It was a place of sanctuary; but for her it often left like a prison. The Guild's headquarters and the small city around it where barely all she knew, but yet at times she could see everything; like a orb of light spinning before her eyes. However in all of her efforts she could never truly see the things she wished to see. For better or worse the gods choose her to be the avatar of these visions... But yet at times she did long for a more peacful existance, or at the very lest the answers to her own questions; many such simple questions that just couldn't be explained outside of her own sight. Such as to why he only other person she truly felt close to this this life felt as if he was drifting away...<br/><br/>Isa's fingers dazzled over the surface of a small harp  as she looked out over the small city that laid in the shadows of the guild. Her thoughts and compilations of life being ripped from her mind the moment her ringers struck a sour note due to a lose string. She was tired, and her face showed it well enough as the night before was the night of the new moon. A time with her foresight was often the strongest. She was troubled, not only by the graphic images she had seen that may or may not come to pass, but by the simple fact for the first time in years her brother did not come to aid the others in guarding her during such a vulnerable time; while typically he was first at the door to her chambers to make sure all went well during her long sessions of foresight. A gift and a curse that did little to comfort her in these times of change; but just as easily she would reminder herself that all things did change and that nothing was set in stone.<br/><br/>While Ashir turned away from the magical arts to chase the dreams of the sword; Isa being well protected by the guild that took her and her twin in, was indirectly forced to continue the ways of magic. Her body although dainty and frail still matched in remarkable likeliness of her twin, a simple hair cut and a change of wardrobe she could still be mistaken for him in some aspects, but like his dreams of the blade she too had developed her own persona. Trapped but not imprisoned Isa often taught basic learning classes to young children, often along side her brother too she would travel around the small city, not only as a beacon of hope for it's citizens but to simply enjoy life by pretending they where no different then any other citizen...<br/><br/>Again though her thoughts would drift away as she finished adjusting the strings of her harp; holding it close as she sighted to feel the breeze of an open window dazzle her hair. The only thing she could do was wait, her visions of the previous night already recorded and processed by the guild elders and headmasters and being put into action. This was indeed a time of change; but to what? Would be the question. Notice of some of the details of Isa's visions would be sent to Ashir as he was out on the training yards, the details would be vague, but no doubt laid out the tail of danger. Something was building up to strike the guild, something terrible... However beyond Isa's own eyes no one knew for sure what that might be...