There were a few people stirring about, even shifting uncomfortably, when they traced the scent of flowers back to the figure who simply walked among their halls. There was no one to announce her, no one escorting her, the woman was alone – walking with purpose in each graceful step. The aroma was one that had swept through the corridors not too long past, one that was not easily forgotten. With her chin lifted defiantly, she walked among mages and Templars in a place where they would contain her and place her on a leash. And, heeding previous advice from the last time she had arrived, the maiden avoided resting her gaze on any of their own.
Not one said a word of protest or attempted to halt her in her hurried, silent steps. The cloak whimsically was swept behind her stride, revealing the length of her peasant dress that contrasted the lustrous, scarlet of her curled hair. Fair skin was well cleaned, pristine from dirt and blood that once marred it. The hood of her cloak, however, did hide her curls, which were appropriately pinned, arranged, to keep from her eyes and hide away the evidence of her elven heritage.
In her arms, she carried a satchel close to her bosom and meant for the one she decided to visit this fine day. Feathered lashes sank down, shielding the green hue of her eyes. Ruby-tinted lips maintained a smile that was both delightful and mischievous. Asking her not to come was actually an invitation for her to misbehave, for Sarah was never one to truly back down from a challenge.
Not saying the First Enchanter had done such, but the last letter received made her wonder why he wished not for her to see him. Was he worried?
That was rather sweet of him.
So thus she was at the top of the tower, letting the floral tones of the perfume announce her presence before her knuckles dared to grace the door. With the leather bag now lowered to her hip, she stared at the wooden portal, remembering the last time she faced it. It wasn’t that long ago, funny, for a woman who was eager to get away from here as soon as possible, now found herself back. Lightly, fingers tapped at the door, though she did not bother announcing herself, in case he was not present in his office.
But where else would our First Enchanter be?