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In the day room, there she sat. Pondering all the ways she could have done things differently. Time mattered little, her thoughts were elsewhere. They were always there. That night. She was meant to be a sage, and yet here she was. What had become of the world she knew…
Ani sorted through the poorly packed madness; The door opened slowly as her mother stepped in. "My goodness child, if you needed the library it is right down the stairs..." Frida remarked "It's just some light reading..." Ani trailed off. "Whatever will you wear tonight?"
She knew her mother was a complex woman. So for most people it was difficult to navigate her thoughts. But not Ani, no, she knows her own mother. "What are you hiding..." She whispered her thoughts before a voice called from the foyer.. "Ani, dearest, we must go." Announced Frida.
"I know my daughter. I know she will chase whatever mystery she can sink her teeth into. I'm asking that you keep close eye on her. And whatever her trio gets into" Frida continued. Ms. Beaufort nods. "I'll intervene when needed. Watcher knows I won't let her endure what I have." Frida affirmed
Frida in the comfort of her room, speaks aloud to the air. "While it's not uncommon for a seaside town, people have been going missing. She will catch wind of this. The council has their concerns. And the town will have their suspicions. Especially with us casters...I'm worried."
"I'm sure I could find something of Aunt Cornelia's around here" Ani offered, knowing there's plenty of things lying around the old villa. "Well be sure you do, you must be ready in a few hours" Frida spoke sternly. "Just trust me." "To do things simply? Never." Her mother raised a brow.
Ani's room was as she left it: just barely tidy. And all surfaces littered with collected arcane tomes. She has spent many summers in this room and it has slowly changed over time to the perfect dwelling for her to do studies of magic without the stress of school. "One more year..."
"Well you best run along and unpack, you know that won't work with her. But I will forward your most justified reasoning. You've saved us from undoing indeed..." Ms. Beaufort smiled warmly, she has practically raised Ani. Moments like these made it obvious where her wit was from.
