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Tinasha:  The night air in Tuldarr was cool. Tinasha had the windows in her bedroom open as she scanned some papers, and she found herself shivering. Winter was a while off yet, but she was freezing in her light nightgown. Setting the documents down, she went to close the window. As she was leaning out the window, a sudden and mysterious sense of unease struck her. “Hmm…?” There was a faint thrumming of magic in the air. Tinasha had felt this sensation of drifting magic once before—when she was reading the invitation from Farsas to the banquet. It was daytime then, and she hadn’t been concerned, reasoning that someone in the castle was casting. What could anyone be doing this late? It was very, very weak. Tinasha couldn’t sense any sort of spell configuration, either. The magic was so faint that it was impossible to tell where it was coming from, but it still left Tinasha wary. She frowned. “Am I overthinking it…?” This was the Magic Empire, after all. In the town at the foot of the castle, people were surely using magic. She was shaking her head to dispel her worries when someone wrapped their arms around her from behind, nearly causing her to fall out the window.
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Tinasha:  “Oscar! Don’t sneak up on me!” she cried.
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Oscar:  “I wasn’t trying to. Were you thinking hard about something? You’ll catch a chill out there,” he warned, reaching past her to close the window. He had arrived via the transportation array. Noticing how cold his fiancée had gotten, he placed his coat around her shoulders.
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Tinasha:  A faint blush on her cheeks, Tinasha said, “Thank you.”
human
Oscar:  “It’s nothing. Have you been a good girl? It doesn’t look like anything’s changed,” Oscar commented. Ever since Tinasha had formed the array, he’d used it every night to come over and check to make sure everything was all right.
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Tinasha:  Tinasha wasn’t sure how to feel about it. Having someone look after her so carefully made her feel like she was living in the Dark Age again. Her powers were on par with a witch’s, which meant no one treated her the way her fiancé did, like she was a child to be cared for. As Tinasha went to fetch the liqueur she kept for Oscar, she shrugged. “No, no changes. Oh, but about my investigation, this wild-goose chase has finally led us to one person I’m very suspicious of.”
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Oscar:  “Oh yeah?” Between dispatching spirits to investigate and her visit to the fortune-teller, Tinasha had been busy gathering information from all over.