05 - Masks

[ambitious-woman.livejournal.com]

[She does not, possibly, even intend to be here.

A bed appears, within in the form of a woman with skin paler than the gold of her hair. The bedding is decadent, the bedframe artfully crafted and truthfully -- she does little to compliment it in this particular moment. She is in her dressing gown, bundled within it as if there is a chill.

The barber is unseen, but his work is clearly visible. Her right wrist is freshly cut, veins stark against her skin. For her own health, of course. Only the best care, only to make her better.

The bowl with her expelled blood is there but covered, and on a small table next to her bed rests money. Trinkets of admiration from her king for being strong, for a job well done.

No, she does not intend to be here at all, and her mind wanders. It is merely the alternative to where she would not be at all.]

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[ambitious-woman.livejournal.com]

[she sips, slowly but not deeply -- it is one thing to hide from those at home here, it is another to accept even more help from those just met]

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

[Has some sense of this, at least of why she's hesitating.]

Come on, lass. I'm not going to leave off until you've downed the whole thing. And the sooner it's in you the sooner you'll start coming around a bit.

[ambitious-woman.livejournal.com]

[the girl is not lying, she thinks, and proceeds to drink deeper]

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

[A touch of a smile as Reinette finishes it off, and she sets the cup aside.]

Kora--a mage friend of mine, close as a sister, she is. We came from Scanra together with Rosto.

[ambitious-woman.livejournal.com]

[glances at the glass]

And that is how she assists you?

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

Mmm, well. Like I said, she's not much for healing past little charms for bruises and such. One of her friends mixes that up for me. She fixes a lot of my clothes--she's good with household spells and fire spells, communication spells, that sort of thing.