
Kamilla Circe Gordon
41st of Spring, 517AV
Riverfall was never silent, or at least that was the conclusion she'd drawn after a short two days in the lively city. There always seemed to be at least some people about at all hours of the day and night and even in the places where people weren't, the roar of the massive waterfall or sounds of the numerous water features that could be found almost everywhere insured that the city never felt dead in any form of the word. It had been an interesting two days spent exploring and learning what little she could about both the city and its culture since she'd arrived, but she could not afford to procrastinate any longer. Having spent the entire winter season on The Kabrin Road it had been a long time since the sorceress had practiced or made any real progress in any of her disciplines, having had to hide her magical abilities from her travel companions since she was unsure of their opinions on mages.
It was midnight or somewhere nearby as Kamilla sat herself down in front of the humble desk included in her crimson themed room at the Kulkukan Tavern and Inn, a soft sigh escaping her lips as she prepared to focus all her attention on her work. She was unsure if it was the passing of time, the season and a half spent on the road or the energetic and lively atmosphere of her new surroundings, but Kamilla was anxious to return to her studies after too long a hiatus. Although her shortcomings in Sahova seemed a distant memory, they certainly hadn't been forgotten, though she felt as if some of the negative energy that had loomed over her because of her failures had somewhat been renewed as enthusiasm, though she had never been truly defeated nor had she lost her determination.
The problem with all her enthusiastic determination was that while there was so much of it bottled up within the young mage, she had not yet found a safe spot for her to put it to use in the form of magical practice. Of course she could attempt more complicated small scale versions of her reimantic spells in her small room at the inn but there was always a chance for backlash and unexpected results when it came to magic and even now in the privacy of her room, Kamilla could just make out the jovial noises of the crowd a level below her in the tavern only barely audible over the surprisingly therapeutic constant roar of the nearby waterfall. Given the circumstances, she had chosen not to risk discovery, or injury, by attempting any potentially dangerous magic within the small rented room. Taking everything into consideration, Kamilla decided that she would simply practice her glyphing until she found a more suitable location.