Lunch was quiet, though every silence felt edged with scrutiny. Vincenzo was absent again, though he had already informed her of an urgent Conclave meeting before leaving just after breakfast.
Anneliese arrived early for the afternoon's passive learning session. She wasn't sure if it was because she had been late for morning training, or because of her urgency to learn, to understand, and to prepare for what lay ahead. Now, seated in the hidden library within the main one, she studied the parchment, revising yesterday's teachings as she waited for Elowyn.
A few moments later, Elowyn entered, one hand carrying her ancestor's handwritten work and the map. She wore a deep red long coat that whispered across the polished floor, layered over a dark green bodice that drew subtle attention to her figure.
