faustus
@peerlessvalkyrie
Mitama frowned as she stumbled through the gate. The floor was solid enough to indicate she was indoors without her raising her head. This was a good start. She prayed that somehow she would be able to find the aid she needed.
The scroll tucked in her bag pulsed, the magic from the gate stimulating it somehow. She clucked her tongue impatiently as she shoved it deeper in the bag.
Her first attempt at a scroll had been risky. Too strong, too dangerous. After sealing it away, her father had told her not to attempt creating one again. But years had passed, and she was stronger now than she once was. Surely if she tried now, she could control.
She had been wrong. And with her father missing, she lacked the aid to seal it properly. She dared not put Hoshido at risk after all Lord Ryoma and Saizo had done for her, so she departed. Either to find her father, or find someplace abandoned that she may attempt to seal it like the previous.
The sound of footsteps had her head spring upwards and dread fill her. The room she had entered through was far too decorated to be anything less than noble. She swallowed, hands clenching the strap of her bag. “I-I apologize! I did not mean to intrude so rudely.”