Kaelith acted before rational thought could slow down her instincts.
Moonlight poured like liquid silver over the hedges in the courtyard as Kaelith closed the dagger she kept in the drawer of her desk as well as pulling the cloak around her shoulders. As a final stride, she exited through the servant's passage behind her chamber.
Her instinct brought her to the shadowed side stair case where her senses heightened. Although the figure passed her, a heavy silence still clasped the air.
Not a feeling of risk.
Curiosity.
Not once losing focus, she made her way into the outer rim of the garden maze to reach the spot she desired.
Keeping in mind the sketches from class and just where she'd seen it, white feathers glimmering in the pearl like moon was unlike Van Raven's feathers that Kaelith was used to seeing.
Amid her crouching, the symbol resting in the soft yellowish light pleading to be noticed with the soft crescent within the circle grabbed her attention instantly.
House Nyros.
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After brushing her fingers against the glimmering delicate piece lying on the ground Kaelith leaned in closer.
A message? Precaution?
Before making any assumptions she heard the rustle pay more attention around her.
With no one in sight, the only item left within the Hedge rose was the portion of skin that she had peeled off.
"With your parts, I still withheld my limits," Theron greeted her as capa magica detonating the remaining shroud thinned, revealing the tiny binding he'd slashed.
"You seem as if a ghost has just crossed your path," he remarked.
"Not a ghost," grunted Kaelith. "A myth."
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He raised a brow. "Do tell."
She huffed the feather off to the table. "House Nyros. Their crest. A watcher in the garden."
"Tradition."
"You still think crest heads were what?" Theron furrowed his brow, "Royal before the current dynasty. Wiped out after the Dareth uprising. Supposedly."
"Or they've just been waiting."
"For what's Theron?"
Kaelith's eyes glimmered. "For someone like me."
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The promenade muttered to itself in hindsight.
"Did you see her?"
"The heiress has arrived, look sharp."
"Why would she dare show her face after everything?"
"She has the posture and aura of a woman that has all but slaughtered a king and bathed in their blood."
"She is shrouded in fantastical rumors, but I heard death conquered only to be confronted by her."
Kaelith was pleased.
"Calm goes hand in hand with fear."
Ironic, considering my presence has utterly dismantled the pulsating dread that hung thick around the promenade."
Her mask concealed her smile as she continuously scanned for her target, concealed behind the curtains covering the edges of the ballroom. Corven blended seamlessly with the ballroom decorations, clothed in gold and obsidian. Regal, unreadable dictated his outfit.
Theron had placed himself perfectly within the crowd and became completely concealed behind playful deception, and was peering through a thick curtain hand out grasping anything resembling pried secrets.
Kaelith had lowered her mask as she started to relax, until a voice broke through the thick silence that accompanied the place.
"Staring is rude," came the voice.
A woman shrouded in gold and robes with obscure symbols stood boldly, pearls hugging her arms.
Kaelith let the figure lead, making no efforts resisting towards the offbeat corridor illuminated by shimmering sapphires. The only sound accompanying them was the soft tap of Kaeliths golden heels that resembled tiny bells ringing.
"Who are you?" the woman confronted her.
"Someone who recalls what the crown annihilated," he answered. His voice was soft and eternal.
"House Nyros?" She inquired.
He made a gesture of agreement. "You march in flames, Lady Ravencourt. But you do not set ablaze."
"Why are you keeping tabs on me?"
"Because unlike titles granted to you by birth, your will grants you power. And because the Queen Regent fears you. Why else would you be so… intriguing."
Kaelith moved forward. "What is your desire?"
"Nothing. For now."
"Then what do you propose?"
He grinned. "A proposal."
He pulled out a small crystalline vial from his cloak and handed it to her. The substance inside shifted between silver and red.
"What is this?" She inquired.
"Depends on who drinks it. A cure. Or a poison."
She furrowed her brows and made a disappointed expression. "Cryptic. My least favorite thing."
He laughed. "Then let's keep it simple. You wish to topple a queen, but she possesses power. A lot of it, in fact. If you want to get to it, you will need more than a bunch of friends."
Kaelith twisted the vial in her palm. "So you intend to assist me?"
"I intend to watch you to test if you actually have what it takes," he stated with no emotion on his face. "And perhaps, if you're fortunate enough… if you're worthy of what comes next."
"Next?"
But he was already out of earshot.
"Give me a second," she said. "Who are you really?"
He came to a stop at the corridor's end.
Then turned ever so slightly.
"The Raven may recall, but the Moon recalls for longer."