[center][color=LightSeaGreen][h3]CORINA[/h3][/color][/center]

Shishran woke with a start, staring about as she tried to make sense of her surroundings. She was seated on the tiled floor of her family home, a broken vase lying nearby, a strange red cut on her forearm, from the shards perhaps? Blood had leaked down her arm, staining the corner of her Adept Robes and she cursed quietly as she hurried to the kitchen were a small measure of water had been dolled out for washing. She quickly scrubbed at the stain, wincing slightly as a strange ache persisted in her head. 

The blood came away freely enough, it was still wet enough. She drank a separate mug of water in an effort to quell her headache before moving to the door. "I will be back after work mother!"

A shouted affirmative came from the upstairs where her mother, an invalid and drooling idiot, was confined to bed. Shishran glanced at the broken vase and then brushed it from her mind. She would clean it up when she got home, she already late for her evening at the library.

She hurried through the streets of Zar Vorgul, her adept robes serving to allow her passage through the various gates that led into the heart of the mage tower. The headache persisted the whole while, though it did not appear to be getting any worse. She wove her way through the long passages, past more guards, and down a final flight of stairs and in to the archives.

Several streets away, and well outside the walls of the Mage Tower, Corina sat perfectly still on a rooftop, shadowed by he great dome itself. Her lips were still flecked with blood from where she had tasted Shishran after knocking her unconscious. Everything Shishran could see or feel was now felt by Corina and she took careful mental note of what she was seeing as the girl hurried into the archive. 

It was no great stretch for Corina to maintain this link as a Blood Mage. She drew her power from the blood of other, though not in the traditional sense of a Vampire as many thought of them. Sampling a person, or creatures, blood allowed her to maintain a link with them and make their vision her own. Larger doses could allow her to perform more powerful spells, but those would surely not go unnoticed by the Drathan Mages of the city.

Shishran meanwhile had made her way into the archive and into the scribe room where she quickly took up her post and began to laboriously translate a scroll of desert symbol into the common-tongue. It was tedious work but it paid well enough. She paused to massage her temples and, abruptly, her headache vanished.

Streets away Corina blinked to clear her vision and then stood, stretching, uncurling like a cat. She flexed her fingers, cracked a knuckle and then made her way toward the Mage Tower. She would need to find a suitable skin to wear.