Lunise gave an unsure pause to Meesei's query. She did not betray more than her regular outward suspicion towards her. When Lunise did eventually speak, she did so flatly and to the point. "My mother was Psijic mage. I learned from her before the island disappeared. Then I decided that her life was not mine, and I have been working for the Dominion ever since."

She took a slow breath in through her nose and continued as if it was a chore to answer. "Every magical act leaves a mark, champion. The only special idea that the Psijics had was to clean up after themselves before anyone thought to look. Master mages can perform some of the greatest magic known to Tamriel, but they are not always on the lookout for assassins. That is why [i]I[/i] knew what to look for."

With that, Lunise raised an eyebrow, lowering the volume of her voice to curiosity. "How exactly did you get your scaly hands on Psijic magic, anyway? Not even my mother would teach me how to do what you did before I would join the order."

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It took a moment for Fendros to confirm that Ahnasha was done with the ritual. He gave her a few moments before carefully standing from his chair, walking to Ahnasha, and kneeling beside her. "You said that it would take a few days to find out if it worked, right?" He placed a hand on her shoulder. "It didn't look like you made any mistakes. I'm sure it'll work out."

With an encouraging smile, Fendros brought his hand up to brush down the disorderly fur on the top of Ahnasha's head and the back of her neck. "What do you feel like doing now?"