[Madame de Fer is livid. No, that's too mild a word for the seething fury she's crossing through the fortress with. So cold is her demeanor, one can almost see the grass and rock freezing over as she passes by. Apostacy happens. Lying about having magic? A different crime altogether. Lying, even by omission, to her face? Very poor life decision.
She's heard about Bruce having magic. Asked around with trusted acquaintances who were also witnesses. Had a glass of quality wine. Hired movers to have his belongings rearranged. Taken several, deep centering breaths. Now she is quite ready to seek him out.
Vivienne stands in the entry of the healing tents with her arms folded over her chest with a firm frown etched into her face.]
healing tents
She's heard about Bruce having magic. Asked around with trusted acquaintances who were also witnesses. Had a glass of quality wine. Hired movers to have his belongings rearranged. Taken several, deep centering breaths. Now she is quite ready to seek him out.
Vivienne stands in the entry of the healing tents with her arms folded over her chest with a firm frown etched into her face.]