If she were anyone other than Annalisa Marin, hearing of Kierra Doma's origins might very well have surprised her. As it were Anna knew first hand how someone could rise from the dirt of the masses and become a nightmare upon the world. She had been born of common origins and had not only been chosen by Rhysol to bear a sliver of his essence but stood as a master of the four elements. It was best not to judge the origins of one so powerful, those origins only pushed one to greater heights as they sought to escape the shadow of commonality. There was no surprise on Anna's face, just the same ease that had been present beforehand.
Anna already had plans for her supplies, knowing that Glyphing resources were quite valuable. They could effectively triple her magical output and make her that much more likely to live through this thing. Her robes would prove to be quite the tool in concealing potential weaponry, perhaps she should even include a failsafe scroll just in case Celeste needed to be disposed of. Anna had long since come to terms with murdering her humanity, it weighed her down here on Sahova. It was unfortunate that the child might have to be put down though, so Anna resolved to make it quick if it came down to that. A single dagger stroke into her heart.
The tall woman admired the ring on her finger, pleased that something had come of this whole thing. She was a Wizard now, though it might very well be a title short lived if she was not extremely careful. She had no wish to end her tale with an early grave, so she would calculate and prepare and plot the possible demise of Celeste Arumen. It was not a betrayal she necessarily relished, but the needs of Rhysol came before the girl.
She rose and inclined her head to Amaryllis, a smirk on her lips as she did so. The climax was fast approaching in this sordid tale, one could hope things would go as planned. Anna intended to survive, to thrive where otherwise death might claim her. No easy task, but it was possible as far as she was concerned.
"Of course Amaryllis. Good day to you." Anna said, departing the Embalmer's office with darkness in her heart.
Anna already had plans for her supplies, knowing that Glyphing resources were quite valuable. They could effectively triple her magical output and make her that much more likely to live through this thing. Her robes would prove to be quite the tool in concealing potential weaponry, perhaps she should even include a failsafe scroll just in case Celeste needed to be disposed of. Anna had long since come to terms with murdering her humanity, it weighed her down here on Sahova. It was unfortunate that the child might have to be put down though, so Anna resolved to make it quick if it came down to that. A single dagger stroke into her heart.
The tall woman admired the ring on her finger, pleased that something had come of this whole thing. She was a Wizard now, though it might very well be a title short lived if she was not extremely careful. She had no wish to end her tale with an early grave, so she would calculate and prepare and plot the possible demise of Celeste Arumen. It was not a betrayal she necessarily relished, but the needs of Rhysol came before the girl.
She rose and inclined her head to Amaryllis, a smirk on her lips as she did so. The climax was fast approaching in this sordid tale, one could hope things would go as planned. Anna intended to survive, to thrive where otherwise death might claim her. No easy task, but it was possible as far as she was concerned.
"Of course Amaryllis. Good day to you." Anna said, departing the Embalmer's office with darkness in her heart.
