their elongated ears. Some of the halflings even went to the trouble of self-mutilation.
"The Bumble and Bee is a short walk," she offered, gently pushing the trio towards the inn she preferred. Not only because it was owned by an Anirian loyal to Erodin and herself but also because it truly had the most lavish accommodations in the entire town.
