Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-32420582-20150204060459/@comment-5583506-20150207131813

Rolf, a young Nord mage entered Victoriane's chambers with a smug smile on his face. From what he had heard from the other students the Breton had finally flew off with her amateurish spell and landed somewhere distant.

Not even the violent earthquake last night could keep him from laughing at the mage's misfortune.

"There you are", he chuckled when he saw the young Breton lying in her bed and looking up at the ceiling, apparently apathetic. "Heard you had some serious flight yesterday?"

No response.

"Not willing to talk about it, eh? I guessed as much. The shame of failure must be getting to you?"

No response.

He cocked his head and looked at her. Was she even listening?

"Hey", he said. "Hey, I am trying to talk to you."

No response.

He moved in closer. Her chest wasn't moving. Was she asleep? A sudden emotion of fear struck him.

He grabbed her arm. "Hey, Vic", he said and shook her gently. "Vic?"

He swallowed hard when there wasn't a single life sign coming from the young Breton. "Gods!" he exclaimed. "Vic?" He shook harder. "Vic?! VIC?! VIC!"

There was no point in yelling. The dead couldn't hear...