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Adra watched her old comrade with concern evident in her gaze. Concern for him. For herself. For the structure within which they stood. For the gumption he held at tempting such fate. "I did not earn a 4th Level title for being curious," her answer arrived over a small, wilted smirk, "but your...

Time. Something not even the Dreadlords of Vel Anir dared to mess with. While they pushed the limits of the many facets of magic, Adra had not known a single Dreadlord, or any other mage beyond Vel Anir, to test that which was linked with the forbidden thread. In that vein, she found herself...

How deeply eerie this entire setting was. If ghosts had skeletons, surely they looked like this. Adra had never once understood the meaning of walking on eggshells so clearly and tangibly as she did now. Despite knowing that the structure of this specific building remained otherwise sound, she...

Jodeth's father was exceptionally gracious ... and forgetful. At times Adra found herself wondering if he truly did not, would not, or simply could not remember that she was a Dreadlord first and a wife, second. It wasn't as if she had any say in the matter of all this running about. She...

Adra didn't blush easily, but Duncan's laughter at her folly had her face pinking like a bride from her first kiss. "Not if they don't find out who did it..." she added with a wayward side-eye at the man that explicitly stated without saying anything he should, under no certain circumstances...

She had never developed senses for magic or the presence thereof, her skills had never been so attuned, so Adra could only cast a curious glance around when Duncan proclaimed the absence of ghosts but the sensation of something... other. She simply felt the breeze through the crystalline city...

"I brought back some new books from the capital," Adra said after a moment, set before her vanity while Laura touched up her face with powder and rouge, "A new one from the Modiste on the latest fashions and some others. I'll see if any interest her while we promenade. Perhaps that will keep her...

"I'll not be munching on any glass honey-tarts," Adra replied with a glance from her hood, the stirrings of amusement in her half-lidded gaze, "but do let me know how they taste if you find any..." It was hard not to notice what he was doing and harder still not to appreciate it. Adra could...

It was a city she never thought she'd see in her lifetime and yet here she was, standing alongside the brethren of Gilram's exiles, staring at it as if it were just another hamlet in the hillsides. Remarkable to behold, Adra could not help but feel somewhat underwhelmed by it. Not for lack of...

"That would be cruel," said the Dreadlord of such a fate for Sessile's first afternoon at the manor, "we can at least give him a peaceful first day, can we not? Beckett would much rather run him through the routine of the house I'm certain." Her hair was always the quickest part of getting...

A short stint of silence as Adra was fitted into various layers. She wanted to put him off, give Orchid more time for first impressions, but doing so would likely draw some curiosity from Jodeth. "That sounds nice," she answered, "don't let your mother catch wind. She'll insist on joining."

A sober pause followed that line while Adra looked down at him, silently apologetic. "It is good... to be wanted." And she wished he hadn't loosen his arms about her, but knew she was the architect behind all her own suffering. Had she not been the one attempting to escape his embrace but only...

That smile, as faint as it had been, faded slowly under eyes half-lidded. Still so full of hope and optimism he was, that they would ever have a family. Her thoughts on the matter were much devoid of his confidence, but she had so little goodness to speak of and smothering out that which sat...

Her eyes narrowed at the news that the Yeoman's main lifeblood of business had been stopped in her absence. Hmm... that had not been in her plans and would cause problems down the line. Now she would have to sort through the contacts she'd made there, arrange new locations for their ventures...

The days at Eden House started quite early, as one would expect of any noble household. Though typically one of the first to rise, often even before the help if only due to a lifetime of discipline instilled in her at the Academy, some days her husband managed to convince her to remain. Today...