#lady-naniriel

[emxrgence]

Spitting Teeth [for Caryndil omg I had to. Let's say she drank a pretty bad alchemy experiment that prevents her from controlling her actions. Sorryyy xD)

The blow sent the frail mer down to one knee, a large red mark quickly forming as the rest of his skin went black; she had already seen him change, so there was no harm in letting her know just how angry he was.

A bolt of lightning shot from Caryndil's palm, more a defensive instinct than an enraged attack, yet it still had force behind it.

"How dare you," the half-breed snarled, casting a small healing spell whilst gripping another bolt in his free hand, just in case Naniriel retaliated.

[emxrgence]

Naniriel stormed in the door, with a confident smirk on her face. "Hello master Caryndil! It's me, Naniriel, again", she said with a grin, hoping to have interrupted something important. That was for the butterfly. /And/ making her squirm last week.

The old mer was hunched over an old tome, with his own research notes being added to in intelligible scrawls. The book had been specially ordered through a number of contacts, having once been the property of a Bosmer shaman. Naniriel's interruption had startled Caryndil, and his irritation was obvious.

"Insolent little girl, how dare you storm into my office uninvited." Shooting up to stand, and sending his chair flying behind him, his cold grey eyes shot daggers in the form of a glare at her, his voice lined with fury.