15th of Winter, 513 AV
Secret :
Anna strode through the Palsa Hydrasa, drawing up her robes around her as she headed in the direction of Amaryllis' office. She had her hand in the pockets of her robes her strides confident and satisfied. The Sorceress was actually growing to like this new garment, it felt comfortable and made her look rather intimidating. Like the Wizard she soon would be, if her preparations succeeding in impressing the Council enough. No, not if, when she impressed them enough.
The dark haired woman curled her fingers around the box in her right pocket, the reminder of what was now at stake. Within the box was a silver ring with the sigil of a burning scroll on it, rubies glinting on the band proudly. It was something to behold in her eyes, the symbol of office that would set her apart from those lowly Pulsers that scrambled about before the undead.
Anna wondered what exactly Amaryllis had in mind in terms of preparations, the Sorceress was well aware the Embalmer was no wizard so it was unlikely she had useful advice regarding her craft. Then again, her presentation would require more than just raw skill but also confidence and appearance. Some secret to impart? Knowledge that would assist her in the coming trial? Who could say with the enigmatic Nuit.
She turned the next corner, her thoughts drifting to her workspace here. It wasn't large by any means but it would suffice for her purposes, after the necessary wards were put in place. A smile was firmly on her face as she imagined the multitude of possibilities open to her, made all the more tantalizing with the end goal being dangled quite literally before her. Amaryllis certainly knew how to motivate her Apprentice, though the whole Celeste thing was hardly forgotten nor forgiven.
It wasn't a matter of would or would not in terms of cutting Celeste loose or killing her of the need arose. Anna was a Chaon, she wouldn't like killing or ruining Celeste but if it was necessary then it was necessary. It enraged her that Amaryllis had set it up like this, that she had touched what the Sorceress viewed as being hers. Oh, yes the Embalmer would pay for this one day Anna would make very certain to visit suffering upon her when the time presented itself.
The Apprentice checked herself, making certain a faint and cordial smile was on her face before rounding into Amaryllis office. She would incline her head and gaze at the floor. One. Two. Three ticks. The woman would then gaze up and address her Master with all expected cordiality. She had been reminded how thin the ice was, no reason to add more cracks to it.
"You wished to see me again Amaryllis?" Anna asked.
