𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐣𝐢𝐜 𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐥𝐞

• • • 𝘚𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘔𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘤 𝘌𝘳𝘢, 𝘸𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘥𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘳𝘴, 𝘔𝘦𝘳, 𝘔𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘳 𝘉𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵; 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘯𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳. - 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙋𝙨𝙞𝙟𝙞𝙘 𝙊𝙧𝙙𝙚𝙧

The Priestess gave an uneasy glance to several cases humming full of bees. "Rather, uncertain if the climate here will be suitable for some of these. . . Ingredients." She gestures. "That which does not fit in Auri-El's temple will be brought back with me to Artaeum. For now."

Leannán had a rather large order of various alchemical ingredients recently delivered. She's going to be quite busy over these next few days; though she is, admittedly, not particularly ecstatic about needing to set up the new apiary. . .

Some moving, reorganizing and light cleaning will go a long way. I know there is also a small apothecary and kitchen area in one of these rooms, as well. Hopefully, all of the ovens and fireplaces are not in total disrepair.”

“There’s no need for formalities,” followed by an immediately nervous laugh. Clearing her throat, Lea purposely, quickly carried on. “I have already moved any remains and set the pyre. We mostly just need to focus on making this a somewhat liveable space, again. +

Always better to be safe than sorry when dealing with anything to do with Merethic Era mages. “Also, please, you may now simply refer to me as Lea.” As in Lea, short for Leannán Clíona of House Tairngire. High Priestess of Auri-El’s Chantry. Oracle of Auri-El. Betrothed- +

While there was nothing especially notable she could remember being held in this area, it wasn’t as though other’s of Auriel didn’t occasionally dip into their own fair share of magical mischief. +

quarters for the Priests, mostly. There are some other rooms back here that mostly got used for storage purposes. So, do be wary of potentially tinkering with the wrong artifact,” she half-joked as the young quasigriff nearly headbutted through another messy stack of books. +

doorway for extra protection. It would give them notice and time to act accordingly, if need be. With that settled enough for comfort, the priestess began walking back to the room she had previously been working in before his arrival. “We should be safe here, in the private +

But, all of that was something they could ponder and deal with later. Hands and fingers gesture elegantly, and just like that, ripping close one entryway at a time from the direction he had come. Magic permafrost sent rippling chills as it, too, began encasing each +

Though they were an obvious danger, she could not help but find it was almost strangely encouraging to their cause, to see so many of them already be continuously drawn here. Even if the poor things could no longer see or understand nor remember why. Or, perhaps, they did. +

the Betrayed from the Chantry’s immediate grounds. I knew with the sheer size inside that there could potentially be quite a few more lingering,” Lea cleared her throat, somehow always struggling even at this age to find the right way to appropriately address the Betrayed. +