Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20150722184854/@comment-5583506-20150808225446

"You don't happen to have this letter with you?" asked Montinette, raising an eyebrow.

Anhjari moved around the cellar, examining the objects. Perhaps the alchemist who had lived here had left some sort of "tearing of the veil". That was what she preferred to call the occurences left behind through time and room in which she was able to understand the events that had taken place there before.

She tried to focus, to summon up energies within her in order to be able to gaze through the veil. She was afraid of what she was going to see, but she knew that it had to be done.

When she opened her eyes again she found that Astien was no longer in the room with her. He was back in the living world and her consciousness remained here; in some dark reality which had taken place some time before their arrival, yet still existed within reality itself. Like an open wound turned into scar tissue.

She saw before her an Altmer. He had long golden hair and was frantically moving around the shelves of the basement, ripping out items as if he was searching for something of vital importance.

"The designs", he stuttered anxiously. "They got to be around here somewhere!"

He seemed to be rather nervous, constantly peering over his shoulder as if he expected something to pounce out from the shadows and on him any second.

"Please, let them be here!" he hissed and shoved a glass bottle to the floor in his search. He then froze up, as if he was listening for some noise from the outside. "Just a bird", he muttered for himself.

Anhjari followed the Altmer in his footsteps. She knew that it was no point in trying to interact with the alchemist. He was nothing but a ghost to her, as she was to him.

He turned around and seemed to be staring right at her. The Khajiit swallowed hard and stood completely still. He moved towards her with a thoughtful expression on his face, before going straight through her.

She felt the cold and shuddered.

"The archives", he mumbled and stroke his chin. "I must have put it there..."

He then turned around and started to move up the stairs to the first floor, exiting the basement.

When Anhjari moved after him she felt something sharp cut through her feet, dragging her back into reality. She looked down. She had stepped right into the broken glass bottle. Apparently the alchemist had left in such a hurry that he hadn't cleaned up his own mess.

Then she felt the pain and sat down on the floor, clutching tightly to her fuzzy, bleeding foot. "Ouch", she moaned.