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Phelix was glad for the fire. He glided closer to it when Rosaline situated herself there as well, extending his gnarled hands towards the warmth.
“Oh good,” Phelix sighed, sounding relieved when she said the children were fine. Whether they were or not did concern Phelix, albeit not in the kindly concerned he’d made it sound. Since the eclipse, Phelix’ mind was hyper-focused on the rebel’s goals. It made him colder than usual inside; but his centuries of life experience guaranteed that no one would notice that coldness, save for those who’d know him for centuries. So he was sure he just sounded genuinely happy, to Rosaline.
“The eclipse certainly landed on a very momentous year,” Phelix agreed neutrally and looked up when the Queen mentioned speaking to him about it. What could she possibly have to say? His curiousity was immediately piqued, but he remained implacable as always. She seemed to be waiting for him to say something, so he did.
“I remained in the Magaesterium, of course. I remember the last eclipse, from five hundred years back. It is a strange blend of energy and weakness, for mages like myself. So it’s sometimes best to just protect myself from its influences, and ride it out.” This was true enough; Phelix hadn’t left the Magaesterium during the eclipse, content that the seeds of destruction he’d planted before the event to bloom.
He frowned though, when she began speaking about a wildling. “Your Majesty - what are you talking about? A wildling visited you during the eclipse? One of their tribe leaders from a northern clan?” He sat in the armchair next to hers, covering her hand with his own.
As she continued speaking, he understood. “You mean…this wildling was a vision?” He leaned in then, the firelight glinting in his dark eyes. “What were you doing, when the vision happened? It sounds…prophetic, chih.” Or it could mean someone was trying to get in contact with her, and the magical shift during the eclipse seemed the safest time.
“What sort of gem, exactly? As if mounted on a staff? Something magical, perhaps?”
Rosaline would have preferred any anomalies to fall in a different calendar year, but as Phelix had mentioned for whatever reason, for whatever reason events seemed at a serious climax. She hummed slightly when the mage confirmed he stayed within the Magisterium walls during the strange occurrence. Of course he would have an idea about its effects due to past experiences, Rosaline often forgot how old Phelix really was, until he reminded her in moments like these.
“Yes a vision.” She spoke quickly, trying to clarify. “It was an accident by all accounts. I hardly had any intention of scrying at the time the vision showed. Actually the way it appeared I doubt it could be called scrying at all. I was just getting washed up before bed.” Rosaline made a flourish with her hands, “And then there he was. The stone and its glow were purple. So…maybe an enchanted amethyst of some kind? I could see the Wilding’s lips moving but couldn’t make anything out.” Her lips pursed as she continued to ponder inwardly. “In spare moments I have tried to summon anything of the appearance back, just for a chance at any more information...so far, there’s nothing.”

















