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Anora had blinked slightly, looking over Daphne from top to toe. 

[color=f6989d][b]"Glad to make your aqquintance, Daphne~. My name is Anora Raunefeldt, no escort is required~. While this is indeed not the nicest of places, it shouldn't stop you from having a look. But do forgive me, I must be on my way~. Be careful around that man in there, there is something very wrong with him."[/b][/color] Anora made a courteus motion as well as she could with her umbrella still in hand. 

[color=f6989d][b]"Have a good day, miss Daphne~. Perhaps we shall have the fortune of speaking at a later point. I have some things I need to do."[/b][/color] She said in an appologetic tone as she continued outside, walking towards what she assumed were a building of importance. The temple of Seluna. 

She felt abit bad for having not lingered long enough to speak with Daphne, and only after having left did she remember her tea party. She could have invited her along. But she reconsidered. She wouldn't want Flynn to have one less guard to keep watch. There was alot of work and danger around no doubt. 

Anora was not easily spooked by danger however, or afraid to confront some ruffians. She knew she wasn't a warrior or a soldier, neither were she some mage prodigy or master of something. 

She was however creative and was confident enough that she could hold her own. She imagined in her mind if she could hold her own against Flynn or Ayel. She knew her brother was quite reckless with his use of magic, there was not a trace of restraint or finesse in Ayel's use of magic. He just unloaded the biggest beams of light he could muster, making them so big that no matter how off his aim were, things would still get caught in the blast. She recall how furious he were when one of his stray blasts had hit his newest carriage, sending the thing raining down on the mansion grounds. The servants had been picking up pieces from it for weeks.Her brother typically could only unleash four of those blasts before he would almost faint. Even if he wouldn't admit it, always saying that he had other things to do or that the food made him feel ill. 

Anora smiled at the idea, her own magical use was to conserve her energy, using smaller weaker beams typically in conjunction with her other magic. Creating crystals and then shooting said light magic into them to cause the light beams to split and shoot in many directions. Almost like a cone shaped attack of smaller beams of light. She even had been able to make some trick shots, tossing a crystal into the distance, then shoot a light ray at it to get redirected towards someplace else. Her foster mother had always berated her for using magic. 

[color=f6989d][i]'If the other houses learn that my daughter is using magic they will gossip for weeks behind my back about it. It is far better if they speak about what we have that they do not.'[/i][/color] Anora frowned as she recalled how her foster mother had phrased things. 

How she had always tried to keep up some charade that they were somehow superior to everyone else. It had never sat well with her, those kind of thoughts. Her brother Ayel however had inherited it from their mother. 

Her other brother, Andros, had however inherited more traits from her foster father. Joviality, carefreeness and an overwhelming sense of simpleness. Anora smiled fondly. Andros and her foster father had always been supportive of all her undertakings. If Ayel knew that Andros had gotten engaged to a commoner, that round baker woman... then Ayel would have surely left Dawnhaven in an instant and with the temper of a bursting volcano. 

Some things were best to not tell him. He was quite sensitive to things like that. Yet there was something thst she felt she had to tell him at some point. But when or how? She didn't know. 

The truth was always to be sought no? She didn't like to keep secrets, not from her brothers or Flynn. 

Anora couldn't help but wonder where Flynn had gone to. That boy was always on the move. Like when they were children, Flynn had always struck her as the adventurous type. The kind of boy who wanted to be a knight on a horse, fight evil and get the princess... the princess? That's right. Flynn had gotten married. Somhow they all had grown up so fast. Though Anora did suspect that Ayel was still having his doll collection and probably still slept with his thumb in his mouth. 

The idea made her snicker momentarily clearing her mind of the strange meeting in the jail. Slowly the blonde man's ghostly blue eyes came to mind again. She shuddered and touched her gloved hand holding unto her umbrella. That man had intentionally provoked her, and she had taken the bait. She loathed to admit it. She then felt a chill down her spine. That man. Those eyes. 

She had seen him before... she must have...

But when and where? She closed her eyes momentarily as she thought about it.The hint of coldness, grimness and...sorrow in his eyes? Could he had been a priest visiting her family home? A priest... 

No. He was not a priest. A merchant? A noble? 

She thought about all the various people which had come by the mansion through the years, from charity collectors, servants, gardeners and friends of her foster father. But then she realized. She had not met him there at all. That man. Anora knew she had seen him before. It all now came back to her, those ghostly blue eyes, the blonde hair... 





The old attic...

The man in the painting...