Post by Circe Alexandra on Jan 23, 2017 18:56:08 GMT -6
Circe blinked as Althea's fatigue began to show itself, as well. At least she didn't have to feel bad for practically passing out! Though as Althea settled into bed proper, Circe rolled over and blew out her candle as well, letting a gentle darkness engulf their room. Circe smiled to herself and closed her eyes, stifling one last yawn before she managed to utter out.
“Mhm...good night, Althea.”
She was sure to have some intriguing dreams that night. Dreams perhaps of the myserious Vinland and its even more enigmatic temples. Dreams of magical cities, lost to Elibe in a swell of myths and time. Arcadia and Nan Madol...maybe neither did exist. Or perhaps the two were connected. How often did entire cities disappear, to the point where their very existence became questionable?
Hell even a simple dream of Circe, standing proud before a class of Etruria's, nay, the WORLD'S finest mages, displaying her sheer and absolute control over the elements of Anima before them. A childish dream perhaps, but really, Circe would take it. Anything over the possibility of having nightmares of that mage. His cold voice, echoed and masked by his magic, as he threatened to force Circe into executing an innocent woman.
Mhm...as sleep began to take hold, some final thoughts lingered at the forefront of Circe's mind. Perhaps she would have a nightmare of that horrible man. Perhaps she'd see his face in the dark, or hear his voice in the back of her mind. If that was the case, though, Circe needed only to remember one thing.
She had saved a life today. Any number of nightmares was worth that.