cormac's notebook. (curagad) wrote in emillion, |
Being ordered around was a reality that Ridley had accepted long ago, and so she'd taken to her post in Bahamut Hall without complaint, taking care to do as told and hastily fetch whatever was needed. The tension had steadily been rising over the hour, she could sense that in the faces and the urgency in people's voices, but there was no fear in her heart. Everyone would do their part, as she'd do hers.
The scholar worried the inside of her cheek with her teeth out of what could've easily been mistaken for nervousness. A handful of mages had stuck around in the Hall to aid in the efforts, many of whom she recognized, but it was Quenten that she was looking for. There was something of an unease settling in her bones from the unfamiliarity of the Hall, so a friendly face was always most welcome.