<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Amaltheia</span></div><br/><br/>Amaltheia had woken early as she usually did; taking her time in her morning rituals was meditative, and helped calm her mind, which always made scrying easier. Bathing, dressing, pinning up her hair - all of these things were done in a deliberate, steady way. Finished with her morning ablutions, she set about her first task of the morning - scrying the king's younger brothers to make certain they were still well. She opened a case to reveal a small, polished silver bowl, perfectly smooth. Setting it on the table, she poured water from her ewer into it and waited for it to still. She hardly breathed as she leaned over the bowl, going into a trance-like state where the visions would come to her in the vessel before her.<br/><br/>It was half of an hour later when she roused, sitting back up and letting out a soft breath, coming back to herself. Both were well, which she would be glad to report to her own king. She stood and took the bowl to the plants in her window, watering them with the clear liquid before carefully drying it with a soft cloth and storing it away once more in its case.<br/><br/>She then walked quietly down the hall and tapped on the king's door to give her morning report, smoothing her skirt absently. She could hear the sound of him playing the violin, and enjoyed the music while she waited. She hoped he was in a decent mood today, knowing he had been sleeping little since the kingdoms had split. There was more than enough worry to go around, with the conflict between the three. A part of her wished things were simple as they had been when she'd been a child, and the brothers had run about while she was in lessons. If nothing else, though, her abilities had taught her that everything must change.