Kamilla Circe Gordon
11th of Spring, 515AV
It had only been a few days since her arrival and yet Kamilla had already realised that she felt more alive on The Undead Isle than she had anywhere else, the irony was not lost on her. She'd spent her short time on Sahova exploring the several areas where she was allowed to be, searching for some form of inspiration that she could build on for her Judgement which drew nearer with each passing day. Unfortunately, no such inspiration had been found just yet and instead Kamilla found herself amassing a wealth of questions and far fewer answers.
Currently she stood on the dirt road, just beyond the Citadel as she allowed her skin to absorb the precious sunlight, something it hadn't gotten much of in the past few days that she'd spent within what she had come to know as the Gug Andjak. She had no actual plans for the day and had settled with simply exploring and observing whatever was going on in the common labs as she'd done several times before, not having much choice in the matter.
It bothered the aspiring young mage to be surrounded by so many possibilities and opportunities yet starved for chances to seize them by Sahova's inhabitants, most of which were far too absorbed in their work to offer assistance. She supposed it couldn't be helped, everyone had their own work to do and she was simply a tourist, barely worth attention until she participated in a Judgement and, hopefully, passed. "No matter..." she began, speaking out loud even though the words were meant for herself, "I'll just have to experience as much as I possibly can until I come up with something."
It wasn't as if she was completely lacking in options, besides observing the experiments taking place in the Gug Andjak, she could also focus on the betterment of her current magics, though ideas were needed to so in animation. Reimancy, on the other hand, was a very different matter, she had only recently discovered that she could grasp at the power of another element and if all else failed, she'd gladly dedicate a day to improving her air reimancy.
She had to admit, living without constant fear of being shunned was quite liberating, even though Zeltiva was far more tolerant of magic than Sunberth had been(which was 'not at all'), most of it's mundane citizens still regarded it with suspicion, or at least caution. Sahova held none of that, one could hardly turn a corner without seeing some form or result of magic, even the very air seemed to hum with latent power and so far, Kamilla adored it.
