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Elara looked at the offered hand.
Not with suspicion. Not with calculation.
With stillness.
There were moments in a Red Mage’s life when silence was not armor, but offering. This was one. Her gloved fingers moved, not with hesitation, but with the precision of ritual—the kind not taught in...
Elara listened—not merely hearing, but absorbing.
The words Nepheli spoke were not the polished declarations of statecraft nor the hollow promises of rulers. They were marrow-deep, born of long nights and longer roads. Elara recognized them. She had spoken their mirror, once, long ago, to...
Elara remained still.
Not in the way of statues, rigid and carved, but in the way of old oaks—rooted by choice, listening beneath the surface.
Nepheli’s words had not been meant to sway her. That was what made them powerful. There had been no plea, no promise wrapped in velvet manipulation...
The question lingered in the space between them like incense curling from a censer—delicate, unforced, impossible to ignore.
Elara did not answer at once.
Instead, she let her gaze drift to the willow. A breath passed. Then another. Her fingertips, pale against the dark weave of her robes...
The mortar had set cleanly.
Elara knelt beside the eastern canal bridge, fingers hovering above the freshly laid stone. Her magic flared gently—just enough to sense the tension in the materials, the interplay between lime, water, and time. Satisfied, she rose, brushing grit from her gloves...
“A Flame in Spring’s Wake” – Elara in Mevala
The season was shifting.
Where once frost had ruled the land, now came the thaw. Cobblestones emerged from beneath receding snow, and meltwater rushed in little rivers through Mevala’s streets. The air smelled of wet earth and smoke, tinged with the...
Lost in the Crimson Twilight:
In the crimson twilight, where the shadows dance with the dying light, Red Mage Elara found herself wandering aimlessly, several miles away from the siege of Sellath. Her heart raced with worry, not only for the urgency of joining her comrades in the battle but...
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