Chapter #6Greena's Irritation by: Unknown Deputy Governor Greena was livid. Locked in her quarters she was completely shut off from the happenings outside, something she should be readily involved with. She should be defending her people, especially Frillan. The young guard had been nothing but a joy to travel with, always keeping the mood light when tensions rose. He was an earnest fellow and one of the better students at the Academy. She hated this waiting around, not knowing what was happening to him.
Mainly she hated waiting. And then also, there was the fact that she was greatly unused to having doors closed on her ever since her appointment to office.
Greena had always sought information and knowledge, even when she was too young to grasp what she learned. She rose quickly through the academy ranks, Professor Homby's star pupil at Der Foon. She had hated waiting to gain access to the higher level spell books, and had always been scolded when she was found reading them in obscure nooks of the Library. She had been intensely fascinated by the conflict between Goerthe and Boutland, and thus her political drive was established. She was appointed as Deputy Governor six years ago, the youngest in the Nation's history.
And she had thought that her waiting for information was over. Indeed!
"Excuse me!" She announced loudly, her hand cupped around her mouth and pressed to the door. "But, really, I am the Deputy Governor of Boutland, and it is my guardsman that is ridiculously being accused of this terrible atrocity, and I would very much appreciate being allowed to leave this room!"
No response came from the other side of the heavy oak doors. Frustrated, Greena attempted to pull them open, but the handles were indeed still locked. Normally she would have been able to simply unlock them with a flick of her finger, but she had promised to refrain from magic while inside the castle walls on the request of some of the Priests. She doubted using them to escape from her room would engender any sympathy towards her party or her people who were already under quite enough meaningless suspicion as it was.
She sat down in a huff on the edge of her bed, biting her lip in concentration. As long as she was locked in this room, she had to find something to do. Sitting and twiddling her thumbs was not how she had become the youngest Deputy Governor in history. She looked around the room, weighing her options. She was locked away from anyone and everyone. No one could get to her, locked away as she was. Which meant... if she chose to use a little magic inside the room, no one would be the wiser. She could use a listening spell, though she might pick up meaningless chatter since she knew not where they were holding Frillan.
Then the was the option of scrying. A thin smile appeared and Greena nodded to herself in satisfaction. Much more appropriate, not only would she be able to hear what was happening to Frillan, she would be able to (somewhat) determine where he was. She stood and made her way across the room to the pitcher and wash bin sitting on the bureau. She poured the water from the pitcher liberally into the bowl, removing the towel from it so that the water would settle still and flat. She checked her appearance briefly in the mirror as she summoned up the spell in her minds eye. Just as she was about to begin to chant she fell silent, unsure.
She looked back down at the still water, now thinking of her elderly mentor and advisor, Professor Homby. Should she attempt to contact him first, and get his opinion on the matter? Or should she check on Frillan first, who was more likely in greater peril?   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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