Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20160804171050/@comment-25126355-20160809015503

(So sorry everyone! I went to join my family in England for a few weeks, but I didn't think I needed to worry about posting less until I got there and found out we had no wifi. I only got back a few hours ago. Didn't mean to disappear like that!)

Anariel had spent the recent time since the announcement away from the public eye. Her condition shocked her as much as it did her husband, though her maternal instincts were beginning to awaken inside of her. For now, she merely wished for some peace, and so only her closest companions were in her presence. The room smelled of incense and floral oils; one of her ladies was stringing the harp; another prepared tea for the whole of the group to enjoy. Renille sat beside the Ara, who listened to the gentle notes of the harp, looking out onto the beautiful view of Aldmeris.

"Cousin, what ever became of your niece? Only, my condition reminded me of her own predicament and suddenly I realized I had not heard of her in quite seem time." Anariel said, breaking her silence and looking at the amber-haired maiden beside her.

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Traveling through the heartlands of Aldmeris, Celemaira and her small group neared the location of a small town. A day or two ago, one of the Tatayla scouts reported strange occurrences around the area. In truth, the "town" was more akin to a large market village, but those were just semantics. Using a glamor spell to hide her distinctive trademark hair and dressed in the apparel of a traveling caravan, the group entered the village in hopes of discovering their first piece in what seemed to be an impossible puzzle.