The weeks had not been kind to Charlie. Between training with her father nd her aunt, training on her own, and sneaking off to see Kurai every so often, she was running herself ragged.
The war princess was almost never seen without bags under her eyes now, brought on by her late nights in the library or from struggling to even tough the control magic she supposedly had. Through the weeks her body had begun to waste away, with her spine and ribs now visible through her skin. Eating was a chore, her anxiety making her too nauseous to even eat, and most of her meals went to the bids outside her tower window. At least someone was making use of the food.
This did little to curb her enthusiasm; Charlie seemed to be fueled by sheer determination alone. She would learn her control magic or die trying.
She was on her way to meditate in the garden. It was a peaceful place, and being near their small shrine for Vaerath offered some small comfort, but as the weeks went by she couldn't help but wonder if the god had made a terrible mistake in appointing her.
Her footsteps crunched against the gravel; she made no effort to hide her presence because no one was ever there when she wished to meditate, but it seemed as though today the Gods had other plans, as Charlie found herself looking at her father's back.
And her shoulders immediately tensed up.
The war princess was almost never seen without bags under her eyes now, brought on by her late nights in the library or from struggling to even tough the control magic she supposedly had. Through the weeks her body had begun to waste away, with her spine and ribs now visible through her skin. Eating was a chore, her anxiety making her too nauseous to even eat, and most of her meals went to the bids outside her tower window. At least someone was making use of the food.
This did little to curb her enthusiasm; Charlie seemed to be fueled by sheer determination alone. She would learn her control magic or die trying.
She was on her way to meditate in the garden. It was a peaceful place, and being near their small shrine for Vaerath offered some small comfort, but as the weeks went by she couldn't help but wonder if the god had made a terrible mistake in appointing her.
Her footsteps crunched against the gravel; she made no effort to hide her presence because no one was ever there when she wished to meditate, but it seemed as though today the Gods had other plans, as Charlie found herself looking at her father's back.
And her shoulders immediately tensed up.
