An especially painful night had Sina sleepless, and wanting to make use of her time rather than toss and turn uncomfortably for hours, she left her tent in shawl and nightshirt with the intention of checking on some of the herbs she'd left to dry. She hadn't yet made it to the courtyard, however, when she saw the green glow coming from the fortress window. She stopped, squinted, then hesitantly moved toward the doors of the main hall.

This was the first time Sina had been in the actual fortress since the meeting of mages, the third time in total, and she was amazed by how spacious it truly was when not crowded full of people. Her bare feet padded silently along the stone floor as she followed the glow through the crack in the door by the fireplace, and into the eerily-lit round room where the mages had met. She stood in the center, peering up at the flickering-- was it a flame?-- and although her usual sensibilities told her to turn back and not put her nose where it didn't belong, her chest felt heavy and pulled her forward.

She crept up the stairs to the library, squinting in the suddenly bright light of the veilfire. To her surprise, she recognized the wielder. "Pel?" she said, before she could stop herself.