With a great sigh, Rhea practically dragged herself out of the room, having had been, once again, herded out of her office and ordered to rest up, without using a cure spell. She snarled and rolled her eyes as she recalled the man’s reasoning.
“Teaching me a lesson about rolling over and dying, hrmph, indeed.†Rhea shrugged as she stormed across the lawn, purposefully walking over grass and by the pond as the spirits eagerly imparted sparks of energy to healing wounds. If she were not a healer, such bruises would only cause more problems overtime, but she supposed that was the reason Juno figured it was an acceptable stipulation. Even without an active casting, her own natural skill and connection to the elements would force a weary body to heal faster than normal. Her maid, this time, had stayed inside to work with the office crew in sorting out the paperwork and the stable boy, leaving the normally work-a-holic Seeker with far too much time on her hands.
Rubbing at the bridge of her noise, she glanced up only to see an unfamiliar person over the crate, the shimmering silk fan clearly the object of interest.
“Ah, pardon me, but that object is not for-“ Rhea paused mid-warning. “Oh. Miss Vaughn, Greetings.†Rhea’s words stumbled a little when her brain caught up to her natural inclination. “Erm, something interesting about my… uh… erm… collection?â€
“Teaching me a lesson about rolling over and dying, hrmph, indeed.†Rhea shrugged as she stormed across the lawn, purposefully walking over grass and by the pond as the spirits eagerly imparted sparks of energy to healing wounds. If she were not a healer, such bruises would only cause more problems overtime, but she supposed that was the reason Juno figured it was an acceptable stipulation. Even without an active casting, her own natural skill and connection to the elements would force a weary body to heal faster than normal. Her maid, this time, had stayed inside to work with the office crew in sorting out the paperwork and the stable boy, leaving the normally work-a-holic Seeker with far too much time on her hands.
Rubbing at the bridge of her noise, she glanced up only to see an unfamiliar person over the crate, the shimmering silk fan clearly the object of interest.
“Ah, pardon me, but that object is not for-“ Rhea paused mid-warning. “Oh. Miss Vaughn, Greetings.†Rhea’s words stumbled a little when her brain caught up to her natural inclination. “Erm, something interesting about my… uh… erm… collection?â€
