Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20160804171050/@comment-25126355-20160918124326

Anariel sat at her vanity, adjusting some of the jewels that dangled at her neck and from her ears. She looked at her handmaiden in the mirror, thanking her, as her eyes drifted to Renille's reflection and she motioned for the two to approach her. Turning from the mirror, she smiled.

"My, how you've grown. Time seems to fly the older we get, no? But how much you look like your father. That trait you and your brothers share, just like my mother... I always thought the silver hair was a rather lovely family trait." She said, her voice calm and serene, a gentle smile on her lips.

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"Alright. We send word, but we make sure to prepare, because we can't give them the time they need to escape. Syrabane wants us to catch a live one. So far, everything we've gotten has been word of mouth, or a half burnt book here and there." Celemaira explained, as she rose to stand. Her Magika was almost fully replenished, so she was ready fro a fight, if the need arose.