Roselyn: Hello, dear. I see we have quite the mess on our hands…
Raine: Oh, yes. I-I’m so sorry about the curtains Miss Roselyn.
Raine: I was sleep walking. It was the wolf.
Roselyn: Not what I was referring to, but yes, the curtains are a mess as well. They, at least, are easily mended.
FLUMPH!
Raine: Oh!
WAG! WAG!
Raine: That’s fascinating! I saw the runes on the table and wondered how they worked! I couldn’t read a lot of it, but I could tell it was very elegant runecrafting. It’s not making the objects, right? It must be some sort of complex summoning circle, but all networked together, sourcing from a central storage room catalogue. It’s brilliant! I’t―
Raine: I’d… er, s-sorry…
Roselyn: You like magic, do you?
Raine: Well, I have no real training, but I loved reading about it. I’ve read everything I could get my hands on.
Roselyn: ….You really are your father’s daughter.
Raine: So… you know who I am! You are the same Rose! Does that mean you know about my father’s abilities? Anything that could help me?
Roselyn: Sigh… It’s shameful that neither my cousin nor your mother was willing to guide you in magic…
Roselyn: But yes…
Roselyn: I can help teach you control. We are family, after all.
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