<div class="floatleft">(https://www.fashionhanfu.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/04/fashion-hanfu-black-hanfu-dress-1.jpg) </div><strong>Character Name:</strong><em>Fennu (https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/1055259521792090144/1064213183113469992/image.png)</em><br/><strong>Main Progeny Crystal:</strong><em>Crystelia Ignis</em><br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Black Cheongsam for reasons of mourning.<br/><strong>HP:</strong><em>70/70</em><br/><strong>EP:</strong><em>60/60</em><br/><br/><strong>Time:</strong><em>1500</em><br/><strong>Location:</strong><em>Beijing South Railway station/Triumvirat Villa, Echeveau </em><br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong>Prospective Crystelia Coven Members  |<br/><strong>Notes:</strong>Has luggage with her.<br/><hr/><br/><br/>“Focus, now, on the feeling. Let everything else slide off you, like droplets of rain. Breathe in; hold it; breathe out. Focus. Let your fears and anxiety drain away; do not let them shackle you. Breathe in; hold it; breathe out. Focus. Do not think of the world beyond; look inward; see the worlds inside yourselves. Search, with your mind’s eye, for the thread that connects you to your wands.”<br/><br/>Fennu was, if nothing else, a master at this. How many times had she had to block out the world and just do her routine, the lights on, the camera's rolling, the medals that were on the line. But this was not the same. It was not that she could not block out the world, it was that now it was hitting her that this was real it was snapping her out of the kind of sleepwalking she had been doing since getting the phone call that papa was sick.<br/><br/>Her eyes moving around the room, taking in the other young women, the holy women, the wands and the very nature of the building itself. It was not like anything she had ever seen. Lastly her eyes drifted down to the wand she carried in her left hand. She opened her fingers in shock and it fell from her hand, but on reflex she snapped out and caught it. 'Only a point lost, hopefully.' flashed into her mind without prompting. Sometimes you lived with the echos of your past.<br/><br/>There was something though, something... here. The feeling of control, no, wrong word, maybe there was not a word for this. She tried to reflect on the word to explain how she was feeling at the moment but she could not do it. For the first time in her life she felt free... and she lacked the ability to express the idea of freedom.<br/><br/>But that did not matter so much when her lock of white hair flashed red again and suddenly a fist sized spider, red and black, appeared in front of her. She did not know she was the only one that could see it, but she did know it could not be real. The back of the spider showing a haze that came with heat. She leant down to touch it but then snapped back. A soft sound coming from her as she slowly walked a circle around the creature only she could see.<br/><br/>A side effect of her upbringing was that she did not think to ask the others if they saw it, use to being alone in a room full of people, she had long since stopped noticing the others. Her focus was on this creature. When it did jump at her finally she swung her left hand to defend herself and it vanished, like it had never been. At this she did stop and look around.<br/><br/>Then it hit her, the line she had not been paying attention to... “We call our world Gelegenheit.”<br/><br/>"Our world?" She whispered to herself. She then stopped and went very still, thinking though this. In place of panicking her mind shot into a purely logical track. This could be a joke, clearly it was not because who plays a joke on a dangerous and armed girl?  So if not a joke she could be having a mental breakdown, but that also seemed unlikely as she still had control of her mind. What is this was real?<br/><br/>“Breathe in; hold it; breathe out. Now, look outside yourselves; but with your mind’s eye, not your physical ones.”<br/><br/>Well that was easy for someone else to say, seeing as the pressure was not on them to work out how on earth this was all taking place. Perhaps it would be best too... Her hand shot up like she was in class and she waited to be attended too. She lowered her eyes to the wand and spoke softly. "I... Apologise... How I get to this room? I not, I distract."