Thread: ~ Cost of Immortality ~ {DarkRiffs}

Dreama finally dressed around mid morning. Eating lunch in her study as she poured over another manuscript. After her mentors death, his collection had come into her possession. Nearly two decades of studying and she had managed to go through a very small amount of his books. Many he had not allowed her near till close to the end of their days together. There were many areas that he held her back, expecting her to learn on her own and after he was gone. He probably feared that she would surpass him or worse. His collection had been massive. Manuscripts and text collected over more than nine decades. The man had been greedy about knowledge and had been sure to instill that same drive into her. Thankfully she had been blessed with a photographic memory. When all the words started to blurr together, she marked the page and closed the book. Walking to the window she admired the view. Bright sunlight streaming in. Sighing, she picked up her bag from near the door and walked out, heading to the wooded court yard. She rarely spent time outside during the day. Her mentor had told her that too much sun was sickening. For years she had thought he purposely poisoned her, it was only after his death did she realize her system really did not tolerate it well. It seemed to be getting worse over time. She had come to accept that it was a trade off of the magick. Short bursts, a couple hours at a time were still acceptabl. Dreama rarely found a reason to push this limit. Even now she stayed in the shaded area. Needing to collect several blooming flowers and a few seeds of another, a new spell had caught her eye. Unfortunately it was in one of the text that she found less than credible. Only one spell had actually worked. The book had been one of the first he had let her read. A joke. When she recently ran across it again, she had considered burning but something had stopped her. Ever since she had started to carefully go through and find which worked, which did not. Finding the plants quickly, she moved back into the castle. Instead of going to her room, she went to the kitchen. Dreama did not trust the servants. Washing the plants carefully, she proceeded to trim them properly. It was nearly dinner time by the time she left. Heading back to her room, she was not happy to find a note on her door requesting her to come to dinner. Twice in the same day. She wondered why the king suddenly south her presence. She put the herbs near the open window in her study to dry. It took her a few moments to dress. Choosing a dark red, long sleeved shirt. A black skirt that went to the floor. Beneath it her flat soled boots disappeared. She was late arriving at the dinning hall. Pausing in the door, she shuddered. A few dozen of the Kings closest nobles. She assumed ones that did not annoy him too much. They might not annoy him, but they annoyed her. She avoided situations like this. The nobles did not like her and she did not like them. In truth she was waiting for one of them to ask her a stupid question that she might just answer. The king would not like that. Noticing Caelan waving at her, she found herself moving in that direction. It was probably best she avoided the king at the moment. Irritated at him.