<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/cd/CorinneLorimer.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Corinne Lorimer (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1945676)<br/><strong>Location: </strong>Asylum Upper Floor<br/><strong>Wearing: </strong>Blue Robe<br/><strong>Content: </strong>Berating Danae over arcane safety.<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Danae, Open<br/><hr/><br/>"Danae, no!"<br/><br/>Corinne cried out too late to stop the chair from hurtling into the mirrors, destroying whatever magic they held. The wizardess threw her arms up to protect her face, her mind racing through every abjuration catalogued in her mind, terrified that some arcane aftershock might sweep through the room.<br/><br/>She paused for a long moment, her heart racing, before she dared relax. Aloisa made remarks that were terse, but at least held the veneer of polite language. Corinne, on the other hand, had no time for such niceties.<br/><br/>"Are you quite<em>mad!?</em>" she screamed. A small part of her regretted that choice of words, but she was filled with all the fury of a lab instructor scolding a careless student. She stormed up to Danae, until their noses nearly brushed. "Do you have any idea of the dangers involved in destroying arcane devices?! You could have killed us, or worse! Magical backlash, curses, portals to some unholy nether realm -<em>anything</em>can happen when magic is discharged in an uncontrolled manner! You-" her voice caught in her throat, as her mind finally settled on her deepest fear, the one she deemed all to plausible. She swallowed, her gaze dropping to the floor and her voice shaky. "You've almost certainly destroyed whatever part of Eloisa dwelt within that mirror." She blinked, and felt tears run down her cheeks. With all her might, she resisted the heavy sob that strained in her chest.<br/><br/>She dimly heard Aloisa discuss practical matters. In a small, strained voice, she whispered, "We should find Zoe and the others... Perhaps they can care for Eloise in our absence."