OOCHello. Be awed by my presence. Hey Paopao, thanks for the heads up.
Master Amaryllis, Chief Embalmer of Sahova, always kept an eye on her apprentices. Always. She knew the law of Sahova and she was resolved to keep all her apprentices accounted for. She was, in the vague sense of the word, a kind master. Callisto was kept under surveillance no matter where she went, no matter what she did, as long as it was within the walls of the Citadel.
The Great Library of Sahova was great for a reason, pre-Valterrian books notwithstanding. It was a paragon of efficiency and technology, unsurpassed by any in the whole world. While it did not contain the answers to the questions that hounded the son of Leth and the daughter of Syna, the Library housed numerous golems. Seemingly piles of junk rotting wood and rusting metal, there were Golems that assisted the Nuit wizards. These golems were far from Nimvahlis and Callisto. Even if one was within hearing or seeing distance, they were likely programmed to ignore such earthly affairs. However, there were other golems hidden to the untrained eye: golems the size of spiders gathering in the dark corners of the library. All seeing, ever watchful.
It was then that Callisto remembered her Master, a brief memory plugging itself into her sundered consciousness. Amaryllis would want to know everything and anything that she had done, the Nuit would ask for the names of the persons with whom she had talked to or encountered. What was this uneventful moment right now? Was it something that needed to be reported, too?
It would be comforting to know that Amaryllis had taken necessary actions in order to secure the safety of her apprentice. Or not. The Chief Embalmer was one selfish bitch. She was somewhat pissed off at the fact that her little apprentice was partaking life's lusty pleasures. A better term would be envy, for as a Nuit she was no longer fit to engage in such a physical activity.
Her spite was immediately reported to Lector Qiao, a person with authority. He was basically the Nuit who wielded the scepter of power in the Citadel. In his day he was a strict disciplinarian - as expected from a former Headmaster of the Royal Academy of Magic in Alahea. Perhaps it was in good faith that she was going to report this uncharacteristic Ethaefal visitor who was snogging her own apprentice. Lewdness was not to be tolerated in the library, not anywhere in Sahova. The decision to spill the beans would not exactly do her good in the long run, but it was not Amaryllis's moment to be reprimanded. No, not yet.
Sooner or later, both Nimvahlis and Callisto will learn that every little action in Sahova bore consequences, some undesirable and others unspeakable. That the living could not and did not have the same wanton freedom they possessed outside the Citadel. What would Drainira have done if she witnessed this campy scene?
Yes, what would have Drainira done, indeed.