It was a new experience for Savayna to get the cold shoulder. She was usually the one to apply it, though Grant did seem uncharacteristically silent. There wasn’t even so much as an acknowledgement of her question. Instead, when Reia came into room, he chose to speak to her instead. She would let him talk to her, though she was a little hurt that he wouldn’t even give her a simple answer. Hell, he didn’t have to speak. A simple-fucking nod would’ve sufficed, but apparently he woke up extra grumpy this morning.

Before she would make the decision to take the high road, she quietly stomped on Grant’s foot so hard she might’ve heard something crack and stood up. She [i]nodded[/i] to everyone [b][u]but[/u]b[/b] Grant. She shot him a glare before taking her plate and bringing it to one of the kitchen staff waiting at the other end of the Grand Hall that led to the kitchen. There was a cart where it had other dirty dishes. She placed it on it and left, heading back to her room.
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“[color=ed1c24]I’ve been wondering the same thing, actually,[/color]” Jaakuna admitted, his eyes on Emiri. 

It was definitely strange that she would act this way from a fever and one that seemed to arrive out of nowhere. He couldn’t hide his curious mind when he thought intensely about her condition and what might’ve caused it. The obvious choice was possibly an allergic reaction to something in the garden. There was also the possibility of something biting her. Who knows what crawled in that garden? Beautiful as it may be, it was foreign in every possible way, so to Jaakuna, it most certainly seemed plausible that something wicked resided in that garden. Foreign soil meant foreign danger. Though, that thought soon went away as JAakuna would remember that it was the Royal Garden. Obviously it wasn’t going to be dangerous, not if the official gardener had anything to say about it.

So he was back to square one regarding that thought, however, Jaakuna would hear Nadeline come in acting as if she was a nurse. WEll, not all false for she [i]was[/i] a skilled healer. More so now that she had Ultima’s Seal unlocked. As Jaakuna watched her act rather...expressively towards Nadeline and then to him, he only smiled as to not alert her to his true thoughts. He did, however, notice her difficulty to bring about any sort of healing spell. He saw her try a few more times and nothing happened.

“[color=ed1c24]You alright over there, Nadeline?[/color]” As he spoke, Jaakuna heard something. It sounded like a scream. Not just any scream, but that of someone he definitely knew. “[color=ed1c24]What was that!?[/color]”
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After storming off, Savayna hadn’t known where she ended up. She just started to walk, going wherever seemed quietest. She must’ve passed the same wall at least three times because she recognized a portrait of Wesley with his entire family. He was younger, though not by much. Only about five years so. He didn’t seem as poised as he was now and Cassandra didn’t seem as bitchy as she was now. Though, the portrait showed Sylvester to be an interesting person. He appeared to be very much like how Wesley looked, if not a little more...troubled. It was hard to grasp, but in just that one portrait--a portrait that was meant to show the picture perfect family--she saw that Sylvester had something on his mind. She didn’t know what, but it picked at her brain to find out more. But was it her place to do so? Where would she even begin?

Continuing down this thought pattern, Savayna found herself at the balcony, not even realizing that she yet again turned a corner. 

“[color=lightblue]]Well at least it’s quiet here.[/color]” She let out a sigh, leaning against the balcony itself and looking at her view. From where she was in the castle, she saw the Giza Plains. Unluckily for her, it seemed it was Rainy Season. Though it provided a nice contrast for the deserts that surrounded it, she did find it stuck out like sore thumb. While everything was beige and hot, the Giza Plains were green and lush--like the fields in Archadia. Not to mention there was a refreshing breeze coming from the south. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to make her feel at home.

And yet, the breeze only reminded her of Grant and how he was abnormally cold towards her. She didn’t understand why. Had she done something to upset him? Maybe Cassandra’s bitchiness was contagious and he was embodying that through his usual moody mannerisms. Or maybe her was back to being the Grant she knew before she fell for him. She honestly didn’t know and running them past Mateus wasn’t helping her either. He shrugged at every single one of them, offering no help whatsoever.

Savayna let out a sigh once more. She decided to just head back. Though, as she turned, she felt an intense pain through her temples, gripping it tightly. It caused her to go to her knee due to the intensity of it. And in that moment, she saw...flashes--flashes of her raging on about something. She heard someone’s voice call out to her and then she saw something chilly and blue as ice rage towards something of a darker shade of blue, though not as cold. She saw a burst of ice consume scattered petals of some blue flowers. 

As it went black and Savayna blinked, in her periphery, cold winds whispered and the sound of shattering ice ringed in her ear as she closed her hands. The wind soon faded but the shattering sound still remained, ever-present and causing her to fall to both knees, gripping both sides of her head with both hands. The next thing was so earth-shattering that everyone would hear it: a roaring in ear-deafening octaves, a shriek being heard through the shallow halls and reaching those in the Grand Hall.