[she doesn't know that the world is turning just for her]

skill: [none]

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The lake itself had never held much significance to Euphemia before now. She passed it in her comings and goings, but now that it had been claimed, she had to make detours with a wide berth. The lack of it in her life, she barely noticed. But now that it’s expansive, vast blue-ness yawn before her, she wondered how it had passed her by.

Frostfang Vale had its own water sources, but nothing that reflected the clouds in the sky so vastly, like a mirror planted so placidly in the earth by the gods.

There was a figure at the stony beach, which the gray maiden assumed to be her patient. He seemed most unawares, as he was in repose and the lack of movement might suggest he was even sleeping. Euphemia grit her teeth, knowing Iglux had informed her of this, but she had not realized they might be disturbing him from the very beginning.

'Him may be take as betrayal.'

Euphemia swallowed thickly, smiled, and approached. She kept her gaze on his young face, not allowing it to slip down to spy the culprit limb – it had not been immediately obvious in their approach, and she did not want the boy to feel immediately reduced. He was the chieftain’s son afterall, who needed to be hale and whole more than most. Euphemia had a feeling the chieftain of Saatsine was fierce.

Unforgiving.

Hello, Euphemia greeted, bowing her head, acknowledging that she was the visitor on his lands. Then her sunset eyes shot to Iglux, suddenly aware that perhaps the yearling did not speak a lick of the common tongue. If that were the case, she silently beseeched the silver flame to function as an impromptu translator.

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