Extending her arms upward, Aribelle interlaced her fingers. Arching and twisting her back from side to side as she stretched, she tried to dispel her tiredness. Usually prone to leaking magic unconsciously wherever she went, there was nothing extraordinary about these morning sessions. However, there was something particularly draining about working against a curse.
As if thirsting after the nourishment of her magic, the parched land drank up anything Aribelle could offer with frightening veracity. The exercise most days leaving her feeling lethargic, she did not mention it to anyone. Stifling yawns at meals and pinching herself awake during Barnibus's sermons, she endeavored to hide her exhaustion from Cassius and Marten. Although she thought it probable, they were already suspicious of her behavior. Due to the fact that some of her chores as of late were being completed anonymously.
