[color=a187be][h1][center][i]Larentia Naelistrum[/i][/center][/h1][/color]

Larentia blinked and forced her mind away from the dark thoughts that had reared its ugly head.  She glances up and instinctively reaches out, the faint flare of magic warning her suddenly chilly skin, her eyes suddenly heavy. She felt tired and just wanted to sleep. 

[color=a187be]"Fine..."[/color] She manages to whisper, her eyes blinking owishly before her body tips forward and a familiar pop fills her ears just as her eyes close and a squeaked sentence filled the air.  She didn't need their help, she needed to sleep for a bit. Sleep deprivation was never a good thing, more so when your missing merely a week of sleep. Managing to catch herself belfry she pitches fully into Oriana, Larentia pulls herself upright and forces a tired smile. 

[color=7ea7d8]"Mistress Lari!"[/color] the familiar voice squeaks as the sound of running feet fill the hallway just outside their door. Seems they still somehow had a knack of finding her. Even after she'd removed the Locator spell that'd subtly cast on her sometime in her childhood. She loved them dearly but right now her renowned patience was wearing dangerously thin. [@Nallore]