<div style="text-align: center"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(136, 80, 213)"><span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'"><span style="font-size: 26px">Mystera</span></span></span><br/>
<span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'">@ Park.<br/>
w/ Dayyan.<br/>
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Carrying Beauvilliers rosary and sack with books.</span>​</div><br/><span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'">Though the male undoubtedly appeared to be genuinely curious, it still intimidated Mystera. She stayed tensed up, and her eyes trembled back down to her lap. He mentioned observing Mystera to be alone... and he was right. Typically , that was how she preferred it. Alone with Anais. Or perhaps this was simply how she was conditioned? She did feel the strange pull of loneliness occasionally, even with Anais around - as she rarely had interactions other than with Asterrio and a few other professors who noticed her academic prospect.<br/>
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But the few who were new in town... they were different. Polished to a degree that did seem to interest Mystera, but perhaps in such a realm that she did not initially recognize. Such was the story, it had appeared, with this man. Why was he so curious of Mystera? Surely there were others who were at the very least similar to what she was capable of in the White Castle.<br/>
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His further questions began to intimidate her, though... and she felt the urge to start returning the favor. Yet with the fact in mind that he had spotted Anais with an almost effortless method did intimidate Mystera. Perhaps this Ianice character was similar?</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(160, 115, 221)"><span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'">"Thou saw her... thou must have seen her face." </span></span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)"><span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'">She answered, glancing over at the male. She stayed silent, but then suddenly leaned forward with her eyes narrowing...</span></span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(160, 115, 221)"><span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'">"May... may thou activate thyself once more?" </span></span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)"><span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'">She asked, wanting to see how his eyes adjusted when his magic was activated. Then again... this may have likely simply been her way to divert attention away form herself. She was beginning to feel uncomfortable, afterall...</span></span>