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There was a pause then, as the Knight Pursuant reflected on... what?. For what felt like an eternity the silence seemed to hang, too long for Sitra's curious soul. All the same, she waited and then listened with equal patience once Abalon had finally resumed speaking. She decided it was best to...

Sitra's realization of her own churlishness was immediate and no more timely than when it dawned upon her that this was a tribute being paid. By Abalon Shallows to the spirit of the one that had once worn the garment now materialized from the wardrobe, coaxed out from some hidden depths within...

Sitra allowed the tension she had felt building up in her shoulders to deflate in the aftermath of Bebin's greeting, not having expected her cousin to be so... personable. As a matter of fact she hadn't the faintest notion of what to expect, and so was undeniably taken aback by the nostalgic...

And if Amelia was feeling overwhelmed, then Sitra Vené Tanyakoettir was positively drowning in it. She could only idly wonder as to how it was possible that she hadn't yet descended into cold sweats, panic, and just all around hysteria - even when she felt her body threatening her with the...

When Abalon's laughter had sounded in response to her claim of knowing the essentials of magic, Sitra could not help but to offer a peevish frown in the direction of the Knight Pursuant's retreating back. To her it was the most inoffensive of statements; the basis of tutelage on the subject of...

Sitra had watched Abalon's movements intently, her eyes flicking to the thurible next as his gaze settled upon it. She was still overwhelmed with the stifling scent of frankincense in the room, and the smoke was beginning to stain the inside of her nostrils with a cloying, sickeningly sweet...

With the answer to her question given, Sitra could do no more than as she was bid. To observe the scene playing out before her with no small degree of fascination, liking especially the concept of imprinting something upon what was referred to as tabula rasa. The theory was not an unknown one...

Sitra quietly considered the words that were spoken, the fingers of her right hand pausing rather abruptly before they managed to brush against the spine of one unremarkable leather-bound book or another, deciding suddenly against it as she retracted her hand altogether and set it to rest along...

Sitra did not know what to say to that, and so chose silence instead. There was no point in arguing for or against the fact that her family's coin had gone towards the maintenance of their estates; that it had provided the origin of this meeting between the two of them. Not that she kept her...

Sitra could not deny her surprise at the summons; the crisp parchment issuing the proclamation of an invitation to learn, appreciate, and be gifted by a Knight Pursuant of Death. How curious of a thing, to be served by a stuttering squire who had presented the missive as if it were the writ of...

Well, that was that. To Julian's departure did Sitra offer a parting nod of acknowledgement that she heard his words. No doubt they would meet again, were his insistences and the humble size of Astenvale Monastery any indication of the possibility. When the Dawnling was finally prodded by the...

The smile that had been forming after her excuse of sunny meditations underwent a rather sudden growth spurt at the idea that her jest had been taken with deadly seriousness. Or maybe he was just exceedingly polite. Either way, Sitra certainly looked to Julian with eyes anew when he offered of...

Sitra wasn't feeling too disheartened about her lack of success thus far in spotting her intended target, for it was still early in the day. And while the discovery of her cousin would have been a wonderful development, it was only one of two reasons why she decided to spend her free time in the...

Today was the beginning of the rest of her life. How grandiose of a statement for how little fanfare greeted the start of it; the day's idle humming of birdcall hardly did justice to the tumultuous years leading to her arrival at the gates of the Astenvale Monastery. The abode of misfits and...