The reactions the little half-elf made were nothing short of amusing to the much taller woman who may as well been a giant, as tall as she loomed over Rai's kneeling form. Still, the stern-faced headmistress managed to keep a delighted smile from creeping onto her lips as she watched the poor maid's state of being shift from petrified to something all together worse. A titter, a dark and almost fae laugh, caught in her throat as the auburn haired girl at her feet turned pale and began to look faint. It was then that the wicked smile playing at the corners of Merelyth's nearly crimson red lips finally began to show before the woman squasshed the show of emotion with an efficiency not unlike she so flippantly performed the charm that now held the servant girl in place at her feet. Once the young woman had finally fallen silent the headmistress let the thick tension blanketing them grow and grow along with the maddening silence that hung over the room like a veil. All that could be heard was the subtle creak of the tower settling, the occasional scuff of shoes that drew near and then passed as someone made their way through the hall. None of those passerby stopped outside the office however, there would be no rescue for Railynn.<br/><br/>After letting the young woman suffer in silence for a time, to stew in her worry and regret the learned magi finally cleared her throat and crossed her arms over her slim chest once more. A moment later her pale, almost delicate looking hand shifted upward to adjust the half-moon spectacles slightly upward along the bridge of her nose, giving them a smart push.  “Just what am I to believe then...hrm.. how curious, I do not even have your name. This will not do!”<br/><br/>With a elegant flourish the woman made an arcane sigil with her fingers once more and with familiar ease beckoned forth the wild energies of the Aether. “Speak, girl! Tell me your name!” Just like before it would be as if though Rai's own body was simply acting without her brain's consent unless she possessed a considerable amount of mental fortitude her tongue would likely loose itself, her jaw working of its own accord and forcing her to spill her name while the headmistress waited. There was no real need for the cantrip in Merelyth's mind, of course. This was simply a display, if you would. There was no denying she got an almost sickening thrill out  of the power she had over the other woman. Already her heart felt like it was thundering against her ribs ,beating against them like a mallet did the taut skin of a drum. A nervous energy boiled beneath her skin and it made her command over the Aether all the more wild and *raw* the smell of ozone, of mana, filled the air.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>