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Alatriel:
Rose seems unconcerned about her Mistress's irritation, her attention focused on something else as she moves towards a scrying glass and touches its edge and looks into the reflective surface. "It's calling me. I'm supposed to See this."
Rowana:
The Mistress frowns at Rose but her eyes narrow and she only watches for a few moments.As Rose draws nearer and nearer the edge of the long absent power grows sharper, almost beginning to sting her in some way. With the low burn of pain the room she's in begins to drift somewhere Between in Rose's senses. Between here, or there... probably now but maybe later... Like the many days in times gone by, it becomes utterly unimportant when, or why she is. Only that her whole self seems both fluid and floating as the little surge becomes greater and other times flash before her eyes.A fog clears out of the path of her Sight, something she didn't really realize was there. A goblet sits on an alabaster table, filled with a fluid so dark and thick it almost seems black. For a moment there is nothing but this, in a space that has no sound. There is a Forever in length before something changes, little ripples in the fluid as of something heavy moved near by. One stomp......Another set of ripples.......Another....Then the glass shatters and Rose throws her hands up in front of her face to deflect the incoming shrapnel and fluid. She feels the sharp burning of the glass cutting her, burning her as if coated in acid. The fluid speckles her skin, steaming on the table, scented of something... awful... perhaps wasting away but not quite dead.And then... Blackness.When Rose comes to once again, she's in her room though it takes her several minutes to realize where exactly she is.
Alatriel:
Rose stares at the ceiling in confusion for some time before she finally sits up with a start, looking herself over for injury, and looking for her Mistress.
Rowana:
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Her room is empty but for herself. It is dark and quiet, the grey haze of night with the light of the moons filtering in from her shuttered window. Vaguely she makes out the familiar shapes of everything she knows, being where it should be, and a covered tray sitting on the table.
Alatriel:
Rose gets out of bed and semi-cautiously moves to the table, uncovering the tray.
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