Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-36289716-20190122030835/@comment-27049835-20190125005602

Meanwhile, in the Underworld....

Eir had managed to sneak away from her mother again. Brilliant. She had to go see someone. Someone she regularly talked to about mortal matters, and who she depended on as a messenger to those above.

The unfortunately deceased Voice of Dreams.

Gunnthra.

Chaos!SCal was still attempting to learn the Seeker's magic when her husband returned. He returned with a wrinkly old prune of a woman and a large cauldron, held up by one of his hands. The other clutched the hilt of his sword. "Seeker." He called, and the anomaly came to his side. "Place this in a safe spot. This will not fall out of our hands. The consequences that could happen if it did....it'd be catastrophic." The Seeker nodded and, with a wave of her hand, both her and the cauldron were gone. Her husband turned to her and acknowledged her rather embarssingly slow progress. "Excellent, my dear. Not everyone can pick this up so quickly." Chaos!Scal was excited for the praise, but then remembred the Seeker's melancholy warning to her. She could not let feelings interfere with her learning.

"Thank you." She said, as casually as she could. Chaos!Yharim stood there for a few moments, blinking underneath his mask, she could tell, before walking off. The old woman followed him. Like a damn lapdog. It already infuriated her. Regardless, she returned to her attempts to fuse two plants. Although she was also infuriated by the fact that nothing happened, she did notice, after her small mental tantrum, that one of the leaves had actually fused.

Progress, at last.

She smiled.