#i thought mayybbee kas having a hit on her head or something along those lines with the note?

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✍️ Pass my muse a note ( From Astrid, maybe?? If you want!! // bladedwoe )

❛[  NONVERBAL PROMPTS ≻ accepting ! NOTES: ✍️ Pass my muse a note

`THE CANDLELIGHT BURNED LOW AND DIM. Arch-Mage expected privacy from this, albeit small, comfortable little rented room in an inn (A PRETTY PENNY HAD BEEN PAID FOR IT). Negating the need for the lengthy travel back to Winterhold before she could pen down recent finds-- - and do a few tests on some interesting little finds. It was quiet-- - only the whispers of wind and the creaking of woods shift to provide atmosphere in these EARLY MORNING HOURS.

`SO IT CAME AS A SURPRISE WHEN A HAND CROSSED FIELD OF VISION. Gloved and deft as slid a note upon desks top, but eyes flickered not to the scrawls within paper and instead to the TRESPASSER // PALM HISSING TO LIGHT AS ICE EMBUDED MAGICKA NESTLED READY TO CAST AT MOMENTS NOTICE. (SURPRISE NOT OVERRULING THE COMMON SENSE THAT FIRE WOULD CAUSE MORE PROBLEMS). The second taken for conscious effort could have resulted in puncture to flesh, but as time hung her throat lay closed and unseeping. Slit pupils narrowed at the other.

`THE MOST WORRYING THING TO KASAEN WAS HOW SHE HADN'T SENSED THE OTHER. Despite vampiric improvement, it had been silent and scent not caught. It made brow narrow just slightly // CREASING IN CURIOUS WORRY. The unfamiliar presence gave indication towards note, and with cautious deviation did she allow stray toward the parchment untouched by her works study.

`ONE HAND STAYED PREPPED TO FEND AS OTHER PICKED UP NOTE. Vermillion tainted hues gliding over the inked letters, spell-coated hand lowering just in slight as lips pulled tighter.   “&– -Forgive me for, but I'm not sure if I should take this as threat or not. Surely wouldn't it have been simpler to slit my throat unaware? Makes me suspicious you want me alive enough to carry on a conversation.” // @the-1890s-runaway / @bladedwoe