Aery let out a little yelp at hearing Ansel's voice in her head. As soon as she was dressed she all but ran to her office to write the letter to Ansel, thanking her. She was a little confused as to why she "shouldn't worry" because Alyssia was on the way. Still, she wouldn't let it bother her. She had too much else on her plate to worry about the new adviser until she actually got here.
Ame sat bolt upright in her bed, fighting to keep from laughing out loud at the sudden contact by her mentor. She frowned and her brow creased in concentration as she formulated the message and [i]threw[/i] it to Ansel. [i]Hi, Ansel. Obviously if you can hear this I've figured it out... This is kind of a stretch. I can comfortably talk to any mages in Adarlan and most of the ones in Xandria and Terrasen, if they've not shut me out. I can read people's minds, the minds of any people in the city, and of any people they're directly thinking about. As far as enchantments, I figured one out on my own that I'm quite proud of. You know how cells are kind of my specialty, well.. I came up with a disintegrating kind of cell that I can grow between people's lips, and they won't be able to talk at all for at least three hours. I can also grow it to keep their eyelids shut or to plug their nose. Once the cells disintegrate they're totally fine and unscathed, if a little frightened.[/i] She giggled, earning a raised eyebrow from her "nanny" that she'd been saddled with because of the castle rule that young ladies under the age of five couldn't be unattended ever.
~~Five days later~~
Aery was in her study reading with Ame and Silly when the door opened without her invitation. She looked up irritably, ready to scream at the counselors to just GO AWAY and give her five minutes of time to read, but then froze when she saw who it was standing in the door. Her training master, Rowan Stormfire, covered in dirt like he'd just been on a hard ride, a wry smile on his face. Aery gasped, jumped to her feet, sprinted to the door and tackled Rowan, nearly knocking him to the ground. She buried her face in his shoulder weeping, clinging to him. "Oh my god, Rowan. I missed you so much. Why did you have to leave to start with? It's been so hard for me, with just Ame and Silly that I knew I could trust."
Silly came pounding up the stairs before Aery had gotten herself together enough to let go and greet Rowan in a proper, dignified manner. Silly saw them, covered her mouth with both hands to keep from laughing. When she'd finally gotten herself under control she said, in a rather strangled voice. "Aery, the ambassador from Terrasen is here... Might want to go greet her properly. As in, put some royal clothes on. And your hair extensions. And your crown." Remembering that Aery couldn't hear, and couldn't see her lips, she quickly signed AMBASSADOR HERE. GET DRESSED AND GO-TO MEETING.
Aery gulped, let go of Rowan, and stepped back, blushing nervously. "Sorry, Rowan. I got over-excited. I've got to go get ready to meet the ambassador from Terrasen, so... you can stay here if you want, or go get some of the dirt off of you and come meet the ambassador with me. I've had rooms set aside for you in the block with my other advisors. Fifth floor, third door on the right. The lock is magic, just touch your hand to it and it'll let you in." She jogged off to go get dressed and made up. 
Less than thirty minutes later she was waiting in the castle courtyard as the ambassador and her attendants came cantering in through the palace gates.