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"Hm," the Guardian remarked, a small smile smoothed into a sip of tea. Enchanted life indeed. Tea carried on in the seclusion of their table above the din of the festivities. A quiet exchange until the tea was gone upon which time Stella stood to dismiss herself but not before informing the...

Far be it from she to pass judgement on the many kingdoms and empires and clans of the land-dwellers. To live in such a way seemed beyond comprehension to her - tethered to a single place for the entirety of one's life simply for duty's sake. Caring for a nest of eggs and later hatchlings...

"King Florien of Balta said once that a cup of tea can solve anything," Stella recounted, "to which he was proven undeniably wrong when a bad cup of tea served between Kings started a war that ended in the devastation of both kingdoms." Her eyes once more watched him serve. If Hazanko knew the...

"The better cultivation of tea across more lands, for one," Stella replied astutely as she supped the last of her own and placed her empty cup down, "one should not need to travel so far to get a premium leaf."

What was it she was feeling now? That curious pang for foggy memories she'd long since stowed away and left forgotten in order to tend to present and pressing matters. The sort of wave that sent the mind adrift into the fathoms of the past lives. Ah, nostalgia. Curious, she wasn't usually the...

"I would not be the first Guardian of Wisdom to visit," she replied as she took up her tea and sipped thoughtfully, "but I would be remiss not to experience the temple on my own terms." Her mind did not drift to the loss of friends or any sort of grief, but to the curiosities of the unknown...

Stella did something that she did not permit herself to do very often: she snorted derisively. The very notion of rest when there were mysteries to unfold, an entire world to explore, knowledge to gain. Yes, even dragons needed to rest at times but - "I will rest when I am ready for the...

Master Dumah. 36th Temple. Curious - she would have to meditate on these things at another time. An inkling somewhere off in the vast realm of her mind allowed her the notion that one of her Guardian forebears knew of these things but it was not information she'd come across in any direct...

Though she had spent plenty of time studying human body language and emotive expressions, Stella could not rightly define just what she was seeing on Hazanko's face. There were hints of what she believed were pain or distaste, though if there was humor at all she did not see it. Her mind...

"Indeed," the Guardian of Wisdom replied, "it is encouraged that all Guardians keep a journal of their experiences with the Runes. This knowledge allows future generations of Guardians greater insight to all the Runestones may provide and all that those who came before them learned along the...

Though the time she'd spent living among the Guardians as one of them could be considered a mere blip in her life, Stella had come to meet many a Guardian. She had seen stones fall and rise and used the gifts of her own runestone to view the entire breadth of history provided to her by the...

"I do not subscribe to living a life of what ifs and hypotheticals," Stella returned, leaning to take up her tea cup once again upon his answer to her question. Seemed the simple no sufficed. She sipped and watched in silence. This particular routine of crafting tea was not one known to her...

Ah, good. That was the answer she wanted to hear. His knowledge of the subject matter would be terribly useful and make her efforts that much more efficient in finding the antidote Solomon required. Her mind shifted to planning out the details as she supped into her tea once more, pausing...

"Then perhaps you will join me on a journey into the Fallwood to locate and study it," Stella returned before taking a slow sip. While the Mistborne indulged in rejuvenative qualities through his innate magics, she merely enjoyed it for the flavor and experience. A land dweller novelty that had...

One would hope they were spread out. Stella could hardly comprehend the idea of having all of them stuffed together in one place and being told to relax. Truthfully, she had not planned to attend but Solomon had insisted in his own way that she go. Well, at the very least she could continue...